"You will need to clearly explain what happened with Ms. Scarlatina, Mr. Arc." I sat alone in the Headmaster's office, save for the Headmaster himself. For once, Goodwitch wasn't there, just Ozpin and his ever-twinkling eyes.

I sighed, a noise barely audible over the ticking of the clock. "You're aware of the nature of her Semblance?"

He stared at me as if I had asked a rhetorical question, as I mentally kicked my own ass for being an idiot. I'm talking to the man who handles admissions, and probably knows most everything in this school on top of that.

On the note of rhetorical questions, it surprised me that this world had a name for asking a question you knew the answer to.

"You probably aren't aware of the nature of mine." I ventured a guess.

"No, and I am rather curious. Coffee?" See, this was a question he knew the answer to, but it wasn't rhetorical. I believe the difference is whether or not you're trying to make the other person feel stupid.

I snorted. "Sure, Professor, I could use one."

He pulled a pot from somewhere underneath his desk, and a mug with the Beacon standard on it. Soon I was nursing my own mug. He did not speak, just looked at me expectantly.

I sighed. "Professor, when I told you that I was the Dovahkiin, that means a hell of a lot more than fluency in some dead language. I am a man with the soul of a dragon. In my world, dragons… well, they're immortal. If a dragon is not killed, it will live indefinitely, becoming more and more powerful. If they aren't killed by a dragonborn, they can always be brought back to life, such is the resilience of a dovah's soul. Even devoid of the body, it stays as a whole entity, retaining memories and everything about the dragon really. This is the nature of my soul, professor."

"I see." He said, musing.

"I don't know if I will live to be 50 or 500, Professor. Only one other Dragonborn lived during my time, the very first and most powerful, and he was ancient. I can't verify if that's due to his status as Dovahkiin, or some other dark magic, but he was millenia old."

"Did you know him?"

I laughed, a dark, dark laugh. "I slaughtered him and his cult after he… I guess you could say I knew him. "

"Outright admission to murder. Interesting."

I widened my eyes. "He… Divine's this is hard to say… He thrived so long due to his mastery over a shout that I refuse to touch. He can… he can trap people within their own minds, force them to do as he wills at any time, forever a prisoner within their own body. The cultists I killed were out of mercy. Miraak, for that was his name, was consorting with a Daedric Prince. The closest analogy would be a demon. This demon gave him power in exchange for sacrifices. Sacrifices of blood. Self-shed blood. He was making men, women, and children kill themselves on an altar. So yes, Professor, I murdered the shit out of them all."

"Which has what to do with Ms. Scarlatina?"

"Nothing, just some context. See, the thing that made us powerful was our ability to use the Thu'um. When we use it, we cast out our souls unto the mortal world, shaping it with the power of our Voice. Mortals with particularly strong Willpower can use the Voice, to an extent, but in a contest between a Dragonborn and a mortal who are otherwise equal, the Dovahkiin is magnitudes more powerful. This is the nature of the dovah's soul, in that it is adaptable, malleable, and most importantly of all, immortal."

"She did not have that protection, I presume."

I shook my head. "She did not. Shouts usually come in three-word sets. Those three words amplify and control the Shout into a desired effect. When she mimicked me, she only managed to use two of the words, casting an incomplete and structurally flawed spell for another analogy."

"Which isn't good." He ventured.

I gave another dark laugh. "I, again, am gifted - or cursed - with a powerful soul. I can use any amount of words I please, though more than three will most often put me in a similar state to Velvet. The issue with this shout is the words she used. Wuld, the word for whirlwind, set with Nah, the word for fury. From what I know of Velvet, she has no idea what fury means. Not only must you know the meaning of the word, you need to know and use it in the correct context. You must take the very nature of the word into your soul, into every aspect of your being. It's as much a mental skill as anything. Had she copied the third word, Kest, for tempest, she might have controlled it through understanding two of the three words. Still at great danger to herself, mind you, but more likely to… " I trailed off, at a loss for words to explain.

"She originally hails from Vacuo, so I would assume she could have done so. They're a hardy people with no end of whirlwinds and tempests."

"Sure. As it stands, she used the first word for effect, the second for amplification, and did not have the third to draw it all together into a controlled, and more importantly, identifiable effect. She still did what she needed to do, and saved the lives of my whole team and I in the process. Most... " I caught my breath. "Most mortals to use the Voice do not survive the attempt, nevertheless stay standing after. She's strong, professor, I'm just hoping that's enough. I accept full responsibility."

