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[Response to Reviews/Comments]

(Qoutev) TACO SENSEI: Nah, it wasn't foreshadowing. They're on the same Remnant. Now, as for later on….

(Guest) Reader 451: Yeah, her confronting Raven, at least, in combat, won't be happening for a while now. If they were to fight right now, at the current level that Jolyne is at, it would be a serious 50/50 as to who came out on top, and even then, that's debatable. How I see it, though, Jolyne was only barely able to beat Izuru, and that was through luck. With how I have planned Aura to work in this, she doesn't stand a chance with skill alone. It would be a numbers game at that point, and… yeah, no. You're pretty spot on with how that would end up. Kinda. And, as for Jupiter and Titan… yeah, let's just say they throw things off immensely.

Bearticguy7: Tyrone is going to be a mainstay. He's a more… interesting kind of Beowulf than the regular ones. If you've watched TTIGRAAS then you might know how I'm going with this.

Kolt999: Never heard of Odin's Sphere, but I have to assume that a character named Oswald is important to that game.

Politics sucks and Ozpin hates it, Jamol is a douchebag (what's new there) and Tyrone most definitely has that dawg in 'im. I have plans for Tyrone, he's not just going to remain a basic Beowulf. Also… Mommy Salami? What the—you know what, no. I'm not even going to ask.

Now, as for Jamol and his Voldemort treatment, you're kinda spot on with the whole "speak his name and he can see what you're up to" kind of thing. And, as for the whole Demi-God thing—every Multiversal Gamer is considered a "Demi-God" due to their job, and due to their soul being part human, no matter what race they take up.

And no, Jamol is The God of… well, you'll find that out later on.

As always, you have a good day Kolt!

Now, with that out of the way… Let's jump into the new chapter!

[Jasper Quartz and Makaria Plutos belong to Shine357]

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[Masaru]

Sitting in a prison cell wasn't exactly how Masaru had envisioned spending his time in this new world. Then again, he also hadn't envisioned being dropped in a frozen wasteland either. He was thankful that the building they—and by they he meant Kokichi, Gundham, himself, and Chiaki—were being kept in had heating so that he didn't freeze to death.

Speaking of which, they were being kept in separate cells, which were made of blue holographic walls that seemed impenetrable. He hadn't tried to use The Fool to see if he could have it slip underneath the hologram walls, but he also wasn't intending on causing havoc. Chiaki on the other hand, who was in the cell behind him, had tried to sling both electricity and fire at the cell walls, and seeing as nothing came of it, he reasoned that if they were able to block Chiaki's fire and electric attacks, then they could probably block The Fool as well.

Speaking of The Fool, he had summoned it to his right in the form of a robotic-looking blue jay—one of his favourite birds. He had manifested it to be the same size as his pinkie finger, which was where he had kept it sitting as he kicked his legs back and forth whilst he sat on a rather uncomfortable metal slab that the mean Winter lady called a bed.

Another thing about these cells was that they were soundproof, meaning that he couldn't hear any of his other friends—and he used that word loosely in terms of Gundham and Kokichi—which he viewed as a benefit.

The last thing he wanted was for that nasty Winter lady to show up again. The whole time they were riding on this "bullhead" thing she was rude, overly demanding of information that she quite frankly didn't need to know, and constantly threatened to have them be "punished under Atlas's governing body" if they didn't cooperate.

Personally, he wanted to know who Atlas was, and why their body was being governed. Although, he had to assume that "Atlas" was the floating city that he and his friends were brought to.

"This place sucks…." Masaru moaned as he rested against the rear wall of his cell, staring up at the bland mechanical ceiling. He glanced over to his fellow travel buddies and watched as they did random things. Gundham was meditating, Kokichi was sleeping, and Chiaki was… honestly he had no idea what she was doing other than staring violently at a camera with a menacing amount of electricity jumping off of her clothes.

Then, out of nowhere, his cell just disappeared, and only his cell. When he fell backwards, The Fool quickly spread out from its bird form and transformed into a comfortable sand chair that he fell into rather than the cold, gross metal floor.

