nightblade546:*Punches arm* No! Don't you dare do that! Excuse me, I meant his Aura, when it was unlocked. With Will…I'm going to pull the rug out of everyone's feet.

For 'Hacked' (my book) I appreciate it, but I actually finished all the OC's I'm going to use.

Blake Tourdner: Thank you very much. I actually have found my opposite self…and yes she is a girl, however we only act like each other sometimes…not constantly. If I tried to do what Will did, she would sock me in the jaw…and balls...like Agent Texas.

BigBadBen: Thank you for the complement. I knew it was about time for them to return…also for the book, please read below at the 'Important'

Happy1K1nob1: Hippie was on the fly for Conner. Afro-Guy…not really. Good to know the existence of the 'Grey' area but don't make any SOG jokes…please. Thanks for the help on the OC stuff and 'Hacked' and if you want to know more about it…then look for the 'Important'

Yes. Damian is wearing purple; it's his color scheme, purple and white. I guess when you put it like that, yeah. But I figured that Western was still a time of good men, business men, discovering black gold, etc. I just imagined small things. No Joker…at all. Thanks for helping me polish him up.

Will…*Smacks forehead* Yeah…thanks for helping me stop that train wreck. Jak…doesn't fit the mold. Thanks though! And not the knives, swords.

Conner is the Captain America. Pockets…maybe.

rwbyfan5: Thanks for the advice, your advice on Damian and Will was thankful, but Conner was more than helpful, it helped me get a much better picture.

Shadow Solaris: Damian is a politician. Of course he needs to control the situation, both Conner and Will aren't that prepared. Friendly Fire…not really.

Bustertank: That sums it up. Ozpin allowed Jerry because he was a simple soul like Ruby, so when Ozpin see's three more he has plenty of questions. He knew about them earlier but didn't know what to think, so when he finds them eavesdropping it sent some warning bells in his head.

Tatopatato:…thank you.

ThaMAO17: Actually, it was more like this.

Damian POV…

They grabbed…each other.

"Wow…" they said.

They squeezed…Nora flushed while Will let out a pleasured growl.

"Soft…" they both said, "and kinda squishy! Like a pillow!" Will added.

Squeeze…another growl and a small moan from Nora.

I noticed that Ren was getting slightly angry.

Ok, time to end this.

Guest: I know. It's still a rough draft; I have a friend who has a major in writing. So I've asked her to help edit it.

Minor changes, added another costume change. But it will make more sense.

Also, this in all third person view. I could tell which perspective was which, but it wouldn't click together correctly, plus it looked very sloppy.

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Chapter

Weiss saw how that boy ran from her; however it wasn't any of her concern. Whatever he did next was on his own head.

…

Weiss dug her manicured nails into her palms.

She was foolish! AGAIN! She did not take enough time required to actually study Jerry's blood, the potential discovery caused her head to fill with the possibilities and fantasies of what could happen if she was correct.

If she succeeded.

If…

Weiss shook her head, no. No point in remembering what happened in the past, she needed to focus on fixing her mistakes; starting with finding Ruby and Jerry and bringing them back to Beacon.

If those…miscreants from the other world were a burden, so be it; whatever it would take to get her partner back.

With this determination in mind, she hurried to catch up with the others.

"…and then, I would make pancakes mandatory for breakfast!"

"YEAH!"

"With plenty of syrup to fill the biggest object ever…a large syrup bottle. The size of the school!"

"YAYYY!"

Blake was honestly debating on whether or not she should take her book and bash the ginger boy's head in, or bash her own to save her from the pain.

Will…wouldn't…shut…up.

She had experience with Nora; the cat Faunus would usually blocked her out with her book. But now there were two of them…

"W-W-Will?"

Blake looked up to see the blond trying to shut up the chatterbox, "P-P-Please be q-quiet. Y-Y-Y-You're st-stopping t-t-t-the…"

For some reason, the blond sighed, "T-the pretty l-lady from eating."

Blake blinked, was this one trying to make a move on her?

However, she noticed that Will had started to eat his food quietly.

…

Might as well give him a chance.

