A/N: I'm making the new chapter now…and well, I'm conflicted. SOOOOO, i'm leaving the choice to…YOU GUYS/GALS! THAT'S RIGHT BABAAAAAAAAAAAAY! We're getin a vote goin! NOW, should i make this a crossover? That's the vote. Also, yes, yes I DID do that with his team. Now, LETS START THE FANFICTION SHALL WE?!

-Ozpin's office-

Ozpin was doing his normal morning routine on the first day of the year. Sitting in his chair, drinking tea, -for he hated coffee- and watching the students get off of the airships…unfortunately that would not be continuing today.

*boom.* 'hm...day one and there's already a hole in the courtyard...that's a new record'

"OZZZZZZZZPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNN!"

'Oh dear, Glynda thinks i did something wrong.'

-Earlier, the siblings-

"ROSE?!"

"Nice to meet you to…" Silver deadpanned

"ROSE?!"

"Got a problem with that?"

"Forgive her, I'm Ruby, Ruby Rose."

"Ah, I see."

It was then that the blond one recovered with a half question half demand, "Sooooooo, Rose...how...?"

"It's my mom's surname, I can't tell you anymore."

"But…mom died!"

"…sure." And with that he was gone.

-Several minutes later-

*kaboom* 'What was that? Probably the blonde one…really got to learn her name.'

-At the cliffs, the next day-

Silver, against all of his training, was ignoring Ozpin. And for good reason, after he spilled the beans on partners, both Ruby and Yang -He spied on his possible sister(s), sue him- had death glared him into near oblivion. Fortunately, he caught the tail end of the 'being launched' part, so he was prepared for the, inevitable, take off. Eyes already locked to the objective. 'But the real question, show off, or get a partner, show off, partner, show, partner. Scratch that, partner, and walk. Show off, and fly. Rephrase that, land, and risk getting caught/questioned by sister(s). or fly, and be questioned by the headmaster, or –Mother forbid- Goodwitch…walk it is.' The sudden feeling of being –without flinching, he could proudly admit- launched through the air snapped him out of his recently ended internal struggle. He tried to keep his landing discreet, he really did, but when you can choose how hard to hit the ground while taking no damage despite the speed chosen…you HAVE to send up a dust cloud like a badass. No other options are acceptable. Damn, now he'd have to run seeing as every other trial-student knew where he was, how…troublesome…yes, troublesome seemed accurate.

-One boring ass sprint later-

'That was boring, fast, AND I STILL HAVE NO PARTNER!' he was, however, proven wrong when not two seconds later a boy in a hoodie showed up, via teleport, two inches away from Silver's face, with creepy eyes screaming mischief…Damnit.

"Heya." Oh…oh. He was a cheeky teleporter…Damnit. "Name's Sans. Come on, give your new partner a hand shake." *Que fart noise* Correction, he was a teleporting comedian…DAMNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!

-One walk and talk towards the cliff later-

Silver, was like his Mom. He could give credit where credit was due. So apparently, his partner's choice of weapon, were knives, made of bones…yep. Interestingly enough, they were not only effective, but a surprisingly smart choice for a person of, his…taste. He made the tricky little things by capturing Grimm, then using P. dust which, as it suggests, preserves things, fuses them with claws/fangs/other sharpened Grimm skeletal objects, kills the Grimm, keeps the bones, and has the perfect anti-Grimm weapon. Smart comedian. Unfortunately…my luck is always awful, hence my partner. So we -of course- ran into What looked to be a group of 10 as which include my sisters…who were being chased by a veritable swarm of Griffons, a Nevermore, and a Deathstalker…and they alll looked too old to control, mother damnit. Whelp…time to go to work.

-COMBAT STYLE ACTIVATE-

By the time Silver was using his semblance to fly, his sword was drawn and thirsting for blood…ashes?...SCREW IT! the first Griffon was bisected with a horizontal spin which took out two nearby ones corresponding wings I used its rapidly degrading corpse as a shield from the Nevermore's arrow-like feathers before shooting of too lop off the next one's head split another in half and kick one into the nevermore as it went by. It was by then the rest of said Griffon swarm focused on him, oh dear. This would be tedious. Sans, as well as two of the others began to shoot griffons that they thought got too far away or were going to sneak up on me, hm, as if! Where was I, oh yes murder. The next three rushed simultaneously, smarter than average…but nowhere near enough. They were dropped via crushed wings. Man gotta love semblances. Onwards! The next fell to a stab through the throat, the next bisected from snout to tail, then decapitation, a stab there, several spins and 13 dropped. Slowing for a moment to check on the others was a mistake, all of them rushed at once which, unsurprisingly, pushed me onto the defensive as I had to look for the smallest shifts to get a warning before parrying without looking. I occasionally would get one or two, which probably looked odd. Just suddenly 1-2 corpses would fall out of this…blob and disintegrate before falling halfway. FOCUS! Ok. No. One cut my cloak. HELL. NO! time to end this, it'll hurt but I'm pissed now. "PULSE!" like a wave they flew back, only a couple seconds before they reorient themselves. It'll be enough. Wait…wait…wait…NOW! "ASTROID CREATION!" the small black orb pulled the griffons, who stupidly charged right back at me, as well as a LOAD of rocks which created, roughly, an asteroid…this'll be a bitch to explain…oh well, time to finish "CRUSH!" annnnnnnd its imploded, good. I'm take a na-

-COMBAT STYLE DIACTIVATE-

Needless to say, everyone baring Ozpin and a barely holding on Glynda joined him a few seconds later.