Chapter 2: Municipally Wasted

As the sun's rays began to seep through the blinds, they slowly began to climb their way across the drom room of Team JNPR until it momentarilly rested upon a certain Mystralian's sleeping face. Beginning to feel the warmth from within her slumber, Pyrrha began to rise from her sleep as she slowly cracked her eyes open, sitting up in her bed before strechting her arms out in a Y position as she let out a satisfied yawn.

Gooooood Morning, Sleepyhead!" Pyrrha was instantly greeted with the sight of her ever so energetic teamate, Nora Valkyrie, as the hammer-weilding maiden had already began to start assaulting her partner and long-time friend Lie Ren with pillows. "Did ya get a good rest in?"

Pyrrha could only help but chuckle at the ginger's ever-so-cheerful antics, watching as she continued to pull the small fluffy projectiles out of seemingly nowhere as they were flung at her stoic teamate, who seemed to be trying his best to hope that Nora would let him sleep in just a tab bit more. Right before said teamate decided to jump onto his bed and tackle him onto the floor.

"More than others, it would seem." The red head responded with a slight chuckle as she watched the interaction between the two. Turning to check on the final member, as well as the leader of the team, Pyrrha was quite surprised to see that Jaune's bed was empty, the lovable goofball nowhere to be seen. "Is Jaune in the bathroom?"

"No, i was just in there. It looked like he just took a shower or something, because he left his clothes in there... emAnd the dork used my towel!/em" Nora complained with a slight puff of her cheeks. "He didn't even hang it back up either! At least when I use emRen's/em towel, i hang it back up..."
"Nora, I specifically asked you to stop doing that, if I remember correctly..." She heard said gunman groan out as he began to rise up from the bed as Nora finally decided he was awake.

"Oops! Heh he, sorry Renny!" The Bubbly girl apolagized as she then turned back around and gave her partner a huge equivilant to that of an Ursa. As the two continued with their usual interactions, Pyrrha couldnt help but turn back to the bed and wonder to herself. It was strange, Jaune was normally the last to wake up of all of them, wanting to get in as much sleep as possible. Why the random early wake up? Letting out a sigh, Pyrrha let her legs fall over the side of her bed as she began to get up and get ready for the day. She was probably overthinking it.

After all, she was sure that everything was fine.

Jesus CHRIST, What the fuck is even going OOOOONNNNNNN

Ronnie had origionally thought that stepping outside to get some fresh air would have helped his train of thought. Sort this shit out into something that somewhat makes sense, you know? But that all went flying through the air like Mitch Lucker on a motorcycle ride when he saw someone with fucking bunny ears on the top of their head. After that, he was pretty certain that his sanity had just went ahead and offed itself.

Having luckily went out when it was early, he hadn't run into a whole lot of people. Instead, he was givin the chance to actually see where he was. And from what he had gathered for the past hour or so of walking and trying to not lose his god damn mind, he seemed to be in what appeared to be a sort of school. People walking around, most of them either well built athletes or fucking supermodels, and a few of them were even oppenly carying weapons around with them, some being a pistol or two too what he could've sworn was a fucking minigun. And if that wasn't enough, the location itself was extravigant. He wasn't much of an architect, but he didn't need to be to appreciate the sheer size and wealth of it all. Large, tall towers, buildings that looked like they could hold thousands of people at once. He even managed to walk by what looked like to be a dining hall straight out of a Victorian Era castle. Now that he thought about it, a castle was a pretty apt comparison.

Now, he had managed to end up back at the building he had woken up in, having made a mental note of it's appearance before he left for his journey incase he needed to come back. The sun was in the sky and he was left standing in the shadows, now with for more questions than answers. Why do some of these people have fucking animal parts on them? How did he wake up in somebody else's embody/em? Was he even in the same fruckin world that he was in when he last closed his eyes?

How the fuck was he going to get ahold of his cd collection!?

Trying his best to clear his mind, Ronnie began to take deep breaths and count aloud to himself. So, yes, there were an alarming amount of things that he found that didn't make a lick of sense to him. But he needed to focus on the things that he did find out, and try to use them to help him understand his situation. So, if he had to assume, those people back in the room he woke up in were his associates, if their names kept on popping up in his head. And, thinking more on them, he could actually mentally picture these people as well, even though he didn't physically see the other two. he was getting onfo on them that he couldn't have possibly known otherwise.