"Mr. Daimon, was it?" The voice of that rude Winter lady assaulted his ears as Masaru looked over to his right. Much to his dread, the mean lady was standing there, staring at him as if he had committed a violent act of crime. "The General will like to see you now. And, for the record, any use of your semblance is—"

"It's not a Semblance, whatever that is…. My guardian calls it a Stand."

Winter blinked, her already rude expression now gaining a deep frown. "Whatever you want to call it is whatever you want to call it, however, the point still stands. Use of it in the General's office, even if benign will result in punishment. Am I understood?"

Masaru rolled his eyes in response to that. "That'll make my guardian angry. You don't want to make her angry."

Winter scowled, picking him up by the back of his shirt in a demeaning fashion, like a grumpy teacher catching him about to do an epic prank. "And what does that supposed to mean?" Winter asked, her tone filled with disciplinary levels of levelled and controlled anger. Masaru smirked, The Fool conjuring behind him what he envisioned to be a burning city.

Winter looked behind him and raised an eyebrow. Before she could speak, Masaru spoke instead. "The last place we came from no longer exists because, when my guardian got angry, she destroyed the entire city we lived in. There were no survivors, aside from us, my guardian, and the people who sided with her. As I said, you don't want to make her angry."

Winter frowned, dropping him to the floor with a thud. "Nice try, kid. Your imagination is splendid. Maybe you should use that imagination for more than just lies. Now, follow me." And just like that, the mean lady walked forward, as two armed men appeared behind him. Not wanting to know what those futuristic guns did, Masaru followed the mean Winter lady.

His day just couldn't get any worse, could it?

[?]

When Winter alerted him about the anomalous entities that had breached Atlas air space, General James Ironwood had been under the assumption that it was an unknown aircraft. Which, in all likelihood, made sense. Logically speaking, it made sense for that to be the case. However, it was quickly made apparent to him that that was indeed not the case.

The four prisoners, two faunus and two humans were strangely well-behaved except the one with what appeared to be, as outlandish as it seemed, two semblances, one of fire and one of lightning, who was constantly trying to break her way out of the holographic prison cell by blasting it with electricity and fire. When that turned out to not be working, she vindictively stared at the camera with electricity jumping off of her clothes.

Needless to say, he was glad that he had made the choice to imprison them so that nothing bad happened to his people or his soldiers. The last thing he wanted was for there to be a misunderstanding and for the crazy lady in a hoodie to attack the person who inconvenienced her.

That was a recipe for disaster.

Of course, the idea of the prisoner in question having some form of magical ability did not illude James. Ozpin, the Grimm Queen, and he-who-shall-not-be-named for fear of a data leak had magic, so it wasn't too outrageous to assume that these people also had magic and somehow breached Atlas air space using it.

And while asking a child seemed stupid, because he was the only one who seemed to have a modicum of sanity and didn't blabber about nonsense—at least to a realistic degree—made the boy the best option to try and divulge answers from. The last thing he wanted was for the erratic one with lightning and fire to have some sort of fit and start attacking.

As for the faunus… well, with White Fang attacks skyrocketing globally, he couldn't be too sure if these were faunus of the fang or if they were regular citizens. In any case, he wasn't going to push his luck. Which, yet again, only left the valid option of the child who was now sitting in front of him, who had a mechanical bird that appeared out of thin air, to be his only source of information on these people. And so, seeing as he had nothing to lose at this moment, he decided to begin the pseudo-interrogation.

"You must be Masaru Daimon. That was the name that Specialist Schnee gave me. Is that your real name, or a fake name?" James asked, arms crossed as the boy, dressed in sports attire, rubbed at his nose.

"Well, it's what my mother named me. So I think it's a real name…, uh… sir," Masaru replied as James nodded. He glanced over to Winter and gestured for her to leave. She gave the boy a passing glance but left the room as silently instructed. The boy sighed in relief, making James raise an eyebrow. "I don't like her, she's mean."

