mrwinterdk: The fic that I deleted is still ongoing. The reason why I deleted it here is that I wanted to streamline where purely one-to-one crossovers happened. So only RWBY to _. Seeing as my fic before this had to become a multiverse thing eventually, I decided to separate it from here in ffnet towards only where it originated from which is a site that starts with web and ends with novel.


"Hmmm..."

Ozpin was a man of many mysteries, an enigma to many, and also the headmaster of the prestigious Beacon Academy. He was unparalleled in his information networks and could be considered one of the most important individuals in Vale.

"This one?" He touches a brownish cylindrical airtight container. "Eyria Kaffa. Earthy and not that bitter." Ozpin pauses. "Perhaps another time."

Ozpin held so much power that he could waive criminal offenses, wrangle the council of Vale, and even reach over to the other kingdoms for help.

"Liberta Rumanda. Sweetened oddity but saved for special occasions."

It wouldn't take long if he wanted something done. So in his boundless intellect and wisdom, he had his priorities established in the right places.

"Vallean Classic." He saw another container and opened it to take in the smell "Always a treat but…"

Of course by priorities, he means acquiring an assortment of coffee.

Both legal-

"Here it is…" Ozpin knocked on the side of the storage for his beans and cracked open a false wall in his cabinet. "Coffea Cocainum."

-and illegal.

He took the stashed beans and found his way to his grinder that matched the room's clock aesthetic, along with many other grinders of the same purpose. Aside from their excellent craftsmanship and exquisite looks, none of them are any different in function.

The silver-haired headmaster justified that it was for the other teachers but he really just wanted to spite Glynda since she'd been doing some of her imposed restrictions to combat his addiction to the bean.

It was a hard-fought battle when Glynda was told the budget for the dance had been skimmed off and used to buy Ozpin's 'goods' - Professors Port and Oobleck had to endure Glynda's wrath for days.

Skimmed was an understatement since Ozpin took a fourth of what used to be the money for their upcoming event. Ozpin once had access to the Vytal festival's funding but Glynda accurately predicted the headmaster taking liberties in how much they would spend.

As for how Ozpin spent 167,899 Lien on a collection of coffee beans and grinders, let's just say he had a very good time back in Mistral and Vacuo.

Not Atlesian though, he always hated whatever inedible stains on the earth beans Ironwood kept trying to give to him.

He offered it to team JNPR's Nora, to her friend Ren's distress, and the result was her not being able to taste anything else but bitter for the next few weeks.

"I do not know how many years it has been since I used the old ways but I do recall those moments." His brown eyes glossed at the sight of his precious grinders. This one had a theme of ornate leaves.

He reminisced, it was a time when grinder nor beans existed. It was a simpler but duller life according to Ozpin.

When he found the way coffee was consumed and made back when he was reincarnated as a Vacuoan native in one of his many lifetimes, he didn't expect it to be such an important part of his life after.

"Now then..."

Ozpin placed an amount he was satisfied with and closed the lid, he ground them into a fine powder. When he opened the top back up, his nose immediately experienced a climax.

"It never gets old." He wasn't done yet, the beans offered so much joy in a single cup that the nations had to ban it just because of how good it was. Still, many managed to buy their fix without their governments being any wiser.

Ozpin took the grounds and sat on his chair, he took the crushed beans and let them rest on his tabletop.

"Where's that card?" he patted his pockets but only found Lien inside his right back pocket. "This will do, perhaps Glynda took my intended tool."

He started arranging them into lines of brown powder that covered a part of his desk. Not long after he had his preparations finished.

"I'm a little stuffy today but none of that should matter." As he approached his substance, he shut his eyes to maximize the effects so he would experience heaven on earth.

*DING!*

"Headmaster!" Glynda ran out with an unmistakable urgency and forced the elevator doors to open faster by using her semblance. "There's something we need to… talk… about…" her brain caught up to the scene in front of her.

She looked to Ozpin holding down on one of his nostrils, a card with brown residue on it, the 5 or 6 lines of powder on the table, and finally, Ozpin himself getting closer to one of the lines.

"…"

"…"

"Ozpin, you are one of if not the most important individuals in the entire world heading a team of also highly capable people. Never… and I mean never have I expected a reincarnating being that lived incomprehensible amounts of years to reduce themselves to snorting coffee!"

"…"

"…"

*Aggressive snorting*

Glynda whipped her weapon, a riding crop, forward and it made Ozpin reel back after merely only get in a single sniff out of the rest of the line.

"Ozpin! Are you crazy?! Well, you are... but why did you just do that?!" She demanded. "Did you just take one even after I caught you so obviously doing illegal actions?! You are the headmaster! A literal Beacon of example!"