Pyrrha was the redheaded girl he woke up on accident. He knew that she was close to him, his mind was telling him that. Or, Jaune, the fucking guy he... was inhabiting? Taking over? Christ, whatever. She was nice to him, and helped him out a lot. Got a warm feeling in his stomach when she came to mind. Was she and this Jaune guy in a relationship or something? He didn't know.

Then there was the other guy, an asian dude named Ren, even though his first name was Lie. He was a quiet guy, real smart and analytical. The type of guy who likes to speak with actions more than words. And after him, was the ginger girl named Nora. From what he was getting popping up in his mind, she was one of those people that are, like, always all over the place. Real eccentric n' shit. And along with these three, he started to get a couple of snipits about himself, too. Not like him him, but this Jaune guy. Kinda what he imagined him to be. Kinda wimpy, didn't know how to talk to girls worth a shit, didn't listen to anything even remotetly close to Thrash, Black, Grind, Folk, Viking, Crustpunk, Heavy, Power, Doom, Funk, Symphonic, Prog, Groove, Extreme, Pornogrind, Gothic, Industrial, Speed, or Death Metal. Hell, he woulda been find with some simple shit, like Hardcore Punk, Nu Metal, or even...Grunge.

But noooo,the only thing he could get off of this kid was a distinct mental picture of him strumming an acoustic to some Ed Sheeran-wannabe crying bullshit. Now, don't get him wrong: Normally he wouldn't give a shit what other people listen to. They weren't him, and if they didn't wanna talk metal, then he didn't give two shits. But since he was essentially... inside? Yeah, Inside of this body, there was no way in hell he could stand for this shit. He needed to get a hold of a couple things to help him ail this horrible sickness.

First, he'd need to go to the nearest gas station, grab a whole fucking carton of Marbolos, as well as try and get himself a liter of whiskey. he'd probably need to track down a homeless guy for that, since he assumed that this guy was underage as well, but whatever. He'd cross that bridge when he'd get to it. But anyways, booze and cigs. Needed to get this bitch ass voice nice and fucking gravely. Second, he'd either need to get some hair growth hormones to elongate the fuck outta his hair and help his baby-faced ass grow a beard. Third, he needed to find the nearest god damn music shop. He didn't know what the hell the music situation around this place was, but he'd have to find the blackest, brutalist, most unreadable fonted band shirt he could get his hands on, and buy fucking thirty of em. Grab a belt too, while he was there, so he could go to a gun store and get some bullets to make himself a fucking bullet belt. Replace these fucking sneakers, too, for some real fucking shoes, like some combat boots. Preferably black, but he'd do fine with anything that could stomp the shit out of some posers. And lastly? Backtrack to that music shop because he was a god damn idiot and forgot to grab some shit while he was there, then spend the entirety of this kid's life savings on cd's and merch. Then, he'd find a nice, quiet place in the woods, apply some corpse paint to raise his spirits, and go through the rigourous training that was headbanging, windmilling, thrashing, moshing, Toxic Waltzing, and crowd killing, for those fucking dumbasses who actually think that karate in the pit was actually a good idea, despite once watching an entire crowd at a Havok concert converge on a group of mother fuckers who thought they were being funny.

Then, and only then, could he be somewhat tolerable.

But back to more pressing matters, he was still stuck as what to do about the shit right in front of him. If he even had some sorta inkling of just as to why he was put here, it could help him wrap his head around things. But he was just kinda dropped here. No purpose, no explanation, nothin. Was there some sort of trickful, sinister god doing this? A powerful being ripping him from his world? Did he accidently stumble on some sort of portal that put him here? Did some dumbass finally manage to make a drink that could make people transport to other worlds, just to turn around and smack him in the fucking face with it?

He couldn't tell, because there was literally fucking nothing to work off of here. Just stuck in some kid's body with a buncha his colorful friends. And speaking of friends, if he was a bettin' man, he would imagine that they were gonna be awake pretty soon, if they already werent. and lookin for his happy ass, too. So, he had to figure out his next course of action, and fast, lest he want to raise any sort of suspicion. Bad enough that he had to deal with this whole body swap crisis to begin with, he didn't need a bunch of teenagers screaming into his fuckin face about "YOUR NOT JAUNE, BLAH BLAH BLAH" until he decided to throw himself out the nearest window. Letting himself lean back against the brick wall he had been standing near, Ronnie really wished he had some cigarettes to smoke. That would really help him get his shit straight. Maybe if he could get away from these people without raising supision, see how much cash this asshole had, and grab that carton of Marlboros? Get started on that mental list? Yeah, that would be a miracle in disguise. He let out a deep exhale through his nose, his hands moving to instinctfully adjust the battle jacket he had had since his early days in highschool. But, he fumbled around his chest for a second before remembering that, of course he wouldn't fucking have it. Letting out a audible groan, he let the back of his head smack against the back of the wall in frustration.

