This chapter will be exploring the perspectives of the other characters, namely the leaders of the parties that were split apart in the world of Remnant. Don't get used to it, though, because most of the time we'll be focusing on Jolyne and her group (She's the main character after all). Don't worry, though, the other characters are going to get valid amounts of screen time, namely the important ones.

The chapter itself is going to be shorter than the last chapter, so just a head's up on that front. My reason is that there isn't much to cover in this chapter, aside from some minor world-building.

Now, seeing as that was all I have to say regarding my stuff, let's jump into my responses to reviews/comments. As of writing this section, there isn't much to respond to (Hi, future me here! That's changed if it wasn't obvious). So, this should be quick. The keyword being "should." (That was a lie)

[Response to Reviews/Comments]

(Qoutev) TACO SENSEI: "Her" is in reference to Makaria, the other gamer that Jasper had been travelling with, that Jamol has taken to be his… uh, stress reliever we'll call it for now. Also, how could you forget the others? That's just rude, lol. And since when has Jolyne not caused problems for herself? That was like… 99% of the reason why any of the shit that happened in the Danganronpa Universe even happened to begin with.

Kolt999: To be completely frank with you, in my personal opinion, I have a feeling that Rooster Teeth likes Weiss more than the actual main character, you know, Ruby Rose. Some shows are like that—I'm looking at you MHA—and that's fine so long as it isn't noticeable, but when you're making more songs for a deuteragonist character, over a main character, and giving said deuteragonist more character arcs than the main character, then you have to wonder who the real main character is at that point. So, I have to agree with you, I think Ruby is far more disrespected than any other main character I've seen in fiction. Period. And that goes up against some rather stagnant characters that I know about *cough cough* Ash Ketchum *cough cough*.

I positively believe that we live in the worst possible timeline. I have this whole corkboard and everything pointing to how it all leads back to Torchwick having been killed, and that his death inadvertently caused it all. Seriously, I swear the moment THE GOAT got eaten by a Griffin Grimm, the whole world took a nosedive.

Mini rant aside, you're partially right as to what The Dog is, but the keyword here is: partially. It IS a Grimm, but that's not what it only is. You'll see what I mean once we get to see it in action. I've drawn a whole ass picture of it because I love its design. And, yeah, Qrow is a little busier in comparison to his canon counterpart. Take a wild guess why that is.

And, yeah, Jolyne got hit with that "your choices have consequences" stick. I mean, she didn't quite choose to become a Dragon Faunus, but I think you get the point. Have yourself a fantastic day as well, Kolt!

(Guest) Gg Leroy: Okay, look. Do you actually, truly expect the world to remain the same when there is someone who is quite literally actively changing it for a full-on DECADE before the main character got there? I mean, seriously. And no one said the world got worse. That is quite literally one person's perspective, in a small part of the world of Remnant. I don't know how you got the idea that it was worse from just that one fraction of a fraction of what the world has to offer. As if this kind of stuff isn't directly implied to happen outside of the main character's line of sight—because news flash, the ENTIRE SDC is literally full of Faunus "workers" who aren't paid, which, correct me if I'm wrong, is called slave labour. I feel like you're overreacting to literally only one particular character, so, I hope that you continue to like this story.

(Guest) Reader 451: Strange, I can't place who it is either. Hmm… *Shrug* guess we'll never know!

Now, with that out of the way, let's jump into the chapter proper!

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[Natsumi Kuzuryu]

What would be someone's first natural reaction to waking up in the middle of what appeared to be an abandoned ghost town? Typically, that reaction would be fear. Fear of the fact that you just woke up in a place you were unfamiliar with, with no one you knew, or even cared about, for that matter. So, overall, not a good thing.

Now… take that, and mesh it on top of feeling some strange protrusion at the top of one's head, and said protrusion is an extra set of ears that felt like they belonged to that of a fucking cat. And as if that wasn't bad enough as it was, she also realized that she had a tail. The tail had black spots, which meant that it was a cheetah's tail.

So, that begged the question….

WHY THE FUCK DID SHE HAVE A PAIR OF CHEETAH EARS AND A CHEETAH'S TAIL?!

Of course, she wasn't the only one to have gotten a change in appearance, as Mahiru Koizumi of all people—because of fucking course she had to be stuck with a reminder of her shitty past as a dickhead, why wouldn't she be—now had what appeared to be a… beaver tail and ears.

A beaver. A wood-chucking rodent.

