"Wake up…"
"Wake up, Jun…"
"MASTER, WAKE THE HELL UP!" The voice of a red-coated man yelled in the falling man's ear, dropping lithely to the ground, his Master held bridal style in his arms, before being dumped in the soft grass. Said Master, a man by the name of Junko Raphtalis, glanced around at the small clearing as the other man summoned a pair of blades, black and white, readying himself for a fight.
"Attendance check, who's here?" Junko called out, a rising tone of voices replying to the query a few moments later, "Berserkers are here!" A gravelly voice called, a head of blonde hair and a dark helmet popping up from a few feet away. "Saber, present." A man grimaced, brushing his hair out of his face and replacing what looked to be glasses. A woman's voice growled from behind Junko's back, "Me and this damned mutt are here. I should scorch the fur from your- ACK! YOU STUPID DOG!"
"There's the Avengers, as explosive as ever." Junko inwardly smirked, a black set of leather armor slowly appearing round his body, bolstered by a set of grey-black plate armor, a tattered cloak flowing behind it, hood pulled over the dark helmet. He cracked his neck, drawing an ornate straight sword and checking it over for any scratches or nicks. Sighing in relief when he detected none, he resheathed the blade and affixed it to his hip before standing and asking, "Any clue where we are, Archer?"
"Wish I had an idea, but I've got nothing, no landmarks, defining features, not even recognizable religious or Magi related symbols." Junko muttered a curse, replying, "Well, it means we aren't in Kansas anymore, or Jerusalem. Proceed with caution, all of you."
The man's left eye stung with pain and he blinks it away, yelping and drawing his sword, slashing a black wolf from the air lunging from the tree line, howling as it's cut down, flames coating Sekai No Kagami, "Mirror of the World" the sword shimmering red
"I will light the path…" The man's voice echoes as he dashes forward, sword aglow as the cadre of warriors follow behind, cutting down any monster to get too close. Soon, the group reach the edge of the woods, coming out upon a city in the dark, lit up with amber lights glowing in the midnight blue of the sky. Junko blinks again, shutting off the forced vision with a grunt of pain.
"Curse the Eyes, still going haywire," He shook off the excess pain, beginning his trek down into the town. Covered in a thin layer of soot, Junko left embers in his wake, coming upon an old man, glancing warily at him.
"You a Hunter, sir?" The man asked, sweeping his porch while awaiting a response, his retort of "A Hunter? Nope, not even a clue as to what that is." seemingly surprised the man, as he began to explain.
"Hunters and Huntresses are Remnant's protectors, they fight Grimm, keep the peace, and act as mercenaries most of the time. If I may ask, if you aren't a Hunter, then what are you?"
"Just a drifter," Junko replied, "A traveling swordsman you could say, a group isn't far behind me. We decided to meet here. Wherever here is."
"You're real new aren't cha, This is Vale, one of the four Kingdoms, which rule respective continents of Remnant. You've got three others, Vacuo, Haven and Atlas, to the west, east, and north, respectively. That's about all I can tell you, it's getting late and I want to go to bed."
The man waved him off, wishing him well on whatever his journey was. Junko nodded in thanks, turning back to the street as further howls filled the air, unfamiliar, bestial howls. The Crypter turned as an arrow tore through one of those shadow dogs, in time for Saber and the Berserkers to rush in, cutting and smashing the rest into smoke, floating away in the night air. The rest of his gang surrounded him, escorting him through the darkened streets. He looked around the city, keeping a hand near the pommel of his blade, ready to draw if the moment arose, he locked eyes with a orange-haired man, who sneered, tilting his bowler hat up, swinging his cane around his wrist, pointing it at the Crypter, who grinned widely in return.
"Master, I strongly advise not provoking a fight." The Archer summoned a pair of shortswords, stepping up by Junko's shoulder; The tanned man glared and the ginger glared back, raising a hand as his entourage moved forward, drawing weapons threateningly.
"There's picking a fight out of the window." The blonde Berserker let a feral grin slip over his face, gripping his swords Hrunting and Naegling as he also stepped forward. "So why don't we show why screwing with us is a bad idea."
"Gladly." The snow-haired Avenger picked up her flag, spinning it point forward, wielding it like a spear, a fierce smirk crossing her face. The 6 men moved forward, rushing in swinging. To call those proceedings a "fight" would be an overstatement, a few hits from the Berserker and Avenger took down most of the men and a few arrows from the Archer took down the last leaving the men groaning on the ground, gasping for breath. Junko just continued walking past the red-haired man, who began to escape, trailed a flurry of rose petals. Curious, the swordsman followed as the man leaned out of what Junko assumed to be a helicopter; a girl in a black and red dress firing what looked to be a sniper rifle at the man, but the rounds hardly made a dent in the metal. Junko raised a hand, calling Archer to his side. The tanned man summoned a gunmetal black bow, pulling the string back as a sword nocked itself into the bowstring, a jet of energy propelling the arrow into the engine of the machine, sending it spiraling into the ground in a mass of flames, neither the pilot, nor the bowler-hatted man seen in the wreckage.
Junko turned to walk away, coming face to face with an irate woman pushing her glasses up, pinning him in place by some form of restraining Magecraft.
"You'll have to come with me." The woman spoke evenly, her tone neither aggressive or friendly. She just remained stoic. Junko let out a whistle, and the large blue hound appeared behind the woman, growling threateningly.
"I'll walk on my own, or Lobo will shred you like smoked brisket." He replied, stretching his arms. At the woman's unfazed expression, he continued, "You attack me, all of them will kill you without hesitation. That's also discounting the sword at your throat, flag poised to stab you through the chest, and the arrow ready to lodge itself into your face, on top of Lancelot." The woman raised her arm, only for said arm to be grabbed as the group came into view, seemingly from nowhere.
