Note: Both teams RWBY and JNPR will only get half of their respective monsters in this fic. The other half shall arrive in the next fic: which follows Volume 2's storyline.
Chapter 5: Meetings and new friendships.
Summary: The evening following the appearance of a Tigrex on Remnant, Ozpin decides to approach these beasts from another world. His offer to them may change the way they view humans in general.
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"OI! You have a new roommate, Pussy cat!"
Shade lazily opened an eye at the mention of his nickname. While insulting, it would suffice until he could properly introduce himself.
But still, at least he would have someone to chat with. The cell door opened and in came a monster that caused the Nargacuga's blood to run cold. A lean build, albeit more robust than his own, gold scales stripped with cyan, and a head armed with iron strength jaws were all the indication he needed.
It was a Tigrex.
Quickly rising to his feet, Shade readied himself incase he needed to juke the wyvern. Having fought a few Tigrex in the past, Shade had won and lost enough times to know their patterns. The cell door slammed shut, and jade-green eyes met hellfire.
A heavy silence, so heavy you could suffocate, fell onto the two wyverns. Shade unconsciously tapped his claw on the floor, glancing at the monster opposite to him. The Tigrex's stance wasn't aggressive, if he could even put it that way, but his gaze was one of a street thug, and an intelligent one.
"Erm..." Shade's voice, smooth but edgy, broke the silence (A/N: to humans, this would come out in warbles and chittering). "I was expecting company, but not this."
More silence. Shade gave a frustrated sigh and massaged his temples.
"Could you at least say SOMETHING?" He growled slightly, his eyes briefly flashing crimson. "The silent treatment is often a sign of-"
"-Disrespect?" His guest finished his sentence. He had a Brooklyn accent, one the Nargacuga had heard in the Tigrex he fought over the years. "Honestly, I'm not sure if talking to your kind is the best idea."
Shade, though a bit offended by the remark, only turned and raised his paws in defense. "I don't care either way. Though let me put something straight."
He spun around pointed a claw at the Tigrex, an aura of darkness that made the Tigrex jolt slightly. Shade smirked internally at this.
"This isn't your realm, nor is it mine. I've only been here a few days, but I heard enough to know one thing: this planet belongs to them." He points with his tail to the scientists observing them. "This isn't a world where we rule, so it would be nice of you to cooperate with these humans and I if you don't want to get yourself killed."
The Tigrex only stared at him. "And your point is?" he said bluntly.
Shade facepalmed, and sighed in annoyance. "This ass is either really dense, or his balls are way too big."
"Forget it." Shade waved a paw dismissively and turned, walking away. "You're probably too dumb to understand anyway. Being a brute like yourself n' all."
"First of all!" the striped predator jumped over him, and landed right in front of him. "I'm no Brute, you twat! And secondly, I have name and it's Boomer!" he roared in an attempt to intimidate the Nargacuga, even though the monster wasn't fazed and just checked his claws in boredom.
"Fine. I'll live by your conditions." Shade replied in a manner that only irritated the Tigrex even more. "And don't call me twat. Shade is what I answer to."
Boomer took a breath to calm his nerves. This Shade guy seems to take pleasure in causing trouble, pushing people buttons until they exploded for his own amusement. If he was gonna be living with this asshole, he is gonna have to put up with his shit, no matter how much he wants to tear out his throat.
"Look, forget I said that. Let's start over." Boomer sat on his hunches. "Since we already know our names, how about you share your story."
"My story?" Shade was caught off guard by the request. "Well, I can't say much about THAT, though I can give a summary." He sat down, sighing. "I'm originally from the Old World, worked as a mercenary for a most of my adult life. When the Frenzy Virus became a problem, I fled to the New World, where up until a few days ago, I earned my keep by attacking settlements that got too close."
"How did you end up in this dump, then?" Boomer asked. "I know for a fact that you Nargacuga aren't easy to capture."
"Ah! Yes, I was about to get to that." Shade said. "I was attacked by a party of hunters, probably because I had been stalking livestock near one of the borders. We fought, and I would of won if this weird-ass hole hadn't appeared and sucked me into this realm."