"Good to know, Mr. Arc. Have a wonderful Sunday. Perhaps your team could do with a quiet day, yes?" He sipped from his mug as if the matter was dismissed.

I dropped my jaw. "Sir, I may have just killed a woman, one who was a teacher to me and was only along because I asked her to. Am I not to be punished?"

His eyes twinkled. "Did you ask her to do what she did?"

"No, but I-"

"Did she tell you what she was going to do?"

"She just said to give her some time, that-"

"Then it is foolish to assume that the fault lies with you. Also, if I'm not mistaken, you're off to go find a book to devour and use to help her, correct?"

"Of course I am! Wh-" I paused. "How long did you know about that?"

He gestured off to the side, where a TV that I hadn't noticed before showed me jumping off the stairs for Ruby and ramming into the wall. "The featherweight technique."

TV of me throwing a pencil at Ren after a book disintegrates. "Aura enhancement, if I'm not mistaken?"

"Professor?" I asked, carefully.

"Yes, Mr. Arc?"

"Do you know of any books concerning matters of the soul?"

"I can ask around, Mr. Arc."

"Thank you, Professor. I want to help her, regardless of who's responsible."

"Good day, Mr. Arc."

Swallowing my fear, I stood before a door in an unfamiliar corridor. I wanted to knock on the door, I really did. I felt slightly vulnerable, what with my weapon being destroyed, but most of my skills worked with my bare hands.

Not the point, though. I raised my hand and knocked.

A split-second later, I found myself pinned against the opposite wall by an absolutely massive blade. "Where is she." The man, or giant, in front of me demanded.

"Medical." I managed to choke out, and his anger faded to concern, back to anger, and he pinned me harder, my AP dropping by the second as his blade ground against it.

"Yatsu, let him down!" The man before me, Yatsu, growled before reluctantly dropping me to the floor. He towered over me, and looked impressive, a layered pauldron on his left shoulder. Better yet, this man had a longsword. Sure, it was curved, but it was at least a step in the sensible direction.

A much shorter gir- no, not a girl. This here was a woman, you could tell by how she behaved. "What happened?"

"She…" I said slowly, trying to make it not seem like her fault while still making it not seem like my fault, while still not giving away too many details of my abilities. "I have a very, very taxing semblance that she tried to copy."

"So she's just tired, she'll be right as rain then." She said easily, looking at me out the corner of her eye as if daring me to say otherwise.

"From everything I've seen, she's doing much better than most would in her situation. I hate for this to sound bad, but I also hate to lie. The fact that she's alive, and was conscious for more than 10 seconds after using it, says wonders to her strength. "

Yatsuhashi growled and lifted his sword again, but the woman put her petite hand on his arm, pushing it down.

"Will she make it?" She said simply.

I opened my mouth, then closed it. I grimaced slightly, thought.

"She won't die, not after this long, but she may not wake up soon. I'll be doing everything I can to help her recover, and trust me when I say that there's a lot I can learn in a short amount of time." I shot out in an attempt to pacify them.

She nodded. "Did she know what she was getting into?"

I sighed. "She had no idea. What she did saved my entire team, though."

The woman laughed. "Sounds like our Velvet. I swear, if her head wasn't attached to her shoulders, she'd probably forget that her own health is important."

"I'm going to go see her, if you want to…" I trailed off, not quite sure how to finish that sentence.

The woman cocked her head. "What, be all mopey with you? You're off the hook, kid. We can't afford to hold grudges in this game. If you say you'll get her back to us, then I believe you. Not many people can lie when Yatsu's got his sword in their face." She gave me a wink at that. "Now c'mon, ya big lug, we've got an essay to write." With that, they returned to their room, and I was left standing awkwardly in the hall, not even knowing that woman's name.

"You really didn't have to come with me." I said, slightly annoyed but mostly thankful.

"Nonsense, she saved my life too." Pyrrha replied as she refused to look at me.

I sighed and kept walking, still wondering how I was going to explain the events at the docks to her. Combat is combat, and people die. What's so difficult to understand?

A lot, apparently. Pyrrha was of the firm belief that we, as Hunters and Huntress', are above such ideas as murder and violence, only using power when it's necessary.

I, on the other hand, was of the firm belief that the best way to help an organism was to cut out the sickness, and allow healthy growth to replace the void. With the advance in technology, many things are different here.

