Avengers: Age of Remnant

by free man writer

There's always a story to be told. A story of heroism overcoming the most daunting of odds and challenges. A tale we've seen before and one that needs to be told to its end. The beginning of a new tale. A new age. An Age where Remnants paved the way for heroes. Reboot of Avenging Remnant, co-written/created with Jebest4781 and BulletStormX.

16. Making A New Norm

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Avengers Age of Remnant Chapter 16: Making a New Norm.

Within the faculty room of Beacon Academy were three men occupying a table near the coffee and tea.

These three men were the newest teachers at the prestigious school, having just completed their first week of classes.

It was an interesting experience to be sure, educating youngsters in the ways of being a superhero or in this case, Huntsmen and Huntresses.

Sam was writing down some notes in regard to team building exercises when he heard a slight creak of the chair to his right. The Falcon glanced over at the leader of the Avengers, Steve Rogers, reclining back in his seat with a frustrated sigh escaping the Captain, running his hand through his blond hair a moment later.

The aviator took a glance at Hawkeye, catching the archer's eye and the pair shared a brief silent conversation.

"Something on your mind, Cap?" Clint casually asked, he and Sam watching Rogers take a sip of his coffee.

"I dunno." Steve murmured. "Just a lot on my mind, I guess."

"Really?" Wilson airily remarked. "Couldn't tell with you sighing up a storm there."

"Was it that noticeable?"

"Hard to miss every ten seconds." Clint stated, making Steve grunt. "Spill, what's on your mind?"

"Lots of things."

"Like~~?" Sam rolled his hand as an "and?" gesture.

"Typical things in our situation. Just distracting myself with our present occupation."

"What constitutes a typical thing in any situation in our line of work?" Barton rebuked, making Steve snort.

"Good point." Cap propped his arms up on the table, one of his fingers sliding a paper back and forth. "Just… I guess I'm still not used to being a teacher is all."

Sam gave his friend a weird look/smile, scoffing in slight amusement.

"Not used to it? Cap, it's only been a week."

"Is that really what's troubling you?" The Archer asked with Rogers shrugging.

"Kinda, yeah."

"Is that all?"

"Well, not entirely but it is on my mind a lot. We do have our course work, but my mind keeps drifting back to bootcamp back in the war."

"Boot Camps?" Clint repeated with a shake of his head. "Cap, these are kids, not soldiers."

"Who are being trained to fight monsters." Sam mused aloud. "So… kinda but not really."

"Is this really bothering you that much, Cap?" Barton asked Steve, the soldier crossing his arms in thought.

"I guess it is." The Super Soldier admitted more to himself than to his friends. "I didn't really get a chance to think about it but… I feel like I need to do more. Way more than what's expected of me. This isn't like just training soldiers or what we did when the team reformed after Sokovia."

"Well, I think that's your problem, Steve," Sam stated. "You're overthinking it. You overthought then and you're doing it now. That's not how Captain America does things."

"And how should Captain America, a school teacher, do things?" Steve asked, with no hint of humor or defensiveness but genuine curiosity.

"Take things one step at a time, Rogers," Clint stated. "You can't meet such expectations so quickly. They don't equate to reality."

"Speaking from experience?"

"When I got into SHIELD, my missions, met my wife and had a family then joined the Avengers." Clint plainly said. "Ever think such a thing was possible in a place like SHIELD?"

"Steve, you already did a good enough job in your first week." Sam assures him. "All you gotta do is find your groove and pace and figure out how you do things yourself. This ain't like a normal school anyway. There's no one all-encompassing way to teach super teens. Don't let it stress you out, man."

"My own pace." Steve repeated to himself.

"You're a team leader, Cap." Clint reminded. "Use that as your go-to and just tweak it when you see that you need to."

Rogers released a small 'hmph', giving the pair a grateful smile.

"Thanks guys."

The trio resumed their review of their set of lessons and classes planned for the coming weeks.

"Anything interesting you plan on doing soon?"

Clint gave Sam a sideways glance. "Trying to see if I can get some equipment in for a regime I have in mind."

Falcon peaked over, seeing an odd set of blueprints on Clint's tablet.

"What am I looking at?"

"Something I used at SHIELD." Barton elaborated.

"Being what?" Steve now asked, trying to take a peek at the schematics.

"Somewhat of a simulator, if you want me to be specific." Clint revealed. "Tony's helping me out since I talked about it to him. Gave me a few more ideas to use."

"Do I wanna know?"

"I'd rather keep it a surprise."

"...Why do I have a feeling the kids will be going through hell?"

All Sam got, in turn, was a smile staying on Clint's face.

Falcon released a withering sigh, looking up to the ceiling. "Just tell me that none of them are gonna die."

Barton only hummed conspiratorially and Sam released a groaning chuckle, one that Steve shared before standing up.

"I'm gonna take a walk." He told the pair. "Maybe it'll clear my head or give me some ideas of my own."

The two Avengers silently waved at Steve who walked out of the room, choosing a random direction to stroll down, alone in his thoughts.

His mind was still occupied by the conversation he just had with his teammates, the super soldier pondering on his situation. And not for the first time, the veteran had another moment of surreal disbelief.

It was once again about how he and the rest of his team save three wounds up on another world that's god knows where. Tony had told them all to not worry about it but even Steve could see right through the billionaire.

He wanted to get back home just as much as the rest of the team did.

Shaking his head, Cap dispelled those thoughts, knowing they wouldn't do him any good.

"Ah, Mr. Rogers."

Steve blinked upon hearing his name, turning behind him to find two other individuals on the faculty of Beacon.

A welcomed distraction, right about now.

"Oobleck. Glynda." Steve pleasantly greeted the pair with a nod. "How are you both?"

"Quite well, Mr. Rogers." Came Professor Oobleck's exuberant response. "And I do believe congratulations are in order for you and your team."

Steve gave the spectacled Professor a peculiar look, turning to Glynda in hopes of an answer that she did provide.

"You've made it through your first week." Glynda said with an appraising smile. "Well done, Steve. Seems like Professor Ozpin was right to trust you all with such a responsibility."

"It's only been a week." Cap offhandedly said, waving off such praise.

"A small victory goes a long way." Oobleck stated. "Not many have the fortitude for such endeavors like teaching. It takes strength of will, perseverance, ingenuity and all." He took a sip from his cup. "Ah~ Teaching… when I first began such a career choice was a hassle. But I was able to adjust to it quickly."

