Chapter 1: Good Morning, Other World
On a school bus somewhere in the states, a group of students are riding home from school for that day. Towards the back, four boys were sitting on the bus's single large sofa seat, with one holding an Ipad so that the other three could watch what he was watching.
Specifically, it was RWBY.
"Fin, ya mind? Your elbow's poking my spleen!" One of the boys, a kid with spiky blonde hair, blue eyes, and piercings groaned.
"Sorry, Jonson." The now named Fin apologized, snacking on some jerky. He had black hair and blue eyes.
"Will you two pipe down? I'm trying to listen to Blake's speech." Another boy barked from the far end. He looked to be of either egyptian descent, and had a star of David necklace on.
"Ah keep your shirt on, Ben." Jonson retorted. "Besides, everyone knows that Fixing RWBY's the better show." He added.
"That 'better version' wouldn't exist without the original, genius." Ben bit back.
"Bite me." The punk snapped.
"You wish." The jewish boy smirked.
"Shhh! Guys, calm down." The kid holding the IPad hissed placatingly.
The rowdy boys clammed up so they could enjoy the show while they waited to reach their destination.
"Jeez, Frankie, say it–don't spray it." Fin said.
All of a sudden, they heard a loud horn blare from their right, prompting Jonson to look out the window and widen his eyes.
"There's an out of control semi truck heading right at us!" He yelled in alarm, startling his friends.
"Oh no–BRACE FOR IMPACT!" Fin yelped as everyone in the bust held on.
CRASH! SCREECH! CRUNCH! BOOM! SPLASH!
The semi collided with the bus's side, causing it to crash into the wall of an overpass–break through said concrete wall–crash to the ground from tons of feet in the air, tumble, roll–and splash into the water–anyone who wasn't killed in the crash dying on impact with the water.
There wasn't a single scream heard.
(An unknown amount of time later)
-Limbo-
"Urgooooh–What the fuck hit me?" Jon groaned as he and the others sat up, all four groaning in discomfort.
"Hell if I know." Fin replied, wincing as he held his side. "Where are we?" He wondered as he looked around the white void the four of them found themselves in.
"No idea." Ben replied as he too looked around. "Last thing I remember was the crash, then everything went black." He added.
"... Is this heaven?" Frank questioned as he looked around. "Where's the gates?" He questioned.
"Sorry to say, but you four are in Limbo." A new voice interjected from behind them, causing them to whirl around and see two being standing there… Ones they recognized.
"No." Jon gulped.
"Fucking." Fin uttered.
"Way." Ben gasped.
Frank, meanwhile, facepalm-fainted Weird Science style.
They were standing in front of the Two Brother Gods of Remnant.
"This is certainly an unexpected development, isn't it?" The God of Darkness mused. "You four weren't even supposed to come to us." He added.
"How are we even here, anyway?!" Fin questioned, trying to get a lid on his shock.
"That, we unfortunately cannot answer." The God of Light told them. "At least, not in a way that's easy to understand." He continued.
"Well that's… Unhelpful." Ben sighed.
"I am Aether, and this is my brother Urba." The bright figure explained–his voice sounding like Minato Namikaze–as the two gods slowly took more physical shapes.
That being of two men, each in eastern looking garb, with the same color pallets as before, as well as either purple/white hair, antlers/horns and orange/umbral skin.
"Before I explain what happens next…" Aether trailed off before he snapped his fingers, causing Frank to jolt awake.
"WHO-WHAT-WHERE?!" He yelped as he jumped to his feet.
"We brought you here because your souls crossed over to our afterlife by mistake." Urba explained.
"But as you all don't belong there, we're at a loss for what to do here." Aether sighed.
"I can kinda understand how much of a dilemma this is…" Fin sighed as he took a breath. "Any particular ideas coming to mind? Cuz one of mine is just sending us to our afterlife." He added.
"That would be the obvious solution, you're right." Aether nodded.
"However… What fun would that be?" Urba mused.
"What are you scheming, brother?" The antlered god questioned.
"The lives of these four were ended prematurely, so why not give them a second chance on Remnant?" The horde brother proposed, much to the shock of the boys. "Who knows? Perhaps they could end up solving our little problem?" He added.
"You know how I feel about things like that." Aether sighed.
"Loopholes, dear brother. Loopholes. Nuance and alternatives. Come now, surely you have not forgotten your sense of curiosity?" His younger brother smiled with a Loki-like smirk, floating upside down.