For example, senior citizens. In Skyrim, when you were too old to care for yourself and had no family around to take care of you, you simply died. That was it, end of story. I learned they have an entire building full of old, decaying men, being kept alive only by medicine and technology. Such a thing struck me as disturbing and ultimately cruel. Not simply because it could not have been comfortable, living when your body is done, but because of the implications. These poor souls were being kept from their afterlife. Why, why would they want to stay behind when there is glory to be found in death?

I immediately wanted to go there with my sword and liberate those men and women from their lives of pain and prolonged suffering. There was two problems with that plan. The first being that my sword had shattered, and the second being that Pyrrha did not agree with wanton murder of seniors, and now here we are.

"I don't even know if I'll be able to fix her." I reminded her. "I haven't learnt any healing skills yet, and wouldn't know where to start with," I glanced around to ensure we were alone, "considering we're working with souls here."

She glared at me out of the corner of her eye. "Did you consider that I might be visiting her for my own reasons, rather than to watch you try to heal her?"

I turned to her with a curious look. "Such as?"

She rolled her eyes and went back to staring forward without a reply. I chalked it up to typical female behaviour and didn't let it bother me. I had more important things to worry about, mainly being that there's never been a recorded case in history of an untrained person using the Voice. I could only ever make guesses as to how to fix something that hasn't ever happened before.

I knew that impatient souls could be lost, attempting to harness the Thu'um before the full power of their soul has returned. I knew that malevolent souls could be corrupted, such as the Voice of both Miraak and the draugr.

The only case when an untrained person would use it is with a Dragonborn, which was a bit of a special case concerning the nature of my soul. In theory, I need to return her soul to her body from wherever it may be scattered. This could be done with soul gems but those have been notably absent around here.

No, I needed a skill to do this, though I had no idea where to find such a thing. Ozpin pointed me to a book in the library that landed me a First Aid skill, but that didn't heal it just improved my efficiency using healing items and skills.

We arrived at the door to Velvet's room. I pushed it open.

She was lying in bed, seemingly asleep. Her chest still rose and fell with every shallow, too-slow looked pale, and her ears were flopped against the pillow without any of their usual life. I stood just to the side of the doorway and sighed, making sure we were alone and the door was closed before swapping my Title over to my new one I got after completing the initiation.

Beacon First-Year Student

You've entered one of the most prestigious Hunting schools on Remnant.

50% XP when on Beacon campus, 100% XP when learning from a Professor

Unfortunately there was no professor here to learn from, but this Title would hopefully aid in my attempts.

Pyrrha solemnly took a seat in the basic chair that sat beside the bed, and took Velvet's limp hand in her own. I instead sat and meditated on the nature of Restoration magic.

I myself never wanted to use magic, but as any good general would tell you, knowledge of your enemy is the first step to victory, so I had done some research, and briefly interviewed the masters at the College of Winterhold. Most of my questions were around how to counter the various spells I would come up against that weren't pure Destruction magic. Isran, the leader of the Dawnguard, was a prodigy with Restoration magic, and he was not the most pious of men. He told me once when I asked him about his skill that he did not need the Divines to bring peace and balance, but the Divines did need him.

He explained that while many Restoration users were in fact priests, it was not an exclusive thing. Restoration wasn't about harnessing the power of the Divines, per say, as much as it was about harnessing divine power. Thus, I had only to find this divine energy and manipulate it to suit my purposes.

I hadn't the slightest clue of where to start.

I stood with a sigh. "I've got to go, Pyrrha."

She hm'd, then was silent. She didn't even look at me.

I walked out uneasy.

This week, on Hunter's Gate!

The shot cut to a still camera of the two males on the team.

"Ren, I need your help." Jaune 'Torga' Arc said.

Lie Ren sat in a lotus position, opening his eyes when he heard the voice of his leader. He smiled. "Glad to assist, Torga. What's the issue?"

"It's Velvet. Ever since that…" He glanced at the camera, "training accident, I've been trying to figure out a way to heal her. I know what you can do with your semblance, I was wondering if you had any tips for controlling my aura."

Ren raised an eyebrow. "My semblance is not quite as easily described as one would think. Much of what I can do isn't due to my semblance, but due to my training. Shaping and utilizing your aura is a skill anyone with an aura can learn. That being said, without training I likely never would have developed my semblance to the point that I have."

The ninja-themed Hunter-in-training stood. "For example, you know how to empower your weapon with aura, and to use dust to enhance it. Those are all a part of the same skill-set, one that I've explored different aspects of, but it all comes down to how you shape the flow of energy."

