Foreword

Informal Synopsis (Part 2):

For the purpose of the story, the ASG universe doesn't exist. A.K.A., nobody gets transported to another world (isekai'd). The ASG characters are born and raised in Remnant. This results in a couple of interesting dynamics, the most prominent being that the conflict between humans and Adepts is, simply put, not a thing. Without this conflict, characters that are heavily influenced by it *coughallofthemcough* find themselves ripe to explore far away from that nigh-apocalyptic mess. Some come out better off, others… no, no, all of them come out better off. That's not to say there are no conflicts. Remnant is not hurting for its own bag of problems and I do need to put the characters somewhere. But overall the heavy baggage of many of the ASG characters is exchanged for the relatively lighter ones of Remnant.

The story follows the RWBY timeline (with changes here and there just because), starting with Volume 1 and up to Volume 3 (as far as my plans go). Once we reach Volume 3… we'll see.

Who is this story for?

Whoever likes it? The story is written with the assumption that the reader is more familiar with RWBY than ASG. That said, the story focuses on the titular Team KVKC. If you're familiar with the ASG cast, you can hazard a very good guess at what each letter stands for. Hell, two of those letters are exactly the two characters you are thinking of right this instance. Don't worry, I won't drag out the reveal if you are on the blind. As a side note: IF YOU DON'T WANT RWBY OR ASG SPOILERS, SKIP THIS FIC.

What inspired this story?

One word: Septimas. The Septimas in ASG are very similar to Semblances in execution. Which are similar to X-men mutations, which are similar to Bloodline Limits, which are… you get the idea. Superpowers are nothing new. But the combination of Septimas, the age of the ASG's main cast, and my love for both franchises inspired me to write this. Also, I want to explore the ASG character far, far away from the horrible, horrible place they call home.

There is more I can talk about, but I guess I'll let the story and Author Notes speak for themselves.

Chapter 2: V

With a deep breath, the crisp Valean air flowed through his lungs as he walked down the streets. The weather was pleasantly fresh; not too hot nor too cold. The only two types of weather that existed in Vacuo's desert.

He arrived at Vale two weeks ago and still didn't know what his next step was. He only planned as far as reaching the city. That was the difficult part. Everything else? He figured he could iron those details as time went on. And to be fair, so far everything was going smoothly. He had no problem checking into some cheap motel, getting food, and even an odd job here and there to help his limited finances. Not that he was running out of money – he had enough to last a month – but the chance came up, he was free, and lien is lien at the end of the day.

Thanks to that, he was currently on his way to get some Dust for his weapon. Quickly glancing at his scroll, an older model that would have dropped dead eons ago had he been anyone else, he verified he was still heading in the right direction. In fact, once he turned the next corner, he should see it on his left side.

He picked up the pace. Night was already upon the city and history, personal history, has taught him that monsters came out at night. And he didn't mean Grimm. He wasn't worried about himself, but about witnessing something that would make his life more difficult than it already was.

The store, a Dust shop according to marketing, was more of a general weapon store that catered to Hunters. Dust was the primary product, but weapon magazines (both ammunition and literature), weapons parts, and gadgetry was also part of the inventory. It would have been nice if it sold some of the more exotic Dust types like Gravity and Hard-Light, but even really specialized Dust shops rarely had them in stock, instead placing orders upon request.

Besides him, there were two other people in the store: the clerk manning the cash register – who the boy swears he has seen doing other jobs throughout the day – and a girl with a red hood reading some magazine and listening to music if the way her head bobbed rhythmically meant anything.

The boy made his way towards the Dust canisters, making a mental tally of what he needed.

Lightning Dust for his Michael clip, Water for the Gabriel clip, Gravity was used for all his other clips in varying quantities and mixes, but that would require a special order. He also wanted to experiment with Hard-Light Dust, but that would take a special order and money he didn't have. His Lucifer clip didn't use Dust or his Semblance, so getting the higher quality material it did use was a good idea. As for his bolts, all of them were in top shape alongside his gun, Dart Leader. Although Orochi could benefit from a refill of Gravity Dust…

The bell by the entrance snapped the boy out of his reverie. A quick glance and he was already crouching and moving away as quickly and quietly as possible from the entrance. Great, he wanted to avoid being a witness to any unsavory act and here he was, being a witness to a robbery. Because of course it was a robbery. What else could several men all dressed like two-bit mafia grunts be doing this late at night in a weapon shop if it wasn't a robbery? Actually, who was foolish enough to rob a weapon shop in Vale to begin with? They just needed the one Hunter present and the entire robbery would go down the drain.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a Dust shop open this late?"

