MLTI VRSE Chapter 12: Terra Infinitas, a RWBY + X-overs Crossover fanfic

Chapter 12: The Infinite Earth

Okay, I'm not going to joke around for this one. I flat out hate 2015. I don't care if it just started, it's been striking too damn hard. Monty Oum, the creator of RWBY, a valued member of Rooster Teeth, and an inspiration to an untold number of people (myself included, as RWBY was the final thing that convinced me to write in the first place), passed away.

It hurts, a lot. Nowhere near as bad as it would for those closer to him, but we no doubt mourn his loss.

I know, right? I remember the first time I saw RWBY, and I couldn't help but think that it was such an awesome series. Since then, I've eagerly awaited any new episode. Now though...now I worry about its future.

You have a point there, buddy. I would completely understand if RWBY itself stops production for a while, or possibly entirely. But...that would be a waste. We fans of the show, and of Monty in general, owe it to him to keep his memory alive however we can. Here on FF alone, the RWBY community flourished very quickly. Even if all we can do is write fan fiction about the show, it keeps his memory going. It keeps him 'alive'.

So like the RT team said; In place of flowers, let's use our imagination to make the world a better place. Whether or not that means making someone's day bright with a story, or drawing, or doing something so spectacular I can't put it into words, is up to you. But I'm not gonna stop. I'm gonna keep going. As long as we are here, doing even small things like this, then Monty's still here too.

Keep on trucking, people. You are what keeps Monty's memory going.

Amen to that. Amen.

Enjoy. And I hope you continue doing what you do best.

Oh, before we begin, I just want to take this time to give thanks to fellow fanfiction author CrimsonKyuubiSage, who I decided to pay tribute to his awesome story, "The Maelstrom Hunter," in this chapter. Again, I am just pointing out that I am paying homage to his story, and I take ABSOLUTELY NO CREDIT AT ALL FOR THE SCENE THAT IS BEING PAYED HOMAGE TO!

And on that note, we also own ABSOLUTELY NOTHING YOU RECOGNISE AND/OR DON'T RECOGNISE in this chapter. Any and all references, characters, and such belong to their respective owners. We're just fanfic writers.

You know that once in a lifetime sight where a bully gets his due? Well, I hope you do. I never did when I was in High School. But here, I was able to see it happen multiple times, and I was the one punishing said bully and his cronies for the most part! That made my day.

What's made my day today, however, is the annihilation of Team CRDL courtesy of Pyrrha Nikos.

"And that's the match," Glynda Goodwitch announced, walking to the center of the indoor arena. The bodies in varying states of consciousness known as Team CRDL were sprawled across the ring.

"L-lucky shot..." Cardin groaned out, in resentment and as an attempt to maintain whatever dignity he thought he had.

"Well done, Miss Nikos," Ozpin's right hand complimented. "You should have no problems qualifying for the tournament."

"Thank you, Professor," the Spartaness humbly replied.

"Alright, now I know that's a tough act to follow but we have time for one more sparring match," Glynda began, turning to the students in the stand. "Do we have any volunteers?"

While it was silent for a few moments, before Goodwitch could 'encourage' anyone to step forward, someone raised their hand.

"I'll do it," Mercury Black nonchalantly offered.

"Mercury, is it? Very well. Let's find you an opponent," she said, beginning to type into her scroll.

"Actually," Cinder's associate began. "I wanna fight...her," he said, pointing at Pyrrha.

"Me?" said girl questioned.

"I'm afraid Miss Nikos has just finished a match," Glynda told him, eyes narrowed. "I suggest you find another sparring partner."

"I'll fight him!" a familiar voice, eagerly- scarily eagerly- called out.

Those within and not within the stands turned to see good ole Duncan raising his hand up. Mouth grinning like a shark. His friends could only look at Mercury with great pity.

Minus Yang, Michael, and Nora, that is. They openly laughed.

"Ah, excellent," Goodwitch said, though her tone of voice spoke volumes of how bored she was already knowing the outcome. "It seems you have an opponent now, Mr. Black."

"Really?" Mercury asked skeptically. His eyes gave away his annoyance, if one were to look. "Shouldn't I get a say if I volunteered first?"

"Oh, come now, Merc," Duncan chuckled 'good-naturedly'. "If it makes you feel better, I'll give you a handicap."

Mercury could only grunt his annoyance, but accepted the challenge. Perhaps some kind of edge could be learned from this.

Not long afterwards, the two competitors took to their opposing sides in the arena. Mercury had already been in his combat gear, and Duncan's uniformed morphed into his usual attire. That particular sight weirded the majority of the room out. If you were near Michael, you could hear something like a light bulb break.

'Is...Was that what I think it was?' he asked himself, eye twitching, realizing that it was, indeed, a Symbiote. 'Duncan, you...you psychopathic, trigger-happy, scum-sucking, power-hungry, deranged, piece of shit! Why would you have one of those!?'

Though there was one other oddity about Duncan at the moment: he had none of his weapons.

"Are you seriously giving me a handicap?" Mercury drawled.

"I said I would, and I will," Verser cheekily replied, before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a karambit.

"Only using a knife? That's the handicap?" Aaaaaannnnd there's the blood vessel popping.

"No, that's not the handicap. This is," Duncan replied, before digging the Indonesian knife into his right shoulder and twisting it to sever his arm off while keeping it attached by the remaining muscle and skin. Thankfully, everyone had mostly adjusted to this kind of thing from Duncan. So on the bright side, no one threw up despite looking ill. "Come at me, bro," Duncan challenged, getting into a combat stance as his right arm hung uselessly.

Both of them charged one another. Mercury went in for a quick punch to Duncan's jaw, but he had deflected it with his forearm while the knife went towards Mercury's chest. This too was countered through Mercury being able to use his other arm to push it safely to his side. Both jumped back, analyzing their opposing stances.

Mercury took the initiative, running at Duncan. Crouched low, to avoid the karambit. However, Duncan had leaped into a sort of spinning kick at Mercury's head. The tips of his tabi boots were too close for comfort, but the kicker was when his disconnected arm's hand slapped him in the face after the legs were no longer an issue.

He couldn't afford any time focusing on killing Verser, so he'd settle for merely beating him within an inch of his life. Jumping backwards, Mercury avoided Duncan's downward knife slash. A quick dash-kick towards his would do the trick.

That is, if Duncan hadn't ducked.

And, if he hadn't spun around so that his limp arm would slam right in the family jewels. Which got Michael to enter a fit of laughter alongside Yang and Nora.

No longer able to keep any semblance of focus, Mercury crashed to the ground, defeated. Made even more evident when Duncan stood above him with the knife directed to his throat.

"And that's the match." Glynda announced. "Mr. Verser wins...again."

"Oh man," Michael managed to get out from his laughing at the nut shot, "I need to Tweet about this!"

An eyebrow twitched. "Do you mind?" Mercury painfully asked through his teeth.

"Hold on, hold on, nearly done," Michael said as he typed on his scroll. "#VersersWreckAll...aaaaaannd trending."

Mercury could only grunt as he stood up. Duncan ignored him as he walked to the exit, whipping his arm back into place with a crack as bone and muscle tissue repaired themselves on command.

The sight and sound of that was enough to even make Glynda look nauseous, but she managed to keep her lunch down. The same couldn't be said for some of the students, as they grabbed their prepared 'Verser-did-something-disturbing-vomit-bags.'

Michael, Jaune and Ruby included.

Everyone was more than happy to leave class, which many took as the chance to hurl into trash cans. Walking by one unfortunate soul (Jaune) who was being comforted (by Pyrrha), Michael and Emerald both looked green in the face as they held back their meals.

"That was the most disturbing thing I've ever seen in my life," Emerald said queasily.

"Trust me, that wasn't the most disturbing thing he's done in his life," Michael responded, his face a lighter shade of green.

Looking at the Multiverser, she responded "What could be more disturbing than that?!"

"Pray that you never find out."

She was smart enough to drop it at that. Steering the conversation a different way, she asked "Seriously, though, your brother is pretty...well, I think the word I'd use is 'overconfident' in his abilities."

Chuckling, he said "I think the word you're looking for is 'psychotic.'"

The two of them laughed at that. "And 'dirty,'" Emerald added. "I think he meant to hit Mercury in the nuts back there."

"Wouldn't put it past him," Michael confirmed. "The man has a history of going the extra mile in what he does. And what he does, scars people for life."

The two nervously chuckled at that, before an awkward silence fell over the two of them. Looking over, Emerald looked a bit more serious as she asked "Why are you even still talking with me?"

"Huh?"

"Don't 'Huh?' me," she said sternly. "You know exactly what I mean by that. You know that Cinder, Mercury and I are planning something for Vale. You and your brother are trying to get in our way. By all accounts, we should be trying to kill each other."

He sighed. Looking at her, Michael asked "Then why aren't you?" Surprised, she didn't even respond. "Though to answer your question: its because I don't see you as a threat. As much as I should, I don't. And every time I try, I think back to that night, when we..."

The two of them grew a bit red at that, both clearly remembering the events of said night. "T-That aside, I'd expected you to at least try and probe me for what I know about what we're doing."

"Or maybe I just want to have a friendly conversation with a strong-willed, beautiful woman," Michael threw back with a smile. "Ever consider that?"

Her face grew as red as her eyes, smiling nervously at the praise. Turning to face each other, she playfully inquired "Are you trying to get into my pants again?"

Now his face was starting to match hers in color. "That was not my intention when I wanted to talk last time," Michael defended. "B-Besides, I think we both know that it was you who initiated the kiss."

"Didn't hear you complaining," she shot back.

"Why would I complain about something we both liked?" he asked with a smile. "Especially when it led to something better?"

They leaned a bit toward each other, Emerald smiling back. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a weird person?" Emerald asked softly.

They leaned in a little more. "You have no idea," Michael responded, his eyes drooping along with hers the closer they got. As their lips were about to make contact...

"What's up?"

Their eyes shot wide open as they broke apart, Duncan giving a cheshire smirk at the two of them. "Nothing!" they said at the same time.

"Riiiiight," Duncan drawled. "Anyway, Mikey, Goodwitch told me to find you. She says she needs some help with grading papers."

Michael's eyes widened in recognition, followed by slapping himself on the forehead. "Damn, that's right. I have to go," he said to Emerald. "I'll see you around!"

The two of them waved to each other, with Duncan waving back. As soon as Michael was out of sight, he grabbed Emerald by the shoulder and pushed her into the wall. Glaring, she exclaimed "What the-"

"Shut up and listen," he interrupted, his voice low and menacing, his eyes holding no mirth. The glare alone was enough to render her silent. "I'm going to say this only once, so pay attention: Michael cares about you. Hell, I can tell you care about him. Maybe even love him. And even though he doesn't know it yet, I can tell he loves you, too." Those words made her eyes widen a bit, as well as smile a bit on the inside.

"So I'm going to give you this fair warning," he said as his eyes turned into draconian slits. "If you hurt him...in any way, shape, or form...I will track you down...and I will end you. Clear?" She nodded curtly, eyes wide with fear. "Good. Enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Sustrai." And with that, he walked off, leaving Emerald to let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

Later that night...

"Right foot two centimeters forward."

The clash of steel. Breathing heavily. Sparks in the air, show the intensity of combat, even if restrained.

"OOF!"

And that was the sound of Jaune Arc, getting swept beneath the legs and onto the ground by one Pyrrha Nikos. Under Duncan's tutelage, the two were making great strides in their combat training. It especially showed with Jaune, who was proving to be a capable warrior.

"Well done!" Pyrrha congratulated. "Your swordsmanship has really improved!"

"You may begin with the showering of praise, now," Duncan said in his most humble tone. "So, ready to move onto Aura?"

Rubbing the back of his neck, Jaune said "I'm thinking maybe we could just skip it tonight, maybe go on a jog?"

"I know you're frustrated, Jaune," Pyrrha consoled, "but you must keep trying. I'm sure you'll discover your Semblance someday."

"That's not it," Jaune denied. "It's just..."

Duncan sighed. "It's about earlier tonight, isn't it?"

Earlier...

Duncan and RWBY were playing a game of poker, with Duncan prohibited by Yang and Blake from using his powers to cheat (under the threat of no sex for a month). Suffice it to say, Duncan complied with the terms readily.

Their game, however, was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Message for Miss Schnee."

Quizically, the white haired heiress got up and asked "Who could that be?" She got her answer.

Behind the door was Jaune and Michael, both dressed like tango dancers. The former had a rose between his teeth as he smiled, while Michael had a thin moustache and was holding a guitar, strumming it as Jaune took the rose out of his mouth."Weeeiiiisssssss!" the blond swordsman sung- very badly- as the door slammed in his face.

As Weiss face-palmed herself, a knock on the door was followed by Michael saying "Okay, if you open the door, I promise to drop what we were doing." Reluctantly, she opened the door again, only to find Michael singing "I liiiiiieeeeddd!"

"Weiss Shu-nee!" Jaune sung to the tune of the guitar. "Will you accompany me! To the dance this Sunday...evening?"

"...Are you done?"

"Yes," they responded.

"Good." Another closed door. Looking at the others, she asked "What?"

"And that's why we call you the 'Ice Queen.'" Duncan couldn't take it anymore, and fell to the ground laughing.

Now...

"Uuuhhhh...yeah."

