Author's Note:

After writing a chapter with over a 10k word count, I decided to write this short chapter. I've also decided to add a new guest to the Repository.

Enjoy.

LFG: This is War

Alaric was done preparing the next viewing he planned for his audience to see. But, before he started the viewing, the Keeper decided to add someone new to the audience. And so, with a snap of his fingers and a loud popping sound, a person fell onto an empty, cushioned chair that appeared amidst the crowd.

The person that the Keeper had summoned was a short, elderly woman with dark skin and silver hair, wearing a dark-blue dress, a heavy blue cloak, and carrying around a wooden walking stick with a top fashioned like a blue skull. Her most prominent feature was the pair of goggle-like prosthetic eyes with bright cyan lens. A large bag of cashew nuts landing on the seat with her.

"What in the-? Where am I?" The old lady yelled the instant she realised she was in a different place to where she was a couple seconds ago.

"Why'd you bring in an old lady?" Weiss questioned Alaric. The 'old lady' didn't take being called that quite well, and was quick to voice her disapproval of the term.

"Hey! Watch what you say, missy." The 'old lady' berated the white-haired heiress. "I may not have real eyes, but my ears work just fine. Now, would someone explain to me what's going on here?"

"Of course, Miss Calavera. Please, bear with me, this may take a few minutes." Alaric replied to the elderly woman. He walked over to her seat, and began give her the same explanation for why and how she was here that he had given to the other members of the audience.

Over by the rest of the audience, they heard the name Alaric had addressed the old woman as, and began to suspect that she was that Maria Calavera that had appeared in their second viewing of the universe with the Guardian and the other one with the Skaven. Though, the old woman with them appeared physically older than the one from that first viewing.

Qrow, who was now free from the bonds restraining him and his sister to their chairs, was trying to figure out just who Maria was. The Keeper had said that he knew her, but how and who she was still escaped him, they had certainly never met before as far as he could recall. He felt like he did know her, and that skull topped stick of hers did heighten that feeling, but still, nothing.

After a few minutes of explanation, Alaric walked back to his seat, while the old woman thumbed her chin and surmised what the Keeper had told her.

"Hmmm. So, I've been abducted alongside these people, and am going to be forced to watch alternate universes for a bored librarian with god-like powers."

"Pretty much," Alaric confirmed as he picked up his remote and prepared to press the play button.

"Ah well," the now identified Maria said with a casual shrug. "I was about to be forced off an airship anyway."

"Wait a second. You're about to be forced off an airship? What did you do?" Oscar asked. The answer he received was both unexpected and extremely odd.

"I brought non-airline issued cashew nuts onto my flight. Can you believe it? If I want to bring my own cashews, I will bring my own cashews!" Maria yelled, waving her walking stick around before grumbling in a low voice. "Blasted she-devil."

That was an odd excuse to be thrown off an airship. Deciding that was enough conversation, Alaric was about to press the play button, but, was interrupted when Talos suddenly walked into the room. The bronze automaton walked up to his master and presented to him a phone ringing in his hand. The Keeper quickly took the phone and answered it with some irritation in his voice.

"Hello? Ah, Ahriman, what is it you need?" Alaric said to the person on the other side of the phone, changing his tone as he spoke to his fellow Keeper. "Hmmm, right now? Shouldn't that be in two months?... SHE has commanded it?... Okay, I'll be there in a moment, just give me a minute to handle a few things here... Right, bye!"

The Keeper handed the phone back to his bronze automaton assistant and got to his feet. He then turned to his guests and told them of a sudden change in plan.

"Right, well, a matter has arisen which urgently requires my presence. Just so nothing fishy happens while I'm gone, I'll be leaving you all with someone." The Keeper then tapped his foot on the ground three times, and, to the audience's shock, his shadow moved by itself and pulled itself out of the ground. Alaric's shadow materialising into an exact pitch black copy of the Keeper, though the shadow had the same golden eyes as his creator.

"Whoa," Sun exclaimed as he watched Alaric inspect his pitch black copy. He had a Semblance that allowed him to create clones of himself, but this was something else.

"Well, this is new." Coco added, lowered her shades to get a better look of the shadow.

"No one here is as shocked as I am about that?" Maria questioned everyone else in the audience, perturbed at how mildly they reacted to what Alaric just did.