Steve cocked a brow when hearing Oobleck hear this. He didn't know if that was a pun, given his… was he just naturally speedy, or did it have something to do with his Semblance? Or was it the coffee he always saw him drinking?

"How'd you adjust?"

Oobleck held up his mug, downing the rest of its contents and smiling triumphantly, his teeth giving off a single twinkle.

"Oobleck." Goodwitch spoke up in a slightly exasperated tone.

"Apologies, Glynda." The hyper-active teacher said sheepishly. "I had an innate understanding of what I wanted to do, how I wished to educate my students and know the difference between lecturing and when to have the students reach their own end goals with a proper nudge here and there. And it even extends to new colleagues."

Steve had an odd smile that was one of appreciation at the gesture, turning to Glynda a moment later, sensing that she too had something to say on the matter.

"I had to take my teaching courses first in order to help ease me in better here. I knew that when becoming an instructor here at Beacon with hormonally driven teenagers learning to grasp at their powers with the duties and expectations that were to come with being the protectors of Remnant would be harrowing, to say the least." Said the blonde, spectacled teacher. "Unfortunately for you and your team, you didn't have the luxury of time and training in this type of field."

"Among other things." Steve couldn't help but say, eliciting a sympathetic chuckle from his fellow blond teacher.

"It's alright, Steve."

"Making it past the first week is a testament to your patience." Oobleck praised. "Now comes the long game."

'Will we even be here for that long?' Was the thought that came in the back of the mind of the First Avenger.

"But we the faculty are here to aid you with any further pieces of advice or assistance we are able to give you." The green-haired coffee chugger quickly added on.

"Glad you actually offered that just now," Steve appreciatively stated. "I have a list… of things that I need to work on. It's extensive."

"Pertaining to what?" Glynda asked.

"Just looking up on a lot of subjects, having me catch up with the times." Rogers explained. "That and just… still trying to find my pace in being a teacher in all this. It's all still new to me."

Glynda gave the Avenger a thoughtful expression before placing her hand on his shoulder.

"I do believe you will make for a far better instructor than you realize, Steve." She softly said. "I believe you are far wiser than most because you have doubts. And when those with wisdom have doubts, they tend to understand the need to continue bettering themselves for the sake of others."

Steve stared at her before giving her a grateful smile when she gave him a "tut tut" in response.

"Now come along, I have a class with some senior students that you can sit in on. Learn in a more direct fashion."

-Scene Cut-

Shifting around in his bed, Peter Parker let out a small groan as he woke up, not really wanting to.

He wasn't really a morning person, despite many years of waking up early for school.

But he does have his own internal clock that he's learned to abide by, especially when it comes to said education so he knows now is the time to wake up. He subconsciously stretched out one of his hands and it bumped against something that he was certain wasn't near his bed.

Without opening his eyes, Peter felt around what it was his hand had bumped into and from what he was able to garner… it felt like a leg.

And on top of that, on top of him actually, the youngest Avenger felt a presence hovering over his head.

Opening his eyes, he was met with the sight of his partner giving him the biggest morning smile he had ever seen.

"Uh… Penny?" Peter murmured tiredly. "What are you doing?"

"Good morning, Peter!" Polendina said in an over-the-top cheerful tone, jumping back to strike a pose with one fist raised and one leg curled up. "It's time for another sensational school day!"

A groan in response came from one of the other occupants in the room, Peter craning his head in the direction of his team leader.

"God dammit, she's awake early again?" Vi grumbled from beneath her blanket. "How does she keep waking up before all of us? It's too damn early for that."

"But leader Vi, we must be awake at this time." Penny argued, voice still chipper and cheerful. "I do not wish for our time in Beacon to be wasted. Every second must be optimized for full joyful experiences!"

"Sleeping is a joyful experience." The pink-haired brawler mumbled, taking one of her pillows and tossed it in Penny's nonplussed face. The pillow flumped down to the ground as Penny's expression kept her bright smile.

"Oh, are we to initiate a pillow fight?"

"You are to initiate back to bed for at least another ten minutes." Vi shot back.

"But I have already accomplished my routine respite protocols." Penny stated as a matter of factly.

"This ain't Atlas Pen- God Dammit." The Pinkett sat up in her bed, running her hands down her face. "Now I'm awake."

"Sensati-"

"Stop it." The Team Leader interrupted, pointing at the android who froze in her posture of a raised fist.

With a grunt, Vi threw her covers off and planted her feet on the floor. She had her head hung low before tilting it up to see Peter having already gotten out of bed and gotten dressed.

"How are you already-"

"I come from a place where you usually gotta get ready quickly." Peter answered before she could finish that query.

Vi only released a 'hmph' of "if you say so" before turning to their sniper who had somehow remained fast asleep.

"Should we-"

"I'd rather leave her be. Just to see how she flips out of less preparation time."

Vi quirked a brow, giving Caitlin a look until she stood up and walked over to her bed. The pink-haired brawler gave the bluenette a long stare before abruptly grabbing the pillow out from under Caitlyn's head and whacking her face with it.

The marksman shot up from her bed, getting into a pose, looking around for dangers when she heard the sound of laughter.

Caitlyn looked down at Vi who was wiping a faux tear from her eye.

"Nice jammies." The Pinkett commented.

Caitlyn blinked, looking down at her onesie with all the bunnies and butterflies on it and was about to speak when ended up spitting feathers out instead.

"Ain't that adorable." Vi remarked, a wry grin in place whilst Caitlyn deadpanned at her.

Shaking her sleep away, she briefly glanced over at Peter and Penny, the latter of whom was giddy with excitement, jumping from one foot to the other, much to the amusement of the former.

"Surprised you ain't teasing her on her getup, Parker." Vi spoke up, throwing on her uniform. "Saw the way your mouth runs."

"Meh, I'm not one to judge."

"You sure? Missing out on the opportunity."

Kiramman was giving her team leader and partner a flat look.

"Was that really necessary, Vi?"

"I need every bit of humor I can get, Cupcake."

Caitlyn opened her mouth to retort when her brain registered what she just heard.

"Cupcake? Since when am I cupcake?"

"Since now." Vi shot back. "Come on, Penny looks like she's about to blow a gasket."

The Pinkett missed the brief moment Caitlyn froze up at the vernacular. But the Bluenette discarded the comment, simply chalking it up to coincidence.

Team PPBK walked out into the hallway, their room adjacent to teams RWBY and JNPR.

