So, I have absolutely no set update schedule, so I will put chapters up at least once a week.

Also, I know the grammar isn't perfect, but I can only do so much with me being the one who is also writing the story. Oh well, sorry.

Enjoy!

Ozpin

It was half surprising, half expected. I had just recently met Ruby Rose and she had silver eyes. Although that wasn't what made me so apprehensive, it was the fact that I had accepted her into Beacon just before I died, literally an hour before I died. This meant that all of my former enemies would go after her, the already budding target on her back just grew tenfold.

I had expected God to drop me into my life right where I left off, but apparently the trip to heaven took about a day, so I was already proclaimed dead in Remnant.

I was to go back as an 17 year old who applied into Beacon from Atlas. That was both a good and bad thing. Good because I would be able to get closer to Ms. Rose much more easily, bad because I would not have the same sway and resources that I had previously.

I wasn't allowed to go back looking like my younger self, I was too recognisable, so my silver hair was black and I was a little shorter than what I was when I was really 17 years old. God had wanted to completely change everything about me, but I would not budge on my green aura.

I was given the last 2 months before the next school year began to make a little bit of a name and create contacts, in case of emergency. I also checked up on Ms. Rose a little bit every few days to make sure she was safe.

By the time the start of the school year rolled around, Ms. Rose had gotten into trouble only once, but her elder sister had helped her before I needed to intervene.

I was riding the communal airship into Beacon with other students when we first caught a glimpse of Beacon. It was magnificent, I really am much more appreciative of this view, now that I have a second chance at life. A second chance at life, from essentially the beginning, how many people would wish for nothing more than that?

I paid little attention to the announcements, although Beacon's new headmaster, professor Helic was in them.

When we landed, a boy about my height ran by with his hands covering his mouth and let the contents of his stomach in the nearest garbage bin. I felt a little bad for him, but he would have to become stronger if he wanted to stay in this school. Thinking back, I don't remember this boy's application at all, he either applied late, like me, or somehow cheated his way into the system. I would have to keep my eye on him.

While I was lost in my thoughts the airship was cleared out and the doors were starting to close, quickly, I slipped out and started for the main building when someone tapped me on the shoulder, the blonde boy.

"Hey there! I'm Jaune Arc, what's your name?"

"The name's Ozma Ozenne." I said with a smile, making friends inside the school would also be important, "You were the one who threw up, right?"

Mr. Arc laughed nervously, scratching his head, "Yeah that's me, you know-"

He was cut off by an explosion farther down the path, towards the main building of the school. We both took a step towards the red-cloaked girl who was getting yelled at by a white-haired girl, when a black-haired girl went up to them, soon after the white-haired girl stomped off, her butlers picking up the boxes on the ground. The black-haired girl walked off and the cloaked girl slumped to the ground.

Mr. Arc reached the girl - Ms. Rose I realised - and offered her his hand. "Hey, I'm Jaune."

"Ruby," she said accepting his hand, and looked towards me.

"Osma" I offered. I should stop calling her Ms. Rose, lest I slipped up. I was the same age as those two, calling each other by our first names without honorifics is what was normal.

Looking back at Jaune, Ruby let out a giggle, "Aren't you the guy that threw up on the ship?" I also let a small chuckle escape me.

"What is up with people? Can't you forget it?" Jaune whined a little bit. We started walking, Jaune in the middle, me on his left, Ruby on his right.

"Why," asked Ruby, "What happened?"

"I asked the the same question." I said.

Being friends with Ruby would make it easy for me to stay close to her, if anyone tried to attack her and she couldn't handle herself, I would be there to help her. As an angel, I had magical powers, which would stand out since nobody in Remnant, to public knowledge, had them. So, I chose essokinesis, which is essentially the warping of spatial reality, along with a dual half-chakram which could fuse at the ends and become a larger chakram.

An outburst broke me from my thoughts, "All I'm saying is motion sickness is a much more common problem than people let on."

Ruby laughed, "Look, I'm sorry, Vomit Boy was the first thing that came to mind."

"Oh yeah?" Jaune said, "What if I called you crater face?"

"Hey! That explosion was an accident!"

"Well, the name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it."

I raised an eyebrow, "Do they?"

Jaune put his hands out towards me, "They will! I hope they will. Well my mom always says that- never mind."

"So, I got this thing." Ruby said, her scythe unfolding. Jaune and I jumped back to get out of the way.

"W-woah," Jaune stammered out, "Is that a scythe?"

"It's also a customizable high impact sniper rifle." I smiled, the image of a small girl like Ruby holding a large scythe was a sight to behold.

"A wha...?" Jaune trailed off.

"It's also a gun."

"That's cool." I said, trying out the diction and slang of most modern kids.

"So, what do you guys have?"

I grabbed my chakram from my belt, it was half the length of my forearm, and split apart. The silver and green intricate patterns were occasionally flashing in the light.

"Woah! Is that a dual chakram? Does it do anything more?" Ruby began gushing over the weapons in my hands. I was surprised, not many people knew what chakram was by name.

"No, I use them like knives. But they are at least ten times more deadly."

"Knives?" Ruby said looking up, "Aren't they meant for throwing?"

I smiled, she knew quite a lot, "Yes but I have them balanced so that they can be used for both." I handed her the half chakram in my right hand.

"If you throw them, how do you get them back?" Jaune asked, getting a little closer too.

I took a step back and threw the one in my left hand upwards and away from the building we were close to. When it was a good 100 feet away, I used my "semblance" and made a thin green string shoot out of my hand - kind of like spider man - and attach to the chakram and pulled it back in a sweeping arc.

By then both of their jaws were dropped; there were sparkles in Ruby's eyes. "You will have to show me more later!" she then turned to Jaune, "What about you?"

He pulled out a plain sword and shield, fumbling with them, "It's not much" he mumbled.

Ruby oohed.

"Cool," I said.

"So, what do they do?" Ruby asked.

"The shield gets smaller," Jaune retracted his shield, "So, when I get tired, I can put it away."

I broke the silence, "But, wouldn't it weigh the same?"

Jaune slumped, "Yeah"

Ruby laughed nervously, glancing at each of us, "Well, I'm kinda a dork when it comes to weapons, so I may have went a little overboard in designing it."

Jaune starred in appreciation, "You made that?"

"Of course, all students at signal forge their own weapons." Ruby said, "Didn't you make yours?"

"It's a hand - me - down. My great - great grandfather used it to fight in the war."

"That sounds more like a family heirloom," I said.

"Well I like it!" Ruby burst out, "Not many people have an appreciation for the classics these days."

"Yeah, the classics."

Jaune put his sword away, and we continued on their path. Wait a second. Where were we?

"Why'd you guys help me out in the courtyard?" Ruby said looking through her bangs.

"Eh, why not?" Jaune said, "My mom always said that strangers are friends that you haven't met yet." I stopped walking, that was an interesting philosophy, but there was something more pressing-

"Hey," Ruby said, stopping, "where are we going?"

"I don't know," Jaune said, "I was just following you."

"You think there might be some sort of directory," Jaune asked, "Food court? Some kind of recognisable landmark?"

Ruby and I let out a small laugh, "No," we were almost to the gardens, I knew exactly where we were.