"Uh, we've seen some things, Miss Calavera. This isn't too crazy to us," Ruby answered the older woman's question. It was then that Maria noticed Ruby's silver eyes, she was amazed to find another one, and here of all place, but decided to keep her amazement to herself.

"Everyone, this is Alric, my shadow. He'll keep you company and attend to you in my absence," Alaric explained to his guests. It was a smart decision on Alaric's part, for the last time they were left alone, a crazy man in silver power armour had broken in. Still, 'Alric'?

"Real creative name," Roman sarcastically remarked with a roll of his eyes.

"Shut up. I'll be able to keep an eye on you all through him. Now, if you'll excuse me..." As soon as Alaric was done speaking, he disappeared in a tornado of dark-purple smoke. Leaving the audience alone with Alric and Talos.

"Wonder where he's off to," Yang wondered to herself.

"Does it matter? We're still stuck here," Blake stated to her partner. She was right, and Yang could only agree with her.

"Yeah, guess you're right."

Talos promptly left the room as soon as Alaric disappeared, while Alric sat down on Alaric's throne and pressed play on the remote the Keeper left behind.

The screen came to life, and the audience were greeted to what at first seemed to be a peaceful medieval town. It was protected by a stone wall and had a castle nearby. But, when the camera moved in closer to the town, they saw that it was anything but peaceful.

The town was under attack by large, fat-bellied, and green-skinned troll-like creatures with long tusks. The creatures were charging through the town's open gate, and flinging large rocks over the town's walls and at the many houses that sheltered behind it.

The camera followed one rock as it flew through the air in an arch and broke open one of the houses. Inside a family of three, not humans, but short gnomes were huddled together in an attempt to hide from the troll creatures. A shadow fell over the family, and, to their horror, a troll wielding a spiked wooden mallet came lumbering into the remains of their house.

"Oh no! Someone needs to help those... gnome... people." Ruby cried, though she faltered at the end when she tried to find the appropriate words to describe the gnomes.

"Um, is that music I hear?" Maria questioned, and yes, there was indeed music playing in the background. For the readers' convenience, the music being played is similar to that of 'A Whole New World' from Aladdin.

Again, the rest of the audience only reacted mildly to the whole scene playing out if front of them, and the music that was being played. Though, they were a bit confused as to why the music was a bit more positive than they would expect to hear while watching what they were seeing.

"Another one of these, eh?" Port remarked stroking his moustache.

"Another?" The old woman and newest addition to the audience continued to question.

"Yeah, Alaric sometimes makes us watch what are more or less musicals or something along those lines." Jaune responded to Maria's question. "He even made us watch an alternate version of me climb a ladder for about four minutes."

The camera then focused on something in the background. From a nearby building's balcony, a man looked on in dismay as the trolls began to ransack the town.

The man himself wore a long brown mantle over a shirt of steel scale armour, dark gloves, dark-green pants, brown boots. He had tanned skin, slightly messy long brown hair, and pointed ears. He took out a lasso and prepared to throw it, and as he did, the man started to sing.

"Please just stay where you are,

I will come there and save you.

No one this day will harm you,

If I get to you in time!"

With that last verse, the man threw the lasso at something offscreen. The rope caught hold of something, another building most likely, and the man swung down from the balcony to join the gnomes as they tried to fight back against the trolls.

The audience recognised the man for they'd seen him with Salem in that Christmas song viewing, but still did not know his identity. As they were wondering who the man was, Alric took it upon himself to enlighten the audience, and relieve them of their ignorance.

Ozma… good and righteous man. Hero among men, Alric suddenly spoke up. His voice was low and nearly identical to Alaric's, yet it was also raspy, and sounded as if he were speaking in their heads instead from a mouth. Kind of like when the Keeper wouldn't communicate with them in their minds.

"Ozma…" Salem repeated the name Alaric's shadow had spoken, burning it into her mind. A strange sense of familiarity and a jumble of other emotions came over her when she spoke that name. "Does he exist in my world?"

He exists in many worlds, yours among them. Fate will oft bring you together... for good and ill. Alric responded to Salem, his answer perturbing her and creating more questions in her mind. Questions such as; how does she meet him? Does he help her break out of her tower? When does he break her out of her tower if he does?

