Foreign Exchange
Chapter 1: Kind luck or cruel destiny?
AN: Hello everyone. I am The Traveler's Tale, and this is my first attempt at a Self Insert. A few of you may already know me as the guy who writes the story My Own Hell, which is a story where Jaune enters what is comparable to Silent Hill. Me writing this does not mean I am through writing it, It's just me branching out in my writing abilities and such. I have a few friends on this website who have wrote these and have seemed to have a pretty decent time at it, so I figured I would try my hand at it.
Now, a lot of Self Inserts have it to where they go inside RWBY, become insanely powerful, and have all of the female characters just fall all over them. Now don't get me wrong, that's okay every once in awhile. But when it gets to the point that that is all it ever is, I start to get a little annoyed. Obviously, there has to be some powers added to the SI, or else it would essentially be just like this:
A big freaking bear killed me in the forest.
The end.
Not very interesting, is it?
But, that being said, it's not going to be no powers or Aura or anything like that. It's just going to be I will be trying to keep the SI from getting OP.
A fair warning though; This will also not be one of those stories where it's entirely focused on the OC/SI following and reacting to the storyline. I intend to have my own storyline and plot for this. Characters will still be here, don't worry. It's just going to be a different plot line than cannon.
Well, not much else is really to be said about this, now is there?
Onto the story.
"It was kind of luck or destiny that it ended up this way."
-Serj Tankian
Was it odd he found the rainy days the most beautiful of all?
Most people would find a day where the skies were gray and rain was coming down to be kind of a downer sort of day, but not him. There was just something about the feeling of a seemingly endless torrent of water coming down and encircling you in it. Almost as if the entire world is as wrapped up in the weather as him, he can hear almost no other noises as he walks down the gravel road aside from his footsteps.
And the sound of a bicycle coming down the road.
He looked behind his shoulder to see a man wearing a black hoodie slowly pedaling forward, the hood obscuring his features as he slowly got closer and closer. The young man paid no heed to him, however, as he turned back to the direction he was walking and continued to observe the light rain with joy.
"Beautiful weather we're having."
The young man turned back around to see the man on the bicycle was now pedaling next to him. That was odd, he had closed the distance fairly quickly. He took the comment as sarcasm and turned back to what he was doing as he answered the man.
"I, for one, think it's pretty nice."
"Let's you have the world to yourself while everyone else whines about getting wet?" The man offered.
The younger of the two laughed light heartedly at the comment.
"I was just about to say the same thing." He then turned back to the hooded man with a new found curiosity, "Not many people ride a bike in the rain."
"Not many people walk in the rain." The hooded man rebutted.
The young man shrugged.
"Fair point. So, where are you heading off to?"
"I've already reached my destination. I have a question to ask you, young man."
Said young man raised one eyebrow at the stranger. This was beginning to take an odd turn.
"Uhhh, go ahead?" It came out sounding more like a question than an answer, but the hooded man nodded regardless.
"Are you happy with the life you have now?"
'Well, that's an odd question.' The young man thought to himself.
"Uhhhmmm… not really, I guess?" Again, he sounded more like he was asking a question than answering one, "I mean, I'm a seventeen year old kid who works at a grocery store. My life doesn't exactly scream 'Adventure', you know?"
The hooded man rubbed his chin with one hand while he used the other to steer his bicycle. Meanwhile, the rain continued to come down in it's steady fashion.
"That is true… Let me ask you something else, young man: How would you like it if I were to offer you a better one?"
Okay, he saw where this was going.
"Aaaaaalright, so this is the part where you offer me some sort of drug or have the guys in your van just around the corner jump me." The young man said as he stopped walking and took a defensive stance. The hooded one only chuckled as the bike came to a stop as well.
"Trust me, that's not what I'm offering you. It's what I just said: the chance to live life as you wish to."
The young man gave him a deadpan look as he dropped his fists.
"Ah-huh, yeah. Sure. And Krampus is going to drop down in the middle of summer and give me a free pass at Sakura Haruno."
"Oh please," The hooded man chuckled again, "I know you would prefer Hinata Hyuuga over the pink-haired girl."
'OOOOOKKKKAAAAYYY, this just got weird!' He thought to himself
"And how would you know what anime girl I prefer?" The young man questioned.
"Oh, the same way I know you would rather go to the RWBY universe than the Naruto one."
Before the young man could make a comment on that, the hooded man kicked down his bike stand and stepped off of the bike. Once both of his feet hit the ground, the world around the two seemed to begin to melt as he walked forward, until all that was left was a never ending white landscape.
"What the friiiiiiiiiik!?" The young man questioned as his head swung from side to side.