"Not gonna lie. Something's different about Weiss," Duncan told the swordsman and Spartaness. "Originally, Weiss would've been interested in Neptune...but she hasn't shown any interest in him."

"So I was doomed from the start, is what you're saying?" Jaune groaned. As he did so, Pyrrha looked to the ground, sullen.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! You know what?!" Duncan yelled, walking towards the surprised duo, grabbing their shoulders. "You'll thank me later."

And that was when he mashed their faces together into liplock.

Both were immensely surprised. Jaune actively tried to get out of it, thinking this was bad and would become awkward for him and his partner. Until he noticed that Pyrrha's eyes glazed over and she was holding onto his waist.

Jaune Arc was thick-headed, yes. But he wasn't that stupid. So, he responded in kind.

"I'll just leave you two alone for now," Duncan said, exiting the rooftop back into the dorms. "Take that, Cupid. I don't need to shoot fuckin' arrows at people's butts. I just make'em wise the fuck up."

Back in Cinder's room, she was busy sewing a black dress as Mercury sulked on the floor and Emerald was looking through her scroll. "Well, that was unfortunate," she noted.

"No kidding," Mercury growled. "Not only did I fail to get a chance to get a measure of Nikos' powers- thanks to that bastard Verser- but I couldn't even get a single hit on the son of a bitch. He was literally toying with me the whole time!"

A bit green in the face, Emerald added "I have to admit, even I didn't think he'd do that. But at least now we know he has a healing factor."

"Indeed," Cinder agreed. "However, we don't have to worry about the failed fight." As her compatriots gained quizzical expressions, she continued "Or mutual friend in black just sent us a detailed profile on Miss Nikos' abilities. What she uses, how she uses it." Chuckling, she continued, "It's funny, really. People think that she's fated for victory, when she's really taking fate into her own hands. Add her to the list."

As Emerald did so, Mercury groaned "Still doesn't make up for the fact that we still don't have a counter for Verser, other than that disc. At this rate, I doubt we'll really get an advantage over Verser."

The three of them frowned at that, before a light bulb went off in Emerald's head. "Michael!"

The other two looking at her, Mercury asked "Duncan's brother?"

"Exactly! Think about it: he knows more about Verser than any of us, both personally and professionally. He knows how he works, what he can do..."

"Which makes him a valuable ally to anyone," Cinder finished with a smile. Continuing with her sewing, she added "If we can convince him to help us...then things will be getting much more interesting."

"Heh, plus, not only will we have a better chance at taking Verser on, but we get a chance to stick it to the arrogant prick on a personal level," Mercury added with a sadistic smirk. "Though is that the only reason you mentioned him, Em? Or are you looking to get back into his pants again?"

Gazing at her friend, the mint-haired thief deadpanned "Drop it, Merc," trying to fight back the blush on her face.

"Well, as long as he helps us, then you can do what you want with him, Emerald," Cinder stated, which fully brought out the blush. Looking back at Mercury, she continued "And Mercury, you know that it isn't about overpowering an enemy. It's about taking away what power they have. And we will. In time," she added, looking at the audio disc.

Lying back on the ground, Mercury groaned "I hate the waiting."

"Don't worry, Mercury," Cinder said to the silver-haired man. Bringing up the needle, she continued "We have a fun weekend ahead of us."

At the same time...

"A Symbiote!" Michael exclaimed for probably the twentieth time. "A fucking Symbiote! What the actual hell are you even thinking, Duncan?!"

"What I've always been thinking, dumbass!" Duncan groaned. "It doesn't pose any threat."

"It's a Symbiote! It's the definition of threat!" Michael roared, veins pulsing. "I'm Spider-Man! I should know!"

"So was I! Where do you think I got it in the first place?!" That shut Michael up. "I cultivated the Venom bloodline after Toxin was born. This is the 999,999th in the line. It's way past 'insane' by Symbiote standards, meaning it's rather reasonable as well as more powerful and now immune to the species' weaknesses. And I produce more than enough adrenaline by sitting!"

"And what about the fact it eats brai-"

"I just eat lots of chocolate instead, you nimrod!"

"...What?" he asked, his eyes half-lidded and his tone eerily calm.

"Symbiotes eat Phenethylamine, you idiot!" Duncan elaborated. "It's the chemical they feed on other than adrenaline and feelings. You can find it in Human brains, or chocolate! Why do think I eat so much of the stuff? And if you say something about me being a couch-potato, no I'm not. Not all the time, anyways."

"...You're telling me, I could've prevented the need for killing people and eating their brains...if I had just eaten chocolate? That I could've kept my Symbiote, or made Brock and the others more in control of their urges...with chocolate?" Each and every word spoken would've sent a chill down a lesser man's spine.

"You never knew?" Duncan genuinely asked. And there's the blood vessel, accompanied by twitching left eye.

"Just give me a second," Michael asked with a neutral deadpan. Then he threw his head back, took in a deep breath, and...

The Kingdom of Vale...

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The resulting damages were manageable, but none the less terrifying. Especially to those with sensitive hearing.

And that was why this month was now "Obscenity-Caused Earthquake Awareness Month" in Vale.

Later...

"Okay. I'm fine now," Michael deadpanned, voice raspy.

"Yeah, well...hindsight's a bitch, eh?" Duncan shrugged, not intimidated by Michael's quick psychological breakdown. "On to more important topics: Like embarrassing you!"

"Oh, God..." Michael groaned, his face becoming deathly pale. "Please don't."

"So, you and Emerald..." Duncan smirked. "Have to admit, didn't see that one comin' in the first place. But man..."

"Please, God, stop..." Michael groaned, burying his crimson face in his hands.

"This puts you in a prime position," his mentor pointed out, making Michael pay attention. "Not only do you get laid by an attractive woman, you're also in a prime position to use her as a means to stop Cinder."

That pissed Michael off. That pissed Michael off a lot.

"You sonuva-"

"Before you unsuccessfully try to lynch me, it also makes the option of helping her available," Duncan continued, unthreatened. "Helping meaning either, you know...helping her with her partner's plans (which Cinder's told her to do to you). Or- which you'll prefer- helping her become a better person."

That made Michael stop in his tracks, an army of clones behind him carrying lynching tools. Tools which cluttered to the ground. "You're...you're right..." Michael conceded, realizing his mentor was only relaying all possible outcomes available at the time.

"I might be sociopathic at times-"

"At times?"

"-But I apparently do have enough empathy left in me. Either way...the options are available to you. And any consequences that may follow."

The Next Day...

Do you know- CAN YOU EVEN COMPREHEND?!- how difficult choosing table cloth colors is?

How difficult it is, when said table cloth colors are for an upcoming event, and the supervisor wants it to be perfect?

Especially considering the colors were so close to each other, that they looked practically alike?!

Well, Duncan can...and the summary is...

"Yeah, fuck that noise."

Team RWBY, along with Duncan and Michael, were in the middle of organizing the dance. Well, the girls were. Duncan and Mike mostly were just moving things. Not that they were complaining, especially since they were both using the Shadow Clone Jutsu to get things done more quickly. Dances were nice and all, but...decorating is just, so...boring.

"That's your answer?!" Weiss responded, annoyed. "You know everything, don't you? Which one?"

"Those things are a matter of preference! Not fact!" Duncan retorted to the heiress. "I'm not going pick a shade of gray!"

If one was paying attention to Blake, who was managing wires and cords, would've seen her tense and blush at that specific line of dialogue. However, life decided to give her a break and let no one notice it. An action rendered rather pointless, given the fact that the author just wrote it and let you all know.

Back to the argument.

"For God's sake, Duncan," Michael groaned, helping Ruby move tables while Yang carried speakers. "I get where you're comin' from...but please! For the love of our sanity! JUST PICK ONE ALREADY!"

"Argh! You know what?! I'm going on break!" Duncan said with annoyed finality. "If you need me Mike, I'll be at home."

"...Home?" Michael asked, confused. "But Dunc, I thought we could never go home?"

"What?" Duncan questioned, turning back to see the confused faces of his whole team. Slapping himself on the forehead, he exclaimed "Oh! Right! I never actually took you there yet!"

"Wait, took us where?" Yang asked, eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Michael thought I meant the universe where I was born, as in, Duncan Williams," the King of the Multiversers elaborated. "I don't mean my home reality. I have a new home...actually, on that train of thought, so do you Mike. I should've brought you there sooner. Get your house's design finished."

"Okay, I'm confused," Ruby interrupted. "Did you buy some land here, or something?"

"My dear Ruby," Duncan chuckled. "When have I ever done something simple?"

"So, what exactly are you talking about?" Blake asked, crossing her arms.

"I'm saying it's Field Trip Time!" Duncan exclaimed.

"What's Field Trip-" Sun tried to ask, as he and Neptune entered the ballroom to check on their friends. He was cut off when Duncan grabbed everyone and rushed out of the room at high speed.

At Team JNPR's Dorm Room...

"So, just so you two are...you know, aware..." Jaune began, nervously scratching the back of his head. "Me and Pyrrha are...well-"

"Together," the Spartaness cheerfully finished, having been standing next to her partner with a smile on her face as they announced their new relationship to their other two team mates.

Before Nora could explode into giddiness, and before Ren could try to give some kind of congratulations to his Team Leader, incessant knocking came at the door. Jaune, wanting to avoid any potential awkwardness about the announcement as fast as possible, answered the door.

Only to open it up to the eternally disturbing image of Duncan looking too happy about something (imagine the eye bulging look of Nicolas Cage as he smiles).

Something that always seemed to give Jaune nightmares.

"Hi there!" Duncan cheerfully greeted. "We're all going out now," he said before grabbing the unwilling Team JNPR, tying them up in rope, and bolting out of Beacon.

Two Minutes Later...

Outside of Beacon, the others were in varying degrees of dizziness as they regained their footing. "Okay, you mind telling us why you brought us to the edge of the school grounds?" Michael asked, dusting himself off.

"Especially when the dance is tomorrow?!" Weiss asked, stomping her foot and bordering on ripping her hair out. "There's still so much left for us to do before tomorrow night!"

"Chill out already," their demented friend smoothly replied. "When we're done, I can just bring us back to the point in time when we left. We can be where I'm taking you for years, and come back at the exact point in time we left."

"You-" Weiss halted her tirade, thinking of how useful that particular ability was and how it could be used for future plans or scenarios. With a sigh of defeat, she said "Fine. Now where are you taking us?"

Without a word, Verser simply turned around and slashed at the air creating an inter-dimensional portal to...well, another dimension. "After you, ladies," he smiled, gesturing to the rip in the space-time continuum.

"Hey, Sun?" Neptune asked his longtime friend, blatantly staring at the portal.

"Yeah?" the Monkey Faunus responded, doing the same.

"I believe you now." Sun was confused for a moment, before recalling their conversation from before the epic food fight.

One by one, Team RWBY, followed by Michael, Sun, Neptune, then Duncan walked through the portal...

And found themselves walking through steel gray hallways.

"Where are we?" Blake asked

"Specifically?"

"Yes, Duncan..." the Cat Faunus replied, face palming. The other members of RWBY, JNPR, Sun and Neptune mirroring her actions.

"This is the Flagship Prometheus. My personal ship, to be precise," Duncan cheerfully responded. "We're currently in outer space."

"Wait, you have a ship too?" Yang asked, raising an eyebrow before gesturing to Michael, whose face was distorted in shock at the news. "Like him?"

"I do. Two, actually. But the second one's gonna get blown up later on, but it'll be replaced then promptly confiscated...by me."

"What are you- Oh for the love of...you're Commander Shepard?!" the younger Multiverser exclaimed as he face-palmed. At Duncan's nod of confirmation, Michael went on to groan about how the galaxy would probably be screwed in the end, or something to that effect.

"So you live in a space ship? Is that what you wanted to show us? Really?" Weiss asked, as her left eye twitched.

"Issac? You there?" Duncan called out, looking to a speaker.

"Oh, good to have you back, Dunc. Didn't even see you get here," someone answered over the intercom. "Me and Ellie were just running maintenance. Guests, I take it?"

"Yeah, I wanted to show them the place. Give a big tour, let'em have some fun, then leave and come back later," Duncan answered who Michael assumed- with wide eyes- to be the one and only Issac-Fucking-Clarke. "Dramatic Introduction Number 57? If you would?" he asked the engineer.

"Yeah, I can start it up from here."

*PLAY: Bioshock Soundtrack: 02 Welcome to Rapture*

Music filled the room, as Duncan began his introduction. "What is 'home' to you? Is it a place where you inevitably find yourself setting your feet down? Or is it a concept, one that you carry with you at all times?

"And is it even something that can be put into words? Or an idea shared by everyone? No...'Home' is something different. Everyone's definition of home is different. And nowhere could match what everyone sees in 'home.'"

The music became slightly ominous.

"I decided differently. I chose all those things. I made the impossible. I made..." Duncan continued, gesturing to a wall as a live-feed picture covered the wall and showed them what was outside...

And it was...

A planet.

The largest one Michael had ever seen. Twenty-Five times the size of Jupiter. Yet it was a garden world, not a gaseous planet. Surrounding the planet in orbit were various space stations of different varieties and endless fleets of ships. But on the surface, in the ocean...was a hole. A hole that was closed off by a force field, but still did show something underneath the surface.

