A/N: Azeroth: So, Nyarlathotep isn't back yet. Don't know why. Probably because Raven just ruined his plan to kill Cinder. I mean, seriously, WHO DOES THAT?

Surprisingly, no call from Goodwitch or Ozpin came to the pair of Kaldorei to report to one of their offices.

After they had finished lunch, the two teams had headed their seperate ways.

Malandish had convinced Anarariellea to go with team JNPR to Vale, while Malandish stayed with team RWBY.

Anarariellea had initially disagreed, but her sister did have a point. They needed to learn about this world if they were planning to stay long term.

The five of them were walking down Main Street, determining whether Malandish even NEEDED to be punished.

"Well, it must have been a non-issue." Said Pyrrha. "One of the rules does actually state that, as long as there is a legitimate, and decent, reason, a student can attack another student."

"Like what my sister did?" Inquired the Death Knight.

Pyrrha nodded. "Cardin was completely racisct in his actions. And that is one of the things nice about Vale; You are who you are, and are to be accepted for that."

Anarariellea nodded. A thought occured to her. She looked around. "What happened to Ren and Nora?"

Jaune, who had been lagging behind, and Pyrrha stopped dead, looking around.

"No idea." Admitted Jaune.

Six blocks from where the trio stood.

"Come on, Ren, it went this way!" Yelled Nora, charging through the alleys and streets.

Ren kept up easily, doubting Nora's 'lizard-bird', but not wanting to crush her dreams.

Nora ran into an alleyway.

And ran into a wall of ice.

Nora almost fell over, but was caught by Ren.

The two stared uncomprehendingly at the wall.

Ren spoke first. "Someone must have used their semblance to block this alleyway." He stood, and tapped the ice.

"No, silly!" Nora scolded. "It was magic! I swear the bird came through here!"

A laugh from behind them. The two whirled.

There stood Ruby... Or, rather a blue version.

"Ruby?" asked Ren, cautiously. This... didn't seem right.

Ruby's blue doppleganger cocked her head. "Who's Ruby?"

Nora shrieked in excitement. "I have it!"

Ren and Not-Ruby looked at her.

Nora cleared her throat. "YOU are Ruby's evil twin sister Sapphire! Your semblance is making ice walls, which is an opponent to Ruby's speed!" Nora pointed at Not-Ruby. "And you want to kill us because of some sick twisted plan to end Beacon with an army of Grimm!"

Ren sighed. He turned to Not-Ruby. "Are you here to kill us?" He asked her, fully confident she'd say no.

Not-Ruby smirked. "Give me what I want, and I won't." She raised her staff.

"CONE OF COLD!" She yelled triumphantly.

Instantly, the two students were frozen solid.

Malandish, and team RWBY, were at the bookstore.

Ruby and Yang were fans of action, while Weiss was more of a classic person.

Blake liked romance... of a sort.

Malandish peered at Blake's book again.

Yep... It was totally false advertising.

Who names simple romance novels with titles like 'Ninja's of Love'?

It made the book sound extremely dirty.

Malandish drew her thoughts together.

They had gone to Vale City to look at books, while Anarariellea was to stay behind, and look around.

Blake had initially wanted to go to 'Tukson's Book Trade', but Malandish had convinced them that this one would be better.

It was larger, after all.

But the real reason that Malandish had wanted to come here was an odd feeling she had.

A feeling... of something vaguely familiar.

She picked through the fantasy/science fiction section, examining any that looked interesting.

Moon of the Spider... Maybe.

Throne of Glass... Maybe.

Starcraft II: Flashpoint... Third in the series, so, no.

There's the shopkeeper. Wait a minute...

What in hell is she?!

Malandish replaced her book, Ender's Game, grab that on the way out if correct about shopkeeper, and approached the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper looked about Goodwitch's age, slender, with a disproportionate bust. She wore black clothes, that ended in white frills.

Her vest, obviously made for a man, was buttoned in one spot... allowing a decent portion of her breasts to fall out.

She had a pair of glasses, the frames thin enough to look invisible.

She also had a white frill choker, with a red bow tie.

She wore black gloves, with what looked like demonic sigils on the back, in red.

But what drew Malandish's attention to her were three things;

1: No one can naturally have that weird, yet cool, hairstyle.

2: Her eyes were literally red.

And 3: When Malandish used her Spectral Sight on her, she saw a mass of what looked like a combination of all six magics coursing through her.

The shopkeeper turned at Malandish's approach. She looked at the Demon Hunter through narrowed eyes.

"Hello. My name is... Nya. May I help you?" asked the shopkeeper.

"Kinda." Said Malandish. "I was just wondering what it took to use all six paths of magic."

Nya turned back to the pile of books she was stocking. "Now that's a long and tragic story. I don't think you came here just for that one."

Malandish smirked.

So. She isn't human.

"Who knows? It might be better than any I've read."

Nya let out a quiet laugh, and set a book in its place. "Are you certain about that? I'm certain I can find something else."

"I'm sure." Said Malandish.

Nya sighed. "No. Besides, yours would be far more interesting."

Malandish cocked her head. "Why do you think mine would?"

Nya smirked, and turned back to Malandish. "Because, little Illidari," And here, Nya's face turned black, and her eyes blazed red, "Why would any being read about a monster, when there's a hero like you around? Especially one who brought down a god..."

Malandish blinked. She was outside, with RWBY.

She turned to look at them.

They seemed... Normal.

Blake, the cat girl, noticed her stare. "Is there anything wrong."

After a moment, Malandish shook her head. "No. Nothing's wrong."

Malandish realized there was a weight in her hand. She looked at it to find a bag filled with books.

Malandish picked out one of them at random.

If she had eyes, she would have widened them.

After all, 'World Of Warcraft: Illidan' was certainly eye-widening.

She shoved the book back in the bag. What in hell was that shopkeeper?

A noise from her left brought her to attention. She saw Yatsuhashi and Fox quickly walking toward them.

"Have you seen Coco or Velvet anywhere?" asked Yatsuhashi.

"No. Why?" Asked Ruby.

Yatsuhashi and Fox shared a look. "We think they've been kidnapped."

Atlas

The frozen north of Remnant is inhospitable, only a few races being able to adapt to the cold.

Someone, or something, trudges along in the snow.

He wears simple brown robes, that cover all but his face.

He carries a staff made of gold and silver. The top is a cup, with wings coming from the sides. A golden light flows from the top. A purple gem resides in the middle of the cup.

He marches forward, using the staff as a crutch, despite the blizzard, his stringy black hair, matted with gore, flying around his face.

The cold does not bother the living dead.

Besides. It'll help prevent decay.