The boy dared a glance to see the speaker. Obviously, the leader, if only by virtue of not wearing the same uniform as the grunts.

The shopkeeper cowered in fear and pleaded for the thieves to just take the money and leave. The thieves weren't here for money, they wanted the Dust. The boy cursed. He wanted to buy Dust.

As the grunts went about gathering the valuable mineral, the boy quietly avoided them. Another mental curse was given as he saw one of the grunts notice the girl and began approaching her. The boy reached for his gun, ready to protect the civilian before…

Wait… civilians, at least those uncapable of fighting, didn't go to Dust shops at these hours of the night to read magazines about the highly technical specs of high-caliber sniper rifles. Right? And that red cape was pretty eye-catching.

Huntress eye-catching.

The grunt didn't realize as much and, after a quick chat and the girl asking him, incredulously (and witness-boy shared the sentiment), if she was actually being robbed, the grunt was defenestrated for his trouble.

Soon after, a battle ensued outside between red riding hood and the grunts, who were way over their heads attempting to fight a Huntress. The boy observed the battle from inside the shop. Her fighting style was more over-the-top and stylish than needed, but when you twirled a giant scythe with such finesse, there was something to be said about the psychological merits of using cheerleading skills to reap the fear of Death upon one's enemies. And, if the boy was honest with himself, he wasn't completely immune to showmanship, albeit he limited it to striking subtle poses when all he could do was stand around and wait.

And the haikus. There was something to be said about the psychological merits of reciting ominous poetry to smite the fear of the gods upon one's enemies.

The flamboyant boss sauntered towards the black and red-haired girl, rambling about the worth of good grunts.

"Well, Red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening, and as much as I'd love to stick around…" he said as he raised his cane, which was also a gun because of course it was, "…I'm afraid this is where we part ways."

A red-Dust powered blast erupted from the cane-gun. To a Huntress, the blast was dangerous in the sense it would cause a hefty dent in their aura's reserves. Also, to a Huntress, it was too straightforward and telegraphed to work without a good deal of incompetence on their part. 'Red' was anything but incompetent and effortlessly jumped over the shot.

But its purpose was achieved, distracting the girl long enough for the thief to make his escape. Unfortunately for him, not fast enough to get out of sight before the girl spotted him climbing to a rooftop and gave chase.

The newly minted witness heard police sirens in the distance. The cashier must have activated a silent alarm at some point. Good for him. Not so good for the boy, who wanted nothing to do with this whole issue. He started to make his way away from the crime scene but froze. What about the girl? He looked at the rooftop, the faint sound of metal clashing and gun fire suggesting she was engaged in battle with the thief.

With a frustrated grunt, he ran towards the sound. He didn't want the trouble associated with vigilantism. But he also wouldn't be able to sleep at night if something happened to the girl because he walked away rather than assist.

-o-

Ruby Rose might have bitten more than she could chew. She was confident in her fighting prowess. Stopping a robbery normally fell within the scope of said fighting prowess. Stopping a robbery by a Huntsman-level thief might push the robbery a tad beyond that.

Each attack she made was met with the thief's metal cane. Too close to shoot him, her gun was relegated to aiding her mobility. Any hope that the rarity of scythes as weapons would throw off her opponent was dashed thirty seconds into the fight, as her opponent quickly determine what made her combat style tick and adapted.

"Not bad, Red," the thief complimented her conversationally, "but you are still not in my league," he taunted.

With a blast to her feet, the thief created distance between them before throwing a red Dust crystal towards her.

"Heads up, Red."

The shot from his cane hit true as it connected with the crystal, causing the potential energy within the mineral to react violently and explode.

Ruby immediately closed her eyes and braced herself, pushing her aura both to her front and back to mitigate the damage from both the Fire Dust and whatever stopped her as she was thrown by the blast.

However, rather than the force of the explosion, Ruby felt someone embrace her. Her skin tingled and the hair on her body stood up, as if subjected to static electricity. The same force caused her cape to flutter uncontrollably behind her.