James couldn't help but smile at that. "Well, she is a high-ranking official. She takes her job seriously. It isn't her job to be nice," James replied as the boy cracked a grin. James regained composure, before steepling his fingers and steeling his expression. "Alright. I'm going to explain this in a very simple way so that you can understand just why it is that you have been detained. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Due to your age, I'm assuming you have only finished elementary school. Am I correct in assuming this?"

"Uh, yeah. Well, I was about to before… something happened," Masaru replied, his tone a bit nervous sounding, which indicated a reluctance to share information, or a flat-out lie. Considering he wasn't sweating, he assumed it was the former over the latter.

"Do you mind telling me what it is that happened?" James questioned, deciding to forgo his explanation, as he was now intrigued by what the boy said. Maybe this would give him the answers he was looking for instead. Was it unprofessional? Definitely, but at the same time, he was on a tight time frame, and he had other things that needed to be done right now.

When he asked that question the boy straightened out a bit, his shoulders a little tense. A part of James wondered why it was that this Masaru boy was so nervous. Or, perhaps he was scared? That was indeed a possibility. James wasn't exactly the friendliest of faces, that much he was very well aware of, even if he was trying to look less like a politician and more like a comforting figure—which as he could tell was backfiring tremendously.

Let it be known that General James Ironwood was never exactly good with children.

After a few more minutes of tense, awkward silence, the boy spoke up again. "My… Guardian. She got angry, and… well… for a bunch of reasons I don't know, she… destroyed the city we lived in, sent us to meet her boss, and her boss split us up into different parts of the world."

Now that got Ironwood curious, and also suspicious. Someone with the prowess to level cities wasn't exactly uncalled for. Some semblances the world had to offer were terrifying and bone-chilling. But, that wasn't to say someone like the average citizen could just have a semblance. This meant that this person who supposedly levelled an entire city would have to have a vast amount of aura. Said aura would have to have been unlocked by someone or done so naturally, which wasn't exactly an easy process. He would know….

That aside, this boy's guardian's boss had to be powerful to split up a group potentially as big as 16 people across the world. His first thought was The Witch, but even if that was the case why would she employ children as young as 13 to her side?

James was paranoid, but he was not that paranoid.

"And might I ask who this boss is?" James questioned Masaru, who shook his head. James raised an eyebrow. "And why not?" The General asked as Masaru shrugged.

"I don't know. I just don't feel like it. Besides, I barely saw them. I was mostly with my friends, so even if I wanted to, I couldn't really tell you. Oh! But they were really scary, that much I do remember!" Masaru replied as James frowned. Unfortunatly, that was all he was going to get out of a child. He could try and ask one of the older individuals, but then again, he wasn't about to risk being electrocuted, fried, frozen, or… whatever that purple-haired faunus could do.

James watched as the mechanical bird on the boy's shoulder hopped off of the boy's shoulder and onto his lap… before dematerializing into sand and transforming into a robotic cat. "That's quite the semblance you have there, young man…" James noted as the boy smiled.

"Thanks! Oh, uh… but it's called a Stand. I think my guardian said that it was a physical manifestation of my soul! Cool, right!" Masaru replied as James, once again, felt a sense of curiosity. What the boy just explained was exactly what Aura was… but this boy, from what he could tell, didn't have an Aura. At least, not according to his Aura reader on his scroll, which he had open on his lap to make sure that the boy didn't try anything.

Which begged the question…. "Just how did you get your power? You don't have an Aura, which means you shouldn't have a semblance…." Perhaps this was also magic? Or—

The boy slammed his head hard against his desk, so much so that blood trailed down it. James nearly shouted in shock and alarm. He jumped out of his seat to try and make sure the boy was okay… when a disc came out of his head covered in white slime. James had no idea what the hell was going on, and the only thing that broke him out of his stupor was the boy mumbling "push it back in" in a pained voice.