"Glynda." He had a serious tone, it was low in nature and Glynda had only seen him use it during strenuous parts of meetings, especially when he talked to Ironwood and Qrow.

She gulped, it may be important now that she had him in restraints.

"May I remind you that you took my mugs?"

"…"

"…"

"Can you let me go? You're choking me with my own collar."

Glynda held her head firmly, it was about to burst.

"You know what. Ozpin, could you… pass me some?" She looked pleadingly, all the stress was going overboard. The week and entire school year were already taking their toll on her sanity.

Maybe one couldn't hurt.

Ozpin smiled.

"No."


Team RWBY had been waiting for an hour.

It wasn't clear what their punishment would be since Glynda left them to their own devices. Ruby spent most of the time speaking with her new friend she calls Tiger.

Many of them didn't know why it was named after an animal but Ruby would explicitly state that it was because Tiger told them most of his brothers were done the same way.

"Ruby, what are you giggling so much about?" Weiss asked. She knew her partner and team leader always had some screws loose ever since they first met and then reconciled.

"Oh, nothing~"

No one was convinced it was nothing.

"Ruby, you've spent the last hour just sitting down with a miniaturized version of Tiger and flailing your legs around. Your fidgeting makes it clear that it's not just nothing."

Ruby looked back to Tiger on the ground, it looked like a remote-controlled car but instead of a harmless toy, Ruby's friend was a German Tiger H1 that could return to normal size and blow through 150mm thick steel.

"Is it okay?" Tiger nodded. "It is? I'll tell them then." She got within reaching distance of Tiger and picked him up. "Well, he's been telling all about the weapons his country made."

Weapons? He? Country? They all thought, apart from a certain heiress.

"And you've been giggling just because of that?"

Ruby stood up with puffed cheeks and a pout. "Weiss, stop being so boring. You may have a… uh what's it called again?" She asked the tank. "Right. You may have a German name, but you disrespect where he came from."

"What? First of all, what's a German? Second, I'm not disrespecting him just because of where he lives. Even though he can pop into existence and break the laws of physics. I just don't get what the fuss is all about weapons."

"He's from another dimension!"

"And that!" Weiss pointed in accusation. "You keep telling us he came from another universe but how do we know he's not just someone with a semblance messing with us? I never heard of anyone having two semblances like you say you have."

"Weiss, he has an entire story on where he came from. Apparently, it's a world without Grimm, dust, semblances, aura, and a lot of stuff we have here in Remnant. He didn't tell me everything in detail though…"

"This all sounds like one of those weird fanfictions Blake keeps reading online." She then turns to the shocked Faunus. "Oh, and before you ask, you didn't clear your history last Tuesday when I borrowed your scroll. While I see the appeal of fantasy writing, your other choices are rather …unpleasant."

Blake responded by curling back into her bed and sulking while Yang comforted her partner's tastes being exposed and then criticized for.

"Why can't you just believe him, Weiss? Have you ever seen anything like him in Remnant before? Even Atlas doesn't have anything like this and I've read every single weapons catalog from the stone age to the Great War and beyond!"

"Maybe it's just secret rejected designs by Atlas."

"Weiss, Tiger is not powered by dust and his gun doesn't use dust for ammunition."

Now that caught her attention.

"…What?!"

One of the principles is business is making your product desirable. There wasn't any shortage of demand for dust but when her family's business was being threatened by the prospect of alternate fuel sources, she took it seriously.

"It's amazing right!?" Ruby took it as a sign of interest. "All these weapons and they weren't even made by dust! I'm not sure if we have what Tiger is telling me but I'm going to try and make a prototype as soon as I can!"

She started lugging around the miniature tank and swung the door open, forgetting that Glynda was supposed to take them to Ozpin but Ruby couldn't wait any more than two seconds.

"Wait!" Wess panicked and grabbed onto Ruby's red cloak.

"Yes, Weiss?"

"Could you um…" she debated to herself whether she would abuse her position of a friend to make sure the SDC wouldn't die out because some tank from another universe ended up leaking to a teenage girl the secrets to another fuel source.

"What is it?" Ruby's eyes shone, innocent and pure while being the hardest thing to lie at. Weiss didn't have the heart to do it, she couldn't. Ruby was too big of a hurdle to overcome and she gave up in turn.

"…forget it. Have fun."

Ruby bolted out the door and a storm of petals lay in her wake while the team was left inside their dorm.

"Wow." Yang whistled. "I guess she rose to the challenge. Even though you were cold as Weiss, she survived you and even melted your frigid heart. I guess even my sister was too much for you. Ey, Ice Queen?"

"Not another word or I will skewer Myrtenaster deep through your throat until you can't speak another pun."

