RWBY takes their new career paths quite well. While you think they'll still need real jobs (at least the ones that can blend in enough), cosplaying seems like a good option, considering how easy it would be to do. If you set up a for each of them, then hopefully they'll gain a following and then you can pool together their earnings for some extra cash. Yang also suggested that they go a little lewd to pull in bigger numbers, and for the moment, you're the photographer. You enjoy this prospect.

With that settled, you can start working on setting everything up and getting Ruby a job with your company so she can work from home and work on the teleportation machine. Yang would need a little searching, but with her skills and personality, it shouldn't be very hard. Weiss… you'll have to see. Blake's ears complicated things, but you'll see if anything pops up.

That would come later. Today's adventure was a high-stress meeting with terrorists. Yay. You, Blake, and Yang were going to meet with the White Fang members that got sucked over to your world and hope that you could come to an agreement. They had intel on the machine, and hopefully, a Semblance that might assist with the repairs. You had to come along as the liaison between them since you were the only native of this world. Blake was a former White Fang, and Yang had a gun in her arm.

You pull up to the abandoned (well, not anymore) farmhouse where the White Fang was hiding out in, making sure to approach from the opposite direction you normally would, just so they'd have less of an idea where you live. You assume they weren't too interested in their immediate surroundings when they arrived, so you think that they still don't know where you live. You want to keep it that way. You, Blake, and Yang exit your car and walk to the front door. In your hands is a large box.

"Come in," a voice says before you actually knock. The three of you oblige and open the door. Blake removes her bow. Yang casually hides her robotic hand in her pocket in case she needs the surprise factor.

Before you stand three nonhumans. Blake was still normal. Really, you've been trained to recognize catgirls as your basic everyday animal person, so she didn't really stand out. Before you, though, were three Faunus. One was a titan of a man, a foot taller than you at least. He had an aged face, tanned skin, a pure white mane of hair, and horns. Big, massive, pointy horns. From the info they gave you, he was a steer Faunus. Even without his horns, he'd still be was to pick out as someone not from this world. It was beyond rare to see someone so tall and muscly and who struggled to fit into a black tank top with gray sweatpants. He also didn't look very happy, which fills you with fear.

The next Faunus you see was thankfully a lot smaller than the steer-man. She looked to be in her mid-late twenties and had weasel whiskers. She was short and rather mousy, with equally short, mousy deep red hair in a messy bob. Judging from her posture, she was very professional, and she wore what looked like a fashionably altered lab coat. If they didn't tell you none of them worked on the machine directly, you'd assume she was one of the head scientists based on appearance.

The last was harder to tell. However, he looked at you, then Blake, then Yang. Upon seeing Yang, a vibrant blue thin tongue poked out from his lips, confirming him as part skink. He was young, probably somewhere between Ruby and the rest of RWBY in age, and wore punkish clothes, rocking what looked to be a band shirt, a beanie, and ripped jeans. Based on previous info, he was the one with the teleportation Semblance.

"Hello," Blake says, walking forward with a determined expression. "I'm–"

"–You're Blake Belladonna," the steer man interrupts, arms crossed.

"Y-yes. I am." Blake looks confused but quickly reasserts herself.

"*He* told us about you. More than we ever asked."

Nobody in the room asks who, "he," is, since you all know. If the White Fang before you knew Blake, then they knew because Adam told them about her. At least the steer-man said his words with disdain; you get the impression he didn't like Adam.

"That saves me the trouble of telling you who I am," Blake says, trying her best to match the tempo of the conversation. She motions back to you and Yang. "This is my teammate, Yang, and this is the person that found us, Mark. He's from this world."

"Are we really in a different world?" the skink-boy asks.

"Yes," Blake says. "You read the note, but Aura works differently, there's no Grimm, and there are no Faunus here. Only humans."

Skink looks excited at the mention of no Grimm, but immediately gets dejected at the no Faunus thing. Weasel narrows her eyes and bites her finger. Steer snorts angrily.

"We're getting ahead of ourselves," Weasel says. "Before we discuss anything, I suppose we owe you an introduction. She extends a hand and says, "I'm Maron. They brought me in because I studied engineering and robotics, but I only knew a fraction of what they were talking about. I pretty much ended up as IT."

"Colton," the skink-man said. "We mentioned it on the message, but they wanted to study how my teleportation Semblance works. Sounds like they cracked it… sort of."

"Hawthorne," the steer-man said. "I moved things." He made it clear he wasn't going to elaborate any further.

"With introductions out of the way," Blake started. "We can get to business. Yes, this is a different world. Things work differently here."

"You said as much," Maron states. She moves over to a well-worn kitchen table. "This is all of the important information and documents we collected." She motions to a pile of neatly arranged paper and a briefcase. Pointing to a futuristic crate, she adds, "This is the experimental manufactured Dust. I believe it is the main 'battery' if you will, but I don't know specifically how it works, nor are there any meaningful notes on it. Handle it with care, as it can be quite volatile, even in its refined state."