"Maybe some outside help would do us some good." Aether conceded before turning to the four deceased mortals. "What do you four think? This revolves around you, so it's only smart you get the final say." He asked.
The four boys looked at each other and exchanged looks.
Go into the world of their favorite show, and actually live there as well? Not to mention–it looked as though it could be their preferred version too…
It was a pretty tempting offer, all things considered.
"Thoughts, boys?" Frank asked. "I'm good with heading to Remnant, but I don't know about you." He added, wanting to hear their answers.
This got a cacophony of nods from the other three, which the two brothers saw.
"Then we hope you're ready to lead new lives in Remnant." Aether told them.
"Both of you will be born in different parts of it and have different upbringings, so you'll have to wait a long time before you meet up again." Urba picked up. "When you do meet up, try and make your little rendezvous point obvious if you can." He added.
"Additionally…" Aether hummed as he drew a symbol and flicked it at them, causing it to appear on their necks. "These runes will glow when you near each other." He added.
"This'll certainly be helpful. Thanks." Ben nodded in gratitude.
"One last thing: Would you like your memories sealed until you reach a certain age, or not?" Urba asked.
"How about they come back when we reach our original ages?" Fin offered.
"Yeah, that works." Jonson nodded.
"Alright, off you go, then!" Urba exclaimed as he worked his magic before sending them on their way–the boys' souls flying to four different places.
Those being Vale, Menagerie, Argus, and Vacuo.
(Timeskip)
-Mantle, concert hall-
In a concert hall that was at the center of the city of Mantle in the Kingdom of Atlas, a concert was occurring where a famous langenau–one Weiss Schnee–was giving a recital of a song she wrote herself, Mirror Mirror.
However, on a rafter on the ceiling, someone was perched upside down as they listened. Almost like a bat.
The boy looked to be about seventeen, with brown-almost black hair, burgundy wine colored eyes, a decently muscled build–much like that of a streamlined runner, specifically–And pale caucasian skin.
He was currently dressed in a black shirt, red leather long coat, black combat jeans, black boots, round orange tinted sunglasses, white gloves, a cross necklace, and a floppy wide brimmed red fedora.
The boy licked his long, white, fang-like teeth as he watched Weiss perform–his ears picking up her beautiful singing even from his distance.
'She has a lovely singing voice.' He thought as he listened silently.
This was John Lapis Lazuli Sovonavich–and as you might have guessed–he was Jonson's reincarnated form.
The boy was born to a family of nocturnal faunus on Menagerie and was born as a Vampire Bat faunus, with his trait being his vampiric fangs.
Life was rough, growing up as a faunus, but given that they only came out at night and how he could generally pass as human, he had little to worry about except for the occasional snooty Atlas soldier.
As the concert ended, John dropped his now empty bag of popcorn, causing it to fall right onto the head of none other than Jacques Schnee, before dipping out of the hall like an S-tier player of CoD: Ghost Recon.
Then he started to make his way out of the theater, avoiding any crowds that might have people who could spot his faunus traits… Actually, he avoided crowds in general.
"Now to head to the airport." John mused, pulling his hat down. "I've got a plane to catch." He added.
(Elsewhere)
On a train traveling at breakneck speeds through forever fall, a girl lets out a sigh as she makes her way to the front of the train after cutting loose a flatbed car to keep her old partner from doing something insane.
She looked seventeen, fair skin, amber eyes, black and white clothes and a pair of cat ears. She also had a weapon of her own on her back.
"I always figured Adam would've crossed the line one of these days." A voice sighed next to her, causing her to turn towards the source. "I just never thought he'd go this far." The voice mused, an olive skinned hand removing a Hieroglyph decorated White Fang mask from their face.
"Neither did I, Bayek.":The girl sighed. "You're joining me, aren't you?" She asked.
"After what he tried to pull? Fucking right I'm joining you." Bayek replied as he snapped his mask in half and threw it off the train.
Bayek Nile, Ben's reincarnated form, was an extremely rare Scarab Beetle Faunus whose trait was retractable pincer-stingers in his wrists.
He was a boy around seventeen like Blake and was several inches taller than her, with Egyptian olive toned skin, a decently muscled build, almond shaped brown eyes that were traced with traditional Egyptian eyeliner, and a head of black hair that was shaved to almost bald–a necessity when living in the deserts of Vacuo.