"Christ, i'm stuck here with out my fuckin vest..." The Thrasher gripped to himself aloud as he let his hand slowly go through the shaggy excuse of hair he now had. He and that jacket went far back. It had been with him all throughout highschool, he wore it when he played his first show, the first time he got shit faced, the first time he had smoked a pack of cigarette's with his then newly-formed band, and the first time his dad had taken him to go see his first Metallica concert. That jacket had essentially become a part of him, and he of it. But, after a second of thought, his one unblocked eye sprang open at a realization, a horrible, gut wrenching realization slamming him like a Six Feet Under Riff as the full weight of what he just discovered actually began to hit him. "Wait a fuckin' second..."

"I DON'T HAVE MY FUCKING VEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSST!"

Meanwhile, inside the room adjacent from that of Team JNPR, Blake's ears perked up at the sound of someone screaming outside.

"Did anyone else hear that?" The Fiery Blond questioned from across the room as she too picked up the sound. "Sounded like someone screaming about... A vest?"

"Well, whoever it is, they should keep it down." The Cat Faunas heard her icy teammate, Wiess, comment from her desk as she combed her hair. "It is only still ten in the morning after all. Some people are still trying to sleep."

"ALRIGHT LADIES!" with great timing, their crimson leader herself, Ruby practically kicked down the door to their bathroom as she stepped out, dressed in her usual get up and seemingly ready for the day. "Are you all ready to have the best, weekend, EVER!?"

"Ruby, you say that almost every weekend." Wiess pointed out flatly with a deadpan as she finally finished combing her hair before putting it up in her usual off-centered ponytail.

"Buuuut, this time is different, my dear and most amazing-est friend!" The red head declared proudly as she zoomed over to her partner with a hug, said girl not knowing wether to chastize her over her horrible grammer or her physical contact. "Because this weekend, not only do we have three whole days off, buuuuuut, we have the Achieve Men Concert coming up Tomorrow night!"

"Awwwwww yeaaaah!" Yang fist pumped happily as she walked over to her poster of the dancing musical group she enjoyed so much. "I've been looking forward to this concert for weeks!"

"Come on, Weiss, You can't tell me that you aren't excited for our biggest team building exercise yet!" Ruby exclaimed with the most genuine smile she could. Said Heiress gave her a raised eyebrow, but chuckled silently while shaking her head as she stood up from her seat.

"Honestly, if you two were able to convince Belladona of all people to come along, then I most certainly wasn't that far behind."

She would be lying if she wasn't anticipating this concert in the slightest, either. Once the proposition had been made to her, Weiss decided that she would at least listen to a couple of their songs before reaching a verdict. And, much to her surprise, she actually enjoyed their sound. Plus, with the already cheap deal being lessened with their discount for being in Beacon, She found the offer hard to refuse. She did remember that there was emone small problem she had, however..."
"And hey, we've even got Vomit-Boy and his team to tag along too."

And with that, Weiss was able to remember quite clearly.

It was no secret that the Icy Hieress wasn't exactly fond of The Blond. Sure, he was a nice person at heart, but his constant baggering? As well as his constant offers of going on a date with him? Those were enough to make her want to throttle the dunce into next week. The first time? It wasn't that big of an issue. But, for Oum's sakes, just the other day he had asked her out for almost the fifteenth time! They had known eachother of almost four months now, and he still couldn't get the message! But being broken from her thoughts, the Hieress watched with slight amusement as her partner broke her hold to turn away to regard the rest of the room, almost triping on the table leg but catching herself at the last moment.

"And that, my dear sister Yang, is exactly why this is going to be the best, weekend, EVE-"

Ruby's decleration, however, was cut off by a loud knock at the door. Exclaiming with a loud "COMING!", the Crimsonette practicly teleported over to the door with the use of her speed-enhancing semblance before opening it to reveal the aformentioned team JNPR themselves. Standing up with a huff, Weiss braced herself to be met with even more annoying stares of puppy dog love from the team's blond nusiance. But, she was met with surprise when she saw that he was not present, just the other three member all dressed up in their usual attire.