"What flow?" Torga asked, confused.

Ren held up his hands, one in a flat knife-hand and the other in a open-palm strike position. After a few seconds of concentrating, I could see a faint pinkish glow around each hand.

"This one," Ren said as he held up the knife-hand, "I've altered to have less aura in a more confined area. Think of aura as a lake, and your body as the dam. What I've done is simply reduced the amount of space available for the water, or aura, to flow, and then made it flow at the same volume as before. The result…"

He knelt to the ground and swiped at it with the knife-hand, letting the aura and form fall soon after. A large cloud of dust was kicked up, which soon disappeared with a shout of "Wuld!"

Torga walked back over from the edge of the court-yard where his ability had taken him. In front of Ren was a deep furrow in the ground, as if a small and heavy plow had run through it. Torga whistled in appreciation. "Impressive."

Ren snorted. "That's basic, barely puts a dent in my Aura." He held up his open palm. "Now this is the hard one." He knelt again and slammed the hand into the ground. This time, chunks of rock and earth flew up, not nearly as much dust. Where he had hit was a small crater, about 3 feet around. "I used the same principle, but in the opposite direction. This time I increased the amount of aura without changing the shape. That was only the start of the technique but I won't explain the rest."

Torga nodded. "Man's gotta have his secrets. So how do you know how to change your aura flow? How can I learn?"

Ren looked him in the eyes. "You truly want to learn? It will be painful and difficult."

"Yes." Torga stated without a hint of nervousness.

Ren shrugged. "Very well. First we need to deplete your aura."

"How do I do that?"

At that, Torga was punched in the face and sent flying into one of the surrounding pillars. He groaned as he dropped to the ground. "Should have seen that coming…" He muttered, then walked back over to a grinning Ren.

My largest issue came up when I was about to start my tutoring and was halfway through calling Velvet before I thought about what I was doing. Poor girl wasn't even conscious, how the hell would she help me get ready for these mid-term tests?

The answer was, she wouldn't. I brought up my current quest.

[Quest Alert] Tutorial End!

You've almost got the hang of your powers, Only a few things left to go before you unlock your full potential!

[Main Objective] Complete Tutorial

-Speak with other Gamer and choose a class [Completed]

-Craft your own weapon

-Pass all Mid-Term Tests

-Clear Forever Fall Temple

[Side Objectives]

Reach Level 10 before the end of the Tutorial

Earn 10,000L before the end of the Tutorial

[Reward] Unlock General Menu, Skill: Dungeon Access, Skill: Dungeon Escape

[Failure] ERROR(CODE:769-CODE:770)

With a glance at my inventory I saw myself sitting pretty rich at around 150,000L, so that objective was long since passed, and my level was almost double the minimum. All I really had left to do was create a weapon and help Velvet so she can help me pass the midterm tests. Well, and because I felt partially responsible for what happened to her, but that was beside the point. I was slightly confused as to why it didn't say that the Temple had been cleared but a part of me knew that after a few more weeks of training, I would be going back to explore the oddness. That place was too... Straight, to be natural or even man-made. It reminded me of the dwemer in terms of sharp angles and long halls, but the Stone in the walls shouldn't have been able to form like that.

With a sigh I changed my course from my path to the library to head back to our dorms.

When I knocked on the door of Team RWBY, Yang was the one to open the door. "Hey, how's it going Loudmouth?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Loudmouth?"

She smirked. "Get it? Cuz you yell things? Eh?"

I snorted when I realized she was talking about my Shouts. "Not the worst thing I've been called."

She waved it off. "I'll keep working on it. What's up?"

"I need to speak with your sister."

She got a sly look on her face. "Oooh, little sister has herself an admirer."

"She said she would help me build my new weapon. I don't think of Ruby that way, or to be quite frank, I don't think of any of the students that way." I clarified, not wanting the wrong idea to come across.

Her sly look turned to one of surprise. "Hm. Well you better be careful, Ruby's nuts about guns and stuff. If she's helping you build your Hunting weapon… Don't you go hurting her."

"First, I wouldn't hurt her unless she hurt me first, in which case I would likely be unable to retaliate. Second, I can't hurt her if I don't know where she is. Third, what are you up to all alone in here?"

"Fair enough. Just remember who she's related to, and therefore who will be coming for you if I have to help her with a broken heart."