So… James did just that. And then, as if nothing had happened, the boy was back to being himself, though rubbing his head in what appeared to be pain. Before James could berate the boy for doing something so idiotic that it physically seemed impossible, Masaru spoke. "My guardian…" the boy began as he cracked his neck from side to side "used one of her abilities to give me a special DISC that allowed me to awaken my soul's inner strength! Pretty cool right? I found out you could remove the disc by hitting someone's head really hard when I fell down the stairs at my old house. It sucked, but… yeah, that's how I can prove to people that I have powers! Nifty, right?"

It was official. James Ironwood needed to know more about this boy's guardian. The person that the boy was describing didn't sound like Salem even in the slightest, but on the off chance that it was or perhaps even one of her allies, James was going to need all the information he could.

The idea of this person being someone similar to him did not illude him even in the slightest, but he preferred to believe that he was just a fluke and that nothing like him would ever appear ever again. So for the sake of his sanity—or what little remained of it, seriously this job was probably going to be the death of him—he was going to push that idea as far away as humanly possible. He already had enough to deal with as it was, he did not want that stacked on top of the already looming pile.

He watched as the boy's Sand creature reappeared as a small little dog… wolf creature with a feather a mane and tires for hind legs appear next to him, before it morphed back into the robotic cat, and went back to his lap.

"Tell me, what's the name of your Guardian?"

"Well…" Masaru started, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of telling him his guardian's name, before carelessly shrugging and smiling. "Her name is….!"

[Jolyne Brooks]

Jolyne sneezed as she rode atop Tyrone the Beowulf. The large dog-like creature had been kicking up dust, so that was probably the reason for it. It was a little annoying, seeing as her nose was now itchy, and seeing as she was hanging on for dear life, she couldn't scratch her nose. Luckily for her, Whitesnake came in clutch and scratched the tip of her nose, relieving her of her stupid contrivance.

At the same time, Tyrone came to a halt in front of what appeared to be a small army of muscular, primitive weapon-wielding men, women, and… even pre-pubescent children. The clothes on their backs were made of leather and.. perhaps straw. It gave her real medieval-era vibes, which only made it even more confusing when she saw them so boldly stand in front of her. They had all stopped as well, but their expressions of confusion and fear didn't quite match their defiant stances.

"So… ya'll the lot of bandits I was told were out here?" Jolyne asked, hopping off of Tyrone, who was growling in the bandit's general direction.

"Did you just ride a fucking—"

"Answer my question," the moment those words came out of Jolyne's mouth, she was in front of the lead bandit, or at least the one leading the charge, and had her hand around his throat so fast that the man could barely even process it. The man had all but dropped his weapon as it clambered to the ground in a weak but profound ring.

"A-Ack—Can't b-breathe!" The man tried to say, as Jolyne frowned. Clearly, this was going nowhere, so she released the grip she had on the man ever so slightly. When that was done, the man glared at her and roared. "ATTACK!"

"So they are. Got it." Jolyne thought as she transformed her hand into magma, burning the man's head off of his shoulders. The others were heedless of this action and just started thrusting and slashing at her… to no avail. Any attack that hit her simply did nothing, as the metal burned inside her magmatic body.

As they each realized that their expressions bordered on terrified and confused, as Jolyne yawned. "W-What the hell are you?!"

"Who, me?" Jolyne asked as she looked over in the direction of the person—a teenager—who asked that question. The teen stumbled backward, as Jolyne smiled. "I'm the protector of Styx. And you all are going to attack it, right? So, I guess that means I'm talking to a corpse!" When Jolyne said that, she raised her arm into the air, and with a wide, malicious grin, she spat out the name of the spell she had been meaning to try out with anger and vitriol toward the bandits, all of whom were planning to do God knows what to that settlement. "BELLOWING THUNDER!"

The clouds in the sky grew dark overhead, and conjoined overtop the horde of bandits. The moment they realized what was about to happen, they all started running for their tiny, puny, insignificant lives. But it was all for nought, as in a split second, a giant dark purple bolt of pure, raw, natural electricity struck the ground smack dab in the center of the group of all 3,000 bandits, sending far over 50,000 watts of electricity through the ground, with the only things being immune to the spell's effects being Jolyne and Tyrone.