"Mmhmm." Boomer nodded. "Were those hunters why you have those marks?" he added, pointing to the bullet wounds and large gash. For whatever reason, they had healed rather quickly, becoming nothing but pink marks. The Nargacuga estimated his fur to grow back in a matter of days, or even hours.
"The shoulder wound, yes. The bullet holes, no." Shade leaned back on an elbow. "I got these from a pipsqueak, about a inch shorter than me, and clad in a red hood."
"Wait!" The Tigrex held a finger up. "Did said pipsqueak happen to have silver eyes?"
"Um, yeah? Why'd you ask?" Shade raised an eye-ridge.
"That li'l shit beat me in Rock-Paper-Fuckin'-Scissors!" Boomer shouted, slamming his paw on the ground as he said the last four words. "I would've decked her sorry ass if her friend hadn't stepped in and nailed me in the jewels!" He shook a bit from both the memory and the subtle pain between his legs.
Shade winced in sympathy. Any creature that could think would know that was the worst place to get hit.
"And while I was on the floor, nursing my pride, that 'headmaster' of theirs," He did air-quotes. "Loaded me onto one of their craft and brought me to wherever here is. And I'm gonna say you don't know where the hell we are, right?"
"Took the words right out of my damn mouth." Shade thought. His silence only confirmed Boomer's suspicions.
Boomer sighed. "Since we're stuck here, got any stories to tell?"
Shade looked a little insecure, but straightened his posture and put a claw to his chin.
"Well..."
Meanwhile, in the observation room...
The two scientists stared at the scene in a mix confusion and curiosity. They expected the two creatures to start ripping each other to shreds the second the yellow one got tossed in. But, other than some snarling here and there, all they really did was...
...Talk. Sure, one sounded like a panther while the other sounded like a lion (If lions apparently had the ability cause environmental damage with a single roar.), but they sounded like they can understand the other clearly.
"I don't get it." One said, bringing his companion's attention to him. "Ozpin said these things are special. They're peculiar, yes, but they don't seem to harbor anything out of the ordinary."
"Um...did you even read the reports?!" His partner yelled. "The black one went up against Roman Torchwick, while injured, and sent him packing. The yellow one managed to scare most of the Grimm in Emerald Forest by roaring alone."
"I'm still skeptical." He leaned on the control panel. "What is it about them that has his attention?"
"That is something we're here for."
The two researchers jumped and spun around. Standing behind them was Ozpin and Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck. Oobleck is in charge of teaching the students of Beacon the history of Remnant, though learning from him is a little difficult since he moves and talks so damn fast. For real, did he add crack to his coffee?!
" Mr. Ozpin! Didn't expect y-you or Dr. Oobleck to be here today!" The first scientist stammered.
Ozpin only sipped his coffee. "I only came here for one thing." He walked up to the panel. Oobleck pulled a chair and sat down before pressing a button.
"So what is it that you brought me down here for? I have paperwork to get done." Oobleck asked. He hadn't had his evening coffee yet, so he wasn't as cooperative as he usually was. Well, as cooperative as a caffeine addicted huntsman was, anyway.
"Just adjust the frequencies of the audio feed. Trust me, you'll be suprised." Ozpin said nonchalantly. While the tone bothered Oobleck a bit, he only shook his head and began to turn the knobs.
"This better be worth my time..." Oobleck muttered, listening to the audio warp and buzz with the changing frequencies.
Back with the Wyverns...
"You did WHAT?!" Boomer yelled, flabbergasted. The stories that the two had been passing between each other for the last 15 minutes had started out innocently enough, though soon enough it started going down the...dirty route.
"Look, I was cornered by girl, a MONSTERPHILE of all people, who apparently had super strength when she was aroused. You know it had to be done." Shade defended himself, the red markings that surrounded his eyes burning an even brighter shade of red.
"I mean, we've all lost our virginity in some way, but it's completely bullshit how you lost it!" The Tigrex crossed his arms with a huff, shaking his head in disappointment.
