All is quiet in the Void when in an instant, a rip echoes through the vast expanse as the Void began to twist and contort, a deep groaning replacing the stilled silence. A figure appears as the Void relinquishes control over its appearance. "Hahhh... that always feels weird." the figure, Quinn, comments to himself, as he looks around Quinn asked, "VSM, located the book designation: O1-M3-U1-P1. RWBY-verse". "Right away sir..." a VSM unit replied as an electromagnetic pulse ripples through, originating from the unit, going as far as 25 km, "12km north sir". "Jesus Christ... that is far... VSM, vehicle mode, Motorbike model."

"Right away sir." A unit flew to Quinn's side as it flashed a white light, as a bike appeared. Mounting the bike, Quinn sped away to the location of the book. Shelves upon shelves of books rushed past Quinn's peripherals, their titles being just a blur to him. Yet, he could just barely read some noted ones: Game of Thrones, Pride and Prejudice, Lord of the Rings. "Huh... never seen them before. Should probably check them out someday."

Coming to a stop, Quinn dismounted from his bike and walked towards a section of a shelve to his left. Taking a tome labelled, RWBY. "Ok... let's do this." Opening the book, a great light spewed forth, engulphing Quinn in its ethereal embrace. Closing his eyes, Quinn felt his body fade away, piece by piece, molecule by molecule, atom by atom. Until... silence... the Void twists back to quiet darkness, as Quinn is transported to the world of RWBY.

The tranquil ambience of the forests of Mistral greets Quinn on his first steps in the new world. The melodious birdsongs calling out to him, the powerful yet gentle crashing roar of a waterfall rumbling down below, clueing him to his location. The crisp morning air, calm and peaceful as the rays of the morning star dyed the woods in hues of impeccable warmth, wrapping the image in an ever-distant utopia of serenity. "That... is a really, really good impression. If there is a God for this universe, congratulations."

A sound. Whipping back, Quinn locked his eyes on a dark figure. It stood at on four paws, standing at 3ft to its shoulders, reminiscent of a wolf, but leaning more to a person inflicted with lycanthropy. A coat of consuming darkness, a mask of bone, ornately decorated, plates of hardened cartilage scattered its form, foot-long spikes running down its spine, claws so sharp, looking at it causes past scars to ache, and eyes of red, so deep and filled with such spite and malice, the air around them seem to distort.

"Well... that's terrifying. A beowolf, If I'm not wrong." Quinn quipped quietly, swiftly raising his arm up and facing his palm at the beowolf. At the command, 6 VSM units flew up to encircle his hand at the 12, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 positions as they began to orbit as each unit fired a small stream of electrons that gathered near the front of his palm. With a slight twitch of his fingers, a massive bolt of electricity blasted forth, striking the beowolf with 10 gigajoules, disintegrating it. "Uh... VSM... note to self, don't use too much power. Jesus... you could see the pain in its eyes."

Deciding to ignore the carnage, Quinn commanded one of the units to his hand, applying pressure to it. Doing this, a holographic interface screened out the top of the unit. "Ok, start the mapping sequence." Quinn keyed in, a map appearing on his screen, "Good, I should probably start looking for civilization." Quinn muttered, "Need to get to some sort of information centre. VSM, ping for the nearest sentient life-form." [Right away sir... nearest life-form at 200 miles south-east, would you like transportation or would you like to go on foot, sir?]

"200 miles... are you seriously asking me this question? Why would I ever want to walk 200 miles?!" Quinn asked, disbelief in his voice. [Of course sir... ] replied a VSM unit with a hint of sarcasm. "Heh..."

TIme passes by, and Quinn finally reached the Kingdom of Mistral. Integrated into a towering mountain, separated into levels, one could see the poor on the bottom levels and the rich at the top. The architectural design of Eastern origins, "Man... this world just has beautiful sight after beautiful sight."