"Don't worry, young one." The hooded man tried to assure the younger of the two, "There is no cause for alarm.
"NO CAUSE FOR ALARM?!" The young teen screamed. "WHAT THE HOLY FREAKIN MOUNTAINS IS GOING ON!?"
Instead of verbally answering, the hooded man walked up and slapped the teen across the face. He began to caress the spot where he was hit as he began to calm down.
"Thanks… I guess."
"Your welcome." The hooded man said cheerily with a grin as he stepped back. "So now you realize that I'm being serious?"
"Either that, or you've got to be the sickest magician I've ever seen. Or you could've drugged me when I wasn't looking. In which case, you've got some quality stuff. I'm not even mad."
The hooded man chuckled once more as he crossed his arms behind the small part of his back.
"So, wait…" The young man said, "Why are you doing this? Why me?"
Why on Earth would he have been put into this situation? A chance to have another life? What was he some sort of prophet? A fabled chosen one who's been called upon to vanquish all evil in another universe!?
"Eh, I got bored." The hooded man shrugged.
The two stood in silence for a second before the young teen sweatdropped and began to rub the crook of his nose.
"Okay then, so you're going to… Send me… Into another universe, am I getting this right?" He asked, absolutely confused by this new and extremely sudden development.
"The Remnition universe, to be more exact." The hooded man began as he snapped his fingers and a couple of papers appeared out of nowhere and into his hands. "Now I know what you're probably asking yourself: But what about identification papers? Where am I going to end up? What's going to happen when I arrive? How am I going to fit in? Will I have an Aura?"
He was actually going to ask if the hooded man could conjure him up some cheesy poofs, but that works too.
"Don't worry, that all will be settled out right now." He said as he snapped his fingers again and a mahogany desk appeared out of thin air, a chair on each side for them to sit on. The two then pulled out the chairs on their respective sides and sat down before the man took one specific sheet of paper and laid it out for the young man to see. He then tapped to a dotted line at the bottom right corner.
"You can put your name here, and it is what will show up as your identity in this new universe. License, birth certificate, all of that fun stuff."
He was then handed a pen by the man and stared at the dotted line for a second before going forward to write his name. But right above the paper, he hesitated for a second and looked up at the hooded man.
"Wait… Do I have to use my real name? Or could I use a different one?"
He only shrugged his shoulders.
" You can put whatever you want on that line, and it will be your name. If you want to use a different one than the one you already have, then that's fine with me. You wouldn't be the first one who would want a different name, after all."
So he could use any sort of name he wanted then? Nothing against his current one, but the young man figured if he was going to be going to a new world, then he might as well have a new na-
…
A new world.
"Aaaaand here comes the doubt, now that the shock is wearing off." The hooded man commented dryly.
"It's not so much doubt." The young man corrected him, "I-It's just that… This is real, right? I'm actually going to be… Leaving Earth? Forever?"
The man nodded, the top half of his face still obscured by the gray hood.
"If you don't want to do this, than now would be the time to say 'no'. Because once you sign that line, there is no going back." He told the young teen, tapping said line for emphasis.
The young man leaned back in his seat and stared at the paper, contemplating. Was he really going to do this? Leave Earth? It was obvious that it could very well happen, seeing as how what was going on now was pretty good proof that it is possible.
"Is there a guarantee that I'll live past the first five seconds?" The teen asked.
"I will be dropping you off at an airport with a ticket for the bullhead taking you to Beacon on the first day for Ruby Rose and all of them. Along with that, you will be provided with enough lien to last you a few years, some clothing and luggage as well as a weapon you can use during your time."
The teen grew silent again as he went back to staring at the dotted line, but leaned forward and scratched his chin in thought. Slowly, he brought the pen back down and wrote down a name he would like, simultaneously sealing the deal. He then handed the paper back to the hooded man, who began to inspect it. He studied the name that had been written down before looking back up at the writer.
"Shavodon Odadjian? That's the name you want?"
The teen nodded, his confused expression now replaced with one of certainty. The hooded man shrugged as he opened up a drawer in the desk and stuffed away the papers.
"Ah well. I've most certainly heard worse. And next to people with names like Yang Xiao Long and Glynda Goodwitch, I don't believe it will draw much suspicion." He then looked back up and held out his hand for the now identified teen, "I wish you the best of luck, Shavodon."
The teen took the hand with a grin on his face.
"Please, call me Shavo."
The hooded man matched the grin displayed on Shavo's face as they stood up, the desk and chairs disappearing as they did so.
"So, when do I leave?" Shavo asked as he looked around. The hooded man raised his hand in the air before snapping, the grin still present on his face.
"Right now."