He was currently dressed in White Fang garb that was personalized with an Assassin's Creed hood and his weapons Amun-Ra on his back.
Amun-Ra was a pair of twin bronze Khopesh swords that were also part bolt action pistol and bolt action shotgun when linked together. Each was etched with Hieroglyphs.
"So, what's gonna be our next step when we reach Vale?" Bayek asked as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Honestly? I don't know." The cat faunus girl sighed as she tied a bow up to cover her cat ears. "I just want to leave this all behind." She told him.
"Well, good thing is, you won't be alone." He told her, smiling as she laid her head on his shoulder.
(Elsewhere)
Somewhere in Vale's redlight district, a yellow motorcycle stopped in front of a nightclub. Then the owner of it, who was a blonde bombshell, got off and strode confidently into the club.
The girl, Yang Xiao Long, playfully scans the club as she makes her way to the bar, pulling out her scroll along the way–before laying back onto said bar, in a flirtatious manner–her DD-cup rack bouncing in her yellow too-small tube top all the while.
"One strawberry sunrise on the rocks." She purred at the bartender with a playfully seductive wink of her lavender eyes.
The bartender blushed quite hard as he got the drink ready, his eyes occasionally darting towards the girl's gorgeous cleavage and exposed stomach, making it very hard to concentrate on his task.
Then she glanced at the bar owner before (seemingly randomly)taking a picture of herself.
"... Don't you ever get cold looking like that?" A male voice told her.
This caused the girl to turn around to see a young man around her age sitting next to her with a hard cider in his hand.
He was tall, had a very muscular build–giving him an almost beefy dorito shape–as well as patchwork scarring resembling stitches all over his body. This didn't retract from his attractiveness, as he was still quite chiseled and handsome, with soft, almost puppy-like yellow eyes, short gray hair, and ashen skin. He also had several piercings.
Attire wise he was wearing a dark green patchwork jacket, black shirt, worn black jeans that also looked patched up–probably hand me downs–as well as a pair of green steel toed combat boots and a pair of bolt shaped headphones around his neck.
'Whoa! Hello beefcake with a side of cute baby potatoes and sexy gravy!' Yang thought in surprise as her eyes widened. "Uh, no. I'm usually fine." She replied after shaking her head.
"Oh, okay 'ey." The boy nodded as he tried to sip from his bottle, only for nothing to come out for some reason.
Peering down the barrel of the gun–so to speak–the boy couldn't see any obvious signs of liquid, but he could hear the carbonation.
So, he did the only logical thing–he thought–and tipped the bottle over his open mouth—And a torrent of alcoholic apple cider came pouring out and right into the poor lad's face.
The girl couldn't stop herself from bursting out laughing as the boy immediately slammed the bottle on the bar and coughed heavily.
"I'm okay!" He coughed, sounding like he had a Canadian accent.
As you might have guessed, this was Frank's reincarnated form–Franklin Munster–a boy from Vale who lived a life that was rather mundane and stable. In spite of how he looked, he was actually childishly chaotic and fun to be around for some. Or as most people would say–mostly in jest–That he was quote: "Pure of heart, dumb of ass. Super tall, super strong and can always get along."
Basically, he was a classic Himbo, like Kronk from The Emperor's New Groove.
"Oh sweetie, didn't anyone tell you that you're supposed to wait until after the fizzing stops before you take a sip?" The blonde chuckled.
"I usually get by just fine before it stops." The boy shrugged.
"Well maybe wait next time." Yang smiled as she took a napkin and wiped his face dry. "I'm Yang, by the way." She told him.
"Franklin." The boy replied, nodding in gratitude as her drink arrived, which he slid some money down to pay for. "Drink's on me–in more ways than one, eh?" He chuckled nervously, causing the girl to snort.
"I can pay for my own drink, but thanks anyway." She grinned.
"Nah, nah, I insist. Besides, you seem busy." Franklin insisted before gesturing to the group the girl had been letting her scroll record as they were talking.
"Thanks, then, Frankie." The blonde told him before she stopped recording. "Now, if you'll excuse me…" She trailed off as she got up.
As she walked away, two figures (more than likely figments of his imagination) appeared on Franklin's shoulder. Oddly enough, they looked like Aether and Urba.
"You should help her." Shoulder Aether pointed out.
"Nah, she can handle herself. Let her be." Shoulder Urba scoffed.