When she opened her eyes, it was to the cackle of lightning. A shield of blue electricity encased her, dissipating the last embers of the explosion. Her eyes shifted to the boy holding her close, probably to prevent the lightning from harming her.

She saw spiky, blond hair, with a long, braided ponytail, which transitioned from yellow to purplish blue in a gradient and reached below his waist. He was dressed in a simple white shirt, black slacks and boots, and a green long coat, and a multicolored pendant. Not unlike what a civilian would wear, but Ruby couldn't help but notice Huntsman physique beneath. Hard not to when one of his arms was holding her close. The other was raised in front of him, half-clenching as if controlling the electric field. Her silver eyes were taken aback by the intensity of his sharp, golden ones that betrayed unspoken power and confidence.

Beyond the electric field, Ruby spied the thief's look of surprise at the new interloper. And beyond him, a bullhead appeared.

-o-

"I swear, they come out of the woodwork," Roman muttered as he made his way towards the flying aircraft.

First Red, now Sparky. The night just kept throwing surprise after surprise. Mounting the bullhead, Roman turned to face his pushy guests.

"It has been fun," he announced, taking off his hat and giving a little nod as he addressed each of his opponents, "Red. Sparky." Both brats were staring at him, ready to attack at the drop of a coin.

"Alas, my ride is here. Maybe we can catch up at a later date. For now, though, adieu."

Sparky didn't move nor seem inclined to continue fighting. Smart boy.

Red… oh Red.

"I will not let you escape!"

Roman sighed as he parried the shots from Red's monstrous sniper-scythe. He sent a couple of bullets her way for good measure. It was basic courtesy to respond in kind. That was a mistake. Sparky had been content playing defense, but now that Roman attacked he blocked the shots with that electric Semblance of his before sending some of his. Basic courtesy indeed.

Roman once more parried them, but his eyes narrowed when he noticed the bullets were not bullets, but darts. Odd.

"I appreciate the toothpicks, Sparky, but I think it's too soon for a dinner date."

He signaled the pilot to drive away but froze when three darts impacted the side of the bullets. His world was torn asunder shortly after.

-o-

Ruby gaped at the boy's attack. If she knew her weaponry, his weapon was a modular custom pistol capable of shooting bullets and darts alike. When he started shooting at the bullhead with darts, Ruby thought the boy might have forgotten to switch out ammunitions.

When he activated his electric shield, Ruby was metaphorically, and almost physically, blown away as three vicious tendrils of lightning raced to where the darts attached to the bullhead and torn through the plates of the vehicle. The thief was similarly shaken, having never seen three measly darts cause so much damage.

Not wasting time, Ruby barely heard the thief shouting the pilot to leave as he, in turn, started shooting at her and the electric boy. Ruby dove out of the way behind a metal water tank. The boy instead raised his electric shield, stopping the bullets but also making the thief shoot more desperately at him.

It was all a delay tactic, keeping them occupied as the bullhead started pulling away. Too late, as a blonde woman joined the fray.

-o-

Roman cursed a storm.

First, some preppy goth red cheerleader started beating the crap out of Junior's men with an oversized farming tool.

Then, some spiky-haired hobo attacked him with the world's puniest pistol and ripped a hole into a bullhead.

Then Glynda. Fucking. Goodwitch.

Why not go all the way out and throw the Headmaster of Beacon at him? Or perhaps the General of Atlas? And the kitchen's sink too, while you're at it.

With a wave of her crop, Glynda created some Gravity Dust missiles and sent them hurling towards the bullhead. Luckily, the flying machine weathered the attack.

"Why aren't we leaving!?" Roman yelled at the pilot, some grunt he kept around simply by being slightly more competent than others.

"I'm trying boss, but the ship isn't responding."

Roman quickly connected the dots. Goodbitch's Semblance. She was literally anchoring the bullhead in place with sheer force of will. Looking down, Roman's suspicions were confirmed as Glynda had one hand extended towards the bullhead while the other used her crop to prepare the next attack.

He quickly went through what he knew about the Huntress: she is the Deputy Headmistress of Beacon. A Huntress among Huntresses and Huntsmen. Widely considered one of the strongest Hunters in modern days. Fights primarily by using her Semblance to manipulate the dust stored in her crop. Semblance: telekinesis powerful enough to control objects at a molecular level.

With a wave of her crop, the Huntress summoned ominous clouds above the bullhead. Roman paled, once more cursing the witch's bullshit Semblance as a hail of icicles rained upon the bullhead.