"Geez, can't you let it go?"

Weiss took out her scroll and pressed a button on the display while looking at Yang with a soft expression.

"Uh… what was that for?"

"Yang, didn't you listen to Miss Goodwitch's lesson on our lockers? It can trace where your scroll is and rocket your equipment with a press of a button."

Her lips widened to a grin.

"…Oh."


Meanwhile in team JNPR's dorm…

Jaune hadn't felt this much emotion in a while.

A sign of many things to come was a prediction that came to him when he got woken up by the very noticeable noise of a wall collapsing right across their dorm.

When he opened the door, he saw the lack of team RWBY. Oh and also the entire wall… and the hallway… and the floor… wait was that an explosion? Such was the thought process of the young man.

It was a Sunday so he didn't think much of it, being sister teams made it so they were used to team RWBY's shenanigans. He went back to his bed and heard another explosion. He guessed it was Ruby's doing, she was always the kind of person to sneak in a bomb to tinker with.

He woke up a second time and started his morning rituals. Brushing his teeth, taking a short shower, waking up the others, preventing Nora from drinking caffeine, and the likes which were expected of a leader.

But… despite being a strategic and tactical mind, he couldn't predict why on earth Pyrrha had something under the covers when she tried waking her up.

"Pyrrha?" Jaune whispered gently. The thing, whatever it was, started moving along the bed top right next to Pyrrha's sleeping figure.

'Should I just move it away from her?'

It was another tank but it doesn't have the same type of design features. Well rounded, more angled around the hull, and what looked like prominent cheeks for the turret. If it wasn't for the weird situation, Jaune would've spoken to Ruby about it.

Jaune didn't know what to feel or even act. "…You're a little guy aren't you?" He tried talking to it like it was a dog. "Uh… that's my partner and I need to wake her up. Can I do that?"

The lack of movement made it clear Jaune wasn't going to understand it.

"Oookay?"

The tank didn't respond, it stared with its small barrel. Jaune didn't know what to do with the silence. He reached forward intending to carry the thing away from Pyrrha.

"Woah!" The tank fired its smaller cannon at Jaune's stomach. "Hey, quit it!" It starts pelting him with miniature machine gun fire. It didn't hurt him much but he could feel the small pressure from the pellets.

"That's enough get over here!"

He reached over but the tank dodged his hands. It was like pest control when Jaune tried catching the tank in Pyrrha's bed. "Hey! Ow! Ok, I actually felt that one-"

Jaune gets hit with another mini-shell to the nose. "Argh… stop! Don't go there!"

The tank starts crawling over Pyrrha's head and somehow the woman didn't wake up the whole time. Jaune would've noticed that but he was too focused on catching whatever was crawling over his partner's face.

It slowly went downwards while dodging, disappearing, and reappearing periodically. It was half size of his thumb and the tank was getting more aggressive with its dodging.

"Aha! Got you!" He went for another grab just as the tank passed Pyrrha. "No!" He heard the tank scuttle away after that.

"Umm… Jaune?!" Pyrrha's voice was higher than usual, she was panicking but Jaune didn't know why.

"Oh! You're awake, there's something crawling around you and I tried grabbing it. The thing is more slippery than Nora powered on with pancakes. Anyways, since you're up the bathroom is free and-"

"Jaune?!" Her face was as red as her hair. "Your …hand."

To fully realize what Jaune had done, you have to remember that he had been laser-focused on grabbing the small tank. In his quest for copper, he grabbed gold instead. A bountiful treasure indeed.

"What do you-" he looked to what his palms stuck themselves to. "Eurghueaaaah!" He screamed. "I'm sorry! I-It was an accident I swear!"

Jaune's explanation for why he was shuffling his hand around Pyrrha wouldn't convince anyone. Who would believe that kind of excuse when an adolescent man snakes his arm into one of their female friends?

The amazonian woman didn't believe his story. "I mean… I didn't tell you to stop." She muttered. She was down atrocious though.

"What?"

"What?"

"…"

"…"

Today was the day Jaune felt a dozen emotions in a single moment. Maybe it was just the effect of waking up early or it was just by chance. Jaune had no chance of staying in the dorms after this, by his own insistence. The rest of the conversation was silent and had a lot of regrets, mainly Jaune.

Meanwhile, the small tank had escaped the room and got outside, traveling over yonder towards where it felt the direction of who transferred him over to Remnant. It wasn't supposed to be in team JNPR's room but something felt off when he answered the call from another world.

The tank suspected it was only a small error in how he was supposed to function but sooner or later, he would meet the reason why.

He enlarged himself enough to barely fit in the hallways, the color of green decorated its hull as the tank slowly traveled to his destination and its silhouette came in the form... of the IS-2.