"You sure? Those guys look pretty tough, and I don't think that big guy likes what Yang just showed him on her scroll." The boy said, biting his finger nervously.
"Okay big guy, I got three good reasons why you should just sit back and enjoy the show." Urba stated as he conjured a list, putting on some glasses. "Reason one…" He began–right as Yang punched a guy so hard that he flew through the air and crashed into the DJ. "That." He added.
Then Yang jumped into the air before she came crashing down like a meteor, her bracelets extending into full-on gauntlets with shotgun attachments.
"Reason two." The small imp continued as two girls started advancing on Yang. "Why waste time on small fries when you can take on the big dogs?" He added.
"I dunno, they're both girls, shouldn't I–ya know–not hit them?" The patchwork boy asked.
"Well not if they're not fighters themselves…" Urba mused, rolling his eyes.
"Really? Cuz I don't…" The boy began.
"No, no, he's got a point." Aether interjected, agreeing with his opposite. "Because what do we say about respecting women?" He asked.
"That the best way to respect a girl who can fight is to be an equal opportunity ass whooper and meet & beat them all the way?" The boy asked.
"Exactamundo." Urba grinned.
"So get in there and help her out." Aether urged.
"And fuck shit up." Urba added as Franklin got up, slamming his fists together as lightning crackled around them.
Walking up to Yang and the Malachite twins, the boy suddenly swung his arm and punched Melanie in the side and arm so hard that her body bowed into a U shape around his fist until she was sent flying into the opposite wall in an explosion of electricity–with Franklin following through by striking a Hercules punch pose.
"Whoa…" Yang blinked as she blocked Militia, feeling a little impressed by the display of strength.
"Done and done." The boy hummed merrily as he dusted his still sparking hands off… Right before catching a rocket that was meant for Yang mid flight as the blonde punched out Militia–and then proceeded to examine said rocket. "... What's a rocket doing in here?" He questioned, much to Junior and Yang's shock at the fact he caught it.
Like we said, pure of heart, dumb of ass.
"I-Is he for real?" Junior had to wonder.
'Yep, definitely a himbo… Brothers, somehow that just makes him even cuter.' Yang thought as Franklin just shrugged and tossed the rocket over his shoulder–and caused it to explode and send goons flying.
"Okay, what to do next…" He mused before looking at Junior. "... Eh." He shrugged before he popped his neck.
"I can think of a few things…" Yang grinned as she cracked her knuckles and started walking over to Junior. "You should've told me what I wanted to know when you had the chance…" She told him before…
BOOM!
The club exploded as Junior was sent flying outside by a single catapult punch combo by Franklin and Yang.
"... I think we overdid it." Franklin gulped.
"Don't worry, he'll be fine." The blonde waved off before running outside. "Alright, now talk!" she barked, throttling the man on the ground.
"Um, I think he's already out cold." Frankie pointed out.
"... Fuck, you were right. We overdid it." Yang cursed as she got back to her feet. "Well, it was still fun." She smiled, hopping a bit and causing her chest to bounce. "You actually know how to show a girl a good time, big guy. How about we swap numbers?" She offered with a smile.
"U-Um.. Uh…" The patchwork themed teen stammered, blushing slightly.
"Don't just stand there, say yes." Urba told him.
"Gently though! Don't come on too strong!" Aether warned.
"Uh… S-sure. One sec…" The boy finally replied before taking out a stack of sticky notes and a pen before writing down his number and giving it to Yang, who in turn took the two items and gave him her number.
"Ya know we could have just done it automatically?" The blonde noted, showing a function on the devices that read–Insta share.
This caused Franklin to facepalm himself so hard that he fell over with a loud thud.
"I'm okay!" He told the girl, giving her a thumbs up.
"Um…" A new voice uttered, causing them to look and see a new face a short distance from them.
This caused Yang to look and see a young girl dressed in gothic clothes and a red cloak with black hair and silver eyes approach the two as Franklin slowly sat up.
"Yang… What're you doing?" She asked. "Who's that?" She questioned.
"Oh, hey sis. This is Franklin. I literally just met this himbo in the club over there." Yang replied, helping her new friend up. "Franklin, this is my little sister, Ruby." She added as the boy faced the smaller girl.
The patchwork kid looked at the silver eyed girl and could see four shaky Rubys rotating in his vision. "Hi, nice to meet all of you." He waved, shaking his head to get the dizziness out.