Meanwhile, others in the audience noted how Ozma's name was a bit similar to Ozpin's in the way that both men possessed 'Oz' in their names. Was there some kind of connection between the two? They'd never heard of anyone called Ozma before now, not even Oobleck had encountered the name in any of his numerous books or archaeological studies. Ozma clearly looked different when compared to the Headmaster of Beacon, and his voice was different as well. Was it just cosmic coincidence, or maybe something more?

The members of Ozpin's order looked to their leader, silently questioning whether Ozma might be one of his many lives.

Ozpin remained silent and just stared at this alternate version of Ozma. Of himself. He was an elf in this one, but just like that universe where Qrow sang that Christmas song, that was still Ozma. After some many years, lives, and lies, it was strange to look upon his first life again.

"Oh my, isn't he a strapping young man." Maria abruptly spoke up while munching on some cashew nuts, interrupting everyone's thoughts. The rest of the audience sent the old woman odd looks, a bit like the ones they sent Nora when she did something weird, Salem actually sending Maria a defensive glare. But, Maria just waved them all off and said. "What? I can say what I want, can't I? Besides, none of you can deny it."

Maria... wasn't wrong, for a few in the audience did in fact think Ozma was quite a good-looking man. Over by Ozpin, the man was feeling uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.

A woman in dark-blue sleeveless robes suddenly popped into view. Her facial features were obscured by their hood and mask, which only allowed the area around her eyes to be visible, but what they could see was a deathly white skin and completely red eyes. There was a red rhombus-shaped crystal on her chest, dark fingerless gloves, and... a pink apron?

Like Ozma, she too began to sing.

"Please just stay right where you are,

When you run the meat gets less tender.

Just lie down and surrender,

Could you marinate in lime?"

The woman was then shown to be chasing after the same family of gnomes from before, the child held in the crook of her left arm, while his parents were fleeing in terror.

Now, the audience had at first reacted with dread when they saw the woman, but then they saw the pink apron. Her voice, while one that they might associate with an evil or antagonistic individual, the verses she sang made the audience pause and think on what it was she sung exactly.

"Who is... that?" Weiss questioned. She and many other members of the audience had a strange feeling that they knew who she was for some reason, but couldn't place just who.

Salem... An undead warlock. Alric replied to Weiss, shocking the audience with his answer.

"Me?!" Salem gasped, incredibly alarmed at the revelation that this woman was her. She'd seen different versions of her fellow audience members, but this was something she would never have expected. How she could possess such deathly pale skin was beyond her, and that she would wear such drab coloured robes was unbelievable. And an 'undead'? Was Alric saying that this alternate version of herself was some reanimated corpse?

Other members of the audience, more specifically, those that know or are aware of the Salem in their universe, were struck with shock at Salem's appearance. More so than everyone else. Ozpin and Cinder, probably the only two people in the audience who had seen their universe's Salem, could say that the one onscreen was very similar to the woman they knew. Of course, they would never tell anyone apart from those they trusted that.

She and Ozma are members of a group of... protagonists, for lack of a better word to describe them. She likes to kill things. People, cats, dogs, magical beings, innocents. She'll kill pretty much anything for the simple reason of her wanting to. Alric continued to say to the audience, not painting a very pretty picture about this alternate version of Salem.

The mention of this other Salem being willing to kill anything, particularly dogs, made Zwei whine and jump down from his chair, then leap into Ruby and Yang's arms.

"She... doesn't plan to actually cook those gnomes, right?" Taiyang asked Alric.

The shadow did not answer Taiyang. Alric's unwillingness to reply, and the previous statement about this other Salem's charming choice of past time, had the audience guessing that she did indeed plan to cook those gnomes.

Deciding to not think about it any further, the audience went back to watching the events on the TV screen. Hopefully things might improve.

Cut back to Ozma, the elf version of the ancient man blocked a troll blade with two slender swords. In an incredible display of strength, Ozma pushed back the blade of his much larger foe, staggering the beast. He then charged the troll, leapt into the air, and delivered a swift punch across the troll's face, knocking it unconscious.

In the background, the town was in absolute chaos as the gnomes and trolls fought each other. The gnomes overshelming the trolls with their numbers, while the trolls crushed the gnomes with their greater size and strength.

"For this is war!

It's where the strong protect the weak

I know not if I'll die,

but know I'll try

I'd gladly give my life for others!"

The audience could see why Alric had stated that Ozma was a good man after hearing and watching him. Now, if only his companion was like him.