A majority of the bandits fell to the ground, dead. If Jolyne had to make an educated guess, she would assume that at least 90% of them died in one single lightning strike. Either these people were so weak that they could die to a level 1 spell, or she was just that strong. Either way, it didn't matter to Jolyne. All that mattered was that she was going to make sure these bandits regretted every life choice that they ever made.

By her guess, there were at least 300 or so still alive And that was 300 too many in Jolyne's opinion. Oh, sure, she was a massive hypocrite for killing these bandits, what with her being a terrorist and probably having killed millions of people thanks to her actions in the last world she was in, but seeing as this was a clean slate for her to be a, somewhat, good person, the dual-haired dragon mage didn't so much care as to if she sounded or looked like a hypocrite to those that knew her—which was absolutely no one outside of those who came with her.

Jolyne lowered her arm after she cast the spell. She was glad about the results, but what she wasn't so glad about was the fact that some were still alive. And while she originally had planned to kill them all, what better way than to get information as to who was leading these shmucks than straight from the source? With that in mind, Jolyne looked over to Tyrone with a mischievous grin on her face and patted the massive black spikey hound on the head, before pointing him in the direction of the fleeing bandits. "Go get'em, boy. But leave one of them alive and bring them to me, m'kay?"

In response, Tyrone the Beowulf howled and charged the remaining 300. A few of the idiots tried to pick up their metal weapons off the ground, only to get electrocuted by the electrically charged weapons, causing another 30 of them to drop dead. The other 270 were smart and kept running, not that it mattered. Tyrone caught up to them in record time, and… it was a massacre to say the very least. The big black spikey wolf slashed, bit, ripped and tore anyone who got even within arms reach of him—who or what they were not mattering even in the slightest.

Blood, guts, sinew, bones, it didn't matter what came out of them, as they all died the same way—death by Beowulf. Tyrone was heedless of what came his way. The Beowulf didn't judge them by age, gender, or appearance. The big bad wolf tore them all apart equally as he would any other creature in his path. Jolyne watched from the distance, as her creation went to town on the bandits.

By the time Tyrone had lessened the numbers down to 200, the ground was already soaked in blood and guts. It wasn't as if Jolyne was fine with seeing this. All of this death was needless in her opinion, but at the same time, these morons did make the mistake of hurting innocent people, so she thought that it balanced itself out. The only thing she was really against was the teenagers having been dead. Then again, if they had grown up all their lives being bandits, then they were lost causes anyway.

It took around another minute or so for Tyrone to be done with his little massacre. The Beowulf pranced over to her with one of the bandits, a teenage boy who looked as if he just turned 14 maybe a week or so ago, who looked scared shitless. Tyrone was carrying him in his mouth by the back of his collar, wagging his long tail the whole way.

The Beowulf dropped the boy in front of her, as he panted with an excited fervour. Jolyne smiled, patting the big dog on the head, before looking down at the frightened teenager with a glare and a stern frown. Before any words were spoken, Jolyne used CHECK on the boy to get some basic information, like a name or something like that.

Name: Clay Granite

[Lv. 100]

HP: 3,000/15,250

Stamina: 100/4,521

Aura Level: N/A (Not unlocked)

Mana: N/A

Faction: The Branwen Bandits

Description: A Bandit by blood and blood alone, forced to do so for the sole reason as to the fact that his parents were a part of the Branwen Tribe.

Jolyne dismissed CHECK and lessened the frown, but kept the glare. Clay did not so much as move as he stared up at her with a mix of anger, resentment, and fear. From the looks of things, and from the looks of the bruises and seeing as they were faded, either this boy was being abused by his bandit parents, or, perhaps, he was simply a rumble-rouser and got into fights.