"What?" Ruby blinked, confused about that last part.
"Don't worry about it." Franklin told her, waving her question off.
"As for what happened…" Yang mused, looking at the club. "It's… a long story." She sighed.
(A few days later)
-Streets of Vale-
On the streets of Vale at night, a figure that Yang had seen at the bar–that being notorious criminal mastermind Roman Torchwick–strode down the street whilst flanked by several goons.
His stride was composed and confident as he made his way down the road, encountering absolutely no sort of opposition from any of the bystanders who saw him, whilst he lit his cigar while walking.
After a while, he and his posse reached the dust/convenience store, From Dust till Dawn, and went inside.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a Dust store open this late at night?" The bowler hat wearing man commented.
"Please, just take my money, I won't do anything!" The shopkeeper groveled.
"Shhh shh shh, we're not here for the money, but something far more valuable than register change Lien." Roman told him before addressing his goons. "Grab the Dust. All of it." He ordered.
The men were quick to do so, but unbeknownst to them, a figure towards the back of the store basically heard the whole conversation.
Said figure had his back turned to the group while he listened to music on a pair of God of War earbuds, but was listening to them thanks to a secondary feature–the fact that he had white furred Wolf ears.
'So it's time, huh?' The boy mused mentally as he smirked a bit. 'See you at Beacon, boys.' He added as he popped his neck.
It soon became clear that the figure was tall, possibly being as tall as Yang but not as tall as Franklin, he had a similarly muscular build to the patchwork boy–but was far less robust and lore lean muscle–like if Franklin was a bear he was–fittingly–a wolf. The boy also had scarring around the forearms in the form of chains that were visible as his sleeves were rolled up, as well as icy blue eyes, short white hair and the aforementioned Wolf ears.
Attire wise, he had a black shirt under a brown leather jacket, brown combat jeans and black combat boots.
The jacket itself was a bomber jacket that had a wool collar, ribbed cuffs and waistband, as well as a tigentening collar buckle. On the jacket's back was a symbol of some sort
He also had some weapon holsters on his torso, one in the shape of a serpent and the other in the shape of an Omega symbol. These held his weapons: Skol, Hati and Garm.
Skol and Hati were a pair of short swords styled after the blades of chaos, but with Wolf (Gold and Silver) head guards rather than demonic faces. They also have white handles with a gold pommel in the shape of either the sun or moon, as well as nordic runes carved into the blades inscribing their names. Lastly, they are infused with fire and attached to the arms by chains. While Garm was a Battle Ax that has a special feature that allows it to return to the hand when thrown, is infused with ice and similar runes, and has an oak handle with a skeletal wolf pommel.
As you might have guessed, this was Fin's reincarnated form–Fenrir Rubedo–Which was fitting because he was of Norse descent before as well and always loved the wolf Fenrir.
After he was reborn–Fen was born into the Rubedo family with several siblings in the kingdom of Mistral, specifically the Fiskaran (Remnant's version of vikings, which made him suspect they weren't in the cannon show) culture rich city of Argus.
And he set himself apart by proving to be one of a truly ravenous appetite and unmatched strength rivaled only by his brother Jordan (or by his Fiskaran Name, Jormungandr) and being able to eat at least 7 meals a day {1st Breakfast, 2nd Breakfast, Elevensies, Lunch, Afternoon tea, Dinner and Supper}–Hobbit style–as well as drink ungodly amounts of Alcohol–typically mead or ale.
The only thing that matched his appetite was his aforementioned combat prowess. He could take on a horde of Grimm, their alpha, two ancients and still go for more.
But that's a story for another day.
As he continued to ignore the robbery, he noticed that a girl in a red hood was doing the same–but couldn't hear them like he could. And what was more–he recognized this girl.
'Ruby?! Okay, time to help her out.' He thought, getting ready for what was coming.
It was then that one of the goons started walking towards him. Big mistake, Fenrir thought, as he could hear the bumbling idiot coming for him right from the first. And fittingly–The Vengeful Spartan started playing.
Well, you know what they say about boss music…
When it plays, someone's gonna die.
When the thug was within his reach, Fenrir whipped around and grabbed him by the face, before he took and slammed the man into a supply tube of Wood Dust [A type of natural occurring dust common in groves, forests and swamps, has various Wood Style-like applications]–mouth first–and grabbed the dispenser handle.
