This is amazing! I actually got reviews! *celebrates with cupcakes* I'm so happy that I feel like responding to each review.

Whisper6636: Thank you so much for the review. I'm glad that you like Mallow and I'll try not to disappoint you. However, I'm introducing the "A", "P", and "L" of team MAPL. I hope they are up to snuff. Except the "A", but that's how he's supposed to be.

ElfCollaborator:Wow! It's you! I was reading your story, "Weiss Reacts", the other day and I thought: "damn, this looks like a lot of fun." So I started thinking and, by using Monty Oum's OC chart rule that I found on his twitter, I came up with team MAPL! It's just so cool to see you read/review my story. So, thank you for that.

This is a disclaimer. I forgot to insert one in the first chapter. I failed, but despite that, I do not own RWBY.


Enter: "M", "A", "P", "L"

Mallow stared out through his window, taking in the sheer vastness of a night sky dominated by stars. Staring into the sky never ceased to amaze the boy, even when he was young. There, countless dots sparkled, glimmering beautifully like powerful little eyes watching the world below. When he was a child, they filled Mallow with endless wonder. Long ago, he could name each and every constellation, state its origin, and the time of year it showed up. His favorite one was "Selucreh and the God Taijitu", an intricate system of stars loosely depicting a well-known battle between one of the first Hunters, Selucreh, and a horrific, twisted version of the already monstrous King Taijitu. This was one of the first tales that the Dust shop owner told him.

The young man simply couldn't sleep. The implications of the next day hung over him like a personal raincloud, so heavy that it didn't even rain upon him, choosing to crush him under its dark mass.

He contemplated his options for the next day. Initiation into Beacon awaited like a blade hung over his neck. He would most certainly die, or at least, he thought he would. But it didn't matter. Mallow would go regardless. To him, it was either certain death for him or certain death for his dreams. One of the two mattered more than anyone could possibly understand.

"I just can't sleep" was repeated over and over in his head as the night was drawn out, like the blade of an assassin. But eventually, the young man succumbed to the beckoning of the night.

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The light of the moon and stars was Adonis Iridis's only means of illumination in the cold of the night. He travelled swiftly, leaving the smallest of indents in the ancient trunks of an old swamp, making only the slightest noise. He wore the pelts of an Ursa he had killed a while back, hoping that the scent on the skin would disguise his own from the local Grimm. He had roughly sewn the pelt into a trench coat of sorts, complete with several pockets containing a plethora of objects usable in combat. A small bag was slung over the young man's right shoulder, carrying the few supplies – relatively unrelated to combat – he brought on his journey to Vale and subsequently, the prestigious Beacon Academy.

Adonis paused and decided to take a brief break atop the canopy of a mangrove. A pair of striking purple eyes stared coldly at the bright but shattered moon, without feeling, without giving any kind of passing thought. The stars didn't mean much to him either. In fact, the young man really didn't really give a damn about the sky in general. It was far from his reach, something that couldn't die. Since the sky couldn't be killed, there was no reason to worry oneself with it.

Instead, Adonis found himself far more interested in the winds, and the shifting mangroves below him. He took a small breath through his nose, and then paused to think about an odd scent that he picked up. He looked around his immediate area, analyzed the wind's movement and patterns.

Suddenly, the young man's eyes widened. He reached into his Ursa-pelt trench coat and rested his hands on a something made of cold steel. Then, it began.

A creature dashed out of the tree line, flying towards the young man. It had sharp red eyes and was covered in pitch-black fur. It growled menacingly as it charged, teeth flashing.

Then it was gone.

A hairy hand-like paw crashed into a mangrove and fell into the bog, soon to be consumed by the swamp. Then a wolfish head followed suit, crashing into the bog, disappearing completely.

Adonis stood ready, weapon in hand. His eyes betrayed no signs of fear or apprehension. His breath was deep and calm. His muscles weren't tense, and almost appeared relaxed. His lips curled into the shadow of a cruel grin. And then, it continued.

In the night, gunshots and the sound of blades meeting flesh went off in the depths of night. There was also the howling of a suffering being and doggish whimpers that continued on for quite some time; until they were silenced, suddenly and without warning.