"TERRA INFINITAS!" Duncan announced, telling RWBY, Michael, JNPR, Sun, and Neptune the name of the spectacle they saw. "A world where the dreamer need not wake. Where the outcasts are the norm. Where the small are equal to the great! And no matter what, what you see as 'home', this place can be."

No words. None of them even had words to describe the sight before them. Until Michael broke the silence.

"D-Duncan..." Michael stammered, eyes wide in awe. "W-W-W-What the fuck is this?!"

"This, boys and girls," Duncan smiled, resting his arms on Michael's and Yang's shoulders. "This is Terra Infinitas, the Infinite Earth. A planet that I created, as a way to bridge the Multiverse into one place. Where people could come here for whatever they needed to find. Be it knowledge, a chance for a better future, duty, love, discovery, or a place to call home."

"Is...is this what Remnant looks like?" Jaune choked out, being kept from fainting by Pyrrha holding him up.

"Not as big, and the landmasses are differently shaped, but yes. Take a peek at how big all of existence truly is," Duncan told him, before another grin split his face. "Now who wants to go to the surface?!"

They could all only nod slightly, still transfixed by the sight.

*END: Bioshock Soundtrack: 02 Welcome to Rapture*

Ten Minutes Later...

Level 1

Duncan acquired the group transport after they were taken down to the surface of the massive planet. Contrary to Duncan's inherent nature, what they saw was very...peaceful. Peaceful, tranquil, serene. They had only seen one small town on the way to the hole in the ocean they saw from orbit.

"This part of Terra Infinitas is specifically for agriculture. This is essentially what Michael and my home world would look like if we didn't try and destroy every possible piece of nature we could find for resources," Duncan explained, as the hover craft sped through the air. "Small communities, simple in nature dot the landscape. There's only three major cities here. Along with a number of villas, farms, and some quality vineyards. If you're old enough, or if you don't give a damn about age restrictions, help yourself to the wine."

"I never expected you, of all people, to own such a quiet place, Duncan." Blake noted, staring at the fish swimming as they passed by...so delicious-looking...

"Yeah, join the club," Michael snorted.

"Again, I created this place," Duncan reminded the group. "I did not find Terra Infinitas. I made it. Everything you see is the product of me playing God and making this world from scratch. If you want to get technical, I made this whole reality. Infinitas is the only habitable planet, right now. Every other world does not have life on them. Safe to mine for resources for here.

"But you're right. It is strange I'd have made something so quiet," Duncan agreed. They had long since been crossing the ocean, and now could see the wall surrounding the hole in the world. "So now you can see just how far down the rabbit hole goes."

Level 2

The platform connected to various latches on the wall before escalating up to the top. Nothing could prepare them for what lay below the surface, protected by the force field.

It was a city. The biggest they had ever seen. And, if they had to guess (knowing Duncan), this city encompassed the whole sphere beneath what they saw from the Prometheus.

Imagine, if you would, every single futuristic, high-tech, sci-fi city ever, from any and every place you can find, and put'em in a blender. You would think it would look like a mess. And it does, but there was a certain beauty in the chaotic combination of looks from Cybertron, Nueva York, Neo-Gotham, The Citadel. To name off a few.

"Wait a second," Sun spoke up. "This is...surprisingly awesome, but...what was the point of what we saw originally up there?"

"Level 1 is for simple living and agriculture." Duncan answered the confused Faunas. "This is Level 2: Progression, commercialism, etc. This is pretty much the biggest mixture of modern cultures I could get. Different versions of the same cultures, included. Anything you want, you'll find here," he ended with a chuckle.

"How many levels are there?" Blake asked.

"Seven," Duncan told the group. "Each one is different, and not all of them are accessible to the public, but they each serve a purpose. Level 1, as I said, was simple living and agriculture. Level 2 is progression and commercialism. Level 3, which will be next, is research & development. Science and hospitals, along with factories for various types of tech. Level 4 is our main base of operations for military. Level 5 is classified Black-Ops, so no going there for now. Level 6 is spiritualism. And lastly, Level 7 is for Multiversers and people they are close with. It's also where my throne is."

"You actually made a throne? You're that egotistical?" Yang laughed.

"Yes? When did you ever think I didn't have a massive ego?"

"Never," everyone else answered for the blonde boxer, to which she nodded in agreement.

"So hurtful," Duncan snickered, before gesturing to the various sites. "Now look around the place! There's quite a bit going on." Duncan pointed toward a large building with a cartoonish bat, holding a newspaper with the name 'Yokai Enquirer' in gothic font. "Oh, there's one of my favorite news industries, the Yokai Enquirer! Seems they have a new issue out...oh, wait. It's the bi-annual reminder edition that the editor is a massive pervert. Gin, you will never learn." Duncan sighed, before Michael looked at him with wide eyes.

"You went to Yokai Academy too?!" the young Multiverser exclaimed.

Duncan looked at him in surprise. "Huh, go figure," he responded, before telepathically asking 'How many?'

At that, Michael's face went bright red. 'Moka, Kurumu, Mizore, Ruby Tojo, Koko, Aghea, Tsurara, Shizuka, Kahlua, and Aqua...'

The King of the Multiversers merely looked at Michael in silent sympathy. 'My condolences.' After that, he pointed out another attraction. "Oh, there's the Space Dust Casino! I won the rights to the name after I beat the previous owner in a game of Black Jack. Very angry little gray man, though. Worse, since he has all those space guns and psychokinesis," he muttered at the end. The description everyone heard was both weird and slightly alarming.

"And there's the Aincraft Main Hub if you want to get your game on," Duncan pointed out, as if his friends didn't hear his previous sentence. The building was a floating, conical structure, with what looked like a castle on the very top. "I think you guys would fit right in Sword Art Online...without a kill switch, thankfully. Took out that function decades ago. And there's other stuff."

"Uh, Michael?" Ruby whispered to said Multiverser, gaining his attention. "What's Sword Art Online?"

"Big virtual reality video game where you mentally enter the game world and...well, adventure. Of course, there was a bit of a problem when the creator trapped all the players in there and turned it into a death game," he answered the young huntress, before a thoughtful expression came upon his face. "Actually...yeah. You guys probably would fit in there well enough."

"Next level!" Duncan announced. In response to his command, the group's hovering transport sped up. Seeing all this highly advanced technology...it was the stuff people always saw in sci-fi novels or movies; hover cars, jet packs, holograms, teleportation devices. These were everyday average appliances here.

Puts things in perspective. People really should focus less on little stuff like political 'who's is bigger' contests, unnecessary conflicts, and boring celebrities, and they'd probably have gotten this shit years ago.

Such is the ignorance of the human race.

Not long afterwards, they found another massive hole. Like first one, it consisted of the transport locking into gears that lowered it into the next level through the shield.

Level 3

Now, where Level 2 was crowded with various people all doing their own things, Level 3 was various companies controlling specific areas. The ones that stood out in this particular area were Sarif Industries, STARR Labs, ATLAS, Fontaine Futuristics, Aperture Science, Stark-Fujikawa, Maliwan...and Man Co. There were obviously many more on this inner-planet.

There was also a Hospital, it appeared to be their current destination. The Logo's name was "St. Jim's Care Facility." Why it was named that, was left to Duncan's knowledge and Duncan's knowledge alone.

"Why are we going to a hospital?" Weiss asked. "There's so many places here! Places that I can steal ideas from to improve the Schnee Company!" The last part was whispered.

"I need to check on a few things," Duncan answered the Schnee Heiress, ignoring her plot for industrial espionage. "I need to make sure some things go smoothly, and check on a few patients. This facility is our main hospital here on Infinitas. You'll find nowhere else that helps any and every debilitating condition. From stubbed toes to some kind of flesh-eating disease, they can all be treated here and with no discrimination...plus free health care, 'cause why not?"

"That's rather generous of you, Duncan," Blake remarked. "Though with that in mind, how do you keep this place going if you do things like give free health care upon entry?"

"Funding the place from my own accounts," he shrugged. "And if that shocks you, the tax is like...I dunno, a nickel? Every other month, per resident? I never really cared. My treasuries hold more than enough to keep all businesses I own in business."

"Treasuries?" Neptune hesitantly asked, remembering when Duncan hired Xiong and the Malachite Twins.

"Later," Duncan waved off, stepping off the hovering vehicle after it landed. The group followed suite into the sliding doors of the hospital and into the relaxing sight of the reception desk.

Coming Duncan's way was a man with dark hair and steely blue eyes that held...something predatory. He wore a lab-coat, but there was something Michael thought he recognized in the man's appearance.

"Ah, Verser," the man greeted. "I was wondering when you'd get here. I was dropping off the updated cure to DX-1118 C. It adapted again, easy to fix. Oh, and Dr. Rosemary said the B&B's were wondering if you were coming to visit."

"Thanks, Alex," Duncan said to him before turning to the group to introduce them. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Dr. Alex Mercer, head of biological disease research."

"Mercer?!" Michael exclaimed in recognition, preparing Equinox for intense and destructive combat of epic proportions. "You have this psychopath as the head of bio-disease research?! ARE YOU REALLY THAT CRAZY?!"

Until Mercer raised a hand to stop him. "Please don't. I am well aware of my reputation, but I really have no desire to kill or infect people any longer. I've paid my dues, laid my past to rest, and would like to put what I know back into the pursuit of knowledge. Forced evolution's boring, as it turns out."

"Wait, why was Michael about to unleash righteous fury on this guy?" Yang asked, pointing to Alex Mercer.

"I unleashed a biological apocalypse on the city of New York. Twice. The first time was the original me out of spite, the second was me out of a lack of hope for mankind. Both times killed millions of people, but the second time I intended to force evolution on the world," Mercer answered her, the answer leaving a look of horror on RWBY, JNPR, Sun and Neptune's faces. "I met Duncan before my plans could be halted and came to the conclusion it'd be better to put my talents to use here. I rather enjoy it, actually. So, your friend did have reason to try and obliterate me."

"You're rather calm for a scary mother-fucker," Neptune noted, sweating as he stared at Mercer.

"Do the stuff I did and you start to get de-sensitized to things like this," Alex answered with a shrug before turning back to Duncan. "Like I said. Dr. Rosemary wanted to let you know the B&B's were asking after you. I'm going to head over to Fontaine Futuristics. They said they had ideas for merging plasmid properties to Blacklight. I'm interested in the concept. I'll send you the report later," he said before leaving the building.

"Oh, and how's Dana, if I may ask?" Duncan called out to Mercer.

"Still better off thinking I'm dead, last I checked." Alex sarcastically replied, before he was out of sight.

"Before you even say anything," Duncan immediately said, holding up a finger to Michael as he was about to start a tirade. "Yes, he did kill people. Millions of people. And yes, he is in charge of my bio-weapons research. And yes, I am slightly crazy. But he also researches ways to cure new diseases, his own bio-weapons, and constantly updates the cure to Blacklight as the virus evolves. Among other things. So, on with the tour..." Verser gestured deeper into the hospital.

Michael looked like he was about to explode, before the avatar of Akima popped up next to him. "Let it go, Michael," she stated. "You don't have to like the guy, but at least accept that you have to work with him."

"Duncan has a known psychopath working for him," the Multiverser stated. "I know he's all about doing bad things for the greater good- something I'm trying to get him to ease up on significantly- but stuff like this is just pushing it."

"Well, you know the saying: Offer one hand, but arm the other. If he does try anything...I'm sure Duncan wouldn't mind if we roughed Mercer up a bit."

And like that, she disappeared, leaving Michael to grumble about his teacher/friend. "I swear, of all the- wait a minute," Michael trailed off. "Hey, Duncan! Does this place include mental health care?"

"Obviously," Duncan answered. "Why do you ask?"

Without answering, Michael opened up a portal in the middle of the room. "I'll be right back!" he called out as he jumped through.

As the portal continued to pulsate, Ruby asked "What do you think he's doing?"

"If I had to guess," Duncan replied," I'd probably say getting someone who needs some help."

"Yeah, but who?"

Sun's question was answered a few seconds later, as the portal flashed brightly, forcing everyone to cover their eyes. When they opened them again, they found themselves face to face with a large group of people. To be more precise, Japanese high school students. Duncan was able to tell that by their school uniforms.

Many among the group started heaving onto the floor, while a few of them ran for the trashcans. "Sorry about that, gang," Michael chuckled. "I understand that teleporting across dimensions can be a bit rough for first timers."

One of the few by the trashcan- a large guy with a shaved head and a scar above his left eyebrow- glared at him and groaned "Fuck off, asshole~ Oh, Kami, why?"

"Love you too, Shogo-kun!" Michael playfully said back.

"U-Um, Michael?" one of the girls asked. "Who are these people?" At that moment, the others tensed up as they noticed the citizens of Vale and Haven. Tensed up, ready to fight if need be.

"That's something I'd like to know myself, actually," Duncan responded.

With a sigh, Michael said "It's okay, guys. I can vouch for them. They're not going to hurt any of you." They seemed to relax at that, though a few kept their guards up just in case. "As for who they are...Battle Royale."

Duncan immediately tensed before nodding in understanding. He turned to one of the nurses nearby and beckoned her over. A couple whispers and gesturing to the newcomers and it ended with the nurse nodding and grabbing some papers from the front desk before approaching the group affected by Battle Royale.

"Thanks, Dunc. I appreciate this," Michael said gratefully.