"It's not a big deal! For a guildmarm, she really did surprise me." Shade admitted. "Even for a human, she gave good head."
Boomer only sighed. "I have low standards, but that's freaky, even for me."
"I'm sure it was." a voice said.
Both wyverns jumped at the sound. Shade's tail extended it's spikes on reflex while Boomer crouched low, growling lowly.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to harm you." the voice said reassuringly. Both monsters snapped their heads to the observation window. There, sipping a cup of coffee, was a man wearing small glasses, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. Shade relaxed his stance, seeing the man as not a threat. Boomer, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes and huffed steam from his nostrils.
"YOU!" Boomer stormed up to the window. "You're the reason why we're locked up here!" the man wasn't phased, though his friend, a man with green hair and large glasses, stared at him in mild intimidation.
"So what if I am. You were a threat to my students, so I had to action." the man spoke, not phased by the monster.
"Wait." Shade pushed aside the Tigrex. "You're speaking like you can understand us. How?"
"Because I can, my feline friend." the man said. "I'm Professor Ozpin, and the man beside me is Dr. Oobleck."
"Greetings, beings from another realm." The bi-speckled man greeted firmly.
"We want to ask some questions about you, and I'm sure you have some questions yourself."
"You think?" Boomer and Shade said in unison.
"I'll go first. Who and what are you?" Ozpin asked.
"I'm Shade, and he's Boomer." the Nargacuga pointed to Boomer. "We're wyverns. I'm a Nargacuga, and he is a Tigrex."
"Our turn. Where are we and how can you understand us?" Boomer asked.
"You, my friend, are in Beacon Academy, one of the finest Huntsman Academies on Remnant." Ozpin said with pride.
"Remnant?" Both wyverns raised an eye ridge.
"The world we live in. Are you not from this world?" Ozpin leaned in.
"Well, technically, Boomer and I are from a realm called Earth." Shade explained. "It is very similar to your realm, except it doesn't contain little girls that move faster than a cheetah."
"Or weird undead creatures that seem to wear masks." Boomer added in.
"Ah yes, I see you met my new student, Ruby Rose." Ozpin said. "She is the purest soul I have ever laid eyes on."
"Purest soul!? The bitch fucking whaled on me every time I lost in Rock-Paper-Scissors!" Boomer rattled the building with his shouting, but Ozpin wasn't phased a bit.
"Enough." Shade sighed. "I enjoy the hospitality you'v given us, but I need room to actually move. Are there any other options for living quarters?"
Ozpin smirked.
"I think I know just the arrangement."
Beacon Dorms, the following morning...
"GOOOOD MORNING, TEAM RWBY!"
Weiss sighed in annoyance. She knew that her "leader" would be a handful, but this was ridiculous! This isn't the Atlas Barracks, you dolt!
"What in the world is wrong with you!" From her position on the floor, Weiss looked up at Ruby, rage quietly bubbling behind her cold gaze. Ruby didn't seem to register it.
"Now that you're awake, we can officially begin our first order of business." Ruby chirped.
"Excuse me!?" Weiss stood up and crossed her arms. She liked the spirit, she had to admit, but to be awoken so rudely would not do.
"Decorating!" Yang's voice cut in. Weiss looked and saw Yang and Blake, Yang carrying a pile of personal belongings. Oh joy...
"We still have to unpack, don't we?" Blake lifted her suitcase. Oh yeah, unpacking! She was so tired from yesterday (and a little sick. Her stomach still feels a little queasy after getting a whiff of that...thing's breath), that she forgot about unpacking.
Suddenly, Blake's suitcase fell open, spilling the contents onto the floor.
"...add cleaning to the to-do list." Yang said.
"That aside! Let us start our first mission: Making ourselves a home! Banzai!" Ruby pumped her fist in the air.
"Banzai!" Yang and Blake chimed in. Weiss only sighed. This was going to be a long day.
After about half an hour of decorating, Team RWBY stood back and admired their handiwork...