If that wasn't the funniest shit to have ever happened, then she didn't know what was. Of course, it wasn't like she mocked her for it, but it was extremely hilarious. Of course, there was also the fact that she was stuck with her former victim of bullying who, if she remembered correctly, was not all too fond of her.

And now she had to work together with her.

Well wasn't that just annoying?

It didn't take long for the other two, who she learned to be Fumiko and Satomi, to wake up. Mahiru was still unconscious by the time they had taken shelter from an incoming sandstorm in an old saloon-like place. Not to mention that it was the dead of night, making the situation they were in infinitely worse. Well, at least, that would've been the case, if it didn't get any more worse than that.

Why was that, you may ask?

Because she tried to send a mental communication to Jolyne… and got nothing. Not just a "no response" kind of thing, but quite literally, she got nothing. Like the signal was being actively blocked by someone or something. Maybe Daimen? Maybe someone else? Daimen did say something about Michael having someone here… whoever Michael was, anyway, so maybe it was their doing?

So, with no communication with Jolyne available, and after a quick search of the place, no food or water, that left Natsumi and her ragtag group of four practically stranded. And with the air being cold due to the desert climate, there was a bit of a draft in the abandoned saloon. Luckily for them, Fumiko had a basic fire spell, and one that wouldn't devour the whole building in seconds like Natsumi's Dark Flames would've.

That being said, however, they had to control it properly, otherwise, it could stem out of control, and burn down the wooden building anyway. No one really had anything to say, so they kept silent while keeping warm. And while everyone certainly had questions, the person they wanted to ask said questions to wasn't here, and that person was Jolyne.

Natsumi knew more than the others. Natsumi was already made aware of The Multiverse. But, she wasn't made aware of the fact that they were going to travel it. She also wasn't aware that Jolyne was a Demi-God in the making, which would've been nice to know from the moment she joined up with her. Then again, Jolyne seemed fairly shocked at that, too, so there probably wasn't a way to have gotten that answer.

Still, though… her boss was going to be a fucking Demi-God….

That was news to her. And, quite frankly… it was fucking stellar! Stellar because it truly, honestly, put her in her place. To think that she ever thought about trying to get revenge on someone who was destined to become a Demi-God…

Fuck, she was dense.

But, at least she knew better now.

Gundham Tanaka, on the other hand…. He seemed to be stupid enough to try something. Gundham was Jolyne's former student, from what she knew of him anyway. Gundham was either delusional, or he was crazy, and she was betting on it being both.

Closing her eyes, the blonde sighed, before reopening her eyes, looking up at the ceiling and staring up at the dusty ceiling fan. She sneezed as she inhaled, followed by a slight shiver from the cold that crawled up her spine. This place was unkempt and dirty, but it was the only shelter she had. Natsumi looked over to Fumiko and Satomi, who were dead asleep, snoring and all that jazz. One was laying their head on the other shoulder, and the other was just… rag-dolled.

The blonde frowned, looking over to Mahiru, who was curled up by the fire. Natsumi felt her new cheetah tail twitch, along with her ears, as she heard footsteps walking up to the entrance of the saloon. There were two pairs of footsteps, though one set stopped abruptly, while a quiet voice from the other side of the door seemed to command them to "stand guard." Whoever the voice was talking to didn't respond, but did as they were told.

And then, the door opened. No one woke up, thankfully, but that didn't mean that Natsumi was going to not at the very least greet them… with a summoned sword in her hand, you know, just in case. Once the person entered the room, she was immediately able to make out the blue eyes and dirty blond hair. They were wearing a white armour of sorts with the Christian cross smack dab in the center of the chest plate, as well as on the gauntlets.

The moment the man stepped into the room, and saw her with the sword in her right hand, he raised his hands in surrender, scrambling his hands in a panic with wide eyes. "W-Whoa! H-Hold on! W-Wait!" The man stammered, as Natsumi lowered her sword, dispelling it with another summoning rune. The man's eyes widened, before shaking his head. "Uh… Sorry for intruding, I didn't know other people were still in this abandoned place… not many settlements in Vacuo have people in them. Not anymore, anyway…."

The name of the location made Natsumi raise an eyebrow. "Vacuo…? So that's where we were sent…." Natsumi muttered as the man's eyes widened.

"S-Sent? Was it by a God of some kind?" The man asked as Natsumi narrowed her eyes in the man's direction.