Ozpin, meanwhile, felt memories of his first life washing over him again. Memories of his time wandering the world before Remnant as a bold and courageous warrior. Those were incredible times. His time journeying together with Salem were some of the best memories he had, which saddened him when he recalled what happened later on.

Salem, who was done chasing down the gnome family, joined in the chaos that had overtaken the gnome town. She grabbed hold of a passing gnome soldier, effortlessly picking up the diminutive creature, and then opened the mouth of a nearby troll by pulling down on their lower lip.

"For this is war!

I do not care whose side I'm on

I'll kill a troll or gnome,

Or burn a home"

Salem then tossed the gnome into the troll's mouth, and manually brought the troll's upper jaw down on the gnome. The green-skinned creature's sharp teeth biting through the gnome's neck, decapitating him.

"And it was fun to start this war. Who knew?"

Salem tossed the gnome's disembodied head to Ozma and walked offscreen, cackling merrily to herself as she did.

"What?!" Many members of the audience said together when Salem confess to having caused the conflict between the gnomes and trolls. None was more shocked about this than Salem herself.

"She started this war? Why?" Salem questioned, unable to believe that she or any alternate version of herself would knowingly start a war.

So she can kill people. I did say she liked doing that, was Alric's simple answer. Not at all helping the audience's thoughts and attitude towards the Salem onscreen.

"So, you could say that this Salem possesses extreme psychopathic urges to commit homicide?" Penny spoke up, everyone else in the audience agreeing with the strange girl's assessment.

Guess so, Alric responded with a half-hearted shrug of his shoulders.

"Won't you please help end this war with me?"

Ozma pleaded to Salem as he duelled a troll with one sword whilst not looking at the beast. The elf dropped the gnome head in shock when she saw Salem cause even more chaos.

Cutting to Salem, the white-skinned woman burst out of a pile of dead gnomes then cut a troll in half with a single fire engulfed hand.

"Unlimited death!

Infinite lootable corpses

Casting, stabbing, and cursing

Does it really matter why?"

As she had been singing, Salem grabbed hold of a troll's arm and made the creature stab himself without even looking. And with a snap of her fingers, she turned a long spear three gnomes had been charging at her with into a snake that began to attack them.

The other Salem's skill in killing and magical abilities were both impressive and unsettling to the audience.

"Magic, huh? Well, that's certainly something I haven't seen before." Maria commented on what she saw. Sure this was all strange, but while she'd gone under the persona of 'The Grimm Reaper' she'd done some crazy stuff as well. The power of her Silver Eyes among them.

"Yep, we've seen magic. People coming back from the dead. A giant space golf ball. And a person turn out to be a gun, man, that was a weird one." Sun said to Maria, leaving out the fact that it had been his alternate that had turned out to have been the gun the whole time.

"You can't do that, can you?" Ren asked the Salem in the audience. She had told everyone she could perform magic, but the full measure of what she could do with said magic had not been discussed at length, nor with great detail.

"Ooh, can you pull a rabbit out of a hat? Can you saw someone in half and put them back together? Can you turn someone into a toad, no wait that's Professor Goodwitch. A sloth then? Oh my god, can you create a mountain of pancakes?!" Nora jumped in and asked Salem her own batch of questions.

"The magics of my world might be a bit different from this one's." Salem began to explain to Nora, and by extension, everyone else in the audience. "I mean, I can produce fire and other elements. But, I've certainly never turned a spear into a snake, nor have I known anyone capable of doing that. And I'm certain I can't do any of the things you asked, Miss Valkyrie."

"Ah well. You can't fault me for asking, right?" Nora remarked, a bit disappointed that the Salem sat with them couldn't do any of the things she asked her. Everyone just shook their heads and returned their attention to the events happening on the TV screen.

"Huh. Does that a lot, does she?" Maria asked the other members of the audience, quickly surmising from their reactions that Nora had a tendency to do stuff like that.

In response, the other guests to Alaric's Repository nodded and murmured in confirmation. Maria hummed and turned her prosthetic eyes to the TV screen as well. Guess that was one more thing she'd have to get used to while she stayed here for goodness knows how long.

Ozma was fortunately able to stop Salem from casting a jet of flame from her hands at something offscreen, probably at some gnomes, and continued to try and convince the warlock to help him.

"But this is war!"