"Heya guys!" Ruby greeted happily as she smiled brightly at their sister team. Looking for her particular freind, however, she too was surprised of the absence of the goofball himself. "Sayyyy, where's Jaune at?"

"He wasn't in the room when we woke up." Pyrrha admitted with the slightest of frowns. "We were going to call him, but he left his scroll sitting on his nightstand again. So, we figured he must have woken up early and went to go get breakfast."

"Wanna come with?" Nora popped the questin from behind the amazonian as she waved from her piggy-back position on Ren's back. "They're serving chocalate chip pancakes today!"

"Sure, you guy's ready to go?" Ruby asnwered with a shrug as she turned to look at the rest of her team with a raised brow.

"Totally!" Yang declared as she jumped up from her seat and walked over to the group, Blake coming down from her bed without a word, book already in hand as she read while walking like she usually did. That just left Wiess, who quickly laced up her boots before standing up and walking over to the group as they made their way out into the hallway, closing the door behind them.

"Well, let's just hope that Arc didn't manage to wind up getting lost on his way over there... Again." The Heiress commented with a huff. Ruby turned to look at said Heiress with a deadpan look.

"Weiss, that was nearly two months ago. I'm sure that he knows the way over there by now..."

It's official. He didn't have a god damn clue as to where he was.

At first when he came back into the building, he was just hoping that he'd remember the way up there. But, sadly, his dumb ass wasn't paying as much attention as he should have, as he'd been spending nearly the last ten minutes trying to figure out which room he was in. Didn't help that all these fuckin doors look the same, though. Plus, there was an even bigger problem that he had to worry about.

His fucking CD collection. As for back as he could remember, Ronnie had been collecting cd's for his own personal collection. Hell, his earliest fucking memory was of his dad showing him his. Granted, his father was much more of a rock and glam sorta guy, with artists such as Van Halen, Bon Jovi, The Police, Quiet Riot, etc, etc, but he still thought it was the coolest thing in the fucking world. So, having noticed his amazed reaction, his dad then took him out for his 7th birthday to this old record shop just a few blocks away. He had just thought he was tagging along with his dad to go talk to his freind who worked the place. But, he was met with quite the shocking suprise when the dude behind the counter told him that, since it was his birthday, he could pick out one CD, for free.

Hell, he couldn't believe it. He remembered looking to his dad, who just smiled and told him to go pick one out. Shit man, that was probably one of the happiest moments in his life. His dad helped him search, grabbing him a mini stool to get to the level of the cd racks. And after about 30 minutes of carefully looking at the pictures, having his dad read off the band names, and going through about 50 cd's, one had finally caught his eye. His dad had noticed him staring at it, so he reached up and plucked it off the rack before handing it to him to look at.

That album, was none other then the one and only, Number of the Beast by Iron Maiden, the same one that was the backpatch for his beloved vest.

After verifying almost 100 times that, yes, this was infact the album he wanted, his dad took it up to the counter to show the clerk (He found out years later that his dad actually was going to pay for it, but the clerk decided to cover it himself. Said that his joy and promise to take care of it was enough payment as it was). Out of everything that happened that birthday, that was the one event that stuck out of his mind crystal clear, even too this day 14 years later. With that album, he got a special case just for it, then began to add more and more cds to the collection, using his allowance, money he got from mowing lawns, even his fucking lunch money. Ronnie wanted to get ahold of everything he could that was related to metal. Over the years, he had amassed hundreds of CDs, eventually including Vinyl's, Tapes, LP's, Posters. That collection had become his fucking life.

And honestly, while he wasn't normally one to be sentimental... Thinking about them, and being so far away, physically hurt.

"No more Exodus, no more Municipal Waste, no more Obituary, no more Immortal, no mare Darkthrone, no more Burzum..." Ronnie continued to curse out hatefully under his breath as he checked every door. Ronnie was never really one to get depressed with sentiment, however. More akin to swearing, smoking, drinking, and then screaming into a mic. And seeing as how he could currently only do one of those things... He had been spending nearly the half hour torturing himself, unable to stop recounting all of his CD's that he'd likely never be able to listen to again, the realization having been slowly but surely dawning onto him that he most certainly wasn't in fucking Kansas anymore. "No more Pantera, no more Gojira, no more Slayer no more Amon Amarth..."