"No… but we were sent by some guy named Daimen. A…" the blonde ex-Yakuza paused, "what did he call himself again…." Natsumi muttered before snapping her fingers. "A disciple of Loki. Uh… my Boss and our Guild were separated. You said this place was called Vacuo?" Natsumi asked as the man's eyes widened even further with a hint of… excitement?

"Does she happen to have strange powers? Like… she gets stronger for no particular reason at all whatsoever, and does so incredibly quickly?" The man questioned as Natsumi felt a vein about to burst in her forehead.

"Yes, she does. Now, can you please answer my quest—"

The man then seemingly jumped for joy, pumping his fist into the air. "YES!" The man shouted, which made the others stir. He froze upon hearing the groaning, before covering his mouth and muttering out a 'sorry'. Natsumi pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing.

"It's fine. But… uh, who are you? And, how do you know about that stuff anyway?" Natsumi questioned, readying herself for a fight, just in case.

"O-Oh, uh… sorry," the man shied away, tapping his index fingers together like a nervous schoolgirl. Honestly, she found it kind of pathetic. But, that was probably a way to get her to drop her guard, so she didn't relent from her borderline attack-ready stance, as the man continued. "My name's J-Jasper Quartz... and, well, to put it simply, I'm a Gamer!"

Natsumi blinked, confusion muddying her expression. "You… sit around all day and play video games?" Natsumi asked, her newly found ears twitching. The man blinked, straightening out his posture, and tilting his head.

"Uh… what are you talking about? Isn't your Boss a Gamer too?" Jasper questioned as Natsumi felt a migraine coming. She thought back to the first meeting with Daimen when the two met…. They had mentioned levels and quests…. And then it clicked.

"Holy shit… I really am dense, aren't I? That means… that Guild screen…!" Natsumi gasped, before smirking. "So that's how she got so strong so fast. She literally functions like an RPG character! Ha! Oh my God, why does this make so much sense now!" The former Yakuza said, stuffing her hands in her pockets before exhaling. "Sorry about that, I… I just realized that now. God, I'm dense…."

Jasper chuckled, before sitting down a ways away from the fire. "It's fine. Most people take a while to realize that someone like myself, or your boss for that matter, is what they are. World Hoppers have a tendency to blend in well enough so that no one really knows the difference. Though… to think that your boss formed a guild…. That means she dragged a bunch of people with her and considering that you're a Faunus and know nothing about Vacuo… that means your Boss's Patron must've changed you into being a Faunus, huh?" Jasper said, as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

Natsumi hummed. She was a Faunus…. Which meant she wasn't human anymore. But… she looked human enough. "So… I'm not a human anymore?" Natsumi asked as Jasper nodded.

"Transmutation usually does that. And from what I am aware, it carries over. Once you change your race or have it forcibly changed by some higher power, you cannot change it back. Hopefully, you weren't too attached to being a human," Jasper said, shrugging. Natsumi felt a sense of annoyance fester in her soul. So she was stuck as a human-cheetah hybrid. Or… a Faunus, whatever that was.

The man then blushed for… some reason, as he stammered out a question that made her want to cave in his skull.

"S-So… uh… I-I know this i-is gonna sound a-awful b-but… u-uh… w-when was your l-last… erm… p-p-p-period…?" Jasper stammered out, putting up his arms to block his face as indignation flared in Natsumi's eyes. Natsumi lunged toward Jasper, fist cocked back as she planned to sock him right between the eyes.

"YOU FUCKING—"

The only thing that stopped her fist from making contact with his face was a… mass of stitched-together, mutilated, deformed hands, arms, faces, and feet, mixed together with some sort of black goo, originating through the window. Natsumi jumped back in abstract horror before stumbling and falling on her ass. The giant tentacle of body horror and disgust writhed back outside, as Jasper let out a shaky sigh.

"W-What the fuck w-was that?!" Natsumi near shrieked as Jasper, yet again, let out a shaky sigh. He was seemingly collecting himself, his face scrunched up and contorted in a mix of fear and… thankfulness. He then opened his eyes, and stared at Natsumi with a conflicted gleam in his eyes, before swallowing whatever fear he had been feeling.

"That… was… uh, my partner. They… don't like it when someone attacks me…." As Jasper said that, she barely made out an 'apparently' from under his breath, almost as if he had been shocked. "A-And… I-I'm not t-trying to be a p-pervert… I just… um…. It's important considering… well… uh… you know…. You're an f-faunus now, and most f-faunus d-don't, well… have those."

Natsumi raised an eyebrow. "The fuck do you mean?" Natsumi said, shaking her head, trying to purge the image of whatever the fuck that thing was out of her mind. "And why does me telling you when my last period was, help you in any way?!" Natsumi snapped, glaring daggers at Jasper as he sighed.