As Ozma was singing, a spear came out of nowhere and lodged itself in Salem's chest. Now, a spear stabbed into any body part would be a something of great concern to normal people. But, Salem was not a normal person, and looked on the spear with annoyance.

"Is there a spear through my chest?" Salem questioned as soon as she realised the weapon had been stuck right through her.

The audience were startled when they saw the spear plunge into Salem's chest. Now, the audience had seen plenty of people die in their time in the Repository, it was kind of a regular occurrence actually. But seeing someone not die from something that should have really killed them, and react only with annoyance at the attack, was certainly something to see. It was kind of funny how onscreen Salem reacted, but what she would do when she found who threw that spear probably wouldn't be.

"Um, I'm guessing it's because her being an undead thing is the reason why that didn't just kill her." Coco guessed, pointing at the spear that had stabbed right through Salem's chest out her back.

Yessss, near immortal she is. Alric replied to the fashionista, drawing out the 'yes' in a kind of creepy way.

"Yeesh, I don't think I'm gonna get used to this guy." Roman whispered to Neo, his silent henchwoman/girl agreeing with him. Why Alaric couldn't have left someone less creepy-sounding, or at least make Alric less unsettling to listen to, was something the audience could only guess at.

The undead warlock possessed of murderous tendencies searched for whomever had flung the spear. She found who she was looking for, a troll that was now regretting its life choices, and began to advance menacingly towards the troll. The spear still impaled in her chest.

"What you did was an error!" Salem threateningly said to the troll. Meanwhile, Ozma followed after her, and continued to sing.

"It's where the proud defend the meek

We should fight side by side,

To turn the tide."

Salem reached the troll, and had a firm grasp on the left side of its head, her fingers digging into the troll's left eye socket. She pulled the spear the troll had chucked at her out from her chest and prepared to murder the creature. It was then that Ozma came to a realisation, and decided to stop trying to convince Salem to help because the lives of innocents were at stake, but to tell a little lie regarding the trolls.

"They said you were a feeble, undead freak!"

Salem heard Ozma's words, and believing him, used the spear to brutally stab the troll several times with the spear.

"For this is war!"

Ozma was not stood next to a presentation board that had a cartoonish drawing of Salem next to a fluffy sheep. A love heart drawing between the two.

"And that you like animals."

"Hm, that certainly riled her up. But I guess that was the point behind it," Oobleck commented to his fellow Beacon professors, who quickly agreed with him.

"She doesn't like animals? Why? Plenty of them are cute!" Velvet questioned, pouting a bit. She liked animals, and had some pet rabbits back home. Hell, Velvet's backup plan for if she didn't get into Beacon was to pursuing photography, wildlife photography among the things she thought of doing. The rest of Team CFVY smiled at Velvet, she'd certainly gotten a bit less shy and more vocal since they were forced into the Repository.

That's one of the reasons why she kills them, particularly the innocent and cute ones. Alric stated, the audience were none too happy about it, but decided to move on. Yet, before they did, something stuck out in their minds as rather peculiar. Where did Ozma get that presentation board and have time to draw what was on it?

"Heh, she started going at that troll like Blake on that Zwei voodoo doll she made after he tore up her notebook." Yang chuckled, as she recalled said incident.

"Voodoo doll? What voodoo doll?" Blake hurriedly responded to Yang's words in an awkward attempt at denial. She then heard a bark right below her, and, to Blake immense surprise and horror, Zwei had somehow snuck onto her lap and was looking up at her. What happened next was very amusing for everyone in the audience.

After taking a second to process what she was looking at, Blake let out an unearthly screech and had leapt off her seat in a blink of an eye. The cat faunus then bounded straight to her parents on all fours and clung onto her mother for dear life, her heart beating a mile (kilometre) a minute. Meanwhile, Zwei had plopped onto the ground after Blake involuntarily launched him into the air in her flight, but quickly got back onto his feet.

Zwei sent Blake an adorable look, the cat faunus clutching onto Kali even tighter than before, and walked back to his chair. Once that little episode between Blake and Zwei was done, the audience turned their attention back to the TV screen.

The two now stood side by side, singing together while all around them trolls and gnomes were killing each other.

"Now I know whose side I'm on (Oz: Yes, the trolls call you sickly)

I'll slay them with a grin,

Salem for the win!

Let's ensure that each last one is gone!"

"We'll end this war!"