He needed to distract her long enough to escape. Roman started firing at the Huntress, to no effect as the bullets not only never reached the target but were returned to him.

But Roman hadn't become a famous master thief by sticking to thinking inside the box.

He shot once more at Goodwitch. Then a second time. Without missing a beat, he quickly adjusted his aim a little to the left, aiming at an impressionable hooded girl, and fired.

Goodwitch noticed the deviation too late and turned quickly in the hope of pushing the girl out of the way. Luckily, she didn't have to as an electric bubble formed around said girl, and the boy next to her, that stopped the bullet.

"I have this under control," the electric boy yelled.

With a nod, Goodwitch paid her undivided attention to Roman, who cursed. He was getting proficient at it.

With a harsh wave from her hand, the bullhead shook under Glynda's telekinesis's influence and Roman almost lost his footing. He prepared to resume his shootout but froze. Glynda was smirking. Around her Roman saw what looked like nuts and bolts, each one catching fire as she weaved fire dust around them.

"Son of a…"

Roman didn't finish his curse as Glynda telekinetically ripped the metal out of the bullhead's wings and used the material she gathered as an impromptu fiery Gatling gun.

"Boss, we are going down."

Considering THE Glynda 'Fucking' Goodwitch dismantled the bullhead with her mind, Roman was utterly unsurprised. That doesn't mean he was happy about it.

In the one instance tonight where the gods didn't find it fitting to shit on Roman, the sound of shattering glass reached his ears.

"I have never been happier to see you, my dear."

Reaching for the pilot grunt with one hand and an extended feminine hand with the other, Roman was whisked away from Goodwitch's eyes as reality broke around him.

-o-

Glynda scowled. Once more, Torchwick slipped away. And not for the first time to the sounds and visuals of shattering glass, if previous witnesses were to be believed.

"I'm ok! T-thanks for the assist."

"Hmm."

Looking at the two kids behind her, Glynda sighed. The night was long from over.

-o-

The girl next to him fidgeted as they waited in a dinky gray interrogation room for only the gods knew what. Soon after the rooftop incident, the Huntress detained them for 'further interrogation.' That's how they found themselves in an interrogation room.

That was simple enough.

'Why were they in the rooftop?'

'What were they thinking?'

'If it was up to her, she would commend them for their bravery and reprimand them for their recklessness.'

All things considered; the entire process went smoothly. Too smoothly. Vigilantism was considered a crime and while they could make an argument for self-defense, he expected more pushback. Vale wasn't as laidback as Vacuo. Which led him to believe someone was pulling some serious strings behind the scene, for their sake. That was worrying. He wouldn't go as far as saying he didn't think people could do stuff out of the good in their hearts, but he loathed to admit that quality was despairingly scarce.

"So… can I see your gun?"

He faced the girl and raised an eyebrow.

"Eeep… t-too soon? Too soon. Stupid Ruby. Stupid. Normal people just don't ask for guns like that. Ugh."

He observed with faint amusement as the girl went through a rollercoaster of emotions. And all of the wrong reasons. He decided to humor her, pulling out his dart gun and placing it on the table in front of them.

The girl's eyes gleamed in excitement, as she closed in to observe the gun without touching it.

"Definitely custom-made. As I expected, can fire normal bullets to... the barrel is modular?"

He nodded at her assessment.

"The ammo clip is also custom made. Can I?"

He gestured an affirmative. He trusted the girl wasn't about to shoot him. Not that it would work. She picked up the weapon and started to inspect it even more closely.

"Ammo clips with darts. One clip probably holds nearly a hundred. Everything but the darts is built out of a nonconductive plastic. Your Semblance?"

"You're quite knowledgeable with weapons."

The girl blushed, both embarrassed and flattered, and caught off-guard by receiving a full sentence as an answer. Also, for someone so short, he had a pretty deep voice.

"I'm kind of a weapon nut. A nerd. A geek! There are just so many cool weapons out there. What's the name of your gun?"

"Dart Leader," the boy answered, the girl's enthusiasm bringing forth pleasant memories. "The barrel is called Cerberus and I named those particular ammo clips Raphael. It's my go to combination. And I'm also a bit of a weapon junkie myself."

The girl's eyes sparkled at finding a kindred spirit she could fangirl with. "Wow. How did you make your darts synergize with your Semblance like that?"