I sighed. "Fine, keep your secrets." I turned to leave.

"Whoa there Blondie, so easily distracted! She's down at the Forge, I'll walk you there. I wasn't doing anything important, just wait up a minute and I'll be right there."

I stopped walking and leaned on the wall as Yang slammed her door shut in a rush.

Not 3 seconds after that door slammed shut, the one across the hall slammed open and Nora poked her head out. "Torga! There you are!" She walked out of our room and shut the door behind her. "Why are you just standing there?"

"I'm waiting for-"

"Yang, I know, I heard the whole thing. Soooo, you're starting your Hunting weapon today."

"Yes."

"What's it going to be? A giant, grenade-launching hammer? Let me tell you, that's the best way to go."

A mental scene of me plowing through ranks of Grimm with Nora's hammer entered my mind, and just as quickly left. "I considered it." I said truthfully.

"He seems more like the guy to punch someone in the face!" Yang exclaimed as she left her room. "You coming with us?"

"Yep!" Nora confirmed. "Ren's boring and taking a nap and Pyrrha went to the CCT to talk to her family, so Torga's the only one left to entertain me."

"Praise the Divines." I muttered.

"I won't complain about a threesome!" Yang shouted unnecessarily loudly. "C'mon, we're burning daylight folks!" She set off with myself and a hammer maiden in tow.

"So, Torga, what are you gonna make? Another harpoon sword thingy?"

"I've been going over a few ideas. Whatever I decide on needs to be able to switch from lethal to non-lethal. I have no issues with killing my enemies but my team-mates tell me that I shouldn't, so I'm going to try to learn to fight without killing."

Yang was slightly hesitant at hearing the macabre answer to her question.

Nora was kind of used to me by then though. "Sooo… a sword with a net-launcher?"

My eyes went wide. "You can launch nets?"

Yang snapped out of her little daze. "Well yea, why couldn't you? You can launch pretty much anything with enough power."

I nodded my agreement. Hundreds of bandits killed by being launched off a mountain proved that one for me. We arrived at an elevator and Yang hit the down button.

"Just do what I did, take a usually non-lethal weapon and add a gun to give you an extra edge against the Grimm."

"You don't have a weapon, you just have those gauntlets." I stated, pointing at the wrist-bands in question.

She laughed as we stepped through the open elevator doors. "These are my weapons. Blondie." She expanded them with a grin. "Ember Celica, my Dual Ranged Shot-Gauntlets."

"Right, but that's still armor." I clarified.

"Who says it can't be both?" Nora challenged, and I was silent the rest of the ride down the elevator.

The doors opened to a miraculous room.

To one side, a long workbench with many labelled drawers underneath and spotlights above to provide a bright working area. To the other side, a long, wide hallway that had the sign 'Firing Range' above it. Against the back was a giant machine, with the masked form of Ruby Rose in front of it. The machine was lit up with red lights. Yang and Nora walked over to Ruby, while I crept closer to the machine.

It was radiating a fierce heat, one that would have had me sweating if the Gamer's Body didn't cover that already. Ruby was standing before one of three chambers. The door to hers was closed, but the one in front of me was wide open. All I saw inside was a metal pedestal in a white chamber, and an assortment of odd looking contraptions in the ceiling.

"Cool, isn't it?" I jumped as Ruby was suddenly beside me.

"Yes." I said simply. "What is it?"

"It's an omni-foundry! Not only that, it's one with three Flash Forge's!"

"Oh, right." I acknowledged, filing that away for later. "So this thing makes weapons."

"Well, kind of? You make the weapon, this thing just makes the parts you might use in making your weapon. It can make a sword or something basic with absolutely no input other than you have to be the one to set the hilt."

I looked at the machine with a new appreciation. "Really? How fast?"

Ruby shrugged. "Ten, maybe fifteen minutes? I don't think this one's ever been used for something so simple but let me see if someone left a program in here…" My eyes went wide and I want to say my jaw dropped but Gamer's mind prevented reactions like that.

With a hiss, the Flash Forge before me let out a spurt of steam that had me grasping for my sword. I briefly panicked as I couldn't find it, then wondered why nobody else was as on-edge as I was. I looked to Ruby for an explanation as she finished typing something on a keyboard.

"I'll make you a replacement sword for now, while we work on your Hunting weapon. That is, if you still want me to help you?" She looked at me hopefully.

I couldn't help but grin as I let my guard settle down. "That's half the reason I'm here."