"So…" Blake began, "Who are you?"

"This," at this point, Yang slung her arm around the other boy, "Is my buddy Conner."

"Y-Y-Y-Yang l-l-l-le-let m-m-me g-go," he exclaimed…quietly.

The blonde brawler grinned, "Just being friendly Conner, no need to start blushing."

However that wasn't true, Blake saw that quite plainly.

Conner wanted to get away from Yang; he wasn't embarrassed by the actions of her blonde partner…

Blake couldn't explain it exactly, but it reminded her of how Velvet would be around Cardin.

At that moment, Weiss had sat down with a tray of salad.

"So," Yang began, scooting closer to the heiress with a grin, "Where's the Charmer?" she asked.

Weiss gave a look at Yang, "No idea, he ran off somewhere earlier; besides it's none of our concern. How he chooses to spend his time is his business."

"But didn't Ozpin assign you to be his guardian?" Blake asked.

Weiss shook her head, "He assigned us to be their guides. It is obvious that he knows his way around Beacon, since he also led the way to Professor Ozpins office."

Yang shrugged, "True. But I take you guys don't know your way around Beacon do you?" Yang jostled Conner.

Conner fidgeted, "W-Well…n-not r-real-"

"WE MADE SHARP POINTY THINGS!"

They all stared at Will, who was grinning happily, "Dae took us to a room with a nice computer lady! Where we made cool things."

Dead silence…

"You mean Phyllis?" Weiss asked.

Will nodded eagerly at the question, "Yup! The nice computer lady!"

Blake noticed that Conner seemed to tighten up, his eyes were flicking between Weiss, Yang, herself, and Will. It made sense though, Damian did know about…Beacon and themselves, however that meant that he knew about Phyllis and the WMT room.

Conner was scared…

Blake cleared her throat, "We're not angry," Blake said, "its…good to see you have weapons at least."

Conner looked up; Blake was surprised to see some anger in his eyes.

Before Blake could ask, Yang spoke up, "Well great!" she exclaimed "Then we can start your training up sooner than-"

"W-we're n-n-ot th-that g-g-good," Conner said.

Yang went silent.

"W-We're…poor, at f-fighting."

Yang put on a grin, "That's…ok. You can get better!" she said.

"…not s-soon en-enough," he said quietly. Blake only heard him because of her Faunus nature.

Blake looked back at her Scroll, seeing that it was around 7 p.m. she decided to speak up, "Let's get these guys to their dorm."

The six of them stood up, while team JNPR remained at the table.

As they walked to the dorms, Will was looking around eagerly, "What's that?" he asked.

"That's the Dining Hall, where we just left," Blake deadpanned.

"Oh…what's that?"

"That leads to the cliffs," Blake said, still deadpanning, "and into the Emerald Forest…which are filled with Grimm."

"Oh…what's a Grimm?"

"Monsters, creatures that only exists to kill other people."

Weill went silent, "So why are the meanies in the Forest?" he asked.

"For practice," Yang said as she put arms behind her head.

"Oh…"

Blake rolled her eyes, "We're here…at the Dorms now."

"Ok!"

Damian continued to pour over the books he had taken, as he read another passage in the book, a thought quickly appeared into his head; quickly getting up from his seat, Damian jogged back to where he found the books. His finger trailing across the spines of each book until he tapped the one he required before pulling it off the shelf.

Looking back outside, he saw that it was getting dark. Going back and grabbing several more books for later reading, he went to the librarian to check them out. As this process happened, he heard someone clear their throat; turning around, he sees that Professor Goodwitch was standing there, and glaring daggers at him.

"I require you to come with me Mr…"

"Diviner," he said.

Goodwitch nodded, "Mr. Diviner, I need to show you to your dorm."

With that, Damian grabbed his books and tucked them under his arm before walking with Goodwitch out of the Library.

"So…Mr. Diviner," she began, "I think that I should tell you about Beacon, as your guide is not currently present right now."

"Thank you Professor Goodwitch," Damian said politely, "However I do not believe that will be necessary, I understand completely."

"Oh," Goodwitch raised an eyebrow, "How so?"