"M-Michael?"

Looking at one of the girls- an ordinary looking girl about 15 years old, with hair in a bob cut style reaching down to her shoulders, full lips, well defined eyebrows, and a cute little nose- Michael smiled warmly before holding her close. "It's okay, Noriko-chan. I promise, these guys are okay. Besides, I'll be here with you guys every step of the way."

Though a bit reluctant, she smiled softly and nodded her head. Michael then created a double of himself, who joined the rest of them as they were led down the hall the others were heading toward. Noticing Duncan's anger, Blake asked "Do I even want to know what this Battle Royale is?"

"...One of the worst examples of human behavior I've ever known," Duncan coldly answered. "Remind me to go to that dimension and kill the ones responsible for that shit show."

"You know, I think that's one of the few times I'd actually let you do something like that," Michael calmly stated.

"Okaaaay, I think that's enough darkness for right now," Yang stated. "I believe Duncan was taking us to see somebody?"

"Yeah, let's do that," Duncan agreed. "Alex mentioned Rosemary and the B&B's? That'd be perfect. I wanted to check in on them, anyways."

"Who are the B&B's?" Michael asked.

"Ever play Metal Gear Solid 4?" his mentor asked, and began judging him after seeing him shake his head 'no'. "The 'Beauty and the Beast Corps.' They were a group of...specialists, in Liquid Snake's Insurrection. Not by choice, but they couldn't complain. As in, 'had no capability to complain.' I'll let you see why in a couple minutes."

Duncan guided the group to 'Mental Care'. Though they only glanced at some of the other wings, what they saw did seem impressive...especially to those who actually understood what wing did which for what. But soon, Duncan led them to a room that dark-haired woman, with her hair parted over her right eye, and wearing a sweater, was exiting. She smiled once she noticed Duncan.

"Duncan! I was wondering where you were," she greeted.

"Yeah, Alex told me before leaving. Good to see you," Duncan said to her. "How's Jack and John?"

"Jack's out taking John around. Had to emphasize 'No sword practice,' but I think they got the message."

"That's great. The girls were asking for me, if I'm not mistaken?" Duncan clarified, gesturing to the visitors from Remnant. "Are they able to be around a group this big yet?"

"Yes, they can. Not for too long, but 45 minutes is safe now," she answered. "Who are your friends, if I may ask?"

"Where are my manners? Rose, I'd like you to meet Michael Verser, Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long, Jaune Arc, Pyrrha Nikos, Nora Valkyrie, Lie Ren, Sun Wukong, and Neptune Vasilias," Duncan said, pointing to each one of his friends. "Everyone, this is Rosemary. She's one of my best psychological care experts."

"Charmed to meet you," Neptune interrupted. "So...what do you do outside of work?"

"Oh, nothing much. Reading, writing, playing with my nine year old son, or enjoying romantic evenings with my cyborg ninja husband," Rose teased the now paling Huntsman. "Basic things."

"Okay, that was funny," Michael chuckled.

"Indeed," Duncan said as he put away his phone, having just taken a picture of Neptune's face.

"Now, I'll let you guys in. But be gentle," Rose emphasized, looking stern. "These four have been through a lot. They might be a lot better now, but that doesn't mean they're not fragile. PTSD's a horrible thing, and these girls have gone through more than most...so be mindful of how you act," she reminded, before opening the door for them all.

Inside the simple, but homey, room were four women in gray, skin tight, body suits. One had short platinum blonde hair, looked Scandinavian, and was holding herself in a chair, though she appeared to be the most relaxed of them.

The second was a Southern Asian girl with black hair in a ponytail. She looked tense, like she was trying to keep herself from lashing out.

The third was a dark-skinned girl with long hair who seemed to be the most distraught. She was curled up in a ball in her chair, a few sobs every few moments.

And lastly was a women with very short-cropped black hair. She seemed calm, but there was an almost dead look in her eye. Like she wasn't all there.

All four of them noticed the new visitors and tensed, but relaxed upon seeing Duncan.

"Hi girls. Heard you were wondering where I was," Duncan greeted, smiling warmly at the patients. "I was showing some friends of mine around and thought you'd like to meet them."

"Ha! I-I mean, hi," the first girl stuttered.

"Guys and gals, I'd like you to meet Ursula, Sirena, Selena, and Esperanza," Duncan said, listing each of them off. The girl with white hair was Ursula. The girl with the ponytail, Sirena. The dark skinned one, Selena. And the girl with short cropped hair was Esperanza. "They're friends of mine that we've been trying to help for a while."

"What happened to them?" Michael asked, making each of the girls tense up.

"Michael!" Duncan and Rosemary reprimanded the young Multiverser, causing him to cringe away.

"S-Sorry! I-I didn't mean- *sigh* I-I'm sorry, I kinda have a tendency to speak before I think," Michael apologized. "Which is especially bad in this case, seeing as- you know what, I'm just going to shut up right now, before I put my foot in my mouth. And get my ass kicked for it. Again," he finished, head hanging in slight depression and causing him to not see half of the four chuckling at the display.

Duncan simply shook his head at his fellow Multiverser. "Yeah, they don't like talking about it. I'll tell you later, but it was bad. Very bad. They each went through things little girls should never go through...and ended up where I met them."

"Duncan managed to save them and bring them here," Rosemary explained. "Once we were able to stabilize physical conditions for them so that they wouldn't...expire outside of their mechanical suits, we began tri-weekly therapy sessions for the past two years."

"Oh..." Blake whispered, looking at the four after hearing the word 'expire'. She was not a dumb girl. From what she heard, was told, and had seen, she inferred that these girls went through intensely traumatic incidents, were then used as weapons, and were intended to only be used as weapons...no other life besides that was to be allowed for them.

Scary, as that actually was right on the money.

"So, now that that's out of the way," Duncan began. "How are you four doing?"

"I, um, can laugh a little bit again," Ursula told him. "A-and it won't sound scary."

"It's been two weeks since I had an episode," Sirena said, still tense but not as much as before. "I'm afraid I'll have another one soon, but...I'm glad."

"That's great, you two," Duncan congratulated, turning to the remaining two. "And how about you Selena?"

"I've *sob*, um, I'm getting nightmares again," she said, shaking. "Mrs. Rosemary's been, *sob*, trying to help, but..."

"I understand. We'll help make the nightmares go away," Duncan said, raising up a hand. It was a surreal sight. They'd all seen Duncan act crazy, goofy, dementedly, and excessively violently...but they never thought he'd be this gentle.

It gave Michael hope at being able to fix Duncan.

"Esperanza? You wanna talk yet?" Duncan asked.

The last girl simply kept staring off into space before slowly shaking her head 'no' once.

Duncan sighed, expecting that answer. "I thought so. Hoped not, but thought so."

"Why'd you think that'd be her answer?" Sun asked.

"Not now, Sun. I think it'd be best if we continue the tour," he told Sun, before a second Duncan appeared. "I'll just leave another me here to keep them company."

The group nodded, leaving the room. Once they were a safe distance away from the door, Weiss asked what they all wanted to know.

"What happened to them?"

"They were known as the 'Beauty and the Beast Corps.' Due to their fragile beauty on the inside...and their ferocious, beast-like nature on the outside when on the battlefield. Each of those girls went through war-induced tragedies as children before turning to war as their only outlet," Duncan told them. "Ursula's village was ransacked by another village that religiously believed hers was evil. She was forced to kill her family, friends, and everyone she had known, and laugh while she did so. Later, she became 'Laughing Octopus', the B&B stealth specialist.

"Sirena was captured by soldiers, along with other kids and put in cages before they left them there...ravens came and began...eating. She was the only survivor. She hunted down the soldiers, found them while they were asleep, and took revenge. They had hostages, too...but she could no longer tell the difference. She kept cawing like a raven in her rage, thus the name 'Raging Raven', the B&B demolitions expert.

"Selena is a survivor of an ethnic cleansing raid...she and her infant brother escaped, and found refuge in a broken down shack, but came nightfall, the raiders were there. Her brother started crying...and she had to keep him quiet until they left. She didn't know how tight she was at the time. After that, she found shelter at a refugee camp. Crying babies were there, lots of them. She began hallucinating, seeing a wolf on the hunt. She cried, trying to stop it...but it was her the whole time, unable to stop crying. By the time the raiders found the camp, she had made their jobs easier...and she was still crying, believing the wolf did it. 'Crying Wolf', the B&B sniper.

"And lastly, Esperanza; 'Screaming Mantis'. The psychokinetic specialist and 'leader' of the group." Duncan began, looking ashamed. "Her village was attacked and burned to the ground. She found shelter in a basement, but found out too late that it was a makeshift torture room. She couldn't leave or she'd die...so she stayed, listening to the screams of her village. Soldiers found out she was there, and kept her inside...that's when she saw the mantis."

"The Mantis?" Pyrrha asked, guessing what that meant.

"Yes, a hallucination," Duncan nodded. "You know what female praying mantis' do to their mates, right?" And that was when Jaune lost his lunch. "As an adult, she was subjected to a treatment to rip out her psyche and replace it with a dead man's mind; Psycho Mantis, a psychokinesis master. He's dead again, now, but..."

Michael, who was shaking in rage throughout the explanation, couldn't take it anymore and grabbed Duncan by his jacket. "Go back and change it!" Michael roared. "This isn't right! If we're as powerful as you've told me, go change it!"

All Duncan could do was look down remorsefully. "He won't let me."

"...What?"

"...Our master won't let me."

He let go of Duncan, unable to process what was just said. "...Why?"

"Because he is as cruel and unreasonable as he is kind and forgiving," Duncan told them. "Sometimes suffering is okay in his eyes. And... If I ever disobey him again, he'll reset all my work."

"Wait, reset?" Yang asked, wide eyed. "What does that mean?"

"Everything I've ever done? He'll erase it, set it back to zero. And I'd have to restart," Duncan told them. "And if I were to fight back, I could possibly win...but the result would still be cataclysmic to existence. So I obey." Even a dead dog could tell that last part was said with contempt.

"I...don't know what to say," Michael said.

"Let's just get our minds off it by seeing incredibly excessive amounts of weaponry, armies, and combat exercises."

"I can get behind that," Ruby said, starting to perk up.

"Oh yeah!" Nora exclaimed. "Now we're talking my language!"

Ren couldn't help but sigh as the pink grenadier charged off, following close behind. The others decided to follow suit, if only to take their minds off of thoughts of what they were just talking about.

However, before rejoining the others, Michael looked back to where they came from. Weighing the pros and cons of what he was going to do next, he returned to where the B&B's were, with Duncan's double talking with them.

"And by that point, Michael was scratching himself so hard I thought he was gonna..." he trailed off, taking notice that I was here. Ursula, Sirena, Selena, and Esperanza each took notice as well, each tensing up a bit. "Not that I don't really mind, but what are you doing here, Mikey?"

A moment of silence. Followed by Michael exhaling. "I really am sorry for what I said," he began. "I'm sorry I accidentally brought up a subject none of you are exactly comfortable in talking about...what you all went through...I just want you to know that I know what you're going through." That got the attention of everyone in the room, Duncan especially.

"I know what it's like to experience something so traumatic that...that you just, shut yourself away from the world," Michael solemnly continued. "I know what it's like to...to experience death, in a way you can never forget. So...if I'm ever in the neighborhood, and any of you need someone to talk to...well, consider me a private diary," he ended with a light smile.

That got the others to smile at the kind gesture, earning a few nods. Duncan himself could only shake his head at the soft smile that Selena gave to Michael's kind gesture. But what came as a surprise to the others was when Michael turned to leave...

"Thank you..."

Everyone turned to the source of the quiet voice, most of them stunned. Looking at Michael, Esperanza gave the faintest of smiles. Michael returned the smile, then headed out to catch up to the others.

"Months of attempted progress, and one visit from him got her to talk," Rosemary said incredulously. "There's something weird about that guy, Duncan."

Duncan, however, was chuckling to himself as he watched his friend run down the hall, narrowly preventing himself from crashing into a rolling cabinet of medications and earning the wrath of the doctor pushing it. "Yeah, I know" the King responded. "He's got something...that makes me just want to bet on him..."

Level 4

Imagine, if you will, an army. An army without borders, nor end. An army that consisted of endless men, women, machines, aliens, demons, angels, Gods, spirits, Dragons, etc.

Imagine an army like that, and that it was led by Duncan. And housed here, on this planet.

High up on their hovering transport, the group were quickly returned to awe as they saw this legion. Michael himself could identify quite a few things that made up what they saw.

Tanks and troop transports going to and fro. M12LRV "Warthogs" maneuvering on practice fields. Mako, Hammerhead, and Grizzly tanks firing on practice ranges, while soldiers went through their drills.

SPARTAN Generations 1-4, Krogan, Geth, Turian, Quarians, Terminators, Cyborg-Ninjas, Metal Gears, Soldiers from different eras of Human history, Yokai, the list was endless...

And he was a part of this now.

"Holy...fucking...shit..." Michael drawled out as they passed by a fleet of Megazords. "You actually have a freaking army..."

"Told ya I did," Duncan replied offhandedly.

Looking out to the side, Ruby suddenly pressed her face to the glass as her eyes lit up with stars. "Oooooooh! What is that what is that what is that?!"