"Guys come on." Vi banged on the door of the former. "Penny's up, which means you guys gotta wake up with us."

There were muffled movements and groans from the other side and the first to open the door was a slightly disheveled Yang.

"What and why-"

"If we suffer, so do you." Was all Vi said, checking her nails as she leaned on the wall next to team RWBY's door.

"What?" Yang groggily managed out.

"Sleepy time!" Ruby Rose shouted from behind her sister in her bed.

"Wakey time." Vi yelled back. "Come on."

For his part, Peter knocked on JNPR's door, having it open soon after. The New Yorker gave a friendly smile at the leader of Team JNPR who was the one to respond to his knock.

A greeting was about to be made until spotting something… unusual, yet familiar.

"Jaune…"

"Yeah?"

"You have a bunny onesie?"

"...Yeah." Arc admits. "My other pajamas are dirty… and these are the only ones else I have."

At this point, Parker turned and spoke out to his teammate. "Hey, Caitlyn, you have a onesie buddy."

As soon as this was said, the markswoman popped her head out of the door giving a blank stare at Vi.

"Still funny cupcake, hurry up."

Caitlyn retracted her head back into their dorm, grumbles being heard from the other side.

They heard snorting. Turning to the source, they saw Ruby standing there with her hands covering her mouth. She tried and drastically failed to contain her laughter.

"What is that?!" She asked, pointing at Jaune.

He looked down at where she was pointing to and soon realized to what she was referring to.

"My spare… pajamas." Jaune answered with uncertainty.

Ruby snorts louder. "It's got a cute little bunny!"

"So? It's Pumpkin Pete." Jaune said defensively. "You know, from the cereal-"

He was interrupted by her full-blown laugh, her head actually enlarging comically from his response.

Hearing all this, even Vi couldn't help but snort at this.

"What did you do? Send a box top for a prize?" She asked with a wry grin.

"Yeah. Fifty of 'em." Jaune innocently answered.

This got Ruby to laugh harder. So much so did she fell to the floor, back first and her feet were flopping in the air.

The others in the hallway were more or less controlled. Far better than the unrestrained Ruby.

"What's going on?"

The door Jaune was standing next to opened up even more so to reveal the red head, invincible girl of team JNPR.

And…

Pyrrha was also wearing a onesie. One that was as red as her hair. And had a pumpkin on it.

"DAW~~~~" Ruby squealed, stars shining in her eyes. "You look so adorable!"

"Why does she get adorable and I don't?" Jaune indignantly asked.

"You two look cute together." Penny happily said.

Pyrrha looks between herself and Jaune, realizing they wore similar attires and blushes bashfully whilst looking away from him.

"Okay, enough sappy wholesomeness for one morning." Interrupts Vi. "We got classes to attend to."

"Since when do you care about that?" Yang asked, still in her tank top and short shorts.

"Since I got that hyperactive nutcase as a team member." Vi shot back, jabbing a finger at a blissfully smiling Penny.

"My sister's like that." The blonde argued.

"When she reaches Penny's level, then you could say that."

"Come on." Weiss walked past Yang, already in her school uniform, trying to get her hair right. "I do believe today is another day of new classes."

"Which one even is it today?" Jaune asked.

Ruby gasped, rushing back into her dorm room and coming out with a slightly dazed and bewildered Blake who was holding a piece of paper in her hand. The youngest team leader snatched the paper out from the hands of her amber-eyed teammate and pointed at a particular line.

"WEAPONS MAINTENANCE!" The weapon-loving scythe wielder excitedly exclaimed, making all save for Penny wince.

"It is a most wondrous and sensational day indeed, friend Ruby!" Polendina exclaimed, joining in the silver-eyed teen's excitement.

"Oh God." Vi bemoaned.

"Now can I say it?" Yang blandly said.

"Shut up."

"Yeah, that's my win."

A few minutes later…

A litany of students filled a classroom. Most of the space was filled with various machines and equipment.

The teams of RWBY, JNPR and PPBK sat within relative distance of each other, their tables all being close. There were even several other teams present in the space, the rest all being spread out in the classroom.

In the center of the room stood the only adult who many correctly presumed to be their professor for this course.

"Welcome to Weapon Maintenance, everyone." The man with brown hair, yellow-brown eyes and gold-accented clothing said to the students with a pleasant smile. "My name is Newt Featherington, your teacher for this class."

With the attentive students present, the teacher walked among the rows, beginning his opening lecture.

"While many of you have gotten this course in your previous school, I feel inclined to do a refresher for every first year here." He states. "A means to be sure you don't forget such duties onto your equipment. Even getting additional pointers and advice which may serve you greatly for years to come. As you evolve in your combat prowess and Semblances, your weapons should serve as a reflection of such evolution."

Newt walked around the stations with a clipboard.

"We shall begin with a basic introduction. Tell me your name and the name of your weapon and anything significant that comes to mind, be they great detail or small."

He began scribbling notes as he briefly spoke with a number of students on their weapons and gear until he arrived in front of the leader of Team RWBY.

The young silver-eyed teen responded with excited anticipation. "Ruby Rose, Crescent Rose. Mecha shift scythe which also doubles as a high combat rifle."

She showed off her baby in all its pride and glory, much to the amusement of her sister and the Professor. He even appeared to encourage her love of weaponry, stating the craftsmanship was exquisite with intentional avenues of constant improvements.

"Are there perhaps any drawbacks to your creation?"

"Well…." Ruby tilted her head, looking down at her prized possession. "Not that I know of… I think."

"Anything at all." Newt egged on, tapping his pen on his clipboard patiently.

Ruby hums a little, pondering. "There is the kickback, but that was something I got used to over time. But… I don't know, maybe there are others. Just haven't found any yet."

That seemed to be the answer the man was looking for as he nodded at her approvingly. "Good. At least you know your faults to overcome such an issue. Give it time, there will be new issues that you may find that will aid you in coming up with new and creative solutions to any obstacles you may encounter with your scythe."

The young Rose seemed to preen at the idea, nodding excitedly, missing the exasperated yet somewhat amused eye roll of her partner Weiss.

Newt went down the line of the rest of team RWBY, jotting down further notes, giving out criticisms and such to the girls and their weapons before moving on to team PPBK.

He spoke with Caitlyn at first, noting that her Sniper Rifle serves her well but the limitation of it being a long-ranged weapon can serve to be a detriment if not remedied despite having a measure of close-quarter skills.