"That, Miss Rose, might be an interesting story. For another time, I'm afraid," a new voice chimed in.

The two teens attention diverted to their visitor, a well-dressed middle-aged man, assuming his aura was unlocked, with a plate of cookies on one hand and a steaming mug on the other. Behind him, the Huntress that detained them, Glynda Goodwitch, remained at the entrance, observing the meeting.

Placing the plate in from them, he invited them to help themselves.

Before the girl could inhale the plate, the boy claimed a stack for himself faster than anyone could react Already on his way to eating his second cookie, he noticed the entire room was staring.

"…what?"

The girl picked a cookie and ate it moderately.

The old man looked at the girl. "You have silver eyes…"

"Hmm?" the girl responded at the odd question. The boy looked at his crime partner and noticed she indeed has silver eyes. In a world with all the colors of the rainbow available for eyes and hair, that was a pretty odd color.

"Do you know who I am?" the man asked.

The boy had the inkling he knew but couldn't quite place a name to his face.

"You're Ozpin, the Headmaster of Beacon," the girl answered.

The boy blinked in recognition while the now identified Ozpin smiled.

"That was quite an impressive show, you both gave. May I ask where you learned to fight like that?"

"Signal Academy."

"From a dusty, old crow, I assume."

"That's my Uncle Qrow!" Ruby chirped excitedly. "He taught me everything I know. I was kind of useless before he took me under his wing. Is that how you knew my name?"

Ozpin chuckled at the barrage of bird puns and nodded. "Yes, Miss Rose, I have heard a lot about you from your uncle. He's an old friend of mine. Now, why an adorable girl like you learned to wield one of the hardest weapons to master?"

"I want to be a Huntress. I have two more years at Signal, but afterwards, I'm going to Beacon."

Ozpin eyes twinkled and the boy immediately knew where this was going. He hadn't considered it, but he admitted the proposition was intriguing.

"Two years is a long time Miss Rose. And from what I saw, I feel they'll be wasted on you. It is within my power to help accelerate the process. What do you say? Interested?

The girl, Ruby, burst with excitement at the seams and nodded eagerly, in lieu of formulating words she couldn't at the moment.

Throughout all of this, the boy played spectator to the conversation between the girl and the Headmaster. But the girl needed no more convincing. Now the attention was turned towards him.

"Unfortunately, I don't believe I have a doting uncle available to interrogate about you, young man. Would you care to share your name?"

The boy considered it. He seriously considered. He was certain he would receive the same offer to apply to Beacon Academy. It wasn't his plan. But he didn't have a plan to speak of. This was a new life, and a new opportunity served on a silver platter. He just needed to take a leap of faith.

"Volt. Gun Volt"

Author's Notes

Damnit, Gunvolt, don't just decide to cut your name in half like that.

Gun Volt is a weird ass name, but unfortunately, we don't know his real name. Unfortunate for you. For me is very fortunate since Gunvolt splits neatly into two "names" that invoke color: Gun reminds us of gunpowder, so gray/black. Volt invokes electricity, so several colors but for the purpose of the character, electric blue.

Is Gun Volt his real name in this case? Frankly, it's not relevant to the story and is not like we'll find out a real name. Gun Volt is perfectly serviceable, if weird. But this is Remnant. We have a guy named Qrow running about. The skull of a woman named Tock lies somewhere in the world. Cinder Fall is a name that exists. Gun Volt is perfectly reasonable.

Anyways, once you heard this is a Gunvolt/RWBY crossover, you just had to know the titular Gunvolt would make an appearance. Semblances play a big part in this story and Gunvolt's Azure Striker Septima, repurposed into his Semblance, is one of the reasons I'm giving Semblances a bigger role in the story.

Of the GV crew, I would say GV shares similar importance to Mytyl in the story, with the remaining two being a bit less important but still primary characters. So, again, if you cannot stand GV, the story might not be for you.

Also, writing this I found out GV's weapon actually has a name: Dart Leader. Fancy that.

Also, GV can be seen as the dragon in that one Chinese idiom about the dragon and the tiger. Two for two!

On a final note: This is the first time I use the term "Hunters". The term is not really canon, IIRC. It's always "Huntsman and Huntresses". But I hope you can see why that would get really annoying really fast. So, Hunters it is.

Also, reviews are appreciated, I suppose?