"The other half being…?"

I glanced over the where Nora was pulling a plastic disc out of the last room, or Flash Forge I guess.

Ruby sighed. "A frisbee..? Of all the things…"

"Let them have their fun. I'm excited to see what this thing can do." I said to try and get her back on track.

"Well, the omni-foundry, this model at least, can take most solid materials and rework them into a shape that's ideal for the project you're working on. It has a supply of all the necessary ores to make steel of the purest quality, and many types of plastics. If you have any other materials, they can be placed here," She indicated a small box on the front, "where the machine will analyze the material and tell you what can be done with it. Once you have the material, you need to make a 3D model of the part you want to make, then input that into the computer which will tell the Flash Forge to make what you want it to make."

I stared at her blankly. "Right."

"Here, it's easier if you try it yourself. Did you bring any materials or should we just go with steel?" Ruby asked me.

I opened my mouth to tell her to just go with steel, but thought better of it. Instead, I opened my Inventory and with a grin, brought out a Boarbatusk Tusk.

The machine, oddly enough, didn't recognize it.

"What is that? Where did you pull it from?" Ruby asked, peeking around to see if I had a hidden pocket that she couldn't see.

"This is a Boarbatusk Tusk, an alleged crafting material. I was hoping to make a dagger or two with them but it's not a worry."

She raised an eyebrow. "But Grimm disintegrate when they die. How is that still whole?"

I held up the tusk. "I cut it off really quick? You can have this one if you want."

She snatched it out of my hands as I pulled out another one. When I accessed my inventory, I tended to do it behind my back, or hidden in a pocket. I didn't actually need to grab the specific item, per say, I just needed to reach into the box with the intention of pulling out what I wanted and that was it. This time I did it behind my back and the shocked look on Ruby's face was quite funny.

"I know that wasn't there before! Where are you getting these from?!"

I shrugged. "It would seem you didn't look hard enough."

She pouted. "Boo you."

The machine whirred to life with the sound of a siren as one of the doors slid closed. I jumped, startled by the sudden noise and movement, whirling around to face the contraption.

Ruby laughed. "Don't worry, it's just starting your sword now."

"But I didn't even tell you what I wanted." I said slowly, warily eying the machine to make sure it didn't make any sudden moves.

"Let me guess, a two-handed longsword?"

I opened my mouth to protest the over-simplification, but she wasn't wrong and this was a replacement, not a final copy. My mouth shut soon after. "Good guess."

She shrugged. "I'm glad someone appreciates the classics, at least."

My eyes widened in appreciation. "Thank you! Everyone and their brother has a different, unique weapon thats a bow but its also a sickle that can shoot grenades that turn into throwing knives, it's too much! All I want is a sword. That grapple was nice, but once I develop my powers a bit more I have a feeling movement will no longer be an issue so it was getting kind of tiresome." It was true. Even with the levels I'd gained in AGI I found myself moving faster than I could have Grappled. Then I layer on the Running skill and I'm plenty quick.

"Hey, I hear you. My weapon only has three combat forms, so I guess you could say I agree."

I scoffed at her. "Where I'm from, weapons didn't change forms. There was no Dust. There was no Aura. Just Men, and our will to survive. Well, that and our armour was much more developed than yours."

Her eyes widened. "Really? How so?"

"We didn't have any Aura to protect us, so those with the strongest armour were the most dangerous. Any fool can swing a sword, but what is a warrior to do when his tempered blade simply breaks against his opponent?"

"So you have better steel than us?"

I outright laughed. "Steel? Please. Even I could make better than steel, and I was never even a blacksmith. My old sword was made of Ebony, it would never have shattered even had the Goliath we fought stood on it with one leg. My armour was of Stahlrim, a legendary metal that resembled steel and had elements of steel within it. I felt no cold while in that armour, so it was enchanted. It was also enchanted to heal what little damage I took in a much faster manner."

"Enchanted…" Ruby murmered.

"I didn't do it myself, of course."

"Of course."

"Hey, Ruby?"

"Mhm?"

"Tell me, what kind of technology can I put into armour?"

She grew a feral grin, one that I wasn't sure I was happy to see. "The real question isn't what we can put in, it's how much can we fit. You're saying you want full armour? What about your weapon?"

"What about your sister, where's her weapon?"

She cringed in embarrassment. "True. I didn't think about that… It may take longer and I'm sure that we'll have to go and buy our own materials but… we can probably make it climate controlled at least. I'm not too smart when it comes to armour, in case you didn't notice." She said, gesturing to her outfit.