What Ruby was looking at was an enormous railway gun. One of several, kept together in a neat little line. Michael felt his jaw hit the floor as he saw the series of guns. "A-Are those...?"

"Schwerer Gustavs, my good sir," Duncan confirmed. "A whole fleet of them. I mean, why have one big gun, when you can have a whole lot of them?"

"..." No words. They had none.

"Wow," Jaune said in awe, imaging himself as a part of the force seen below him. "This is just...I never really thought about it before, but this...this is actually happening. You are literally a god, Duncan."

"I prefer the title 'King,' thank you," Duncan replied. "The title of 'God' goes to Michael's good friend LaTrell."

"Hey, how was I supposed to know turning him into a Multiverser would give him a God Complex?!"

"Me?" Duncan told his student.

"… Touché."

The others stared wide-eyed at the exchange. "Uh, how many Multiversers are there, exactly?" Weiss asked.

"Six, counting myself," Duncan answered. "There's me and Michael, who I personally turned into a Multiverser; then there's Adam, he's pretty much my shadow operative, and a close friend of Mikey; then LaTrell, probably one of the most powerful- and overconfident- of us; there's also Nick, currently the weakest- and resourceful- of all of us; and finally, there's Prime Death, the second most powerful of us and the Aspect of Death."

"I beat he's all sunshine and rainbows, then," Yang said with a sarcastic smirk.

"Prime's actually an okay guy, once you get to know him," said Michael, earning him a few odd looks from the visitors from Remnant. "Long story short, Prime helped me out during a time when I was pretty weakened, trained me to get stronger, and became a good friend and mentor to me. He's also the most well-mannered out of all of us."

"Wait, Aspect?" Ren inquired.

"Yeah, an Aspect of the Multiverse," Duncan said. "Nearly all of us represent something in the Multiverse: Prime represents Death; I represent Chaos; Adam, Time; and LaTrell, Power."

"So what's Michael's Aspect?" Ruby asked.

"I don't have one," Michael answered. "At least, I haven't discovered my Aspect yet. Though I am curious to see what I represent. Maybe it's 'Badasserry?'"

"Doubt it," Duncan immediately said.

"Ass."

"I know."

"IS THAT A GIANT ROBOT?!" Nora exclaimed in excitement. Now everyone had their faces pressed against the window. Sure enough, not too far away, a giant robot was walking along a tarmac. It resembled something one might've found from an old American sci-fi comic, with giant energy canons in each arm.

"That, my dear miss Valkyrie, is Liberty Prime," Duncan answered with a smile. "A little something I picked up during my travels, retrofitted to suit my needs in this army."

"I wouldn't call that a 'little' something, Duncan," Blake said in awe.

Michael scoffed. "Compared to Raging Beauty, that thing may as well be an ant."

That got the others' attention. "Raging Beauty?" Sun asked.

"My personal Jaeger, with Adam as my co-pilot," Michael answered. "About twice the size of the 'Yokai Inquirer' building, she's a walking talking mecha of mass destruction. To my enemies, anyway."

Duncan simply stared at Michael. "Pacific Rim?"

"Oh, yeah."

"You're bringing them here ASAP. Getting back to Liberty Prime (who can, by the way, throw miniature nuclear missiles like footballs, so suck it)," Duncan continued, savoring Michael's face at how awesome that actually sounds, "I just remembered I'm expecting a report on the Fallout world."

"And that would be my queue, I believe," said a new, filtered voice. The sound of metal thumping like footsteps drew everyone's attention.

Obviously a man, he was wearing bulky, steel armor. The helmet looked like a mix between a knight's helmet and a gas mask. A symbol of a sword, lion, and wings was on his shoulder. Michael had to guess the Fallout world, so this was Power Armor.

Once the newcomer reached them, he removed his helmet, revealing his sandy-blonde hair and scarred young face and eyes of steely blue.

"Sentinel Ezekiel Lyons reporting in, sir," he said, saluting Duncan.

"God, you are just as professional as your Grandma," he chuckled. "Good to see you, though."

"I just prefer taking care of all my duties, sir," Ezekiel shrugged. "I have a report from the Mojave Wasteland, as it stands."

"Give to me," Duncan responded, going professional.

"Vegas itself is fine, as is the surrounding area. The Sierra Madre's been completely purged of the Ghost People, and the cleaning has begun well. Zion Valley still remains peaceful, thanks to the Dead Horses. The Big MT reports all things going as usual." Ezekiel told him, before hesitating. "But..."

"I don't like the sound of that 'but', given what place is last," Duncan growled.

"There was a 45 minute loss of power in the Sercuritrons patrolling The Divide," Ezekiel sighed. "Auto-Repair functions fixed them up eventually, but we have no idea what caused it in the first place. The Marked Men don't use EMP-based weaponry...and even then, they've almost killed each other at this point."

"Ulysses?"

"He was the one dropping off the report to me. He had just got back from another delivery before returning to that place and found them deactivated." Ezekiel answered. "He may be old, but he's a stubborn bastard to still walk that nightmare and the whole Mojave Desert."

"Uh, can I cut in?" Weiss interrupted. "What's this 'Divide' place? The other places sound...normal enough, but this place sounds...ominous."

"It's hell on Earth," Ezekiel answered the Schnee Heiress.

"It's better to not know the details," Duncan added. "It was my fault. I wanted to prevent it, or at least lessen the inevitable damage, but Master ordered me to let it happen as it would...not too proud to have been 'The Courier' that day."

Michael looked down, grimly whispering "So this is what he meant..."

"Michael?"

Shaking his head, he answered "Sorry, Jaune. Just...thinking about something someone once told me...and starting to see some truth in it..."

The atmosphere became a bit tense at that. "Yeah, so, I'm gonna go and watch the giant robot throw nukes like sports balls, now," Neptune interjected, pointing to Liberty Prime's testing area. "Anyone wants to join me, I'll be there."

Obviously, the rest of the group minus Duncan and Lyons went to see the fireworks, leaving the soldier and his commanding officer alone.

"So," Duncan began, breaking the ice. "How are the kids?"

"Fine," Ezekiel answered. "Still wondering why you look so young, Grandpa."

"Zeki..." Duncan sighed, knowing where this was heading.

"It's been 25 years since Grandma died, Gramps," the Sentinel continued. "And the other grandmothers, too...and you went back into adventuring...are you ever going to rest?"

"Sarah and the others said to never stop fighting for what I believed in, even if they were gone," Duncan responded to his grandson. "Until I know that the people I've sworn to protect, all of existence, will be fine without me, then I'll rest...until then, I ain't aging a day over 30, sonny boy."

"*Sigh* I understand," Ezekiel told him, before perking himself back up. "Well, I better get back to the Pride. Can't let them think I want them to relax, now can I?"

"Yeah, that'd be out of character for you," Duncan chuckled.

Level 5

*Due to the nature of Level 5, this segment is now Classified until further notice. Proceed to Level 6.*

Level 6

"Holy crap!" Yang exclaimed, eyes wide as the group's transport traveled through the tunnel to Level 6. "That was awesome!"

"I didn't know sharks could do that," Sun added.

"Never tell anyone," Duncan ordered them all, before they said anything else out loud in front of the readers.

"I knew it," Michael muttered for the millionth time. "You really are fucking insane. And I am so damn glad we're on the same side."

"Ditto," Jaune nodded dumbly.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you guys," Duncan gushed. "Anyway, we're almost here."

"So, what's next on our tour, oh insane one?" Michael asked sarcastically.

"I'm so glad you asked, Michael," the King of the Multiversers replied. "Next stop...Level 6." As he said this, their transport was nearing a light at the end of the tunnel. What the others saw at the end...left them in utter awe.

Before them was a vast cherry blossom forest, the trees towering high above the ground. This was especially evidenced by the towering, Japanese-styled buildings interspersed throughout the visible area.

Far below, one could make out several other areas as the people went to and fro: meditative Zen gardens; rushing, shallow rivers and placid ponds and lakes; dojos throughout the forest, where people trained themselves to their limits.

But what was truly amazing was the wildlife. There seemed to be countless different species traveling the sea of pink leaves. Even dragons could be seen in the forest, a few sharing drinks of sake with some of the people and laughing merrily.

The most important part to take notice, though...was an overwhelming sense of inner peace, matched only by the beauty of the land before them.

"...I like this place," Ren said, speaking for the first time during the trip. "Don't know why, I just do."

"Ditto," Blake agreed.

"This is our spiritual center here on Terra Infinitas," Duncan began, arms spread wide at the scene. "I felt a Japanese style suited it most, so that's what I went with. Here you'll find the perfect place to meditate, train martial arts, sword play, blacksmithing, libraries, and the mystic arts...I'm quite fond of it, as surprising as that may be to you. It's also where we're getting off now."

"What about Level 7?" Ruby asked.

"Have to enter on foot," Duncan replied. "The security for the entrance there is the second most fortified place on Terra Infinitas, as that's where the Multiversers reside here. And on another note; Michael, I'd like you to hand her over."

"What? Who?" Michael asked, confused.

"Hand her over."

His student's eyes widened in realization, before he hesitantly pulled out the broken forms of Avalon and Masamune.

"What happened to those?" Sun asked. "I mean, didn't some Antiverser guy just, scratch, the blade?"

"The Antiverser broke the first version of her, which is this one," Michael answered grimly. "And then another psychopath shattered her everywhere else I reside."

"I'll reforge her myself, Michael," Duncan said, reassuring his friend. "This place is perfect for the reforging of a spirited blade. It may take a while, but she'll be more powerful than ever. I have some ideas on how to help her, and make her unbreakable. One of which is your blood right now," he added quickly, pulling out a needle and immediately drawing said blood from Michael's arm.

"OW! You sonuva bitch!"

"It's to increase your connection to Masamune," Duncan explained. "It'll help her draw on you to strengthen herself. Now, if you'll excuse this new copy of me," he added, a new Duncan wearing a black and red yukata appeared, holding Masamune andAvalon, "is going to go bring the spirit of this blade back," he said, before walking away.

"Great, now I'm without a sword," Michael sighed, looking downwards. Ruby rubbed his shoulder in understanding and support.

"Not for long," Duncan interjected, looking proud of himself. "I've got one for you. Just finished it last night and I think you'll like him."

"Him?" the group asked simultaneously.

"[Why do they always have to ask the same question all at once?]"

"..."

"...Duncan?" Yang began.

"Yes?"

"Did your left hand just talk?"

"[Yes, I did]" Duncan's hand said, the image of a red jewel appearing on top of it, flashing alongside the speech. "[And if anyone makes a masturbation joke, someone's gonna die.]"

"Mind explaining why your hand seems to be sentient?" Weiss asked, staring at the self-aware appendage. "And violent- actually, that part sounds normal enough."

"[Yeah, nice to meet you, too]" the hand snorted(?), before the whole forearm changed, revealing a silver, vicious-looking gauntlet with a blood red jewel on top of the hand.

"Oh yeah, I never actually introduced any of you guys top him," Duncan said, slapping himself on the forehead upon remembering. "I'd like you to meet my partner; Ddraig."

"Yeah, you used that thing on me the first day we met," Michael remembered. "Where have I heard that name, though?"

"[Allow me to try and jog your memory, as well as tell you of my new title,]" Ddraig said, clearing his nonexistent throat. "[I was the Welsh Dragon, the Red Dragon Emperor, one of the Two Heavenly Dragons, Ddraig! I am now the Supreme Dragon! The True God-Inquisitor of Chrome Dragon!]"

"Oh yeah!" Michael said, slapping his forehead. "The Oppai Dragon!"

"[...]"

"..."

"...What's an Oppai Dragon?" Ruby asked.

*PLAY: Bleach OST 3: Comical World*

"[LEMME AT HIM! LEMME AT THAT LITTLE SHIT!]" Ddraig roared, forcing Duncan to hold back his left arm from ripping into Michael's surprised (and yet extremely humored) face. "[I JUST WANNA SHRED HIS FACE INTO ITTY BITTY PIECES OF HAMBURGER MEAT! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!]"

"Whatever it is, I don't think he likes it," Yang deadpanned, answering Ruby.

"Oppai is the Japanese term for big breasts," Michael answered, making the girls red in the face. "So I guess an English variation for Ddraig's title would be the Breast Dragon."

"[DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!]"

"How did he end up being called that?" Sun asked, barely keeping his laughter contained.

"His original partner was the most perverted teenager you'd ever meet, with a massive fixation on breasts," Michael answered. "So much so, that he was eventually referred to as the 'Oppai Dragon Emperor.' Of course, that resulted in Ddraig being called the 'Oppai Dragon.'" Sun and Neptune finally let loose their laughter, along with many of the others.

"[I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU IN YOUR SLEEP!]"

Duncan cleared his throat. "Anyway-"

"[I WILL NOT BE SILENCED! I-]"

"ANYWAYS!" Duncan said, muting and suppressing Ddraig for the time being. "We have one last stop before I let you guys loose on the place for the day. And that's my castle."

"The ego is real," Neptune drawled.

"Yeah, it really is," Sun agreed with his friend.

*END: Bleach OST 3: Comical World*

20 Minutes Later...

"So, a platform in the middle of an extravagant temple?" Blake asked, looking at the lavish structure. "That's the entrance to Level 7?"

"Yes," Duncan answered simply, continuing the walk forward into the temple.

"Just checking."