Newt finished with Kiramman after a few minutes before turning to the Queens native of the team and found himself pausing.

On the table in front of the Avenger were perhaps the most unique… devices Featherington had seen all day.

It clearly piqued the man's interest as he grabbed a free chair nearby, pulled it up to sit down from across the webhead and picked up one of the gadgets.

"Peter Parker…" Newt held up the device with his hands, slowly turning it to examine all sides of it. "Mind telling me what these are exactly?"

"My web-shooters." The brown-haired teen plainly answered.

Newt was silent in thought, looking at the thin strip that extended out from the metallic bracelet.

"And they shoot webs, no doubt." The professor said in good nature.

"Yeah, basically." Peter said with a small grin. "The substance is very sticky and versatile. Practically glue… for a time. Lasts an hour before they dissolve. It's mostly about the tensile strength. I got a whole list of how strong I can push it depending on the formula."

A hum emanates from the teacher's throat as he jots this down. "Anything else about them?"

Peter picked up the other web shooter still on the table, pointing to one of the segmented areas that had a blue, yellow, green and red square pattern on it. "Been experimenting lately by imbuing dust with the formula I make. Trying to find more ways to expand my usage with these stick ems. "

"Interesting. Not the first time I've seen and heard such a concept. Typically some people imbue dust into their clothing for a litany of things. Even in their weapons in some cases. Little difficult depending on what one has in mind." Newt held up the web-shooter he still had in his hand. "But this? I must say, Mr. Parker, this just might be one of the most versatile creations I think I have ever laid my eyes on. The ingenuity alone is impressive but looking at it now, I see a near limitless well of creativity that can be utilized from these alone. Truly, this is something to behold, Mr. Parker."

The New York native blinked at such praise and found himself blushing bashfully, slightly tilting his head down to hide his tinged face.

He missed the starstruck Ruby Rose who had literal stars in her eyes and her mouth agape with a slight bit of drool that was wiped away by her sister, Weiss placing her face in her hands at her team leader's behavior and Blake simply pulling out a book to pass the time. Vi and Caitlyn also held looks of interest after hearing such praise directed at their teammate whilst Penny sat there with her wide smile, awaiting her turn.

"Thanks, Mr. Featherington." Was all Peter said before Newt moved on.

He goes across Vi and Penny respectively. The former had weapons that were quite similar to Yang's. However, he didn't give any issues about them as there was no way one could properly know beforehand. The latter he knew, given her uniqueness and decided to give his subtle thoughts about the rather energetic girl.

Coming across Team JNPR, he gave oversight over Nora's hammer, Ren's sickle guns and Pyrrha's Mecha shift spear/rifle with her trusty shield.

When he got to the team leader, Newt actually froze up, a glint of recognition in his eyes before a smile began to slowly creep onto his face.

"Jaune Arc…" Featherington said aloud before the blond teen could even introduce himself. "Crocea Mors… well~ well~"

The young Arc and a few others seemed to pick up on the odd tone coming from their teacher. Something akin to familiarity came from his voice.

"May I?" Newt politely asked, hand out with Jaune awkwardly nodding as the professor picked up the sheathed blade.

Holding Crocea Mors in his hand, Newt fiddled with it slightly to have the sides of the sheath pop out to form a shield. A moment later, the shield receded back to its scabbard form before its blade was drawn out.

The teacher gently pressed his thumb against the edge. A small bit of contact had the skin break upon contact, drawing out a bit of blood.

Jaune's jaw dropped slightly in surprise and he was about to ask if the Professor was alright when the man began to chuckle. A moment later, with the application of aura, the small cut healed up.

"Even after all these years, still as sharp as ever." Newt said with a fond, reminiscent smile. "I never thought I would see it again in my lifetime."

This only served to further add to the mystery of the man's behavior.

"Mr. Featherington?" Jaune spoke up with confusion. "Do you know my weapon?"

The smith gave the boy a wide grin, holding up his sword.

"I do in fact know of your weapon, my boy." Newt set the weapon down in front of Jaune, reaching into his vest all the while to pull out a photo and held it up for the blonde to see.

It took Jaune a moment but he then jerked his head back slightly before leaning in, his nose a few inches away from the photo as he wanted to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

The young Arc stared at it in slight bewilderment with Pyrrha, Nora and Ren leaning over to get a proper look at it themselves.

Jaune's partner released a small gasp, Ren let out a tiny hum and Nora "Ooooh~" at what was on the photo.

On it was a man strikingly similar to Newt just with longer hair and some fuzz on his face and next to him stood, what could only be described to be a literal older Jaune Arc just with a full beard and slicked-back hair that went into a wolf-ponytail.

In the hands of the Newt lookalike was a book and in the hands of Jaunes lookalike was none other than Crocea Mors.

The two men in the photo had one hand holding their respective items whilst the other had them wrapped around each other's shoulders, the pair giving beaming grins to the photographer.

"You see, Mr. Arc, my great, great-grandfather knew your great, great-grandfather."

The man didn't resist as Jaune took the photo from his hand, inspecting it even closer, slightly at a loss for words to see his ancestor look so much like him.

"Huh…"

"Really? That's all you gotta say?" Newt says cheekily.

"What do you expect me to really say? I'm practically stumped."

"Not that I can really blame you." The Professor said in amusement.

Jaune looked at the photo for a few more seconds, his team doing the same over his shoulders before he held up the picture for Newt to take back.

"I don't think I've ever actually seen a photo of my great-grandfather," Jaune murmured with a slight frown.

"I can imagine." Newt remarked, gazing at the photo himself for a few seconds before pocketing it. "Few photos such as these were around after the great war."

"Professor?" Pyrrha raised her hand politely, getting a nod from their instructor. "Do you know Jaune's weapon in great detail or-"

Newt shook his head.

"I only know so much as what has been passed down from my family. From what I knew, Jon Arc never spoke of how he made such a loyal sword and shield." Newt says with some amused annoyance in his voice. "Never could know if it was some rare ore he came across or experimented with some alloy. Whatever the case may be, this drove my family insane."

"You… researched Crocea Mors?" Jaune asked, his professor nodding.

"I hold great reverence for the history of Remnant, in particular, weapons, devices and innovations of great importance to this planet's history. You may have a baseline knowledge of your family heirloom, Jaune Arc, but there are greater secrets locked within that sword and shield. And now that you are in my classroom, I look forward to assisting you in unlocking its greater potential."