Damian cleared his throat, "Beacon Academy is a prestigious school for gifted students desiring to become Hunters or Huntresses, Jerry was one thing, as he was from another world and with the Dust. Now, three more people had appeared at this school and used up student resources, three boys who may be allowed into Beacon. This could be leading to jealousy from the other students and…higher expectations from the teachers and classes; not to mention our lack of combat training will lead to…problems."

Goodwitch raised her other eyebrow, "Well it is good to see that you understand the gravity of this…situation."

Damian nodded, "Completely."

By then they had approached the Dorm Hall, "Here are the Scrolls required for your stay. They will allow you into the basic rooms at Beacon Academy; your partners should already be inside, courtesy of the other guides."

Damian took the Scrolls before tucking them into his pocket, "Will we be getting a change of clothes tomorrow?" he asked.

Goodwitch nodded, "Yes. Come to the Weapon Maintenance and Training room, we can certainly find something for you there…and bring along your weapons as well."

Damian hardly blinked, he figured that there was a good chance Ozpin found some kind of footage of him, "Understood."

As Goodwitch walked away, she went with a higher respect for the boy…even if he did sneak into the Academy; he knew what was required of him and his associates.

Yang's eyes flickered red as she punched another drone, with a satisfying crunch of metal; assuming her stance yet again she waited for the next wave of robots.

CRASH!

THEY HAD NO KIND OF TRAINING AT ALL! YET THEY HAD WEAPONS!?

Crack…

Yang did a back handspring from the robot.

Boosh!

Her little sister was out there on the streets, with Specks, but still.

Did she acknowledge that Ruby was capable of fighting and defending herself? Yes.

Did she have to like it?

Yang cocked Ember Celica.

BAM!

No.

By then, Yang was panting heavily in the center of broken metal. Wiping the sweat off her forehead she marched to a nearby bench before collapsing onto it.

Now she was stuck babysitting…and she couldn't do anything!

Yang had a bag packed, heading straight towards the Beacon docks…only to see Ozpin standing there, with that frustrating unamused look.

No words were spoken, only for Ozpin to shake his head.

She couldn't argue with that, so she left.

Yang's eyes went their natural lilac again, and with a sigh she let Ember Celica fall off her wrists.

It was like her mother…all over again.

Yang let her head fall into her hands, just…hell.

The brawler hated being unable to do anything.

The shield banged around the room; rushing forwards Conner slid baseball style in an attempt to grab the object.

However he missed timed it, leading to it bashing into his forehead.

Damn it!

Pain. Fire burned where they kicked his fallen body.

Gritting his teeth and rubbing his head, Conner got back onto his feet before picking up the shield and getting back into position.

When Damian came back inside the dorms and passed around the Scrolls, Conner left immediately and went back to the astrolabe room.

Taking a breath, Conner spun around and slung the shied.

BANG!

Getting into a kneeling position, Conner reached out his arm to catch the shield. It hit his hand and he managed to keep it there.

"Idiot can't even defend himself from us."

"Talks big but can't back it up!"

"Weak!"

Gritting his teeth, he slung his shield again.

He wouldn't be a burden. He wouldn't leave it up to the others.

"Can't even protect himself!"

He would be strong.

BANG!

A figure darted across the paved paths of Beacon Academy; panting heavily, they sprinted until they stopped near the cliffs. Looking around, they saw that there were metal platforms on the ground, looking between that and the endless forest; an idea clicked in the figures head.

He stood on the metal platform.

Click-click-click-CHUNK!

A grin broke on their face.

The very next day, WBY were assembled inside of the Dining Hall. Will was already there, stuffing his face with pancakes and drowning them with syrup, while Conner was quietly eating a bowl of plain oatmeal as the other teams talked about upcoming classes and assignments.

Then Damian walked in, his black hair disheveled and his Beacon clothes sloppily put on, his shirt wrinkled and tie loose. As he flopped onto the bench, Damian noticed how the heiress eyed him with disgust.

"What kept you Charmer?" Yang asked.

"Late night," Damian said, "Also, I retrieved these for us."