Adonis stretched a bit and yawned before continuing on his journey. The young man had quite a ways to go and morning was coming soon.

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"Hey Phlox," called a confident, playful voice atop the headboard of a sleeping girl. "Phlox? Phlox? Hey Phlox, darling, wake up! I want to speak to you!"

A young man dropped down onto the bed beside the girl. She had dazzling platinum-blonde hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight and she wore a simple, grey nightgown that looked rather drab on the young woman's beautiful body.

"Hey girl, wake up!" He leaned very close to the girl's face, slowly closing in towards her face. His face almost touched hers, just a few inches away from being close enough to kiss. He stared at her for a while, before moving in. This action only awakened Phlox Verde from a rather deep slumber filled with happy dreams.

However, the young man did not notice the girl's rousing and found himself making-out with a fist as a pillow crashed into his head with a surprising amount of force.

"What are you doing here!?" the dazzling girl's voice came out with an angry, shrill tone. She was kneeling in her bed, her hair cast all over the place covering her face and sticking up randomly. Her eyes were mad, shimmering with annoyance. "I'm trying to sleep!"

"I can see that, darling." The young man had backed away from the bed, his arms were raised defensively. His eyes were bright with wicked excitement; a happy smile was plastered on his face. He just loved to see the gorgeous Phlox even when she was mad, even when she wanted to murder him.

"Then why are you here?!"

"Okay, this may look bad, darling. But…" the young man began, slowly backing away from the increasingly angry-looking girl.

"Stop calling me 'darling'," Phlox yelled, angrily approaching the young man. "Lupine Ao, get out of here! Please, tomorrow's a big day, for the both of us." She began to calm down as she thought about this situation. It was eerily similar to the exciting episodes of the childhood they had spent together. During, their youth, many a night was spent huddled in each other's bed, reading books, eating the candy they snuck into bed, and keeping each other safe during the horrid thunderstorms.

They were in a very similar situation. Only now, it was the eve of what might be one of the greatest moments of both of their lives.

With that in mind, Phlox finally managed to restrain herself. She looked her old friend in the eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry I yelled, Lupine. I'm just afraid, so afraid. We might have an opportunity to enter Vale's Beacon Academy and I… Well, I'm nervous Lupine." She didn't look him in the eye. She made no other move. Phlox didn't need to.

Within seconds of Phlox's nervous confession, Lupine wrapped his arms around her, gripping her in a deep embrace. "I'm nervous too. There are a lot of things to be afraid of in that wide, wide world out there. But I know, without a doubt, that we can handle anything, together. How does that sound, darling? It will be like old times. It will be just like when we were little kids."

They looked each other in the eyes and for a moment, Phlox felt like kissing Lupine as well. He was so warm and they were so close. But it disappeared, the slight feeling within the young woman scattered, it blew away, as if an ethereal wind came through and stole it away from her and she saw Lupine in a different light. He was no longer the boy that she was best friends with, nor was he the young man she had dated a little while ago.

"It sounds wonderful, Lupine. I…" she began, only to be quietly hushed by the young man.

"Shhhhhh. Say no more, darling. I'll see you in the morning," Lupine whispered, before starting on his way out the door.

Phlox made no effort to follow him, nor stop him. She yawned and then, crawled her way back into the folds of her covers. They welcomed her gently, slowly guiding her into the folds of the night.

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Lupine Ao shifted quickly through the night, evading security cameras and guards. The Verde mansion opened up to him as he snuck around. Pristine, green walls and a slick, carefully lacquered wood floor made up most of it. Random statues and busts could be found on random pedestals, lining the wall. There were also several gorgeous paintings worth millions of Lien. Many were of the haunting moon that lay shattered over the night sky. Some were of the dazzling, Forever Fall, the forest that was always appeared like it was autumn. The seasons never shifted there.

Lupine was often tempted to steal a painting or two from the Verde's. It would be a simple task, and once it was complete, he would sell the painting to the highest bidder and maybe his family would have enough money to leave the Verde's. There were a few nice ones kept hidden in corridors that many of the staff had forgotten about. Ironically, the young man knew the estate better than the ones who actually owned it.