...Only to frown upon realizing that their dorm looked like crap. They managed to nail their personal belongings perfectly, but to say they screwed up the sleeping arrangement was an understatement. Who in their right mind just tosses beds up in a pile like that!?
"This...isn't going to work." Weiss said blankly.
"It is a bit cramped." Blake said. She wasn't wrong, the room was a bit small for four people.
"Maybe we should ditch some of our stuff?" Yang suggested.
"Like my painting of Forever Fall? Hell no!" Weiss thought.
"Why don't we ditch the beds and replace them with bunk beds!" Ruby said a little too enthusiastically.
"Um...that sounds incredibly dangerous." Weiss said. Growing up in rooms seperate from her siblings, the heiress never thought of bunkbeds necessary.
"And super awesome!" Yang added in.
"Yang and Ruby do have a point." Blake looked at her teammates.
"Why don't we leave to a vote?" Weiss suggested.
"I don't think that's necessary." Ruby said, rushing to reorganize the beds. Yang and Blake were not far behind, joining the crimsonette in rearranging the furniture. Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose and murmured under her breath, but went assist in rearranging the furniture.
After a minute, the "bunks" were in place. Weiss and Ruby's bunk had Ruby's bed suspended on a system of ropes, covered by a white sheet to presumably give the crimsonette some privacy. Yang and Blake's bunk had Yang's bed situated with the legs carefully placed on top of some books, which served as bases for the bed.
Despite being hazardous, it worked.
"Now that is done, let us get to our sec-!" Ruby was cut off by knock at the door.
"Huh, who can that be?" She walked to the door and opened it. It was Professor Ozpin.
"Oh! Good Morning Mr. Ozpin" Ruby greeted politely.
"Good Morning, Ms. Rose." Ozpin greeted back. "I just came here to drop off something for you girls."
"What would that be, professor?" Weiss walked up behind Ruby.
"First of all," Ozpin reached into his pocket and pulled out four earpieces. "You have a new guest joining you for your stay. He speaks a different language than we do, so it is necessary that we wear these to understand him."
"Okaaay?" Ruby was a little lost, but she handed them to her teammates and put them on. They were surprisingly comfortable. "Where is our guest, exactly?"
"Oh, he is right he-" Ozpin gestured to the space beside him, but he looked around once he realized his "guest" wasn't there. "Where did he go?"
"Is this a joke, because I'm not laughing." Weiss snarked putting her hands on her hips.
"If its a joke then why am I here?" Said a smooth voice behind the heiress and Ruby.
On instinct, Weiss spun around and roundhouse kicked the source of the voice, who yelped as he got knocked into a Blake's bookshelf. All four girls got into fitting stances, but their faces melted into confusion when they got a good look at it. Ruby, however, turned pale upon recognizing the thing from a few nights before.
Draconic features and panther like qualities made up the newcomers body, which had fading scars from a tough battle. The creature let out groan and rubbed it's temple, which had a comical bump forming on it.
"That was a rude way to greet your guests! Learn some respect!" He hissed, his eyes seemed to glow like hellfire. The four girls just stood there, shocked. This thing looked like nothing else they had ever seen, and not only that, but it can also speak!
"Umm...Professor? What is this?" Blake asked, completely baffled.
"Just a little something I decided to hand down to you. I'm sure it'll explain the situation for you. Anyway, you should probably start on getting ready for the day. Good day, girls." With that said, Ozpin left, closing the door and leaving a baffled Team RWBY alone with...whatever that creature was.
One by one, they turned and looked at the monster, who sat on his haunches and checked the blade-like extensions on his arms. His eyes widened when he realized he had an audience. The creature straightened itself and rubbed it's paws, shifting and looking around.
"Um...hi?"
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Ho boy! It was a choir to get this done, but it was worth it.
As I write this, COVID-19 has forced my school to do online classes, which means I won't be able to work on this story as often as I like. However, the next story I update will probably be Fossil Fighters: Diggers Bounty.
Until next time, catch you later, and for those living in these uncertain times...stay safe.