Damian set the bag onto the table, before opening the bag and pulling out the weapons. He passed the sword and shield to Conner; however he then shut the bag again.

"I'll give the rest out later," the boy said.

WBY noticed how he gave Will a concerned glance.

A plate was pushed in front of him, with two pancakes, soggy with syrup.

"Hfve fmph of mnne Drrrmmman," Will said…well it was hard to make out as the boy had a pancake in his mouth, but Damian still got the message.

He took the plate and started to eat the remaining pancakes.

"Professor Goodwitch asked us to meet up in the WMT room later, and we need to grab out stuff," the boy said between bites.

Conner and Will nodded, the energetic boy still had a pancake in his mouth, so it was slapping against his chin.

"Then let us go now," Weiss said, rising to her feet, "We should not keep her waiting."

"Aww," Will whined, "Can't I get more pancakes?" he asked.

"No Will," Blake deadpanned.

Conner shrugged and got up from the bench.

"Let's see what you guys are packing," Yang said.

Damian finished his pancake before grabbing a glass of orange juice and taking a long sip, some of the juice leaked from the glass and down the corners of his mouth.

Setting the glass down and wiping his mouth, he too got up, "Let's go."

The group left the Dining Hall and went towards the main tower, entering and taking up the elevator (Damian was extremely thankful for that), and into the WMT room; Professor Goodwitch was waiting for them, however there were alterations to the room.

The console was still in the proper place, and the robot arms still whizzed around the room, however there were high curtains hanging from wires, attached to the walls. Not to mention that the multiple racks of clothing that were beside the curtains themselves.

Damian opened the bag and pulled out Project Lance, and the leather belts that held Will's bladed weapons. The energetic boy rushed to take them, but Damian only shoved it into the bag again, stopping the energetic boy from grabbing them. Instead, Damian handing the belts to Goodwitch, who began to examine the weapons closely; her fingers trailing along the edges of each knife and both of the single edged blades.

Will was looking around excitedly, however Blake kept a hand on the boy's shoulders to keep him from dashing…to anywhere.

"Ideal. However, the knives need to return to their holsters, as they possess the chance of becoming lost in a battle. With the swords…I see nothing wrong with them."

""Phyllis?" Goodwitch called.

"Yes Professor Goodwitch?" the computer said.

"Can you please make the adjustments I have said?"

A robotic arm took the belts and the weapons before taking them to some nearby robotic arms.

Professor Goodwitch then pointed at Conner, "You boy, go find a better set of clothes," she said.

Conner fidgeted, "E-Erm."

Yang grinned, "I'll help make you look hot."

With that, the blonde brawler dragged away the stuttering blond.

Goodwitch raised an eyebrow as her eyes scanning Project Lance and the other weapons, "If I may make a suggestion," she reached out her hands for the rifle.

Damian nodded, "Of course. I call it Project Lance."

Damian handed Project Lance over to Goodwitch, who peered at it carefully.

"While the barrel length does help better the accuracy of your shots, I am afraid that it will hinder moving through close quarters. Perhaps have the rifle barrel extend or recede, or telescopically, it should help with movement and dealing with closer combat."

Damian blinked, "Will the spear not work?" he asked.

"Show me," she said.

As Damian grabbed Project Lance, Yang then said, "There we go! Now get changed!"

The sharpshooter looked to see Yang pushing Conner into a changing room, his shoes sliding along the ground, making a loud 'sssssssssqqqqqqqqquuuuuuuueeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkk' along the floor.

Damian raised an eyebrow as he watched Conner be manhandled into the room before morphing Project Lance into a spear and handing it to the Professor.

Glynda analyzed the weapon, holding it carefully in both hands as she took several steps back, swinging the weapon around, and miming stabs slowly.

"…adequate," she said, "Perhaps you should alter the weapon shift to morph into a sword as well."

"Similar to Pyrrha's weapon?" Damian asked.

Goodwitch nodded, "Yes, it is simple and efficient."

Damian nodded, however he muttered, "for now" under his breath.

"Phyllis?"