"Open wide." The wolf faunus snarled as he pulled the lever, causing the goon to swallow some of the dust.
Then he let the hapless idiot go, and watched as he convulsed before a jagged wooden tree sprouted from him, not unlike the Tormentors in Destiny 2. No way he survived that.
"Well, cross that off my bucket list." He grinned, right as Ruby kicked a goon through the window after the sudden visceral display distracted him. "Nice kick." The wolf boy told the girl.
"Did you have to kill that guy like that?" The reaper asked, looking rather queasy at the brutal kill for understandable reasons.
"Dude was trying to rob me. He had it coming." The faunus responded as he walked towards her, dwarfing her in height despite them being the same age. "Man, those are some gorgeous eyes you got." He noted, right as Torchwick and the rest of the goons took notice.
"F-Focus on the thugs!" Ruby shot back with a blush before she shook her head.
"... Get 'em." Roman ordered after a beat passed, prompting his thugs to charge forward.
Yawning, Fenrir then reached back and pulled out his swords. "Can't believe I'm missing dinner for this…" He sighed as he started walking forward–before sparta kicking one goon into a wall, dodging another–grabbing his arm–pulling him in and face slamming him with his own skull, before using him to bat another guy out of the window.
Then he swung his blades at the last thug that remained inside the store, latching onto him with his swords before he spun him around a few times–whipped him into the air–and finished it off by hooking him again and slamming him into the ground.
Ruby, meanwhile, was having a similarly easy time with the last few goons who were outside.
She easily took them out in non-lethal ways ranging from her kicking them with enough force to knock them out to smashing them into the ground with her scythe.
Fenrir smirked as he leapt out the window and next to her, sheathing his swords and pulling out his ax, Garm.
"Nicely done." He told her.
"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself…?" The silver eyed girl said before trailing off.
"Fenrir." The wolf faunus replied.
"Ruby." The cloaked girl nodded back, Roman stepping outside.
"You were all worth every cent, truly you were." He mused, looking at the two teens.
What ensued next was swift and fairly dead even fight, not because Roman wasn't particularly very skilled as a fighter or anything–in fact he had Ruby on the back foot pretty much the entire time–but it was because Fenrir was keeping him at bay due to his Ax's frost capabilities and its apparent ability to return to his hand when thrown.
Roman then attempted to punch the boy, only for him to catch it–right as his stomach started growling…
"So hungry." The wolf boy snared as he suddenly started glowing and growing in size, forcing Roman onto his knees as he grew to be just taller than him. "... Hunger." He snarled, his breath becoming visible in the cool night air.
Then Roman managed to shove the ravenous boy back and get back to his feet.
"Who wants snacks?" The redhead quipped before he reached into one of the cases he had on him and pulled a red Dust crystal. "Answer? You do!" He exclaimed before shoving it into Fenrir's mouth–and jumping back before shooting at it with his cane's gun function.
Ruby's eyes widened as she braced for the blast, but failed to see someone get in the way and make Fenrir spit out the crystal and stop the resulting blast from reaching them.
When they realized they hadn't been blown off their feet, they looked and saw who stopped it.
Looking, they saw that it was a voluptuous and quite buxom woman with blonde hair and green eyes behind a pair of glasses. She was wearing a white blouse with a black skirt, black stockings and high heels with a cape that looked like it was made to look deliberately torn. In her hands was a riding crop of all things.
Ruby could only stare at the woman in shock while Fenrir seemed to turn pale as he returned to his normal size–and fell to his knees–clutching his moaning and groaning stomach as it roared in protest for lack of sustenance.
"So… Hungry." He muttered, whining in discomfort while his ears drooped.
"Don't worry, we'll get you something to eat soon." Ruby told him comfortingly as she patted his head and ruffled his hair. "There there…" She smiled as the woman from before walked up to them.
"I'm going to have to ask you both to come with me." She told them with a stern glare.
(Later)
After the woman said this, the two were then put into a police interrogation room, with Fenrir finally getting something to eat in the form of some Fiskaran venison jerky, but from the way he was gnawing at it showed that it was satisfying him because it was taking longer to eat–not filling him up.
"You two are in serious trouble! Do you even realize the dangers of both of your actions tonight?!" The woman questioned as she paced around the table.
"Uh…" Ruby uttered while the wolf faunus only paused in his gnawing momentarily to look at the woman–before returning to said actions–growling and snarling like a dog that was given a favorite chewing treat.