"Because… that would be the month in which you'd… um…" he paused again as if he was trying to find his words. "Okay, so you know how animals don't bleed once a month, but instead have a… I guess… a mating cycle, wherein the female animal goes into… heat? I.E. the only time that animal can get pregnant?" Jasper said, biting his tongue.

Natsumi caught on immediately, and a sense of fear washed over her because she hadn't had her period…

Because it was supposed to be coming up this month.

"Oh…" Jasper seemed to know what she was thinking, and that mortified her for some reason. "Don't tell me… you didn't already have… that before you came here?"

"HOW THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!" Natsumi screamed, covering her face as her cheeks flared red. Her tail curled up behind her as her extra set of ears flopped down, drooping in despair. Jasper seemingly bit his tongue, before fidgeting in place for a few seconds.

"I… um… well, if you think that's bad, it gets worse, Y—"

"Don't tell me!" Natsumi whimpered, curling up into a ball. "Great, just fucking great! Not only am I part inbred abomination cat that can't cat right, I now go into heat like some wild fucking animal! FUCK ME!" Natsumi thought as she whimpered and wallowed in despair all by her lonesome. "L-Let me g-guess. M-male faunus c-can tell?" Natsumi asked, peeking through her hands as Jasper nodded silently, his mouth forming into a firm line.

"I… um… well, only other Cat-like Faunus can, at the very least. Unfortunately, that's the m-most common k-kind…." Jasper stammered out his reply, which only made Natsumi whimper again. She had no idea when this whole "heat" thing was going to kick in for her, and it was probably going to fucking suck massive donkey dick.

Well, at least she didn't have to worry about being jumped in an alleyway, raped and impregnated at random now as she did as a human. But, you know, the other two parts were still possible. That was if society was the same way as it was in her world, anyway. Or, perhaps, it was worse! Who fucking knew, because she sure as hell didn't! At least she could only have a child once a year. And where that would be a good trade-off, every male faunus that had some sort of feline trait would be attracted to her in a mile's radius like she was a fucking beacon that said: HEY, I CAN HAVE A CHILD! FUCK ME! in loud neon letters.

She let out yet another silent whimper, as Jasper sighed. "Well… um… say, a-are you and y-your group planning on going a-anywhere?" Jasper asked, thankfully trying to change the subject. Her extra set of ears twitched, as she slowly sat up, wiping at the corners of her eyes as she cleared her throat.

"We're trying to find my boss… problem is… uh, we got no food, and we haven't eaten since… I honestly don't fucking know. But I know we're starving, any chance you got some food?" Natsumi asked, her stomach grumbling as Jasper smiled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a bag of cut-up ham slices.

"I've got enough food and water to last ten days. Since I don't really need to eat, and nor does my… partner, if you come with us on our journey to Vale, we'll feed you. Besides, you might run into them on the way there!" Jasper suggested with an excited gleam in his eyes as Natsumi thought it over, popping a ham slice into her mouth, before immediately nodding. He had food and water, it only made sense to join him on his journey for a little while.

Besides, it wasn't as if he was evil or something, right? So, in the morning, once everyone was awake, they'd leave for wherever this "Vale" place was. And perhaps, they'd find Jolyne…

At least, she hoped she'd find Jolyne.

"Sure, we'll go with you. For now, though, I'm gonna crash. See you in the morning, Mr. Quartz," Natsumi said, earning a thumbs up from Jasper. She smiled, before going back into the curled-up ball she had been in moments ago, resting by the fire, closing her eyes, and going to sleep.

[Chiaki Nanami]

There were very few things that annoyed Chiaki more than the cold. And she was fairly certain that this Daimen fellow knew that, what with him being a higher being and all that stuff. That, and she also had reason to believe that he got his sick kicks from it, too.

Why? Well, the answer to that was simple: because she had been dropped into the middle of a fucking tundra. To make things worse, she was with a red-haired kid, some purple-haired twit who was constantly saying stupid shit to get on her nerves, and Gundham motherfucking Tanaka and his Overlord of Ice nonsense! And right now, she was trudging through knee-high snow with the redheaded kid on her back who was shivering despite her fire covering her entire arm and emitting enough heat to make a lava-guzzling lizard fall into a heatstroke.

Needless to say, this was not how she envisioned her day going.