One moment, the woman had this strange man trapped in her Semblance, and the next, 6 people stood around her, one, a man in dark armor, gripped her arm with such force only her Aura prevented it from being completely crushed. She attempted to get out of his grip, but found herself unable to so much as move her fingers.
"And there's Lancelot." The man said, rather cheerily, before continuing, "Put her down, Lancelot, let's see what she has to say." The Master glances back to see the same girl clad in red and black hesitating to use her rifle.
"If you want to shoot me, take the shot, instead of waiting. Hesitating gets you killed in a fight. Trust me." The man's helmet turns down to look at her, sheathing his sword, wisps of black fire snuffed in its sheath before he turns back, "Lead on, witch lady."
Glynda Goodwitch quelled her annoyance at the name "Witch Lady" but led both the girl and the mysterious man away, Ozpin would want to see them.
Jacob Landark woke with a splitting headache, his vision swam and his eyes felt like they were throbbing in their sockets, a black-haired knight and red robed old man looked at him, rather concerned, but obviously hiding a snicker at his unfortunate fall.
"Where are we??… and what happened to me?" The man asked, to which the black haired knight retorted, "We appear to be in some sort of forest, nearby a small city, we've all arrived safely, Li and Charlemagne you can see, with Constantine and King Hassan exploring for any threats, both should be back relatively soon. Scathach is around as well, but I'm not quite sure where she is."
"Thank you, Charlemagne, good to know." Jacob takes the offered man's hand and the trio begin walking, soon coming across the Rider and Grand Assassin, who seemed relieved at their Master's presence.
"Gentlemen, shall we go?" Jacob asks, and all four nod, walking down a quiet street in what seemed to be the city's industrial district, his hand inches toward his neck, where a necklace lay warm against his collarbone, a forging hammer engraved with letters from the Greek alphabet, but he pulled it down, noting the presence of an old man, his grey hair slightly disheveled and green scarf askew, his eyes roaming around, seemingly in a panic. The Crypter tapped the man's shoulder, asking,
"Are you alright sir, worried about something?"
The man straightens up and turns, smiling calmly as he fixes his scarf, "Thankfully there's nothing to worry about, my assistant at the office has it all handled."
"Might I ask what it is that was troubling you?" Jacob replies, brushing his hair out of his face with a pair of aviator-like goggles. The man continued to smile,
"Just an odd man and a promising young girl, both with potential to be heroes." Ozpin says, pushing his spectacles up and checking his watch. "It seems I have a meeting, would you like to accompany me?"
Jacob shrugged, "As long as I'm welcome, I'll come along." He followed the man down to a police station and entered the interrogation room behind him, expression immediately blanching and trying to stifle a snicker.
"My god, you let them cuff you, Junko?"
"Let 'em think they could, and…" Junko's hands raise from the seemingly half-melted handcuffs, wisps of black fire dancing between his fingers. "Child's play, these guys really need Mage proof handcuffs, seriously."
"I imagine you two know one another?" The old man asked, looking curiously at both men, who replied in kind,
"Yeah, we know each other."
"Then perhaps you can dispute this raving lunatic's talks of "Servants" and "Magecraft" and "Mystic Eyes." The blonde woman seated beside Ozpin mocked, before Jacob retorted, completely deadpan.
"Not lunacy, we're Mages, from places called Lostbelts. Our Magecraft allows us to do things already achievable by humans, start a fire with a flint and steel? With magecraft, just snap your fingers." Jacob explained, Junko snapping his fingers for emphasis, lighting a small blaze on the table, before Jacob continued, "As for Mystic Eyes, they're a form of higher Magecraft, allowing for things unachievable by normal means, like binding someone on the spot, coercing them with a glance, seeing into the future, et cetera. Servants, on the other hand, are heroes and legends personified. They are, quite frankly, characters brought into physical form, People like Richard the Lionheart, The Knights of the Round Table, Beowulf, Joan of Arc, Solomon and Noah, they're all Servants. These Servants form contracts with a Master to fight, typically in a war for the Holy Grail. And seeing as you now know all that, we have to kill you," Jacob finished, a spear materializing in his hands. "Magecraft is kept under tight wraps you see, if word got out that Mages exist, with powerful beings under their command, world leaders would scramble for it."
Ozpin stood up then, "We're up to the task of such a thing, we'll simply disguise your Magecraft as a complex Semblance, and your Servants as familiars, a bit of magic granted to you by the Brother Gods, as it were. However, to minimize such a risk as you exposing yourselves, and unintentionally harming innocent people, we're going to send you to my school, known as Beacon Academy. You'll integrate with the upcoming students, be trained in the ways of this world's Hunters and Huntresses, however, should I need it, I'll call for your… expertise, shall we say."
Jacob looked to Junko and Junko stared back, his helmet unflinching.
"Deal." Said both, and Ozpin stood up, smiling as if nothing had happened, "Splendid! Now, would either of you care for a cookie?"
A/N
So, this is my first story in a long while. And a Fate/Grand Order RWBY crossover fic too. For those of you possibly wondering, "What the hell are Lostbelts and Crypters?" I'll explain here for future reference. Lostbelts, in essence, are points in time in which humanity (within Fate/Grand Order) cannot proceed as normal, so as a consequence, The World, (a mix of two entities known as Gaia, that represents the Earth and its will to live, and Alaya, Humanity's will to live) essentially destroys the Lostbelts until one is left, replacing the current timeline, or, in FGO, the Proper Human History timeline. Crypters are mainly responsible for maintaining their Lostbelts, populating them, building them up in such a way to overtake the main timeline, but only one is able to exist, and thus the others are destroyed and the Crypters along with them.
Hope that helps!