Jolyne wasn't going to assume anything. All she planned to do was get information out of the boy, and send him running back to his boss crying and screaming in fear. If he was abused, then, at least this time around, she didn't care. The boy was a bandit, even if it was because of birth that made him like that. His description didn't give her any reason to believe he hated being a bandit, and considering the boy was staring at her with fear, but more importantly anger and resentment, it was clear to her that she was right to assume that the boy was scum just like the rest of the bastards she killed today.

"So, Clay Granite, you're going to make my job easier, and tell me who's leading you, and who told you to attack The Settlement of Styx. Depending on your answer depends on if you keep your life. Okay?" Jolyne spat, staring down at the teenager, who simply stared back. It took Tyrone growling at him to get him to speak up, and even when he did, it was with a considerable amount of hot-blooded rage.

"You monster! You filthy fucking animal! I—"

Jolyne took immense pleasure in stomping on the brat's hand. The boy screamed and pain as Jolyne smirked. "Last chance, or next time, it's your head," Jolyne spat again, casting a dark shadow over the boy, and blocking the sun from his view. "Tell me who's leading you, and who told you to attack The Settlement of Styx. Depending on your answer depends on if you keep your life. Okay?". As Jolyne said that, she ground the end of her boot into the broken and bloodied hand she stomped on, as the boy screamed in agony.

Once again, the boy remained quiet, not saying anything until Tyrone drooled all over the boy's face, making him spit and gag and cough. This time, when he spoke, it was with a disconcerting amount of fear and pain, rather than anger and hot-blooded rage. "R-Raven! R-Raven Branwen!" The boy yelped as Jolyne raised an eyebrow. Branwen? As in Qrow Branwen? She wasn't too surprised, seeing as his description had pointed out that he was a former bandit. That meant that this was either his mother or a sibling.

And seeing as Qrow was as strong as he was as an ex-bandit… well, she wasn't all too fond of crossing swords with someone who could be potentially stronger than her. Not this early on, anyway. Even still, she was going to keep up her tough persona rather than look like she was about to wet the bed with the idea of fighting someone potentially stronger than her.

"Raven Branwen, eh? Well then, Clay," Jolyne said as she leaned in close to the boy's face, and sneered. "You tell Raven Branwen, or whoever speaks for her, that if they ever come near Styx, they can expect one hell of a rude awakening. Got it?"When Jolyne said that, she stepped off of Clay's hand, before kicking him in the ribs and over to his side, as the boy slowly but surely stood up.

When the got to his feet, he stared at her, the anger and resentment being replaced by complete and total fear. That was what she was looking for, that despair that wafted off of him. It made her feel as if her job was complete. And considering that the boy was hightailing it out of there as fast as his little legs could go, it made the sensations all the more appetizing.

[QUEST – WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF REMNANT – PART 2 – COMPLETE]

[REWARDS HAVE BEEN DISTRIBUTED]

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Reputation with ? goes down by 25! [—25/100]

Reputation with The Mayor Of Styx goes up by 25! [25/100]

25 Karma (Good) added!

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CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE LEVELLED UP FROM LEVEL 291 – 292!

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Bellowing Thunder has Levelled up from Level 1 to Level 20!

Jolyne dismissed the notification as she once again gave head pats to Tyrone, before overlooking the mound of corpses. She noticed that bears and wolves had come to drag away some of the bodies, while the bears just got to chowing down. It might take a while, but all the bodies would be dragged away and used for food for the wildlife.

At least these scums fucks would be useful for something.

Jolyne gestured for Tyrone to lower down so she could hop on his back. Once she was secured and felt comfortable, Tyrone went back in the direction in which they left. She had some news to report to Ronin, whom she was sure was going to be happy with her for what she had to say.

[Chinatsu]

The ferryman was an asshole to her and Sayaka, and herself and Sayaka only for the whole trip, constantly shooting them dirty looks, making snide remarks under their breaths, and even shoving them around, not knowing of the sheer power that she or Sayaka had at their disposal. And while Sayaka was patient and polite, Chinatsu had been at her wit's end.