Entering the middle levels, Quinn walked through the streets watching the people mingling about. Approaching one of the locals, an old man running a stand, Quinn inquired "Excuse me, do you know where I can find a library? Preferably a large one." The old man looked towards Quinn and pointed at the top of the mountain. Following the old man's finger, Quinn's eyes are directed to the top of the mountain, towards Haven Academy. "Not what I was thinking of, but it will work." Quinn thought to himself as he thanked the old man, "I don't want to mess too much with the upcoming events." [Sir] VSM messaged him directly, [I would recommend that you set up an identity in the case someone decides to look into you]."Good thinking. I could probably do it at the academy's headmaster's office. If not, I would need to set up contact with a good forgery."

"In the meantime, I should head to the Academy, gotta get that sweet knowledge... never again."

Haven Academy. One of the four Huntsman Academies. Beautifully designed to replicate the look of a sprawling ancient Chinese mansion. With a spacious quadrangle and a massive grand hall. Built to comfortably hold about 3000 students. Walking through the school, Quinn noticed that the school was suspiciously empty. "Empty..." Quinn thought, "I see, Beacon must have fallen. Qrow and the rest should be coming around soon."

Walking up to the headmaster's office, Quinn knocked on the door and waited. Some scrambling is heard on the other side, as moments later the door slowly opens. A tanned middle-aged man with a mane of grey hair and beard appears, the headmaster of Haven Academy, Leonardo Lionheart."Hello? May I help you?"

"Quinn, Baethan Quinn. I came here to request access to Haven's library." Quinn answered. "I see. Why don't you come in my office, Mr Quinn?" Stepping inside the headmaster's office, a semi-circular room with windows running along the walls. Lionheart sat on his desk, subtly observing Quinn.

"May I ask why would you want access to Haven's library? I would think that the many public libraries in the kingdom would hold the information you seek." Lionheart inquired, leaning forward on his mahogany desk.

"Well, I wanted to do research on Aura, Dust and the like, and I reckoned that I would find more... uncensored information in a huntsman academy, for a greater understanding of the matters I wish to look in to." Quinn replied, walking around the office. Taking note of a discrete irregularity on the far wall to the left. "Must be the secret passage." Quinn thought.

"Understandable. However, I would question why a civilian would need to research such things. I don't suppose you're a Huntsman, are you? You do have the build for it. And it would be suspicious for a random to come here to learn more thoroughly about such matters, I would think that you would go straight to Atlas for such things."

"I would. And I will. It's just that this was the nearest place I could go to."

"I see. Well, it seems that there is nothing wrong with allowing you access to the library. I would just need you to present everything you look for, to me. For security purposes, of course." Lionheart confirmed standing up and walking towards Quinn

"Understandable." Quinn thanked and walked towards the door. Hearing the faintest footfalls of someone running, Quinn jumped back just as the door bursts open, five figures standing on the other side, weapons drawn. Quinn noted Lionheart screaming along with three of the figures. The man, likely responsible for kicking the door open - note his extended foot, looked to Quinn and Lionheart with a confused expression on his face suddenly looked down, and losing his balance, collapsed on the floor.

Quinn noted another sound coming from Lionheart as he looked back just in time to see him briefly faint and regain consciousness. "Well... that's a thing. I'll be at the library headmaster." Quinn said, walking away quickly while leaving a VSM unit discretely, "Hello Qrow, and RNJR."

"So this is the library." Quinn observed, "big place... not as impressive as the Void, but that's unfair." Walking to a computer on the front desk, Quinn keyed in for books on Dust. Printing out the list, Quinn relayed to the VSM to gather all the materials on Dust and copy all the data to a separate drive. "Ok, now for an identity for this world."

Pulling up a drive, Quinn plugged it in the computer and began typing. "Ok.

Name: Baethan Quinn

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Height: 180cm

Bio: Born on a settlement on the outskirts of Mistral. Born into a family of scientists. Settlement fell to a Grimm horde. Only survivor."

"That looks alright," Quinn stated. [Sir, your an idiot. A biography cannot be that short.] "I'd like to see you do better."

[ Challenge accepted, sir.

Bio: Born on a settlement on the outskirts of Mistral. Born to Shirley and Fabian Quinn. Parents were both scientists and therefore inspired him to follow their footsteps. When Quinn was 18, his village was overwhelmed by a Grimm horde, leaving him to be the only survivor. In grief, Quinn took parents goal of understanding the inner workings of the Grimm, Dust and Aura. ]

"Ok... that's better I guess. But it is not encompassing."