Oh, and somehow the snow wasn't melting because of her fire. She didn't know why, but maybe the fire wasn't hot enough. And if that was the case, then that said a hell of a lot more about the snow than her fire.

The only thing that was making things better was the fact that the purple-haired asshole, Kokichi Ouma if she even bothered to remember his name correctly, was using his probability magic stuff to prevent the snow from blowing in their faces. Which… was actually very useful, but she felt like complaining anyway.

And while the three of them were suffering, Gundham wasn't even phased. And if he was, he wasn't showing it. Either to spite her specifically or because he genuinely wasn't phased by it. Either way, it was annoying her, and the quicker they got out of the cold, the better!

Oh, and for some strange reason, Gundham now had a pair of polar bear ears on his head. No idea where those came from, but Gundham was NOT phased by it even in the slightest. Kokichi found it funny that he had a purple monkey's tail, though, which went to show just how lightly he was taking the situation—because how could he NOT be confused or angry that he had a monkey tail?!

Well, then again, humans were just evolved monkeys, so maybe that's why he didn't care….

Yeah, that was probably it.

"M-M-Ms. N-N-Nanami…. W-When w-will w-w-we f-f-find s-shelter?" The kid on her back muttered as Chiaki sighed. She felt bad for the poor brat, mainly because he wasn't wearing winter-appropriate clothing. And while typically she wouldn't care all too much about that, even she in her despair-crazed mind knew that a child's safety was first and foremost.

"I don't know, Masaru," Chiaki replied, her tone of voice solemn. They had been walking in a single direction for what felt like hours now, and she was fairly sure that the only reason why she hadn't contracted hypothermia was because of her fire spell. The same applied to everyone else, as they all stayed close to her to get the warmth of the fire that she was emitting.

At times like these… she really wished for some form of help. And seeing as they were all stuck walking in one direction with no sense of direction, and no idea where to go, a part of her revelled in the despair that they were going to die out in the frozen wasteland. But the more primal side of her, the side of her that wanted to live, pushed through more, which was why she hadn't given up. And while she hated the word, and only slightly—slightly—welcomed the sensation, she hoped that some help would arrive.

"Hey, uh… guys? You see that flying… Helicopter with the jets up ahead?" Kokichi blurted out as Chiaki looked up. Lo and behold, there was a giant white and black… helicopter with two thin jet turbines flying toward them with… spotlights? The spotlights landed on them, and a voice came out from the giant flying plane helicopter hybrid thing.

"Halt! Unknown civilians! You are entering the area of The Kingdom of Atlas! Stay right where you are! Do not move a muscle while we land!" The voice came out as… authoritarian, and… feminine. And while a part of her wanted to spite the voice's demands, she was a little stunned by the things she said. Kingdom of Atlas? Well, they were in another world, which made sense. But Kingdoms.

At the thought of a kingdom, Chiaki instinctively thought about medieval times, not futurism and all that fun stuff. And so, heeding the orders of the mysterious voice from the strange helicopter jet hybrid, everyone stayed still, though Chiaki kept her flames on so that she could keep warm and see in the dark. After a few moments, the big thing landed, and outstepped… someone, and with them were two armed, heavily armoured guards of some kind.

The someone in question was, obviously, a woman. She was tall, with rather pale skin and, from what she could make out, a very light blue colour of eyes. The most noticeable thing was her hair, which had been tied into a bun, though there was a long streak of hair that went down to the base of her shoulder. And that was about it in terms of facial features that she could make out from the distance the two shared.

Her outfit was… very militaristic. She wore a white long-sleeved coat with a single dark blue… button-down half shirt? That was the best way Chiaki could describe it—honestly, she was not into the whole fashion thing. What she did notice was the red jewelled brooch on her collar, it was very shiny and eye-catching, so that was probably why she paid more attention to that than anything else.

The aforementioned jacket ran down to her knees in length, which went to show that she was, at the very least, confident that she'd never trip over herself. Her sleeves, were interesting, namely because from the shoulder to the elbow, they practically exposed her outer arm. Which, in this cold climate, was downright stupid. Ignoring that, aside from the garter straps that were laid overtop dark blue pants, and said garter straps having been used to keep up a pair of grey thigh-high boots, there wasn't much else to talk about, because once again, her outfit was not exactly important at the moment.

As the woman approached, the two guards followed suit. Once she was about a few feet away, she stopped and stared at them. "What are you all doing out here in the freezing cold? And in the middle of a blizzard, no less. That half makes me think you're either trespassers or, perhaps suicidal fools, especially with the spike in Grimm activity," the white-haired woman said, her tone of voice cold and calm.