"No more Fuckin Iron MAIDEN." Ronnie spat out with a pained expression on his face. That had to hurt the most. Hell, without Death and Cannibal Corpse? it would be like losing both of his arms, but he could make it. Metallica and Gwar? You might as well have broke both his kneecaps and then taught him to march. But Iron Maiden? IRON FUCKING MAIDEN!?

"God, this place fuckin' bloooooooows." Ronnie cursed as he smacked his forehead against a wall in annoyance. With a sigh, he turned back to the hallway to continue his search. Right before he drove his shin straight into a small table, knocking it over and smashing a small vase that was on top of it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He barked as he hoped around on one foot in a circle while holding his stupid ass leg. "Fucking shit, what kind of fucking retard leaves their stupid ass fucking table in the middle of the hallway!? Stupid ass fucking posers, fucking Panic at the Disco loving shitheads! Fucking just Infant Annihalate my shins while your busy destroying my life too, why dontcha!? FUCK!"

Hobbling over to the broken vase while muttering to himself, Ronnie bent down to right the damn table and started picking up the pieces as he continued to swear quite colorfully. Just as he picked up the pieces, however, some jackass decided that right then would be the most opportune moment to open their door and poke their head out to see what all the commotion was, smacking Ronnie in the face and forcing him to drop all the pieces out of his hand and back onto the floor as they did so. "Hey, what's with all the noise!? It's to early for this cra-"

"FUCK OFF YOU BLOODY CUNT!" Ronnie Death growled in annoyance at the random teen. The person went wide eyed at his colorful language as they let out a small "eep!" before slamming the door. Ronnie looked at the door for a moment before shaking his head and sighing. Probably wasn't the best way to have handled that, but y'know what. He was having an absolute bastard of a morning, they could all piss off for the moment. He continued to pick up the pieces once more, the ache in his shin now a dull throb. After collecting them all, he went to stand up and try and put the pieces back on the table and just hope no one would notice it. Right before he hit his head hard on the table with enough force to knock it onto him.

"MOTHER FUCKER!" He screamed once more as he grabbed the table by it's leg and chucked it right out the nearest open window. After a second or two, he heard it explode on the ground two stories below, causing him to immediatetly cringe at yet another poorly made decision. Sliding his hands down his face slowly, Ronnie muttered the word "Fuck" for probably the hundreth time in the past hour alone.

Slather him with margarine, his morning really couldn't get any worse, could it?

"Did you guys hear something?"

"Shit."

Ronnie went completetly rigid at the familiar voice, one that sounded young and waaaay too peppy. Once again, his annoyance was added onto by the fact that it was yet another thing that he both did and didn't recognize. But he didn't have the time to get any more annoyed by it, because it sounded like they were coming right towards his direction, just around the corner of the hallway. Sounded like a group of people walking towards him, as he was standing in the middle of a random hallway, broken vase on the ground and a fully yeeted table shattered on the ground two storied below like it had just attended a Pantera concert. Not exactly the best situation to get caught in.

And around the corner came seven faces that were, suprise suprise, giving him that god damn sense of deja vu again. The three people that were in the room he had woken up in earlier, Ren Pyrrha and Nora, were with them as they took notice fo him. But they were accompanied by four others as well. A girl dressed completely in white, who upon seeing him gave him a nasty glare that gave him the vibe of emstuck up bitch. A hot ass blond who was around his height, with perfect curves and an aura of confidence to go along with it. Some sort of My Chemical Romance fan girl looking chick with a book in her hand, and then a short girl dressed in some sort of Hot Topic for Victorian Era Colonials looking red and black Gothic dress with red hair whose eyes instantly lit up when she saw him. And were they fuckin silver?

"Hey, there he is!" The red haired girl declared to the others. "Hey, Jaune! Where ya been?"

Met with seven different faces starring at him as they walked towards him, Ronnie's brain was completetly blanked with the quick succesion of events. And even though he had technically just been looking for these people, upon actually seeing them, the mindfuck that was this morning made damn sure that any sort of rational response couldn't come forth. So, instead of that, he muttered the only two words that could come to mind.

"Fuck me..."

So there was a slight edit, that resulted in the whole chapter shitting itself. Had to re-do that. Guess its what i get for trying to copy and paste my own work to edit it on this website...

anyways, yeah, i'm active again. Gonna get back to working on this, as well as just fucking fix Foreign Exchange and continue that. Get rid of all the cringy shit I did and make it decent. Plus i'll actually get to that story that i've been on about for months now... Well, that's all. See ya