"At least the overcompensation is consistent." Sun snickered to Neptune.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Duncan asked, permeating a dark aura as his eyes changed into draconian slits.

"NOTHING!" the two hunters answered.

"Good," Duncan smiled, as if nothing happened.

Inside the small temple, it was a far cry from the outside. Much more simple and Spartan than the exterior. The only noticeable feature was the large circle in the middle of the floor: the Omega symbol, with a smaller Alpha symbol inside, was displayed in its' center.

"Well, if you would all just step into the center?" Duncan asked, gesturing to the circle. Once everyone was standing on it, [Master Gear], the gauntlet that Ddraig inhabited, appeared, and he stabbed a finger into his hand. A small drop of blood fell onto the ground, and the symbol on the ground glowed.

And then it descended...

Level 7

Black. That was all they could see for a few pregnant moments, as this elevator went down. But once it was done, they once again were awed at the sight.

A massive villa made of silver. Water-ways that acted like roads, similar to the city of Venice. Only instead of water, it was like outer space was liquefied and poured into the currents keeping gondolas afloat. A myriad of towering structures dotted the outer walls, depicting the visages of great heroes, past and present, fiction and nonfiction. And floating buildings where ever there was no longer any room at ground level.

Then the main building, a great mansion, designed in a gothic style. All in all, it seemed out of place with the rest of the sight. But at the same time, it fit.

"This section of Level 7 is my domain," Duncan explained. "Technically, it's to belong to the King of the Multiversers, but I'm him. And there's currently no candidate to replace me when I decide to step down."

"I like the place," Weiss spoke out, admiring the villa. "It just looks...elegant. Romantic, even."

"Why would you say that?" Michael asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because if I see something that looks breath-taking, I'm not afraid to admit it!" the Schnee Heiress roared, surprising Michael.

"Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a- Hey! Watch what you're doing with that rapier!" he yelled in pain, feeling the righteous force of feminine fury once again.

"Ah, the simple pleasures in life," Duncan smiled, continuing to row. "Just watching people say stupid things to the wrong people and getting exactly what they deserve. Priceless."

The others couldn't help but agree, laughing and/or giggling at the scene.

Ten minutes later, and the group reached the estate. The massive steel doors opened, welcoming their master and his guests home. The inside held a...different kind of weirdness. It was as bizarre as everything else they had seen thus far, but at the same time it was comfortable. A mixture of futuristic and Victorian-era designs, plus tiny waterways from outside lining the hallways at the floor.

"Ah, welcome back, sir," a British voice greeted. "Just in time. I had picked up the item you requested."

The group turned to see an elderly gentleman, holding a long black briefcase. The picture perfect butler. Well-dressed attire, monocle, slicked back hair, and the look of a veteran. The veteran look came from his work during earlier years, and every now and again as he is now; Vampire Hunting.

"Walter C. Dornez?!" Michael exclaimed. "You have Hellsing's Vampire-Hunting Butler- one of the most badass butlers in existence- working for you?! Oh, who am I kidding, of course you do!"

"I work for Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing," Walter corrected the shocked young man turned demi-god. "But I do help around the estate here, whenever we decide to work away from home."

"Who is he, exactly?" Pyrrha asked for the whole group.

"As the young sir mentioned, my name is Walter C. Dornez," he began, bowing slightly. "Ex-Vampire Hunter, and butler to the Hellsing Organization. Mr. Verser, as he is called here, and I work together for Sir Integra."

"...How exactly does Duncan work for her?" Michael hesitantly asked.

Duncan merely chuckled, showing teeth. Fanged teeth. And his eyes turned blood red. Michael simply shivered in fear, having figured out exactly who Duncan had become in the Hellsing world. "Oh, that reminds me," Duncan said as he returned to normal, "Did you ever go there?"

Shaking himself from his stupor, Michael nodded. "Yeah."

"Nice," the King smiled. "Anything interesting happen?"

At that, Michael's head hung low, hiding the blush that turned his face crimson. "Yes. I learned many things no man should ever know." 'Like how Integra likes to use handcuffs...' he continued telepathically.'It doesn't help that Seras actually encourages those sessions, either.'

Duncan merely stared at him. Not doing anything.

And proceeded to laugh his ass off, rolling on the ground as Michael was held back by Walter. The others merely looked at Duncan with worry, thinking he was experiencing a bout of insanity.

A few minutes later, Duncan finally calmed down as he wiped tears from his eyes. 'Oh man, I can't believe-'

'Drop it, Verser,' Michael growled. Duncan was kind enough to let his protege off the hook.

This time.

"As I said," Walter continued, holding up the briefcase and clicking the locks up, "the item you wanted brought up from the armory."

The case held a pure white Chinese falchion. The blade was pure white, to the point it almost glowed. The hilt was silver, gold and black wrapping , with a pommel stylized to look like a dragon's claw. And where the blade and hilt connected was a silver-gold jewel, shining in the light. Feather-like etchings pointing upwards surrounded the gem.

"That looks so cool!" Ruby exclaimed, the open weapon fanatic in her trembling.

"What's this?" Michael asked, looking at the sword.

"This," Duncan said, gesturing to the sword, "is your new sword."

Michael looked up in surprise. "Mine?"

"Yes, yours," Duncan sighed, rolling his eyes. "I said I had a blade for you while Masamune and Avalon are being reforged. This is it."

"Really?" Michael looked hesitant. "I'm usually a Japanese sword kind of guy."

"Just take him, already."

"Will you please elaborate as to how this is a 'he' anytime soon?" Michael asked, picking up the sword.

"{That would be because I'm in here,}" the sword said, the gem flashing with each word.

"It talks too!?" Michael asked/exclaimed, reeling back in shock

"{Verser, didn't you introduce him to Ddraig?}" the sword asked. "{I was hoping he'd be less...}"

"Overdramatic with his reaction?"

"{That's correct.}"

"Wait..." Michael said, eyes narrowing in thought. "Ddraig earlier, talking sword with glowy gem..." His eyes widened in shock, as the gears in his head clicked into place. "A Sacred Gear?! With a Dragon in it?!"

"{I'm not one of the Sacred Gears created by that specific biblical God, no,}" the sword corrected. "{My gear is artificial, created by Verser. My soul came from another world.}"

"Who are you then?" Michael asked, looking excited.

"{You now possess the sword [Aura Radiance] of the [Twin Dragon Blades],}" the Dragon told him. "{And I am the White Dragon King; Weisslogia.}"

Now, it can be said that since meeting Duncan, Teams RWBY and JNPR have seen some pretty weird, reality-defying things. And now they can claim to have seen a person's jaw literally crash through the floor, crash through the ceiling, and right on top of a person's head. All before returning to its original spot.

"W-Weisslogia...from the Fairy Tail universe?" Michael slowly asked.

"{The very same,}" the White Dragon answered. "{Duncan brought my soul- along with the souls of the other five dragons- into this realm upon the end of our time in our own world. Since then, while watching over our respective adoptive children, we've been living here on Level 6, until it would be our time to return into battle.}"

The others were shocked at what was being said. A dragon from another world, one of several, had been brought here by Duncan. And said dragon was now residing in Michael's new sword.

That was truly the moment it hit home to everyone that they had stepped into a world far larger than they could've imagined.

"W-Whoa," the Multiverser breathed out. Turning to face Duncan, he asked "And you're giving him to me?"

"I don't see why not. Plus, I think he's the best choice for a partner for you, given your personality."

"{I just hope you're more sane than Verser is.}"

Michael stared at the sword- and his new partner- with half-lidded eyes. "Practically everyone is saner than Duncan, Weisslogia."

"{Fair point- Wait...what is this?}"

"Hmm?"

"{I can sense a unique light amongst the countless inside of you,}" Weisslogia stated. "{It's as though it was crafted from your own light...and it is badly hurt.}"

Michael's face scrunched up at that. "That would be Masamune-chan," he answered. "She used to reside in my first sword...until it was destroyed. She's been in a coma ever since."

The White Dragon King hummed at that. "{I think I might be able to help with that. Place me over your chest.}"

Michael raised an eyebrow at that. "Uh, why?"

"{Just do it,}" he said with finality.

Conceding to the request, Michael shrugged and placed the weapon on his chest. The gem then began to shine brightly, as though it were a miniature sun, forcing everyone to turn away (except Duncan, who took out a pair of sunglasses).

When the light finally died down, Michael saw that the gem was now only slightly glowing. "Okay what was-"

'Uh, Michael? We have a problem!'

That caught his attention. 'What is it, Sterling?'

'It's Masamune! One second, we're watching over her, the next, some bright-ass light blinded us and took her! She's gone!'

Michael felt his eyes widen in shock, before snarling at the sword. "What the hell did you do to Masamune, you little-"

"{Relax,}" he interrupted. As the glowing finally died down, a flash of light engulfed the room. This time, it was like staring into the warm light of the sun itself, leaving everyone blinded yet unable to turn away. It was as if the light was calling out to them.

When everyone opened their eyes again, the sight that they beheld could only be summed up with a few words:

"Wow..." Jaune breathed out.

"Incredible," Pyrrha said in awe.

"Indeed," Walter nodded.

Before them was a vast expanse of clouds, stretching far into the horizon. The sky above was such a clear blue, though seemed to slightly ripple with light. It was like looking into the sky, and finding it had been replaced with a clear blue ocean.

What was the most noticeable of this strange world was the sensations everyone was feeling. It was as though a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders, filling the with a soothing warmth as the rays of light flickered around them.

"Did...did we just die and go to Heaven?" Neptune asked in awe.

"Preeeeeetty sure I'd be in Hell if I were dead, Neptune," Duncan said, impressed with the surroundings.

"Yeah, especially considering a certain world you decided to inhabit," Michael shot back.

That got RWBY's attention, forcing Duncan to look away in shame. Clearing his throat, he continued "Be that as it may- and we shall never bring that up again- I can safely say that this isn't the afterlife. Though it does resemble a more stereotypical interpretation of the place. Minus the golden gates, that is."

"You sure?" Neptune inquired, pointing his finger behind Duncan. "Because I see an angel lying over there."

Turning around, everyone took notice of a slumbering figure lying on a bed made of clouds. Making their way over, they came face to face with a sleeping goddess. She possessed an hourglass figure, with a slim waist, shapely hips, and full E-cup breasts. Her ebony hair, streaked with silver and framing her lovely face, flowed all the way down past her waist, and was tinged with a glistening substance. She wore a form-fitting jet black kimono, which was patterned after a starry night sky, and had a red scarf draped around herself.

"Okay, not an angel," the blue-haired Huntsman-in-training corrected himself. "More like a goddess."

"Neptune," Michael spoke with a sort of calm. "I swear to the Multiverse itself: if you lay so much as a finger on her...I will end you. I will rip off your dick, shove it down your throat, and watch with an honest-to-God-damn smile on my face as you choke to death." With that horrifying statement made, the others backed up a little.

Even Duncan, which is saying something.

Suddenly, the sleeping woman seemed to stir, lightly groaning as she opened her golden eyes. Upon fully opening them, she took in her surroundings before her gaze rested on the trembling form of Michael, to whom she gave a familiar smile. "Morning, Michael," the goddess softly greeted.

Michael, who had begun to softly cry tears of joy, returned her smile as he knelt down and held her in his arms. "Morning, Masamune-chan." It was a Kodak moment, one that got Duncan to genuinely smile at the tearful reunion.

"Wait, that's your sword?!" Sun exclaimed.

And just like that, the moment was ruined. Which Duncan repaid by slapping the unfortunate monkey Faunus upside the head.

"So," Masamune, weakly chuckling from the sight, began, "where exactly am I, and how long have I been out?"

Michael sighed. "A while, that's for sure," he answered. "But you're back now, that's all that matters. As for where we are...I have no clue."

"{You are in my inner world, partner,}" the voice of Weisslogia spoke.

Turning to face the speaker, all the inhabitants of Remnant screamed in terror at the sight before them. It was a massive white dragon, with a feathery mane, a beard, and comparably small antlers on its head. It possessed a smooth underbelly, and had two wings that looked like they belonged on an angel. Its windswept face, feathery in appearance, possessed two yellow eyes that looked right at them.

"{I believed that being in this world might help with your light's condition,}" Weisslogia continued, as though the others never screamed at the sight of him (or Jaune, who fainted on sight). "{I'm pleased to see that I was right.}"

"...Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"Why is there a dragon in front of us? And what did he mean by 'his inner world?'"

Another sigh. "It's a long story..."

30 Minutes later...

"-WITH A MULTIVERSE-DAMNED PIG!" With that said, Masamune began coughing up a storm, having ranted for a long time and needing oxygen. The others present stared at her with wide eyes and/or trembling forms, either impressed or terrified at the choice in her words.

"...Ignoring her breakdown," Duncan began, "I think she should probably stay in this world for a while. Not only is she weak from her ordeal, but she's also pretty much homeless. And apparently a bit psychotic at the moment."

"Pfft. Like you're one to talk," Weiss shot back, having recovered from the stunning rant the sword-spirit threw out.

"True, but the fact remains."

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna have to agree with you, Dunc," Michael nodded. "How long will she have to be here, Weisslogia?"

"{At least until she has a new sword to call her own,}"the White Dragon answered, all while chuckling as Nora rode on his head. "{Until then, she'll be in good hands here.}"

Smiling, Michael said "Thanks, Weiss-kun. I really appreciate this."