"If it were up to me, you'd both be sent home with a pat on the back…" The blonde trailed off as Ruby looked hopeful. "... And a slap on the wrist." She finished as she smacked her riding crop on the table, causing Ruby to let out an 'eek' as she recoiled.
Fenrir, on the other hand, didn't seem to even react—his mind too preoccupied with the jerky he was finally able to start chewing—his mouth becoming wet with saliva at the taste.
"Hard to feel sorry on an empty stomach." He sighed, chomping on another piece of jerky.
"Don't you get three meals at home?" The woman sighed in exasperation.
"Three? Don't be ridiculous! Three meals isn't nearly enough! I typically have seven meals a day!" The boy howled in laughter.
"Seven?!" Ruby gawked in disbelief.
"Yep. First breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, lunch, afternoon coffee or tea, supper, and dinner—with a few snacks or desserts inbetween." He told her.
The cloaked girl could only continue gawking at him, unable to believe that her new friend was such a glutton… In fact, how in the fuck was he not fat?!
"How…?" Ruby questioned.
"Oh, I have an extraordinarily high metabolism." The wolf Faunus replied.
"Somehow, that explains everything." The woman facepalmed. "Anyway, there is someone who would like to speak with you both." She added before a new face stepped into the room.
He was a man with gray hair, round crooked bridged glasses, green eyes and was dressed in either black or green.
He sat down opposite the kids and sat a plate of cookies—chocolate chip specifically—and coffee in front of them.
There was a moment of pause before Ruby ate one of the cookies… Before she started eating the rest of them, Fenrir taking at least six before she could get to them.
"And you call me a glutton." He remarked, munching on one such cookie while drinking the offered coffee.
"Ruby Rose. You… Have silver eyes." He noted more to himself, much to the confusion of both teens before he shrugged. "Care to shine some light on how you learned how to fight like this?" He asked, showing footage of her fighting on his scroll.
"Oh, I was taught at Signal." The girl replied.
"They taught you to use one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed?" The man asked incredulously.
"Well, one teacher in particular." The girl corrected. "I think you know who." She added, knowing that this man's position had to let him be aware of a lot of key people.
"There's only one person I know who uses a scythe—A dusty old crow." The man mused.
"That's my uncle." Ruby nodded, causing Fenrir to do a spit take.
"That drunkard's your uncle?!" The wolf Faunus coughed, tapping his chest. Yeah, he already knew this, but after having actually gotten to know Qrow through his family, it still shocked him.
"Wait, you met my uncle?!" Ruby gasped in surprise as she looked at the wolf boy.
"He's a friend of my dad, he actually got me into a drinking contest when I was legal age to drink." The boy explained.
The drinking age in Remnant depended on kingdom and district, and in Argus—due to its high density of people of Fiskaran descent—the legal age was 14 with supervision and 15 without supervision.
"I suppose I should've expected that." Ozpin mused before he brought up footage of Fenrir's fighting. "But who taught you how to use such weapons?" He questioned.
"Self taught." The wolf Faunus replied. Correction: Muscle memory from playing too much GoW.
"How is your father these days, Fenrir?" The man asked. "Is Loki still up to his old tricks?" He questioned.
"Yeah, pretty much. He'll pull whatever trick he can think of." The wolf boy chuckled in reply.
"Huh?" Ruby questioned.
"Long story." The boy told her.
"You two know who I am, correct?" The headmaster questioned.
'Yeah, a big fat liar.' Fenrir thought to himself, and let Ruby speak.
"You're Professor Ozpin, Beacon's Headmaster." The scythe user replied simply.
"Do you two wish to join my school?" He questioned.
"Well, it has crossed my mind…" Fenrir admitted, rolling his eyes in a bit of noncommittal coolness.
"More than anything." Ruby admitted as well, sounding more invested in the whole thing. "I've always wanted to be a Huntress." She added.
"Well then, I think I can have that arranged." Ozpin nodded.
This made Ruby's face light up while Fenrir just smirked a bit.
Rumble
"… Urg, I really need something to eat..:" Wolf boy groaned.
(About a week later)
-Airship heading for Beacon-
On an air ship headed to beacon, Ruby's happy expression turned to a nervous one as Yang hugged her tightly while Franklin and Fenrir fist bumped each other.
"So ya made it too, eh?" The patchwork themed teen smirked.