There was a silence that permeated the classroom before Newt snorted, looking to the rest of the students.

"Now don't go thinking I'm playing favorites here, which I am, I just can't help myself."

Many in the class nearly fell out of their seats upon hearing such an admittance from their professor.

He laughed at their reactions.

"No worries." Newt said with a wave of his hand. "I may have my fixation but I shan't neglect my precious students. Back to the matters at hand…"

-Scene Cut-

After the end of their time in Weapons Maintenance, the twelve teens now found themselves in the cafeteria for lunch, finding a table long enough to seat all of them.

They had all gotten their food and were now having simple conversations to pass the time before they would be going to their next class, another new one.

"-relatively the same but what's with this dial here?" Yang asked, pointing to said portion of Vi's specially-made gauntlets.

"Mitigates the power output." The Pinkett stated. "It's meant to work in tandem with my Semblance."

"Huh." The blonde bombshell remarked, holding up her own fist that had her weapon, Ember Celica, wrapped around her wrist in its compressed bracelet form. "I mean, I kinda have the same thing with mine but feels like yours is tailor-made for your Semblance."

"Yours is just loaded with shotgun shells."

"And what's wrong with that?" Yang defensively asked with a puff of her cheeks.

"Nothin'." Vi airily said yet that smirk she possessed said otherwise.

"Oi, don't go throwing that response around looking like that." Xiao-Long shot back with a tick mark on her forehead.

Vi's smirk only increased, much to the ire of Yang.

Next to them were Peter and Penny, the pair conversing with Jaune, Ruby and Pyrrha.

"So, is this like a sword in the stone type of weapon?" Peter asked, one hand being used to rest his chin on and the other pointing at Crocea Mors. "Are you gonna become King of Vale or something?"

"Uh, what?" Was Jaune's response.

"Sorry. Old story from back home." Parker quickly corrected.

"I had not realized you held such a historical heirloom, friend Jaune." Penny brightly said, her usual happy smile in place. "You must be very proud."

"I mean, I guess." The young arc scratched his head. "I know this has been in my family for generations but my parents never really told me and my sisters why. Just that it was used in the great war."

"Well, Professor Newt all but confirmed it." Pyrrha Nikos remarked.

"Oh~~~ what do you think it can really do?" Ruby excitedly asked, her mind already whirring with the possibilities, her imagination taking hold.

"Don't know what it's capable of. Don't know if I'll ever know." Jaune muttered.

"Maybe your parents know." Peter suggested.

"...Maybe. But…." Jaune's expression fell slightly. "Don't know if I'll wanna get in touch."

His friends all stared at him, slightly off put by his change in demeanor when the blonde swiftly changed the subject.

"So Ruby," He said with a forced smile. "Betcha wish you could have that class every day, huh? You looked like you were gonna pass out."

"I did pick up on considerably heightened senses of explosive enjoyment." Penny noted, tapping her chin.

Pyrrha gave the ginger-haired girl a bizarre smile whilst Peter hid his face behind his hand at the girl's odd speech pattern.

Jaune was also perplexed by how she said that statement and took a moment, since meeting her properly after the initiation, Penny always spoke in a rather unique way. He wasn't able to question it further as Ruby began to gush about the class they just had, listing off all the plausible and outright ludicrous means of how she was going to be upgrading her Crescent Rose.

It didn't help that Nora abruptly butted in, claiming that she and Ruby will make weapons that will pierce the heavens and let all know their names and glory.

The others turned to see Ren quietly sipping his tea, nonplussed by his best friend and partner's hyperactive behavior.

On the other end of the table, Weiss and Caitlyn sat next to each other, casually speaking on matters pertaining to them specifically.

"My mother was adamant that I bring some manner of a servant or maid with me." The latter said with a sigh. "Father talked her out of it but I'm not a child who can't make her bed."

"Don't you?" Weiss rhetorically asked, making Caitlyn puff her cheeks out.

"It's not my fault. I just enjoy jumping right into bed and going to sleep."

"And you still sleep like a log." The Schnee heiress stated. "I can't imagine the struggle your team must go through in trying to wake you up."

Caitlyn said nothing on the manner, not wanting to go into details of what they've done so far.

"Still…" Weiss briefly glanced over to the others, particularly at her friend's team. "How are they like? That Peter seems nice enough and Penny is… overly nice. But that Vi seems a bit brutish."

"Well, you're not wrong there." Caitlyn deadpanned, thinking about her partner and team leader's crass and callous attitude. "I mean, I don't think she really cares much about what anyone says or thinks about her."

Case in point, the tissue Vi had just used to wipe her hand clean was flicked in the direction of Blake, hitting the ravenette on the forehead.

The amber-eyed teen looked up in bewildered irritation, met only by Vi's cocky grin. Blake lightly glowered at her, turning back to her book before another crumpled napkin hit her head, followed by several more until Blake snapped her book shut and threw it at the brawler.

Vi casually caught the book with one hand and opened the book when her eyes widened at what the Belladonna was reading.

"Ninja's in Love?" Vi guffawed and Blake donned a crimson mask. "Holy shit, Blakey, I didn't know you had that in you."

Blake tried to shrink in her seat, now getting the attention of the rest of the teams.

"Uh, what?"

"She's reading-"

Vi was interrupted by Blake diving at her, clamping her mouth shut with her hands.

"What's Ninja's in Love?" Asked Peter.

The answer came from Penny, who was silent for a moment to pull up the information. "It's an erotica novel."

The teams slowly turned their heads in the direction of Blake who now had steam radiating off her head, hanging low in shame.

The aforementioned book was presently lying before Ruby, who picked it up. Not just by the entirety of her hand, but by a pair of fingers in an awkward manner. A means of her not wanting to soil her innocent hands.

"This is filth… FILTH!"

Yang rolled her eyes. "C'mon sis, lighten up."

"How can you say that? She was reading it in public!" Ruby somehow became smaller, chibified you could say, with one hand holding the book and the other dramatically pointing at it.

"Not like anyone else does these days." She says, looking distantly… at an invisible group of people.

In the midst of all this, Vi only chuckled to herself at the mayhem she was causing all while being observed by the two Atlesian-born girls.

"Well… I can't call her boring, that's for certain." Caitlyn dryly finished up her thoughts on her team leader.

Weiss didn't hear that last part, staring bug-eyed at her teammate.

"I…" She tried to form the words. "I never would have expected Blake to possess such unique… ta-No, I don't even want to consider finishing that."