She was a hair trigger away from snapping his neck, had they not made it to this "Vale" place when she had started to think about that idea. She didn't even give him the courtesy of a "thanks" or paying him before storming off with Nagisa, Sayaka, and Saichi. She was pretty sure the ferryman was cursing her out, but Chinatsu wasn't paying attention to that nonsense any time soon.

[Reputation with Menagerie minus 75 out of 100]

"Don't care, didn't ask," Chinatsu thought back to her system as she stretched out her arms and yawned. The city was bustling with people going to and from work and school. The language… well, seeing as she could understand all languages, and seeing as these guys were speaking in English, or at least whatever they called English here, it was close enough.

Nagisa tugged on her pant leg, looking up at her with a raised eyebrow. "What is it, Shingetsu?" Chinatsu asked as Nagisa frowned.

"How can I understand these people? I don't even know what language these guys are speaking," Nagisa asked as Chinatsu raised an eyebrow, before shrugging.

"Perks of being a part of The Grey Council, I guess. I know the same probably applies to everyone who's in my guild," Chinatsu replied. It made the most sense to her, anyway, so that was probably the reason. That made life a whole lot easier for her, at the very least. It meant she didn't have to teach the people that were around her how to speak, write, or read the new language.

Chinatsu glanced over at Saichi, who looked severely shaken about everything. The poor girl looked as if she was about to fall over and faint from the various amounts of new changes, and she also seemed distracted by the whole "new animal parts" thing going on. Hell, not even Nagisa was that curious about his new horsetail, which he did not seem fond of even in the slightest. There was probably a layer of irony there that she wasn't getting, and that she didn't all that care about.

Besides, she was more focused on, hopefully, distracting Saichi, so that was exactly what she planned to do by getting her to switch topics about the current predicament the new girl had found herself in. And luckily for her, Saichi's stomach rumbled at the perfect moment. "Yo, newbie, you hungry or something? I've watched more than enough movies to know going to a restaurant is a good place to get information. Waitresses usually gossip with people and get information about certain people and places to avoid."

"Uh… isn't that only in small towns, though?" Sayaka spoke up as Chinatsu went to retort, but stopped mid-breathe before biting her tongue, adopting a thinking expression. Sayaka was right, in that regard. Still, that didn't deter her from the fact that she was hungrier than a starving dog—even if she didn't need to eat, but that was beside the point. She didn't need to have sex either, and yet she still actively did it, even if she looked like a kid. It was just one of the many facets of life, and right now she was craving burgers and fries.

"True, but I don't care. I need food, and I'm sure you guys do too. So… let's ask around and see if we can't find a place to eat," Chinatsu replied, pulling out a few handfuls of this new Lien currency. She originally had around about… 1.5 Billion Yen, and then it got converted to around about 11 Million Lien. In other words, she was still stinking rich.

"Um… there's just one problem with that…." Saichi spoke up, tapping two of her fingers together in a nervous expression. "Where even are we?"

And much to Chinatsu's annoyance, she was right. Where were they? Well, they were at Vale's Docks, but that was about it. The blue-haired Gamer had no idea where exactly that put her in the direction of, other than a few pop-up food Stands. None of them sold burgers and fries, but at the same time, they could provide some use. Most of them seemed to sell produce, so they could act as snacks until they were able to get somewhere to have a proper meal.

For as much as she watched RWBY, the cast never really stayed all that much in Vale. It was either at Beacon, or it was in Forever Fall, or what have you. The whole place was nothing but a backdrop. But here… this was the real world for them. They had no idea that their origin was some random guy named Monty Oum…

They would never know that.

Chinatsu shook her head, before walking forward and heading toward a fruits Stand. The person running it was just a dude, with short black hair, wearing nondescript clothing that any normal run-of-the-mill citizen would wear. He looked over her shoulder and saw both Saichi and then down at Nagisa, who was holding Chinatsu's hand and frowned.

"Sorry, but I don't serve animals or animal lovers. Get lost," the man spat as Chinatsu felt her blood boil. She forgot that Vale, for as progressive as it was, was still basically in its own little Jim Crow era, despite what a majority of the politicians believed.