But every time the young man thought of a scheme to sever his family's connection with the powerful Verde's, he would suddenly think of the youngest and – in his opinion – the best looking of their extending family: Phlox Verde, that platinum-haired, sapphire-eyed beauty haunted his dreams and every waking moment.

He loved her. That was clear to him. Unfortunately, he knew she would never return his feelings. He knew that in her mind, he will always just be a friend to her.

As his mind was occupied with a few forlorn thoughts, he had lost track of his pace and soon, he found himself in the Verde estate's garden. Once he triangulated his location, in respect to his family's modest housing upon the estate, he decided to remain in the gardens for a while. The light of Remnant's glowing, broken moon shown through the glass surrounding the enclosed gardens. There was so much of the garden to look at, but what really caught the young man's eye was a shimmering fountain. It was beautiful.

Lupine walked towards the fountain and stared at a clear, flat surface of water that mirrored him perfectly. He stared at his reflection and peered at the handsome face of a young man with gold-amber hair and sky-blue eyes. It was a face that had melted the hearts of many young women (and a few young men) all around the estate. Many around his age fawned around him, hoping for his affection. But in the end, the one person who would never return his own love was the person he was head over heels for.

"Irony is such a cruel god, or goddess. Oh, who even cares?"

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Morning came to bring light upon a world consumed by darkness and for a moment the darkness was pushed back, giving way to a brightness unknown to the nocturnal, unknown to those that live in the shadows. This light brought morning as well as the realization to the young Mallow that his life was about to change.

Mallow jumped out of bed, his body practically radiating with manic energy. He packed everything he owned – which wasn't that much, mind you – and ran down the stairs, smiling all the way.

Once he landed on the main floor, he immediately bottled up his happiness, stuffed it away and locked it up; hopefully, never to be seen for a while.

There wasn't much activity in the restaurant. In fact, there was absolutely none, except for his mother who was wiping the tables, probably for the third, fifth time this morning alone.

Mallow nervously approached his mother, his hands in his pockets. "Hey mom, I guess dad's already left. Hasn't he?" His eyes were downcast, as he tried to disguise his happiness.

Iridine wasn't fooled by her son's performance, for she knew him better than he did. "Yeah, he's gone." She put down the cloth and walked towards her son. "Anyways, Mallow, here are the forms you're going to need." She handed Mallow an envelope completely enveloped by messages in thick, dark writing. The messages said: "remember this, Mallow", "don't forget this", "if you lose this…", and "NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO GET OFF YOUR ASS AND DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR LIFE".

Mallow smiled as he quickly read the messages. "Thanks mom, thank you very much".

Iridine's eyes began to shimmer, taking on the appearance of the surface of a body of water. "Enclosed in that envelope are a trolley ticket, a clearance form, and the application. I'm pretty sure you know how to use that ticket. Please tell me that you do!"

"Yeah mom, I do. Don't worry. I may sit around on my ass all day, every day. But I'm not that incompetent. Have a bit more faith in me."

Iridine smiled, as she brought her index finger to her eye to wipe its rim, directly underneath it. "I know. I'm sorry, Mallow, I'm just so excited for you." Her face suddenly turned stern. She began to stare down at her son, scaring the mellow boy quite a good deal. "Mallow, I've heard about the danger that Beacon students are put in almost every day. I've heard about their rigorous initiation. I heard…that there…" She suddenly lost her sternness, her features softened and suddenly there were rivulets of tears streaking down her face.

Mallow stared at his mother, unsure of how to react after this sudden jump between moods. 'Maybe dad's constant absence is having more of an effect on her than I thought it would,' he thought, intrigued and worried about his mother, 'maybe it's something else? Should I ask?'

"I'm just so worried that my wonderful, sarcastic, mellow little boy might not come back to me." Iridine was outright sobbing now. "P-p-please p-promise me, Mallow. Please don't die. Please come back to me."

Mallow withheld the geyser of emotion threatening to burst out of him. "Alright mom, I'll try not to die. But I'll make no promises. In this day and age, who knows when…?"

"Don't joke about that." Her tone, once more, became stern and solid.

"Alright, I promise mom."


Alright, I've now introduced all of the OC's. Please give me feedback/your thoughts on them. It will be most appreciated.

Feel free to ask questions in any way possible.

Have a nice life!