"Well, considering you're in a dress-"

"Combat skirt." She coughed.

"-in a dress and weird raised shoes, yet still can swing that scythe around like a stick, I'd say you don't need armour if you don't want it. I, on the other hand, want it."

We talked over what she knew, which as she said was minimal, when the machine beeped.

"Oh! Sword's done!" Ruby yanked the door open and tentatively poked it, before pulling out the blade.

It was very, very basic. Straight as could be, triangle tipped, tapering off on one end to form the area where the hilt would go. She held that end out to me.

I grabbed it, mildly humbled. It would need a slight counterweight but with the right hilt, it would do for now.

"Fine craftsmanship." I admitted, which made Ruby grin.

"I may have tweaked the program a little…" She mumbled.

"So is there a toolbench where I can work this tusk?" I said, grabbing it off the table we were waiting at earlier.

You are in possession of multiple Crafting Materials. Would you like to Craft?

Yes. I thought.

With a glow, the tusk in my off hand disappeared in a flash of white light, and the blade was engulfed in the same light. In half a second, I was holding a bone-handled sword with an odd looking tip. It was if the spike of a battle axe were attached to the back, giving the end a fair bit of weight but enough that I could still swing it with one hand if necessary, though tiring given how my body was. Or how low my stats were right now, if I were to look at it that way.

Due to prior knowledge, the Skill Weapon Crafting has been added to crafting!

Weapon Crafting (LVL28)

You've spent time at the forge, and know how to combine two or more things to form a useful whole.

New weapon acquired!

Boar's Tooth (Uncommon)

A greatsword stylized after a Boarbatusk.

Damage:35

Increase STR 1% per consecutive hit without taking damage.

Chance of Push.

I closed all the windows as I contemplated the potential.

"Hello? How did you do that?"

"Uhm…" I said, having forgot Ruby Rose was still there. I glanced around quickly to see if anyone else was. "My semblance?"

"So what, you can pull Grimm stuff out of the air and turn it into weapons?"

I cringed slightly. "Kind of? Look, do you have any ammo? That's how I proved it with Pyrrha."

She pulled out a magazine in a flash and with a grin. "Always! You aren't going to use that in here, are you? Those are-"

I quickly held up a hand. "Don't tell me. Just watch."

I grabbed the ammo and said clearly. "Inventory."

The window popped up. I moved the magazine slowly into an empty square so she could see it the whole way, then showed her my hands. "Taadaa."

"Where did it go?" She asked, probably playing along but who knew at this point.

"I'm a video gamer."

She frowned slightly. "Me too, but where'd my ammo go?"

"Your…" I tapped the box of ammo, seeing that I had quite a few new things in my inventory as I did, and read off the resulting info. "Custom Loaded Dust Rounds with Gravity Dust? What's Gravity?"

She seemed caught between trying not to laugh, and interested. I pulled out her ammo and gave it back, before anything more could be said, and she took it while calming down. Kind of.

"What do you mean, what's gravity?" She laughed. She laughed quite loudly. For a almost absurdly long time. I tried waiting for her to stop, but it took too long.

I grit my teeth. "It's just a number in the classroom. What is it? What kind of element, it's Dust right?"

Her laughter stopped when she realized I was being completely serious. "It's what keeps us on the ground." She said slowly. "The whole world is a big ball and because it's so big it pulls us towards it. So with Dust, I can use gravity in battle. Mostly for shooting myself really, really fast or straight up or something."

A light clicked in my brain. "How much Gravity Dust would you need to lift about two men for an hour?"

She snorted. "Please. If you use it right, each bullet could do maybe two and a half hours, minimum."

I grinned. "How much does it cost?"

"Too much for anyone to use it for armor, that's for sure."

"I've heard that before. How much?"

She sighed. "Each bullet costs around 1500L."

I looked back at my inventory, reached a hand in, and pulled out 40000L, around a third of my money. It came out in the form of 4 notes.

Ruby gaped.

I looked at it innocently, as if this wasn't enough money to pay for a year at Beacon. "That should help, right? Is that a lot?"

Pyrrha doesn't like Torga much right now. People may get bad "Raahhh you're ruining our favourite ship" to which I say "Bitch, it's the Dragonborn. Remember how he/she got married. No preamble, just wear a necklace and pop the question.

In other news, thanks for the reviews.

~HHR