"Are you still going to keep the Dust ammo?" Yang asks. You hear her clench her robotic hand.

"Hands," Hawthorne growls, looking at Yang. "Visible," he commands. With his enhanced senses, it appears he ALSO heard Yang's hand, which could easily be mistaken for a gun. Which it was, but it was also a hand.

"Easy," Yang says, taking her hands out of her sweatshirt pocket. She holds them both up and pulls down her sleeve. The Faunus all inspect her arm. "I got this one after *He* cut the other one off." She meets Hawthorne's eyes with her own angry scowl. "Can't help the noise."

"I'll make this clear," Hawthorne said. "I don't like Adam Taurus. He was a brat obsessed with a girl." He looked at Blake, who faded. Yang's eyes turned red. "But that doesn't mean I like you. Or trust you."

"We noticed," Yang growled. "But you don't need that ammo for anything. Our guns aren't usable here."

"They're heavy recoil and use Dust ammo, which we need if we have any hope of getting out of her," Blake said. "Also, Aura is weakened, and the population here doesn't have it. One of those bullets would eviscerate them, which is attention we don't want."

Hawthorne glared at Blake. Maron put a hand on his arm and stayed him, despite him not having moved a single muscle since he crossed his arms. "She's right. We can barely use our weapons to begin with, and we can't get discovered. If Faunus don't exist here, that makes us targets for experimentation, which is the one thing worse than discrimination."

Hawthorne continued to stare. To break the tension, Colton stepped forward and said, "You said you wanted to see my Semblance, right?"

"Yes," you say, thankful you can contribute. "And to give you these." You place the box you were carrying on the table and open in. Inside were several boxes of macaroni, ramen, and other easily stored things that the Faunus could eat without much in the way of preparation, plus some board games, cards, and an old laptop. They were barely able to leave their hideout, so the less they had to shop (or more than likely, steal), the better. "There's also medical masks and bandanas in there, which you can use if you need to go get supplies."

Colton's blue tongue slipped out of his mouth. Maron's nose wiggled, shaking her whiskers.

"Hawthorne, you can't be seen," Yang says, looking up at the man's giant horns. "It sucks, but you can't be seen."

"I'll live."

"Colton," Blake says softly, trying to ease the tension that rose every time Hawthorne opened his mouth, "Let's see what you can do."

Yang walks up to Blake and says, "Yeah! Come on, impress us!" She pulled out her scroll and set it to record. "We might need to watch it again to get the machine working, so best to record."

Colton looks away from Yang, nervously fidgeting. "Y-yeah. It's not the best, but you can figure out why they brought me on." He walked over to the bag of supplies you placed on the table and brought out a can of soup. Placing it on the edge of the table, he walked over the other side of the room. Focusing his attention on the can, he lifted his hand up and waited.

Everyone looked at the can on the table. As Colton activated his power, it appeared to disassemble, the metal shifting off into individual pieces like little blocky segments. The segments rose into the air before shrinking into nothing, then reappearing and reforming in Colton's hand. He tossed the can in the air and caught it, confirming that it had fully switched locations.

Man, even after all that's happened, watching a Semblance like Colton's was mindbending. People existing from other worlds, catgirls in the living room, and a man with horns down the road… But to see a full display of straight up magic power in front of you was incredible. RWBY hadn't shown you theirs since they had no need, but none of them were quite as spectacular as full-blown teleportation.

"With my Aura messed up, I can't go much bigger than this can," Colton says, bringing you back to your strange reality. "Maybe if I focus really hard or something, but yeah, that's why they brought me on."

"Yo, that was rad," Yang exclaims. "I've seen teleportation Semblances before, but not one that worked like that."

"I theorized that the people who worked on the machine somehow copied how it functions," Maron explains. "They didn't make the major strides until they examined him. Though, considering the end result, I also theorized that his Semblance works not by teleporting things, but by traveling through dimensions." She starts scratching her face rather aggressively. Immediately sounding a bit unhinged, she babbles, "Of course, SAYING that sounds insane and a VIOLATION of the UNIVERSAL laws I studied, but we're TRAPPED in an alternate reality, so I can't exactly TRUST the fundamentals." Her words devolve into nonsense as she pulling at her weasel whiskers.

"If that's the case, Colton, it's probably a good idea to use your Semblance as much as possible," Yang says. "Try and work out exactly how it does what it does. If it is something like dimensional bull crap, then that might be our ticket out of here."

"We'll pretend that that's logical," Maron rationalizes. "Of course, it's all insane to begin with, but–"

"I'll do that," Colton interrupts.

"Good. If that's all, then we can take what we need and start working on the machine."

You all nod at each other. Glad to have had peaceful negotiations, you leave the Faunus to their isolation and head out. They'll have to figure things out for themselves, but you already have plenty to worry about without thinking about animal people. For now, you need to find a camera.