"We didn't exactly plan on being here, Missus…?" Gundham began, as the woman gave him a sharp and even glare.

"That is specialist to you, sir. But, for the record, I am Specialist Schnee of the Atlassian Military. And, if you don't know me, that means you are not from Atlas, are you?" Specialist Schnee said, her arms behind her back in a rather striking yet professional pose. Her questioning gleam made it feel like she was being interrogated moreso than being asked a simple question.

"Well, considering we fell from a rift in the sky, I think it's safe to say that, no, we aren't from Atlas. Whatever Atlas is," Kokichi replied, a shit-eating grin on his face. Specialist Schnee raised an eyebrow, before closing her eyes, and humming.

"I see… so that was what we were detecting in our airspace an hour ago…. Then I hope you don't mind coming with us then, no? Of course, not as guests, but as prisoners until we can find out what your origins are," Specialist Schnee said as her eyes narrowed toward the fire on Chiaki's arm. "Oh, and we'll be asking you about that because our Aura readers don't say anything about any of you having Aura, which therefore means no semblance. So if you could kindly deactivate your fire, we will be taking you in now."

As soon as Specialist Schnee said that, the guards raised their weapons toward them, as the Specialist cast upon them a truly terrifying glare. "There is no option."

The last words that anyone from that group spoke after being carted away onto the strange helicopter plane hybrid, was Kokichi, and to the entire situation, he shouted into the air: "This is such fucking bullshit!"

And Chiaki couldn't have agreed more.

[Chinatsu]

To say that Chinatsu Ouma was beyond annoyed was a bit of an understatement. Not because she got dropped off into another world—honestly she was kind of glad she was now able to travel around The Multiverse, even if it was only because D.I.C.E. and The Grey Council had allied—but because of her current circumstances.

You see, she was annoyed for three reasons. Reason one: She had been separated from her brother, which was bad for a multitude of reasons that would span a 500-page document—in detail—for the person who found him. Reason two: For whatever stupid reason, the mental link communication was being blocked. Blocked by who? Well, Chinatsu didn't know. All that she knew was that it was NOT a good sign at all whatsoever.

And, reason three, the most important reason: She had been locked up in a cage with her teammates, with metal spears pointed at them by what appeared to be beastmen, aka humans with animalistic features. And by they, she meant herself and Sayaka, because Saichi and Nagisa, both of whom had mysteriously transformed into beastmen themselves—horse for Nagisa and for Saichi a deer, specifically a fawn.

"Okay… is this necessary?" Chinatsu bit out, staring at the two beastmen guards, one being a cow and the other being a rabbit. "Like, we pose literally no threat to you, and you cage us? That's like… blunder number one, pal," Chinatsu bit out, glaring at the two guards, who glared back.

"Says the human invading our lands and trying to capture two of our kind and take them with you, most likely for dubious reasons," the rabbit beastmen bit back, huffing as the cow beastmen spoke up.

"Your kind are not welcome on Menagerie, and most of the Kingdoms know this. Which means you're here for two things. A: you're either part of the slave trade or B… actually, no, only one option. Because The Chieftan wouldn't want humans here anyway unless it is for trade, and even then they're restricted to the harbours, and seeing as you're definitely not at the harbours, but rather near our village, I'll go with the former. So, once we take these people back to their families, you're going to be put to trial, and most likely be exiled or, if I have my way, executed."

As the cow beastmen guard continued to speak, irritation began to boil over in Chinatsu's face as Sayaka slowly backed away from her, who had remained silent even during their capture. Chinatsu sucked in a breath, walked calmly over to the cage bars, grabbed them, and with narrowed eyes pried the bars open with both hands, and stepped out of the cage…

Which resulted in several spears being thrust at her by the guards, all of which were blown away by a gust of wind she created by exhaling a little too hard, Galeforce Winds was a favourite spell of hers, knocking all the guards on their asses, and leaving the cow beastmen guard stunned.

Chinatsu then smacked away the rabbit guard, who had charged her, with a single backhand so hard that they crashed through several trees off in the distance and lay on the floor unconscious, before then grabbing the cow beast man by the collar of their chainmail armour, and taking them down to her level, glaring them in the eyes.

"If you ever, and I mean ever accuse me, or my friends of being a part of a slave trade, I will personally make you shit out your intestinal tract. Am I understood?" Chinatsu bit out, before stomping on their left knee, and knocking them two the ground. Sayaka, Saichi, and Nagisa gasped at the action, as the blue-haired Gamer kicked the cow beastmen in the gut, knocking the wind out of their proverbial sails, and rendering them unconscious.