A robot arm took Project Lance from Goodwitch's hands and over to where more robotic arms were.

As Goodwitch then turned to Will, they heard a...satisfied sound before Yang say, "My work here is done."

They all look to see Conner hesitantly walk out of the changing room.

The blonde boy was messing with a blue bandana with black secondary coloring, tied around his neck; he was wearing a jet black zip-up hoodie that was unzipped, showing a blue shirt that had a black, spray-painted shield. The violet eyed boy had jet black, metal arm guard, with the plating strapped along both of his arms; both parts ending and/or beginning just at the elbow. Conner was also wearing well-worn jeans with the cuffs rolled up right above his dark athletic shoes; and more armor leg guards strapped down from his knees and down just above his ankles. His shield was still in its bracer form on his right arm, and his sword on his back.

He scratched his head, "W-Well?"

Goodwitch nodded, "Very good," she said.

Damian then moved towards the clothing racks, with Will bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet.

Goodwitch hold out her hand to Conner, "Can I see your weapon?"

Conner drew his sword with his left hand, and extended his shield before handing both to Goodwitch.

Goodwitch took the shield first, noticing how it took a moment to detach from the bracer when Conner removed it. However she still took it in her hands, running her hand over the rim of the metal shield before knocking on it several times.

"Efficient, however…" she trailed off as she examined the handles of the shield, "you might need to add a magnetic clasp. One that can make the shield return to your bracer, as it possesses the same problem as the throwing knives."

Damian had a set of clothes on his arm as he moved towards the dressing room.

Goodwitch handed the shield of before reaching for the hilt of Conner's sword. After noticing the chain with it, she only recommended on using it sparingly, or to start using an actual leather whip for practice.

A cough got everyone's attention yet again; they look to see that Damian had stepped out of the dressing room.

The boy was wearing a clean white dress shirt, with a purple tie that went down into a waistcoat that was a darker shade of purple. A belt was hanging around his waist, with multiple loops attached to it; white artic camo cargo pants were tucked neatly into a pair of Western boots that had the image of a rifle on both sides, with the barrel pointing down at his feet.

Damian clasped his hands behind his back, "I believe that this is adequate?" he asked.

Goodwitch nodded, "Fine."

Will was bouncing more excitedly.

Damian noticed, with a sigh he pointed at the clothing racks, "Go ahead Will."

Will disappeared in a blur of orange.

"Professor Goodwitch?" Phyllis asked.

"Yes Phyllis?" Goodwitch said.

"I have finished these adjustments to the weapons, also their personal customization."

Goodwitch nodded, "Then please return them to the students please."

Robotic arms had Project Lance, the bracer and sword in their hands, zooming over to Damian and Conner respectively.

Project Lance was colored white, however the scope and handles were a dull purple. The barrel rotated, extending to its original length, but also receded to one the size of an assault rifle, however when Damian shifted it into its spear form, he noticed how the blade was also purple.

"Pull down the cross guard," Phyllis said.

Damian did as the robot said, to see that the cross guard went down to around half the size of the original spear, the area being replaced with a duel-edged blade.

Conner see's that the outer rim of his shield is a dark blue while the inner rim is also jet black. His sword was the same way, the blade a black and the hilt a deep blue, the chain connecting his sword together was also blue.

"TA-DA!"

They all look at Will, who was standing proudly with his hands on his hips.

He was wearing two cloth pauldrons, both extended slightly outwards on his shoulders, they noticed several holsters along both shoulders, and angled outwards, either above or below the area where his arm met his shoulder. Will was wearing an orange tank top, with black, skintight sleeves that went from his elbows to his wrists, along with fingerless leather gloves. The energetic boy was wearing black pants that were rolled up to show part of his shins, and sandals that had straps up his ankles.

"Hello!"

They all just stared.

"Will, I have your weapons right here."

Then, the throwing knives and swords were quickly snatched up by the boy and placed in their respective places.

They all saw how Will's throwing knives were an dark orange, and that his sword blade were a jet black while the cloth that made up its hilt was also orange.

Goodwitch looked at all of them and nodded her head, "Much better."

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