The bluenette chuckled at her friend's response. "Guess you're gonna be changing your opinion on her, huh?"

"Clearly." Weiss said, catching the eye of Blake, the Schnee heiress conveying judgment that made her teammate look away in further shame.

Lunchtime went on, with the twelve teens changing up who they were talking with as the minutes ticked by.

"So Peter, I gotta know, do you always go out on the town in a onesie?" Yang asked with a wide grin, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

"I don't… call it a onesie." Peter drably said. "It's my suit."

"Oh~ a suit you say?" The blond held a teasing tone in her voice. "So that's what you like to wear when ya take out the ladies."

The webhead snorted. "As if my aunt would let me wear something like that."

"I dunno," Yang remarked, eyes looking up with a mischievous glint in them. "That kind of look tends to stick with a lot of people."

Peter paused in the bite he was about to take out of his sandwich, slowly turning his head towards the blond who now held the smarmiest grin he had ever seen.

"Your spider-related puns need work."

Her smile becomes challenging. "How so?"

"You're talking to the pun and quip master."

Yang raised a brow at hearing this. "Really?"

"Really, really." Peter turned to face her, chin upturned, cocky expression for her to see. "Where you have only limited yourself to a circle of a few, I have been on an endless journey of perfecting my craft. The streets are where true quip-masters are forged, constantly testing their mettle and verbal thrashing on those who least suspect it."

"Oh~" Yang now leaned forward. "And pray tell, how often do you go on these pun training excursions?"

"Daily."

"Prove it."

"If you can keep up."

"Fine then," Yang held her hand up. "Consider it our first date."

Peter was about to retort when his mind short-circuited on what she just said.

"What now?"

"Next time, I wish to bore witness to this so-called mastery of the pun and quips that you claim to possess."

Regaining a bit of his nerve, Peter tilted his chin up, taking Yang's hand into his own and shaking it.

"Prepare to be amazed."

Lunch soon came to an end as everyone needed to head off to their next class for the day.

"Why do I get the feeling something terrible is going to happen?" Ruby murmured as she along with her large group of friends made their way down the hall to the outside of Beacon.

Over in Patch, Tai suddenly had the urge to call his first daughter in order to give her a pep talk for what she'll undergo.

-Scene Cut-

"Welcome to your first day in Hell."

…What an interesting way to start the class.

Clint Barton stood in front of a few dozen students, giving them all a scrutinizing gaze with his sharp, trained eyes.

"Why'd you say it like that, Mr. Barton?" Ruby Rose nervously asked.

"How I see the whole lot of you." Was the archer's immediate response to the girl. "You're city folk. Hardly a lick of being out in the wilderness."

Off to the side, this class was observed by Sam, Glynda and Steve, the pair of Avengers chortling at Clint's blunt honesty whilst the Huntress made a face of uncertainty.

"Must he use such… phrasing?" She asked the pair, both of whom shrugged.

"He's a father, Glynda." Sam pointed out.

"If anyone has experience in dealing with kids, it's him." Steve firmly said.

"Yes but…" Glynda released a sigh, shaking her head to return her attention to the ongoing class. "I shall take your word for it."

Hawkeye was walking back and forth in front of the class, regaling them with simple yet effective points in survival considering their futures as Huntsmen and Huntresses.

"What you need to realize right now is the basics that very little of you clearly know." Clint stated, stopping in front of Caitlyn, making the sharpshooter gulp slightly at the intensity in his eyes. "First question. How many of you here know how to make a fire?"

There was a feeling of hesitancy but slowly, a literal handful of students raised their hands. Amongst them were Nora, Ren, Vi, Yang and even Jaune of all people.

"So, you're not all completely hopeless." Barton wryly said.

"Mr. Barton." Weiss raised her hand, the Avenger giving her a silent look of acknowledgment. "Why would we need to know how to make a fire?"

"Well Ms. Schnee, let me ask you this: do you expect to be near cities and settlements all the time?"

He was met with silence.

"When you become Huntsmen and Huntresses, a great many responsibilities are gonna be thrust upon your shoulders. Sometimes, your jurisdictions will fall between civilizations where you have a litany of resources at your disposal. But that will not always happen." Clint then gestured behind him to the forest they stood in front of for this class. "Out there, in the wild, you have to operate on a smarter level of resource management and survival. There will be times when you will not have the luxuries of transportation, Dust shops and other stores and areas that can help you stock up on and be prepared for what you need, but only for so far depending on your funds and what you can carry. You may have situations of traveling by foot, even for days on end where a simple necessity like food is a scarcity. This may happen when undergoing missions, heading off to them or going on your own for whatever reason. The possibility of this will be high."

From the facial expressions he was garnering with his speech, it was clear to the seasoned fighter that these were thoughts and concepts that many of them, if not all, hadn't considered.

Vi, Ren and Nora appeared to be the most receptive to this lesson, the three of them having a rather hardened set of eyes. Yang was somewhat similar but she appeared uncomfortable, almost appearing as though she was berating herself.

Perhaps she has done some forays into the wilderness and never even considered such options.

For Caitlyn, this was something she somewhat knew beforehand to a degree.

When looking at some class courses of possibly attending Atlas, this type of class study was heavily required. Yes it was more military out of the rest, but was indeed necessary to be sure the students knew how to operate and survive out in the field.

She didn't know if this was taught over at Haven and Shade, but at least this was being taught here at Beacon.

Jaune appeared more thoughtful on the matter, recalling his times with his family when his father and mother took him and his sisters camping.

The rest were a bit anxious now. Normally, they would be a bit dismissive of such thoughts and concepts but the matter in which Clint Barton presented all these topics coupled with his tone and delivery made them more attentive to his words.

Said instructor walked over to several crates that held a whole host of gear meant for camping, hiking, climbing and a litany of activities that involved journeying through nature in all its forms.

"In this class, you'll be learning how to survive in the wilds." Hawkeye grabbed a crudely made bow. "This means you'll have to know how to forage and hunt for your food. Learn how to filter your water supplies. Learn to make temporary shelters. Make your own weaponry, if the ones you have on hand are either lost, broken or have run out of ammunition. All this and more is what you'll undergo under my tutelage in this course."

He then tossed one of the bows to Ren who caught it swiftly.

"Now, some of you may ask: Mr. Barton, why use these sorts of tools? Are our weapons not sufficient enough?" Clint wagged his finger. "Your weapons and Dust that you have on hand are a limited supply when out in the wild. What if your weapon breaks?"