The dragon chuckled at his new nickname, responding "{Think nothing of it, partner.}"

"Do you really have to go right now?" Masamune asked.

"Well, it's not like you'll be far from him," Blake said. "Plus, he can just come visit whenever."

She still looked reluctant, which went out the window as Michael softly kissed her forehead. Something that got Ruby to frown a bit. "Don't worry, Masamune-chan," he said with a smile. "I promise I'll be back later. Count on it. Until then, you finally have a roommate like you always wanted."

She lightly chuckled at that. "A dragon roommate. Is it my birthday already?"

"Ha ha ha, laugh it up." Looking up to his new partner, Michael said "So, how do we get out of here?"

"{Like this.}" And with that, another blinding light appeared, bringing everyone back to the real world. Nora, who no longer had a dragon's head beneath her, landed right on top of Ren and Michael, chuckling as they groaned in pain.

At that moment, Walter's phone began to ring. He answered and instantly looked tired. Obviously, a common occurrence was, well...occurring.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Walter sighed before hanging up. "That was Ms. Victoria, letting me know that Sir Integra and Miss Akashiya are in an argument again. It seems some Hellsing operatives got too close to Yokai Academy- again- and well...scared quite a few students."

"You know the drill, Walter," Duncan sighed, face palming.

"Indeed," the butler agreed, leaving the room.

"I'm gonna take it you made the smart decision and made Moka the principle of Yokai Academy," Michael deadpanned.

"Yeah," Duncan nodded. "Mikogami and I were old friends and all, but that just made him not trust me to run the school...yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Mike," Duncan said, rolling his eyes at said laughing Michael. "He did trust me to make Moka the perfect next head of the school, though, since he couldn't get a human into the academy that time."

"So where's this throne room you told us about earlier?" Yang asked. "I wanna see what kind of chair you'd consider to be your perfect throne."

"Oh, I'm glad you asked," Duncan smiled, before leading them down a hallway.

10 Minutes Later...

Before them stood another pair of big silver doors, with fancy etchings of stars, heroes, all that good stuff. It seemed to be the most regal of the other ones nearby, so it was likely the throne room.

"Now, puny mortals..." Duncan said, making his voice big and booming. "Feast your eyes...on this!" he exclaimed, kicking the doors open. Light blinded them for a few seconds. But when it ceased...

They saw a golden, diamond encrusted toilet...with a flat-screen TV nearby.

The males of the group began laughing, hard (Yes, even Ren...though, he was chuckling rather than laughing). A few fell back from the absurdity. Except Michael. He was currently trying to fuse his face to the palm of his hand, all while holding in his own laughter.

The females, however, did not find this amusing at all.

Blake was the one who decided to take action against Duncan's childish actions. With a stern, deadpanned expression, she walked over to the laughing King of the Multiversers...and pinched his cheek hard.

"Ow!" Duncan cried out, though managing to laugh a little through the pain. "It huwts, Blake. It huwts."

"Then stop pulling childish jokes like this," she ordered.

"Oh, fine," Duncan sighed, before snapping his fingers.

The room changed, now instead of the expensive restroom...it was now a shining black throne, with glistening silver decals. Seven small stars floated around the top, all of different varieties. The floor of the entire room was the same as the water in the canals outside; a liquefied version of outer space. Along with red carpet and drapes that both had gold decals.

"That's more like it," Blake nodded, letting go of Duncan's sore cheek.

Later, Level 2...

After that, the tour officially concluded, and the people of Remnant were set loose on Terra Infinitas. Currently, we find ourselves observing Ruby, Sun, Ren, and Michael as they walked through an enormous amusement park, trying their best to locate an MIA Nora.

"Say what you will about Duncan," Michael began, "but when he goes all out, he really goes all out." Passing by a group of different cultural food stands, he made a mental note to take Emerald here one day. That is, if he managed to get her on his side.

"Tell me about it," Sun said with slight disbelief. "I still can't believe he's powerful enough to create a whole freaking planet!"

"What part of 'all-powerful' do you not understand about Multiversers?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, but still, all of this," Ruby gestured with her arms, "This is insane! He has his own world! And there's so much to do here, so many other places to see! We've only scratched the surface!"

"I'm a bit more worried about Nora at the moment," Ren cut in. "There's no telling what she could-" Whatever he was about to say next was cut off, as a white, pink and orange blur shot right past them.

"...Uh, Ren?"

"Yeah, Ruby?"

"Does Nora have a Speed Semblance like me?"

"No. No she does not."

"...We should be worried, shouldn't we?

"Yes, Sun. Yes we should."

The blur returned, coming to skidding halt that left a large dust cloud in its wake. As the dust quickly cleared, the grinning, manic visage of Nora Valkyrie loudly exclaimed one word. One word that Lie Ren had feared to hear from her for years.

"COOOOOOOOFFEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HeyRenIjusthadsomecoffeedoyouwantanycoffeIlovecoffeeIcan'tbelieveIneverhadanyofthisbeforeitsreallyreallyreallygreat!"

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. The hyperactive, hammer-wielding grenadier has discovered the salt of the Multiverse that is...coffee.

And somewhere, deep in his mind, Ren was crying his eyes out.

"Uh-" was all Michael could get out, before Nora started bouncing all over the place.

"Comeonelet'sgetmorecoffeeIneedmorecoffeecoffeeisgoodstuffwhydidReneversayIcouldn'thavethisstuff?"

"N-Nora," Michael began, "could you please-"

Getting right into Michael's face, she exclaimed "I feel really, really REALLY amazing, Michael! Like, better than EVER BEFORE! I FEEL LIKE I COULD TAKE ON AN ARMY OF GRIMM AND BREAK ALL THEIR LEGS!"

"And that's nice, but I think you should-"

Whatever the Multiverser was about to say, instantly died in his mouth. All thanks to Nora pressed her lips to his, effectively silencing him and making his eyes widen in surprise (a sentiment shared by Ruby, Sun and Ren, the last of whom managed to break out of his stupor).

Breaking apart from the kiss, Nora giggled a bit before saying "Sorry, I just really really really wanted to do that ever since I met you. I mean you're really cute, funny, and I was wondering if you wanted to go to the dance with me?"

"..."

"GREAT! Can't wait, now I'm going to get some more coffee! CCCCOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFEEEEEEEEEEEE!" And just like that, she ran off into the crowd once more.

"Oh for the love of- Nora! Wait up!" Ren cried out as he chased after his friend, leaving a stunned Michael (with an extremely noticeable blush on his face), a shocked yet scowling Ruby, and Sun (who simply watched the whole thing).

"...Weeeelllll, this has been fun," Sun drawled out, "but I think I'mma gonna just go with Ruby here and ride the rides. Soooo...yeah..."

Just like that, Michael were left to his own devices, Ruby dragged alongside Sun as Michael maintained his thousand mile stare and a deep, crimson blush. His mind still processing the fact that one of the cutest girls in RWBY (in his opinion, anyway) kissed him full on the lips while on a caffeine high.

'And that's another girl who likes you,' Sterling stated. 'Congrats! You are on a role!'

'{Does this happen a lot?}' Weisslogia asked, surprised at the unexpected display of affection.

'...More than you know, Weiss-kun,' Michael replied, silently crying on the inside as he stumbled to the nearest bar.

1 Hour Later...

Duncan simply stared, unsure what to think. Why was he staring? Because he was looking at Michael sitting at a bar, a plethora of empty alcohol bottles right next to him as he groaned in agony.

That was when he decided to try and help him out. By dousing him with a fire hydrant's worth of ice cold water.

Sputtering as he struggled to regain his breath, Michael snarled at his mentor "THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!"

"You were drunk," Duncan deadpanned.

"I know!" Michael exclaimed. "And you freaking ruined it!"

"..."

"...You wanna talk about it?"

One Talk Later...

"...And now, I have to deal with Nora liking me, Emerald liking me, Penny possibly liking me, and even Glynda possibly liking me!" Michael finished with a slight slur.

Duncan, meanwhile, simply sat there with a surprised look on his face. While he knew that Emerald had feelings for his young protege, and that Nora and Goodwitch at the very least had an attraction for him, he was surprised at hearing the part about Penny.

Though he was surprised Michael hadn't yet noticed Ruby might be attracted to him as well. Ah well, he can figure that out himself.

"So, you decided to deal with it all by drowning yourself in ryncol?" Duncan asked slowly.

"At least for the time being," Michael replied, gazing into the glass right in front of him. "I swear, my life is getting out of control. And it's all your fault!" he cried out in a dramatic fashion.

That got Duncan's attention. "My fault?!"

"Before becoming a Multiverser, girls wouldn't even ask me out, or show any interest beyond being friends," Michael drunkenly began. "Ever since becoming a Multiverser, though, I'm literally swarmed with girls I don't have any feelings for trying to get into my pants, all while trying to deal with girls that I do like! And now I have to deal with the possibility of ruining my friendship with JNPR, all because the Multiverse decided I should be a freaking pheromone machine!" Sobbing softly, he continued "I don't think my mind can handle-"

*SLAP*

"...Thanks," he said with a stinging face. "I needed that."

"Don't mention it. You were starting to get hysterical, anyway," Duncan replied.

Elsewhere on Level 2...

"So, this is pretty cool," Neptune whistled. He, Jaune, Pyrrha, and Weiss sectioned off to see the sights around Level 2. Though Weiss was hoping for another chance to see Level 3. The secrets she could learn...

"Yeah. For all the strangeness Duncan exhibits, this is something to admire," Pyrrha said, looking around.

"Where do you think we should go first, Pyrrha?" Jaune asked.

"Why are you asking her specifically?" Weiss questioned, raising an eyebrow. "We're here, too, and have our own opinions."

"I...well, you see..." Jaune stammered a little, sweating.

"Jaune and I decided to become a couple," Pyrrha proudly proclaimed, shocking Neptune and Weiss (mostly the latter). "Don't be offended if he asks me first. I believe it's automatic to ask one's girlfriend their preference."

"You two are together?" Neptune asked, gesturing in between the two. Jaune looked at his girlfriend before nodding his head, smiling. "Niiiice! You scored pretty well, man. You've gotta tell me your secret," the blue-haired huntsman said, throwing an arm over Jaune's shoulder.

"Being socially awkward and lucking out?" Jaune suggested.

"Well, unexpected as that is, good for you," Weiss congratulated the couple. "Now only you have to handle the love songs."

"I find them quite charming, actually," the Spartaness smiled. "It means he's really trying."

"Anyways, we gotta celebrate!" Neptune said. "Take you two somewhere to really get your...awkward relationship started!"

"Agreed!" Pyrrha exclaimed. "I say we go over there." She pointed over to a club called "Paradise," which- if one could tell from the techno music playing inside- meant that there was a lot of dancing going on.

Neptune looked a bit nervous at that. "Uh, you sure? I mean, there's no telling what kind of stuff goes on in there, and-"

"Well, no way of knowing unless we see for ourselves," Jaune stated. "Come on!" And with that, the four of them (albeit one reluctantly) made their way into the club.

*PLAY: DJ Snake feat. Lil John - Turn Down For What (Lyrics)*

Fans of Mass Effect, take heed! The club that they entered was based off the Omega Club; Afterlife. And slightly the Citadel Club; Purgatory. It was cleaner, though. Not shady. In design, it was a cleaner version of Afterlife. No signs of pipes in the background, or dirt and old dry bloodstains, or shady characters.

But also, no stripper poles.

Color scheme wise, it was similar to Purgatory. Whites, blacks, and light blues. Strobe light, too, for ambiance.

There was a variety of people of different races in the building, dancing, drinking, laughing, and just enjoying being alive.

"Whoa," Jaune breathed out in awe.

"I have to admit, I didn't expect the place to look so good," Weiss admitted. "Still, I can't say I approve of the choice in music."

"Pfft, yeah," Neptune said. "I mean, who in their right mind would dance to something like this?"

"The people on the dance floor, apparently," Pyrrha pointed out.

"I don't think they count," Weiss countered.

*END: DJ Snake feat. Lil John - Turn Down For What (Lyrics)*

*PLAY: Party Rock Anthem - LMFAO (With Lyrics)*

Jaune began nodding and tapping his foot as he got into the new rhythm. "This is more like it!" Turning to Pyrrha, he slightly bowed and asked "Would you like to dance, Pyrrha?"

Smiling, she replied "I would love to dance! You're both welcome to join, if you wish."

"Well..."

"Uh, you sure?" Neptune asked nervously. "Because I thought we could use this as an opportunity to see how you two would do in a...non-dancing situation, before getting into that sort of thing."

"What, are you 'too cool' to dance with us?" Weiss asked, an annoyed tone in her voice.

"N-No! No, it's just..."

"Just what-"

"I can't dance!"

"..."

"...Uh, come again?" Jaune asked.

"I can't dance, man!" the blue-haired Huntsman admitted.

Staring in disbelief at him, Jaune voiced what the others were thinking. "But you're...so cool!"

"Thank you, I try really, really hard."

"Well, lucky for you," Jaune began, feeling real proud of himself. "I grew up with seven sisters. So...Neptune, my boy. I'm gonna teach you how to dance."

"Jaune?" Pyrrha asked, raising an eyebrow at his choice of words.