The other guards, who were starting to get to their feet, shakily pointed their weapons at Chinatsu. All it took was a single glare at the closest one to her right for said guard to drop their spear. Everyone else followed suit as Chinatsu inhaled sharply, and exhaled, before smiling. "I'm an alien. And as the saying goes, take me to your leader…" as Chinatsu said that, pure light from Light Beam began to form on her fist, as she narrowed her eyes, along with her smile turning into a scowl. "Or else."

Needless to say, herself, Sayaka, Saich, and Nagisa were all taken to the main town of this Menagerie place, which she found slightly familiar for some reason or another, although she couldn't put her finger on it as to why. When they made it to the village, she noted that everyone who saw them that weren't guards cowered in fear of her, some even taking their children and ushering them inside, while some openly glared at her… for some reason or another.

Were these beastmen afraid of her? But why? She had done no wrong. Was it because she was human? Was that what was causing them this kind of fear? If so, why? That, and it was late out, with the moon—which was shattered by the way, and she'd really like to know how that happened—being in the dead center of the starry sky.

And then it hit her like a truck.

Holy fuck, she was in Remnant. Mother. Fucking. Grimm Infested. Remnant.

Unfortunatly for her, because her System was locked to her spawning world, she couldn't join any of the factions or gain any of the class bonuses of this world. There were certain perks that Multiversal Systems had that regular Systems didn't. And quite frankly it was kind of bullshit. But then again, she had never planned to leave her spawn world in the first place, considering up until now that was basically impossible.

By the time she reached the end of her thought process, she stood outside of a small, humble-looking building. The building was primarily built out of wood with a stone foundation. It was very Japanese-inspired, as were most things in the RWBY universe, up to and including the symbol of the money they used, Mistral's everything and the powers being so anime that they might as well have been ripped out of a long-running Manga.

Now that she thought about it, The Faunus reminded her of The Demi-humans from Rising Of The Shield Hero…

"Bah, whatever, doesn't matter…" Chinatsu thought, frowning. "So, do I just go in, or…?" Chinatsu asked one of the guards, who had just come out of the building, most likely telling the Chieftan about her arrival, as the one to her left nodded.

"Y-Yes… um… you won't kill us, right?" The guard asked as Chinatsu scoffed.

"Please. I never planned to in the first place," Chinatsu replied, gesturing for the other three to stay put as she walked into the building, and then again through a tent-like entrance inside the building that led to a room, as she stared face to face with the Chief of Menagerie.

The first thing she noticed was that his room was… rather welcoming. There were candles in holsters that were screwed to wooden polls that lined the rather massive Chieftan's room. Several family portraits and photos were lining the walls, which indicated that this Chieftan had a family—as to be expected. There wasn't much else to comment on, other than that the place felt… normal.

And then there was the Chieftan himself.

Even while sitting, he was fucking huge. He was easily, and she meant easily 8 feet tall. He had a large, manly black beard, sharp, yellow eyes, and a tanned white complexion. His hair reached down to the back of his neck, and was parted in three ways at the top, slicked back and brushed to perfection. He wore a giant dark-purple, white fur-trimmed, open jacket with a silver metal spaulder that was attached to a clasp via curved metal strips.

He had a giant patch of fur on the center of his chest, and, more noticeably he had a giant scar spanning from where she could see his upper chest, cutting diagonally across to the other end of his lower waist—which had mostly been covered by a giant metal belt buckle.

Due to the fact that he was sitting, Chinatsu couldn't tell what he was wearing for legwear, but she had to assume it was some kind of pants, which she knew that giant ass metal belt buckle was keeping said legwear from falling off.

"A human…." The Chieftan growled out, glaring at her. "Why are you on my island?" The man asked as Chinatsu crossed her arms.

"To be fair, I had no idea it was your island. I came from the sky not long ago, and the first thing I'm greeted to are armed militia men pointing spears at my and my friend's faces. Something tells me you don't like humans too much," Chinatsu said, sighing. "Though, to be fair, you have every right to. Our kind enslaves yours, from what I understand, no?"

"You're right on the lien, trespasser. And if you were smart, you'd leave. The only time humans come to this island is to rape and pillage it. And quite frankly, we've had enough of your kind coming here and ruining things. First, it was Atlas nearly over two decades ago, now it's this "Knight of The Cross" person. Both of which were human. And if you don't have a way off the island, I can assure you that our boatsmen would be glad to take you away," the man responded, levelling a glare at her.