He saw the look of horror on Ruby Rose's face, the girl cradling her compact scythe closely as if it were a fragile child.

"You need them for important matters like defense and offense, especially when taking on the Grimm that are out there and other unsavory individuals that could attack you. Yeah, you think Grimm are the only things you're all going to be dealing with? The world is full of assholes just waiting to pounce on novices like yourselves. Be smarter than that. Now,"

The man clapped his hands, making students alert.

"The ones who raised their hands need to step forward and show me how you all made their fires. I'll be reviewing your methods and means and after that, you'll help your teammates and anyone else I pair you all up with. Standard stuff to start for all of you."

Ren, Nora, Yang, Vi and Jaune all walked forward along with several other students, being brought to the front of their classmates and taking the needed materials to make a standard campfire.

"Alright, begin."

An hour later…

"Do you have questions as to why I have you three here?"

"Do I have to be here?" Ruby Rose comically asked with her hands covered in bandages and burn marks from her overzealousness last class.

Steve Rogers gave the girl a sympathetic smile, patting her head.

"It's not gonna be for long, I promise." He said, almost laughing at the adorable nod of her head, nursing her hands that somehow hadn't healed by her aura.

This whole world can be a bit strange for Steve. He heard Peter once describe it as being anime-esque sometimes, whatever that meant.

"But back to my initial question, do you have questions why I brought the three of you here?" Steve asked again, facing Ruby, Jaune and Vi.

"A lot, actually." The last of three commented, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"And I'll be glad to answer them. But first things first, answer me this: what is the commonality between you three?"

The three of them looked at one another before Jaune answered on their behalf.

"We are leaders of our respective teams?" He said to be certain.

Rogers pointed at his fellow blond. "Correct."

"So what's this about if it's a team leader thing?" Vi asked. "Why not have other team leaders here?"

"They'll show up at a later time. Right now, I'm just focusing on small numbers before expanding them." Steve elaborated.

"Is there a reason for this?" The Pinkett inquired.

"Yes. I want to gauge how each of you is a leader."

Ruby frowned at this, looking somewhat hesitant. "But we just became leaders not long ago."

"Precisely." Steve said. "Think of this as a way to measure and keep track of your time as a leader. You may notice it you may not. You can note things down or you allow whatever happens in your time here on Beacon to come as the time passes."

Ruby, Jaune and Vi all exchanged looks before turning back to Steve.

"Leadership may come naturally for some, developed over time for others. Now, I can imagine for all three of you, or rather, I know cause I saw some of your reactions, that you three being selected as team leaders came as a shock, didn't it?"

Cap smirked in amusement at the slightly embarrassed and bashful looks Ruby and Jaune shared whilst Vi puffed some hair out of her face, cheeks puffed in a pout and head turned away from him.

"Sometimes, being a leader is just thrown at you and they tell you "go ahead, we're relying on you"," Steve said with a small sigh. "I know that it's a daunting task. It will not be easy, I assure you. You have to know when to make the hard calls. What decisions to make when preparing for a mission or on the fly. In and out of the field."

The three of them shifted where they stood, a look of anxious contemplation coming over them.

"Now, I don't have all the answers 'cause quite frankly, I'm not supposed to. The three of you are distinct individuals each with your own way of fighting and interacting with your team and friends. I can't mold you into being leaders like I am with my team because that's not my job. You all have to understand what kind of person you are to lead your team. What I can do is give you several pointers and practices that any leader, regardless of their standing, has to adhere to. Traits that can help strengthen your confidence in your team and more importantly, in yourself." Steve raised a finger. "For starters, listening is one of them. You are not a sole individual, you are part of a collective and each part of this collective has a personality and way of doing things that you will not understand in the beginning or maybe, you will. Some people pick up on it better than most. Talk with your teammates. Learn of their issues and see how you can help them with such problems. You don't have to restrict yourself from talking to just them as it can go onto others. Some believe a good trait of being a leader is separating yourself from the rest. Not being friends, in simple terms. A precaution in case they think of you as weak and despise you in the end when everything fails. A means which makes you a tyrant."

That caused the three teens to frown. Such a notion of being so overbearing on their friends and teammates wasn't an idea they were keen on practicing.

"This was all fine and good years ago. But today, in the present, that doesn't cut it in my book."

This caused the teens to relax, to a degree.

He snorted at their reactions. "What, were you expecting me to tell you to go be overlords to your teams?"

They all had the decency to blush at being called out at this, laughing bashfully at this.

"But a good trait of being a leader is…" Steve motions them to give out their own answers this time.

Jaune and Ruby all opened and closed their mouths several times whilst Vi crossed her arms now, thinking hard on this question.

"To be… uh… confident?" Jaune uncertainly said.

"To be strong?" Ruby comically flexed her nonexistent muscles.

"To know how to get your hyperactive teammate to go back to bed and stay there?" Vi dryly suggested.

Steve smiled at all their answers, bobbing his head from side to side. "Well, you're not all wrong. I understand Ms. Polendina has a zest for school life, yes?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." The team leader of PPBK quietly grumbled.

"Give it time. She'll learn how to… mellow out." Steve said, a small smirk in place. "Possibly."

"I sure hope so." Vi grumbles.

Jaune and Ruby chuckle and giggle respectively.

Steve finally gives them what he's getting here. "You need to show them that you are a person. You are vulnerable. You have issues just like them. You guys are kids, let's not sugarcoat it. Super-powered kids but kids all the same who've chosen a life that is one that is inherently difficult coupled with the fact that you have a greater degree of responsibility than most others in this academy. What I can tell you through my experience is you can't just simply brush things off or close yourself off. Show you need to rely on them like they rely on you. Such a trait strengthens comradery. It'll pay off greatly in the end. But the main thing I have to ask is this," He paused, making sure the three of them were focused on him, giving them a look in the eye each. "Are you ready and willing to learn how to be a better leader than you were yesterday?"

Jaune appeared to answer for them in his own way of stammering and such.

"Uh, I mean er… yeah?"

"Yeah?" Rogers parroted with a raised brow.

"Yes! Absolutely!" Ruby chimed in, throwing her fist up with a joking roar.

"What the short stack said." Vi remarked, shooting the affronted silver-eyed teen a mocking grin.

"Short stack?! I'll have you know I am a growing young girl with the daily required intake of milk that'll make me reach for the skies." Ruby raged, jumping up and down, only getting further incensed by Vi's teasing laughter.