"It's gonna be legen- Wait for it..." the Arc continued.

"Jaune," Weiss deadpanned.

"DARY! Legendary!"

"..."

"...You took that from Duncan, who took that from something else, didn't you?" Neptune asked.

"...Yeah," Jaune nodded, a little ashamed.

Level 6...

Cherry blossoms are fleeting. Their beauty cannot be denied, but to go from full blossom to bare in one week. Such beauty...it's naturally rude, to be so striking and then be gone. It's also nostalgic...

"It's a lot like the Forever Fall Forest." Blake noted, standing upon a hill. A perfect view of the cherry blossoms in full bloom stood before her, stretching out miles wide.

"Yeah...it is." Duncan agreed.

The two of them and Yang had decided it was time for 'dates'. Duncan's ability to be in more than one place really was useful for such a task. The two of them had found more relaxing yukata to wear, had left their weapons at the estate, and came here. All the while, Duncan and Yang were able to go somewhere else.

"It reminds me of when we first met." Blake noted. "All those red petals, drifting away..."

"The train ride..." Duncan remembered.

"The intensity..."

"The surprise..."

"The meeting..."

"'My Fair Lady'..." Duncan chuckled lightly.

"I had to see you again," Blake said. "Seeing someone, a complete stranger who I had thought was human at the time, come out and help me, but only warn my partner to 'stay away'...you are impossible..."

"I know. Part of my charm."

"We're never going to have a normal relationship, are we?" Blake asked, though she didn't sound really concerned.

"No...no, we won't."

"Will it last, though?"

A young women, curious golden-green eyes and feline ears as black as night upon her shoulder length ebony hair. Quiet in words, and in action, but all hear her and her behind her was a mature version of her with longer hair and purely golden eyes. Eyes that shown with how proud she was.

"Yeah, we'll last," Duncan nodded, staring out into the blossoms. "We'll make it work."

"I just wanted to hear that." Blake said, turning to Duncan as he did to her. The two gazed into one another's eyes before leaning in, and letting what happens next, happen.

The blossoms swirling around them really set the mood, didn't they?

Elsewhere on Level 6...

"So, Duncan..." Yang panted, wiping the sweat from her brow before throwing another jab.

"Yeah?" Duncan said, raising his arm to block her.

The two decided sparring would be fun, and what better place for sparring then a martial arts dojo? Sure, Chun-Li and Juri had to postpone one of their tri-weekly sparring sessions/fights to the almost death, but at least it was for a good cause. That out of the way, the two got into more appropriate clothing for exercise and began wiling on another…

But never actually getting a hit on their respective opponent.

"I've been noticing something about my aura." Three left jabs in rapid succession then a left hook. All blocked. "The flames have been getting really hard to control sometimes."

"So I've seen, 'Little Sun Dragon,'" Duncan chuckled, throwing a jab at her left hip then another at her right shoulder.

"Oh, I hate that nickname sometimes," Yang laughed, dodging the fist to her hip and knocking the one to her shoulder aside. "Guys use it all the time to try and butter me up."

"Well, is it working?" Duncan asked, crouching low to perform a sweep kick. Yang jumped up to avoid it, countering with a spin kick of her own that Duncan had to play limbo to dodge.

"Hmm..." Yang hummed, landing on her feet. "A little bit," she answered, winking. "But only this once."

"So, use it all the time to annoy you from now on?" Duncan suggested, rising back up and continuing their fight.

"Oh, we're just perfect together, aren't we? Back on topic," Yang commanded, throwing another series of punches.

"I've imprinted on you and Blake," Duncan told her, blocking each blow with his palms.

"You mean like Tw-" Yang began to snicker.

"Finish that sentence, and I will hold no responsibility for I what I do to you."

"Oooohhh! Scary~" Yang mocked, continuing to smile as they sparred.

"What that means is you and Blake spend so much time with me that our connection is getting stronger," Duncan explained, attempting a tackle but rolling back onto his feet when she dodged. "So, you're drawing on my excess energy now to add to your own. It's subtle and done subconsciously. I can stop it, but I wanted to see how well you and Blake would adapt to upgraded Semblances."

"So say this really gives me 'firepower'..." Yang punned, throwing a punch towards Duncan's face that he deflected. "What would I get in the end?"

"In theory, I suspect the heat of your flames would equal the heat of a supernova, at maximum. But controlled so that you don't set a planet's atmosphere on fire," Duncan began, eyes narrowed as he multitasked between sparring and theorizing. "Your strength at the same time, will increase. I'd suspect the force of your punches, at maximum, would gain the weight of a few thousands suns exploding. Essentially, you would be capable of 'Star System-Busting' if someone really pissed you off."

"Should I be worried about control?" Yang asked, slightly apprehensive.

"No, it'll take some time before you reach that level." Duncan told her, shaking his head. "By the time you do, you little Berserker state will be completely under control. You'll probably still unleash hot fury on whoever's dumb enough to harm your hair, but at least you won't ever have to worry about overdoing it unless you want to."

"Okay, just checking," Yang nodded before a grin split her face as she got back into her stance. "Now...first real hit wins?"

"Loser does whatever the winner wants?" Duncan offered, equally excited.

"You read my mind."

Remnant: Much, Much Later...

The quiet, soothing sounds of nature on the outskirts of Beacon Academy were ended instantly not five seconds after the large group of hunters plus Duncan and Michael left. A new rip in between dimensions was opened and out stepped the exact same group that had just left.

Provided the group carried souvenirs, of course. Gold, jewels, expensive silks, weapon upgrades, etc. Plus memories that weren't going anywhere for a looooooooooooooong time.

"So, every time we visit," Neptune began, holding gold bricks, jewelry, and wearing a crown. "We can just...y'know, raid one of your treasuries? Just...take as much as we want?"

"Pretty much," Duncan shrugged nonchalantly. "I really don't care. In fact, it delays the need for a new treasury room to accommodate the incoming wealth for another day or two. So by all means, take my stuff. Just avoid my personal treasury; the stuff is priceless, but usually also deadly. Just take stuff from the family or public treasuries, and you're good."

"You are the best rich friend a guy could ever have!" Sun exclaimed, holding as much gold as Neptune.

"Hey!" Weiss whined, despite knowing her family couldn't match a swimming pool of gold coins...though, it made no sense why anyone would want one in the first place, as the difference between water and solid gold coins were pretty evident.

Peter Griffin found that out the hard way, once.

"So, we've got a dance tomorrow," Michael remembered, all while lugging massive sacks of wealth and having symbols of cash for eyes.

"Yep," Yang said, holding a basket of Holy Hair Products. "We've got a few finishing touches, but we're pretty much set."

"Don't care," Ruby said, looking through her bag of weapon mods. "Bunch of cool gun mods I want to use. Now where is that catalogue I just subscribed to...?"

"Ruby," Yang said in a scary voice, making the young huntress tense. "You're going."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"She scares me sometimes," Michael whispered to Duncan.

"Yeah, she can scare a lot of people," his mentor agreed. "And remember to check on your new estates progress every so often," he told Michael. "Had to babysit the guys when they were setting my place up."

"Noted," Michael said, rubbing his hands together. "So many things to put in my own little multidimensional mansion!"

And so, the groups parted. And prepared for the dance tomorrow night...

Later...

Michael stepped back into Beacon, having taken a quick pit stop to his base of operations to deliver his newly acquired stash of treasure. Treasure he had to personally guard to keep a few people from trying to steal along the way.

If there's one thing Michael will admit, it was that he was a bit greedy. Being a demigod didn't change that in the slightest.

"Ah, and that takes care of that!"

{I can't believe you took that much gold,}Weisslogia said in awe. {I know he said you could, but don't you think you're pushing it?}

'Weiss-kun,' Michael began, 'one thing you will come to learn about Multiversers, is that there is no such thing as pushing it. Only repeating the process over and over again until we get bored.'

{Still, try not to push it. Everything in moderation, and all.}

'*sigh* Tell that to the veritable legion of girls that I seem to attract,' Michael thought, a storm cloud hanging over his head.

{Which reminds me,} the White Dragon King began. {How did you manage to get that many girls to like you?!}

'...I don't know, man. I just don't know. And it's giving me an endless amount of grief! That little moment with Nora? It pretty much reminded me that I have to stay on my toes around other girls, in case I-'

"Hey!"

It would be said that after that, Michael did not scream like a little girl. Something the chuckling Emerald agreed to.

"Sorry about that," the mint-haired thief apologized again, though had a humored smile on her face. "I swear I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine," he waved off. "I just had a lot on my mind, is all. It's been...a long day, to say the least."

"Same here," Emerald admitted. "Though I've been spending most of the day trying to find you."

That got him to stop in his tracks. "Me?"

"Yeah," she nodded, a slight blush on her face. "Look, I know we're enemies and all...but I also feel more comfortable around you, something not many people can do."

"Heh. Well, I'm honored to have made it to that list," he said humbly.

They laughed a little, before Emerald turned away to hide her growing blush. "Anyway, I was...I was wondering if..."

"If what, Em?"

Taking a deep breath, she turned around, eyes closed tightly, and said "Iwaswonderingifyouwouldwanttogotothedancewithme!"

Michael blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what she said. When he finally did...well...

"Oh...uh, um...wow...just to be clear, Mercury didn't put you up to this, did he?"

Scoffing, Emerald replied "No, he didn't. To be honest, I was thinking of going with him...but, we'd spend most of the time arguing. So..."

Nervously, Michael scratched the back of his head. "Well, I don't know if I'll be any better...but, I'd love to," he finished with a smile.

Returning his smile with one of her own, she wrapped her arms around his neck in a big hug. "Thanks! And if you bring those moves you brought to our last date, you'll be fine!" And with that, she headed off to her dorm, waving back as she walked away.

As Michael returned her wave, Weisslogia took that moment to interject {You do realize what you just set yourself up for, right, partner?}

'What're you on about this time?'

{...You do recall that you pretty much agreed to take Nora to the dance as well, right?}

Michael simply stood there, remembering that he indeed did (though it was non-verbal). And at that moment, he realized he just set himself up.

And with a deep breath...

At the same time, Duncan's POV...

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As the new earthquake came to an end, I managed to get my laughter under control. 'So...' I began, playing around with my pistol, Machina. 'Michael's adjusted well, if I say so myself.'

[He's doing as well as I'd expect,] Ddraig commented. [He's a little shit, though.]

'Holding grudges is an ugly thing to do, Ddraig.'

[You're one to talk,] the dragon snorted.

'Still, glad to see that he's getting the hang of all the...everything-ness.'

[Such a way with words, you have.]

'Yeah. Funny that he's stuck with the same little pheromone curse Multiversers tend to get,' I snickered evilly. 'Seeing him squirm with the intensity of it is priceless.'

[Don't tempt fate, partner,] Ddraig warned. [It'll screw you over, if you're not careful.]

'Really? How do you figure?' I sarcastically shot back.

*Knock knock!*

"It's open!" I called out to the door. Surprisingly, it was not Blake or Yang that entered the room…

It was Weiss...

"Uh, is something wrong, Weiss?" I ask, confused, as the Schnee Heiress closed the door.

"I just...wanted some privacy for this," she answered. "I didn't want any of the others to mock me."

"Mock you for what?" I carefully questioned the girl.

"I have known you for a little while..." she began, twiddling her fingers. "You're vulgar...violent...often times, insufferable, and you like mocking me, too!"

"I do that to everyone, though," I commented, relaxing.

"I know!" she exclaimed, frustrated at something. "And I just...can't stop thinking about... about…"

"About what?"

"You..."

...

"Oh," I answered, before my eyes widened in realization. 'Oh boy...'

"Duncan..." Weiss 'Ice Queen' Scnee, big Tsundere, and a polar opposite of everything I was... "Would you accompany me to the dance tomorrow night?" she ended softly, embarrassed.

'Well...' I thought numbly. 'Didn't see that coming...'

[Warned ya, partner,] Ddraig gloated.

This took a while. As soon as I heard Monty passed away, me and Mike dropped all progress on our other fics and got to work on this. And for the past few weeks, people at my job decided to keep calling off, and I had to pick up their slack. You know what it's like to cancel your birthday and any plans you might've had for it? I do.

I DO!

In all honesty, though, I am sorry this took so long. I wanted this out much earlier. I feel like it took too long for me to try and honor Monty. He just had that...special something that could get people creative. I'm glad RWBY will continue thanks to the rest of Rooster Teeth and the community it started, though. And that is something we can be proud to help carry on.

Onto the chapter. LOTS OF STUFF in this one. Does this chapter alone make this a Crossover fic? No, but I can see why people might think that. Let me explain first. Terra Infinitas, and everything on it, will only appear in every one of mine and my colleagues fics every so often. It won't, WON'T, become a massive factor until Multiverser: Apocalypse. There will be occasional visits, and cameos from people that you saw, or heard of, in this chapter, and sometimes they'll become supporting characters. But again, not too often. Thus, I'm not moving this to the Crossover section.

Besides, I've been using a lot of elements from other continuities already. I didn't mark this as a crossover then, either. So I think, THINK, I'm in the clear for now.

Other than that, what did you guys think of the Infinite Earth? The things there, people met, what happened. All that good stuff. I want to hear your thoughts!

Anyways, see you guys next time.

Goodbye, Monty. We will never forget you.