"I'm sorry, but are we going to have a problem, sir?" Chinatsu asked as the man narrowed his eyes.

"I was going to ask the same question. There are other customers behind you and your pets, so if would like to—" the man didn't get to finish, as Chinatsu raised her hand, pointed it at the stand, and blasted it with a beam of concentrated light, turning any food that was there into a smouldering pile of ash, with an uncaring facial expression. "MY CROPS!?" The man shouted, pain in his voice as he fell to his knees, looking up at Chinatsu with nothing but hatred. "YOU—"

Chinatsu grabbed him by the scruff of his hair, and the man's eyes widened in a mix of fear and anger. "Listen here, bub. All of this could've been avoided if you had just given me an apple or two. Now there are no Apples. Maybe this will make you change your ways. If not, then expect this to happen again, and again, until you realize that you're not wanted here."

The blue-haired Gamer tossed him aside as if he was worthless trash, as a pair of footsteps approached behind her. "Yo! Sis, come check this out!" Chinatsu looked over her shoulder to see just where the voice had come from, and what she saw nearly blew her mind.

Elves.

Honest to god, real life, Elves. Pointy ears and all. And, the one who spoke, that being a pale-skinned, red-eyed, brown-haired teenager being the one who spoke up. He was wearing a casual white tunic, a pair of brown leather pants, and black combat boots. She could see two sword hilts on either side of him positioned at his back, and he carried himself with enough self-respect to show that he was confident in his actions.

The other person, the "sis" as Chinatsu was going to assume, had darker skin and golden yellow eyes, with medium-length white hair. She was wearing a white dress with black stockings, and white lace-up combat boots, along with a flower crown on her head. She looked to be the exact opposite of the boy, with her overall demeanour being reluctant at best and nervous at worse.

When the elf boy stopped in his tracks, wide grin and all, he looked down at the bigot and spat on him, before looking at Chinatsu. "S'up! You just used magic and pop's told us that magic is basically non-existent here. So… do you wanna hang out? You and the rest of your crew?" The boy asked as Chinatsu blinked.

"Y-Yeah…! W-We need friends anyway, and… well…. This is our chance!" The elf girl said as Chinatsu looked over to Sayaka, Nagisa, and Saichi, before looking back at the elves, and shrugging. She didn't see the harm in it. The others didn't seem to mind either, which gave her the go-ahead. Although she was curious as to who their father was.

"Sure, I don't see the harm in it," Chinatsu replied as the two elves' eyes glimmered with joy. The girl looked over to the bigot and glared at him. Then… she said something that sent a chill down Chinatsu's spine, and it gave her an idea of just who their father was. If it was who she thought it was, then… suddenly she didn't feel so comfortable.

"You remind me of my father. Father's not a great person, but even he would sell products to those in need. Even with an ulterior motive. Piece of shit scum fuck," the elf girl spat, before kicking the man in the head with enough force to send him into a wall. The other vendors, who had been watching with concerned expressions, were now terrified, and that didn't set a good precedent. On top of that, Chinatsu could hear a cavalcade of footsteps coming in this direction, and it didn't take long for Chinatsu to put two and two together to assume that it was law enforcement.

"So! How's about we get to going, yeah? Last thing I want is to get arrested on my first day in Vale, yeah?" Chinatsu quipped as the two elves looked at her, and nodded. And thus, the new group of six ran as fast as they could. Deep in Chinatsu's mind, she wondered why it was that she always got in trouble with law enforcement. Her theory? It was the Ouma blood running through her veins. And if that was the case… then yeah, that made a bit too much sense.

Either way, she felt good about trouncing all over a racist pig. And she'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Unbeknownst to her, she was completely unaware of having been watched by a certain black-haired, golden-eyed teen, who had been surprised by her actions, namely because she was a human.

Said teen had taken it upon themselves to follow them. After all, stealth was her forte, and as the saying goes… Curiosity Killed The Cat, Satisfaction Could Bring It Back.

-To Be Continued-