-Scene Cut-

"Well now… This is clearly beyond my expertise."

Sprawled around Tony was a litany of scientific journals and theories about the Grimm. More specifically the pools they come from. He sat alone in his new office given to him by Ironwood and on his desks were stacks and stacks of other books relating to the Grimm.

Such a thing was really hard for him to digest. This was more mythological than scientific in his opinion with all of this. The way the Grimm were made or how they perhaps were theorized to be made… well, it was magic. Or maybe a science he didn't fully understand. Kinda like what he recalled Thor telling him and the others a while back.

He went with that answer for now as he didn't want to resort to magic just yet. Thor wasn't around so he couldn't have him to help out.

For Tony, those Grimmpools were the key to their predicament. Of how he and the others got to this world. Somehow, someway, they are the means of getting back home.

Until he can make some sort of breakthrough on… anything at all… he is ultimately stuck. Only theories, hypotheses and possible, likely suicidal ideas of maybe diving into the pools and seeing if he comes out at the other end.

If the essence of the Grimm doesn't kill or corrupt him.

When Stark brought this idea up, Ozpin shot it down, stating that unless there was a certainty on the matter, he could not allow such a practice considering their arrival to Remnant was more of a fluke if anything.

'Certainly the Wizard of Oz is keeping something from us. But won't tell us what exactly.' Stark thought with annoyance. 'Typical.'

Needing a break from this, Stark goes to a place that makes him feel more relaxed.

Leaving his office, he didn't need to go far down the hallway to enter the lab situated close by.

And who did he find there other than some of his favorite new friends on Remnant?

"Whaddya got here, boys?" Tony immediately asked, neither of the two teenagers reacting to him, both having goggles on as they were busy putting together the final touches of their latest project.

"Something of a later stage of what we envisioned." Jayce Talis said, screwing in several bolts whilst his partner and best friend, Viktor, added in the finishing touches on the base of their newest invention.

"Another one, huh?" Stark said with a clear look of approval, walking over to the workstation behind them, and staring down at what was resting there. "And these? Rather big for simple gauntlets."

"Atlas Gauntlets." Viktor immediately answered, pulling away from their work, both grinning in satisfaction at their completed effort.

"Workers at mining facilities will work faster with lesser fatigue." Jayce added on with confidence.

"Speaking from experience, I bet." Tony said, walking around the desk and now standing between the pair, in front of what they just finished working on. "And the claw?"

Viktor slips on a glove that has a cable attached to the aforementioned claw. "A mechanical claw equipped with a powerful laser. Artificers doing quite wonders with it."

To demonstrate this, Viktor aims his hand towards a slab of concrete. With a flick of his fingers, the claw sprang to life. Upon moving his hand more, Viktor commanded the claw to twirl before firing off a beam of light. Instead of blasting through the rock slab, it began carving out lines Viktor was carefully drawing. By the end of it, he made a rough image of the symbol of Atlas and rough was the right word to describe.

"Artist you are not." Tony quipped.

"We're artists of a different kind." Viktor retorted, taking off the equipment. "And I wasn't really good at the one craft anyways."

Stark only hummed in response, checking over the claw from all sides, his scientific mind enjoying the experience of new inventions and ideas.

"Obviously there will be quite the amount of kinks to iron out," He rattled off, running his hands along one of the parts of the claw. "Especially once you get your core power source idea refined and perfected. Damn thing eats away Dust like no tomorrow, huh?"

"We know. Reason why we have these cumbersome cables and dust containers for the time being."

"Once we get our ideal power source made, we'll make the adjustments on where the fuel is stored." Jayce confidently said.

"And how is that idea coming along?"

"We're still working out the fluctuations that come from its energy output." Viktor answered. "Heimerdinger believes it likely has to do with the stabilization that is needed once we crank it, as Jayce calls it."

"Yeah, well, when you crank a battery, you get a negative and a positive reaction." Tony airily said, leaving this work station and going over to where their main efforts were being focused on.

The blue cores that had yet to be properly "turned on".

"It's like Viktor said, what we're really having issues on is how to properly have our power source stable." Jayce said with a tinge of frustration.

"How exactly?" Tony said, tilting his head up at the large chalkboard full to the brim with scribbles of equations, theories and probabilities.

Jayce walked past the billionaire Avenger, picked up a piece of chalk and began to write down numbers, fractions and such.

"The equations and glyphs we've studied from what the Schnee's had allowed into the archives." Jayce circled said glyphs with his chalk, turning to Tony and Viktor. "We have jotted down everything and gone over them dozens if not hundreds of times. We're merely missing some crucial components."

"It would solidify the power source." Viktor added on, walking over to his partner and friend, supported by his crutch. "Granted it would make them volatile to be handled outside of safe locations." He pointed to a particular equation. "But if we can at least get to that stage, we can eventually buff out the kinks and make it safer when the final product gets dropped or crushed."

"Huh, yeah, hate it when that happens." Tony murmured with a nod. "Have you brought this with Polendina? Heimerdinger?"

"We have. They are stuck as we are." Jayce grumbled.

Tony pondered on this. "How about I take a look at them? Another perspective doesn't hurt."

"We appreciate the assistance, Mr. Stark." Viktor said with an appreciative smile.

He returned the gesture, walking up to the chalkboard, and picking up a piece of chalk for himself.

"So, what other crazy, out-of-this-world ideas have you been thinkin' of on the side?"

The two young teens found themselves grinning as they began rattling off other concepts and ideas that they hoped to expand on once they got their power source first.

At least looking into this will indeed give Tony a break from the Grimm.

AN

Hey everyone, yeah, so sorry we've been gone from this one for so long. We got a hot streak with Infinite Wars since we're near the end of Season 3 on top of us needing to return to our other stories like our KH crossovers and other stories that we need to get back on as well as the stuff in the works.

For the most part, we've been sorta struggling in what we should be doing with the characters for the story cuz, for the most part, we have an overall outline of an idea of what we're doing in the story. We know our endgame villains and we generally have a rough idea of what's happening in every volume and all. Primarily, we asked ourselves, what are we gonna have our characters be doing, what's their arc, their progression, relationships, interactions and all. That's what's been holding us up in returning to this story.

That and our endless frustration and aggravation with how poorly written RWBY is but that's a can of worms we're already neck-deep in so let's not get into that… again.

Anywho, shwatevs, we're back and glad to be here and happy and apologetic we kept you all waiting this long.

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