Ozma sang as he turned towards Salem. He looked on with satisfaction and a bit of pride at how the undead warlock was now only killing trolls, and not gnomes. Sure he'd lied, but it was a helpful one. The camera then cut to Salem dragging a troll down to the ground, and then proceeding to rip out the troll's tusks.

"For this is war!"

Ozpin let the edge of his lips curl upwards slightly as he watched Ozma and Salem together. It kind of reminded him of when he and Salem would go on adventures and save villages and towns from the Grimm and bandits, though, obviously his Salem wasn't a near immortal undead woman who ripped out the teeth out of the Grimm's mouths. Again, those were some good times.

"Oof, that troll's dentist is going to have a heart attack." Winter remarked, a few murmurs of agreement coming from the rest of the audience. Though, one person was a bit confused by what the Specialist had said.

"What's a 'dentist'?" Jeanne asked her alternate self, the word Winter used one of several words unfamiliar to her.

"It's a person who helps take care of people's teeth. They can take out teeth, put in fillings, and even give you dentures, uh, fake replacement teeth." Jaune explained to the young Frenchwoman. Jeanne was a bit puzzled at how taking care of other people's teeth was a profession, but let the matter go and carried on watching. There were worse things to do for a living after all, a gong farmer among them.

The ground of the town was now strewn with corpses and pools of blood now coated the ground. Ozma and Salem continued to sing as they looked into their reflection in one such pool of blood (Author: How blood could create a reflection I don't know). Disturbingly, Salem had take the troll's bloody tusks and stuck them to the sides of her hood, making her look like she had horns.

"We heard they're plea (Salem: I'm a WMD!)

And answered their prayers (Salem: It fell down some stairs!)

For honour!"

"For pony." Salem said to Ozma in a scolding manner, preferring her own war cry over Ozma's silly one.

A boulder then came out of nowhere and crushed Ozma, only his legs and right forearm sticking out from under the large rock. Ozma's hand twitched, as if he were asking Salem for assistance. The undead and highly murderous warlock just waved him off and walked away from the crushed elf.

With that, the screen faded to black.

The viewing over, the audience started to voice their mixed thoughts on what they had seen.

"That was... that was quite something."

"It..." Cinder started to say, but just gave up trying to think of something to say about seeing an alternate of her master be... that way. She'd probably never look at her master the same way after this, not at all helped by the Salem in the audience with them.

"Um, will Ozma be okay?" Ruby innocently asked Alric, worried for Ozma's health.

"He got crushed by a boulder, Ruby. Do you really think he'll be okay after that?" Weiss said to her team leader.

He bounces back from it. When Salem and Ozma first met each other in this universe, Salem incinerated him, turning him into naught but ashes. She then gets him restored not long after.

"I-I'm not quite sure how I must feel about this," Salem quietly muttered to herself. Seeing herself in such a light was very disturbing to Salem, and she honestly hoped that she herself wouldn't becoming like that.

You... could be worse. Alric remarked, choosing to not go into further detail as to what 'worse' was. The pitch black copy of Alaric then turned his head towards Maria, and spoke to her. Anyways, what of you Miss Calavera? What are your thoughts on your first viewing here in the Repository?

"Eh, not bad. Certainly could have been weirder from what the rest of you have told me," Maria replied to Alric. Referring to the few examples the others in the audience had told her of. "You got anything else in mind?"

Alric did not reply, but took out the remote and began to prepare the next viewing for the audience to see. Alaric wasn't back yet, so the audience guessed they'd be stuck with his slightly creepy shadow-clone... thing for a while. The audience accepted this and readied themselves for whatever different and crazy universe they would be watching next.

Right, another chapter done.

Hope you liked the addition of Maria to the group. Kind of wanted to also add an alternate version of Amber Autumn who would be Serana from Skyrim's Dawnguard DLC, but decided to drop the idea before I started writing this chapter.

Now, there will be a delay when it comes to the next update. This is due to me wanting to work primarily on the next chapter of my 'Demi-Human Students of Beacon' fanfiction. It's been over two weeks since I last updated it, so I hope you all understand why I want to focus on it.

Oh, and for those interested, I have begun working on the first chapter of the rewrite for my old RWBY/Warhammer crossover fanfiction 'Worst Enemies Make Even Worse Housemates'. Progress is a bit slow going, but I've started. That counts for something, right?

Okay, that's all I have to say for now.

I'll see you all when I next see you.