Nyarlathotep: And so begins day one of lessons at Beacon Academy, with the presence of Malandish and Anarariellea.

Azeroth: Let it begin.

By the way, go read the Starcraft/RWBY crossover by MrOreoMan. Specifically, the part with Port and his past. That will explain basically what Malandish and Anarariellea are thinking.

Malandish and Anarariellea woke promptly at seven A.M.

For their first day at Beacon, Malandish decided to wear the clothes provided by the school, while Anarariellea stayed in her armor.

Malandish, for the sake of decency, chose to wear her blindfold.

As Malandish messed with her Scroll, attempting to find a map of Beacon, Anarariellea examined the rules.

"Strange." Remarked the Death Knight. "The rules seem oddly loose for a school."

"How so?" Asked Malandish, finding the map feature, and comparing her schedule to it.

"While there are rules preventing bullying, oddly enough, I can find no rule prohibiting the act of procreation."

Malandish began laughing. "This is a school for warriors. Unless they've got some type of medicine that keeps that from happening, I fail to see how they can allow that."

As Malandish burst into hysterics, Anarariellea tapped out of the rule book, and searched up ways to prevent oneself from having children.

She handed the Scroll to her sister.

Malandish began reading.

Malandish's smile vanished. "Birth Control Pills?"

Anarariellea shrugged.

The two looked at each other.

"If we ever find our way home..." Began Malandish.

"We never speak of this." Finished Anarariellea.

At 8:30, the two began to make their way to the lesson.

"Grimm Studies, with Professor Port." Read Malandish. "They study their weakness? Good, at least they teach one good thing."

"What about History, with... Oobleck?" asked Anarariellea.

"Oobleck? Sounds like a monstrous weather phenomenon." Chuckled Malandish.

"And, of course, Battle Practice with Professor Goodwitch." Finished Anarariellea.

"Roundabout, but it might be interesting. Especially the last." Remarked the Slayer.

It may be prudent to note, but they had their Aura's unlocked by Ozpin yesterday after the fights.

Later that day, somewhere in Vale. Yes, I'm being that vague. Deal with it.

Essence began to whirl.

The Essence of magic.

Pure magic.

It, quietly, formed a sphere of blue.

The magic twisted, whirled, and writhed, as it became a shape that any Azerothian worth their gold would instantly recognize.

The symbol of the Innkeepers.

The Hearthstone.

The symbol blazed, then burst in a blaze of magic.

At the center of where the symbol once rested, now a girl knelt there, in a pose worthy of a superhero.

The girl stood. She looked like Ruby, but blue.

She wore a much thicker cloak than Ruby, plush, and meant to keep out the cold.

She wielded a elegant red staff. Magic blazed from it. But not just any magic.

Frostfire. The most unusual of all magics. Two magics, opposing, yet conjoined.

The girl's eyes blazed blue. The blue of magic.

"Six months, and nothing. Then this happens." She murmurs to herself in Ruby's voice.

The girl breathed in the air of Remnant through her nose.

Her face wrinkled as it smelled two smells, far too familiar to the girl for her to ever mistake.

"Fel. And Necromancy." Said the girl.

The girl focused her innate abilities.

In an instant, the girl transformed.

The blue dragon whelpling flew toward the source of the magic.

A massive tower that seemed to reach the sky.

The dragon had no idea what she'd find there.

But she would help the poor inhabitants of this world.

Even if she'd need to sacrifice herself.

Malandish and Anarariellea sat in the far back of the class, choosing to observe.

Professor Port... The less said about him, the better.

He spoke for a long time, telling the class what he had done in his earlier years, before coming to work as a teacher.

The stories were filled with florid self-praise, but Malandish and Anarariellea both could read in between the lines, and understood that he was just trying to avoid the gory parts, for the student's sake.

Professor Goodwitch's class was rather interesting, Malandish and Anarariellea getting their first true experience watching Aura in action.

The final match was Jaune Arc against one Cardin Winchester.

Oddly, Jaune was completely unskilled, and was easily defeated by the mace-user.

As Malandish chewed her massive seven-decker bologna, ketchup, and mustard sandwich, ("They don't have this stuff where we come from!" she had told the cafeteria workers), Teams RWBY and JNPR talked.

Mostly, though, it was Nora Valkyrie, (was it just Malandish, or did her last name sound like too much like Val'kyr to be a coincidence?), telling a story about beating up a bunch of monsters.

Lie Ren, the Pandaren-Wannabe, was, meanwhile, correcting it.

She heard a noise from behind. She turned to find the one who'd defeated Jaune, Cardin, tormenting Velvet of Team CFVY.

Malandish stood, and approached Cardin from behind, ignoring all else.

She tapped his shoulder. He whirled, releasing Velvet.

"Might I ask you what you're doing." She said, calmly, despite her anger.

Anarariellea face palmed. This would not be good.

"What does it matter, Faunus bi..." Cardin began, before getting interrupted by a punch to the chest.

Cardin stumbled back in pain. Malandish's punch had dented his armor. His Aura... had been completely depleted.

Cardin felt a hand around his neck.

Malandish lifted Cardin as high as she could with one arm.

His teammates charged Malandish.

She idly waved her free hand, and emerald fire burst up around her, throwing Russel, Dove, and Sky back.

She brought Cardin to her face.

Her empty sockets glowed beneath the blindfold.

"Do something like this again, and I'll burn you four alive, understand?" She said, her voice dropping an octave, and sounding like something from hell.

Cardin nodded, peed his pants, and blacked out.

A/N: Nyarlathotep: Meh. I don't like Cardin much. Suffice it to say, Forever Fall won't involve any Rapier Wasps.