"In the middle of the night? You sure about that?" Chinatsu contested. She was a little confused, too, namely on one particular detail that didn't feel… RWBY enough, per se. "Also, you mentioned a "Knight of The Cross." Uh… what do you mean by that?" Chinatsu asked. She quite frankly never heard of a character like that.

Admittedly, she had only gotten to Volume four of the show before she dropped the damn thing like a brick because she saw that the show was declining. So, she had no idea if it had continued and introduced a character with that kind of imagery…. Despite the fact that RWBY had no reason to delve into that because they had gods and religious figures of their own, with their own symbols and all that fun stuff.

This then led Chinatsu to believe that there might've been another Multiversal Gamer in this world other than Jolyne, and that idea scared her. Jolyne was scary in her own right, but for another Multiversal Gamer to be here, and have made changes to the world already….

"Oh God, this is not good!" Chinatsu thought as she bit her lip. When she looked at the Chieftan, he had a raised eyebrow.

"You mean to tell me you're not with him?" The man asked as Chinatsu gave him a stupefied look.

"If I am saying "who is that guy" that typically means I don't know what you're talking about, guy," Chinatsu responded, her tone deadpan as the man blinked, before looking to the ground with a scowl. He was clearly thinking about something, and once he reached the end of that train of thought indicated by the gleam in his eyes flaring with a sense of relief, he turned his gaze back onto her.

"Then I apologize for my… rude behaviour. I am not used to humans who come here without the purpose of doing… unspeakable things. The other kingdoms don't send help when we ask for it, so we've been at his whims for a handful of years now. So this truly is a sight for sore eyes. Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Ghira Belladonna, Chieftan of Menagerie. What is your name, stranger?" Ghira said as Chinatsu smiled.

"Now we're getting somewhere. The name's Chinatsu Ouma. And I'm from a completely different universe. So excuse me for being a little bit slow on the upkeep," Chinatsu said as Ghira's eyes widened.

"An… another universe? So… you are like him then. He said the same thing, just swap the name for Jamol Anderson," Ghira spat out the name like venom. "How can I know to trust you, human, if you introduce yourself the same way as that rapist, racist pig."

There was a flair of real, honest to god rage in his eyes, and that part scared her slightly. However, that painted the picture of this other Multiversal Gamer as nothing more than a monster. And now, she had a name to work off of. She frowned in sadness, shaking her head. "Not all of us are like him. I've never met him before, but I can already tell he's a piece of work," Chinatsu replied, biting the inside of her lip. "If you want me to leave, I will. But… all I ask for is a place for myself and my friends to sleep for the night and a guarantee that me and my friends, including the two Faunus with me, are allowed to travel to the safety of another Kingdom. Preferably Vale."

Ghira nodded. "I would, in fact, prefer you leave. And, we can assure you that, at the very least. There is a shelter that lets travellers sleep for free for one night. That should be all you need. But by sunrise, I want you and your friends off this island, or we will imprison you. Am I understood?" Ghira explained as Chinatsu closed her eyes, as a sick feeling washed over her.

Whatever this Jamol person did… it was bad enough to traumatize an entire fucking race of people. And that… that just went to show the level of power they had to have. How the fuck were any of them going to get that powerful? Sure, Jolyne was strong, but… she was NOT that strong.

No way, no how.

That bit of fear aside, she kept a calm composure, inhaled to calm herself, then exhaled before nodding.

"I understand, Chieftan Belladonna. Please excuse me," Chinatsu said, leaving the building. A part of her wondered what it was that caused the man to be so jaded. Although, if this Jamol Anderson person is what he was described to be, the chances of that man's wife from the photo's having been taken were a high likely hood. The only reason why she knew Blake Belladonna was probably alright was that she was already with the White Fang by this point, or, perhaps no longer with The White Fang and in Beacon with Team RWBY.

Either way, that put her currently in the "pre-canon" or "just starting canon" territory of things. Now, deciding which part of that coin she was on, she had no idea. All she knew was that things were not normal, and something told her that Jamol Anderson was at fault for it.

Chinatsu looked toward Sayaka, Nagisa, and Saichi, then toward the guard to her left. "Take me to the shelter, and wake us up early so that we can leave this place, Chieftan's orders," Chinatsu said as the guard nodded firmly.

"Follow me."

And off they went.

-To Be Continued-