[It's made like that so that others won't look too deeply into you, sir]

"Fair enough. Did you upload it already?"

[Yes sir.]

"Good. Now, bring up the recording of Qrow, Leo and RNJR."

[Right away, sir]

Quinn: "Hello Qrow, and RNJR"

Female voice #1: "Uh, Professor Lionheart?"

A gasp is heard along with the shuffling of movement.

Lionheart: "Qrow! For crying out loud, you nearly scared me to death!

Qrow: "Me? Why weren't you waiting for us at the entrance? And who was that guy?

Lionheart: Huh? Oh, right. Apologies. I guess time slipped me away from me.

Qrow: "You're joking. And you didn't answer the second question."

Lionheart: "That was Quinn, he was here to ask for access to the library."

Female voice #2: "Where is everybody?"

Lionheart: "Ah you must be the students Qrow mentioned."

Female voice #1: "Yes, sir. Ruby Rose."

Male voice #1: "Jaune Arc."

Female voice #2: "Nora Valkyrie."

Male voice #2: "Lie Ren."

"Ok skip." [Yes sir]

"Ok, Maiden, Raven, Cinder... what? Ok... and nothing of importance... wait."

Qrow: "And one final thing, where did that man go?"

Lionheart: "Hn? Oh! The library, he would be there."

Qrow: "Good... I gotta couple of questions for him."

Lionheart: "Why?"

Qrow: "I don't know. He seems kinda suspicious."

"Well then." The sound of doors opening, "Hide." Picking up a book, and turning to a random page, Quinn began reading. "Hey." The deep voice of Qrow called out to him, "You. Who are you." Turning around to face the man, Quinn answered, "Hey Qrow. Quinn, Baethan Quinn's the name. How can I help you." Coming closer to Quinn, Qrow questioned menacingly, "You can start by telling me what you want."

"What I want? I want to learn." Quinn returned, "Why do you think I'm at a library?" Squinting his eyes and drawing even closer to Quinn, Qrow demanded, "Yeah? And how did you know my name and the name RNJR, huh?"

"Really? You're pretty well known, you know? Qrow Branwen, member of team STRQ, the team known as the best of their generation. It would be a surprise if I didn't know your name, or at least your team's name."

"You didn't answer the second question..." growled Qrow.

"Jesus... what's with all the hostility?" Quinn muttered, "If you want to know, I watched the Vytal Festival broadcast, saw their names, and following the pattern of team naming, came to the conclusion of the team name RNJR... Granted, I could have also said JNRR as a team name, but RNJR seemed much more appropriate."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you guys look like you've been dragged through a forest. Forest leading to forest hunters, leads to rangers, leads to the name RNJR."

Squinting his eyes even further, "Jesus how much can this go?", Qrow pulled back from Quinn slowly, as he held a contemplative look on his face, "And why are you here?" Qrow asked, finally, with a more friendly, albeit still slightly apprehensive, tone.

"As I said, to learn." Quinn answered, "And before you ask, I came here due to the more informative materials provided in huntsman academies. And yes, I came here because Haven was the closest to my prior location. Now is the interrogation over? I would really like to get back to this book."

"Ok, you're off the hook for now. But if you do anything suspicious at all, I'm taking you down." Qrow warned as he walked away.

Watching this, Quinn shouted out, "Hey!" As Qrow turned to look at him, "There's a pretty good bar on the middle-class section! You look like a man that would like a drink. You should go sometime. I don't know, maybe meet someone special!"

With a deadpan look at Quinn, Qrow turned back and walked away. "Heh."

"So did you get what you wanted from that guy?" the chipper voice of Ruby, asked Qrow. "Yeah, I got it. Turned out he's just researching something."

"Seems kinda weird he knew the team's name" Jaune noted.

"Yeah, but he explained it" Qrow replied.

"Are you gonna tell us why?"

"Hmmm, no."

"Oooo! Maybe he's psychic?" Nora wondered.

"No."