"You know it." The wolf boy replied with a nod and a smirk of his own.
"Oh I can't believe my little sister's going to Beacon with me! This is the best day ever!" Yang cheered.
"Please stop!" Ruby whined.
"Why? This is the best thing ever!" Yang exclaimed happily. "When you get to Beacon, you're going to be the bee's knees!" She added with a smile.
"I don't want to be the bee's knees! I don't want to be any kind of knees! I just want to be a normal girl with normal knees." The silver eyed girl told her sister before Fenrir suddenly hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her head.
"Tired…" He sighed.
"How are you tired already?" Ruby chuckled.
"Is this normal, or…?" Franklin asked.
"Oh those two totally have it bad for each other." The blonde whispered.
"Huh?" He questioned before his brain finally processed what she was saying. "Ohhhhh, right—yeah, I can tell." The patchwork themed boy smirked.
Ruby, meanwhile, couldn't stop blushing at the fact that Fenrir was cuddling her like a teddy bear—as she wasn't sure how she should feel about it.
Then she got distracted by the scenery outside the window.
"Oh wow, look at the view!" She squealed in delight as she rushed to the window… With Fenrir still maintaining his grip on her.
"Yeah, it's definitely nice." Yang nodded, right as a blonde boy started looking like he was about to puke. "Well, guess it's not for everyone." She hummed.
"We should probably move away unless we want him to puke all over us." Franklin pointed out, somehow managing to jolt Fenrir awake again with his words.
"Oh hell nah! He ain't puking on me!" He yelped as he dragged Ruby out of the line of fire, so to speak.
As the kids settled away from the puking boy, Ruby noticed her home, Patch, as it became visible below.
"Guess home won't be so far after all…" The girl mused, her wolf Faunus friend squeezing her tighter and hummed in contentment.
"Except Beacon is our home now." Yang told her little sister.
"Though I'm not sure dad'll like us being alone with two boys our ages…" Ruby said with a blush as Fenrir leaned forward more—and caused himself to fall on top of her, snoring and snuggling her in his sleep.
Yang, for her part, looked torn between prying Fenrir from his sister and taking a picture. She chose the latter, whipping out her scroll and immortalizing the moment.
"Yang!" Ruby whined in embarrassment, before she looked at the boy who was hugging her. "… Oh okay." She sighed, hugging him back.
"Okay, now that's adorable." Franklin chuckled.
It was then that the boy from earlier puked, and as he did—a red clad Bat Faunus started running away like a, well, bat out of Hell to get away from the splash zone.
"Whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop!" He whooped as he ran before activating his semblance—turning himself into bats—to further get away. "Gangwaaaay!" The boy yelled as he flew towards them.
"What the–?!" Yang yelped as she got out of the way of the bats and watched them reform into the new face of the group. "Getting away from vomit boy?" She asked.
"You don't need me to answer that." The red clad teen replied.
"Nice to see that someone else makes red look good." Ruby smiled, giving the bat faunus a thumbs up, and getting one in return.
"Hey Jon." Fenrir yawned as he sat up, seeing the rune Aether mentioned and recognizing his friend's voice.
"Huh? Oh, hey, Fin." The bat boy replied casually. "Frankie. Good to see ya." He nodded.
"You guys know each other?" Ruby asked.
"We got in touch with each other online." Fenrir explained. "Been talkin' ever since." He added.
This was a lie, of course, but it was a believable lie.
"Urgh, anyone seen the fourth of our group?" John asked with a groan, rubbing his head.
"He's probably somewhere else on the ship. We'll probably see him after we land." The wolf boy shrugged, still refusing to let go of Ruby.
"You know what they're talking about?" Ruby asked, getting a shrug from Yang as the ship kept flying…
ThermalsniperN7: Okay, first time with a reincarnation/isekai story. Let's see how this venture goes. We have a quartet of friends from Earth who die in an accident, meet the Two Brothers and choose to go to Remnant. One is a human, the second is a vampire bat faunus that acts like Abridged Alucard, the third is a God of War themed wolf faunus and the fourth is a scarab beetle faunus with an Assassin's Creed motif. Please let us know how this is for you guys.
Dragon Emperor0: In case you can't already tell, these guys are also based off of some famous Halloween monsters: Frankenstein's Monster, a Vampire, a Werewolf and a mummy. Meet Team MNSR (Monster).
ThermalsniperN7: To further add a twist on things, cryptids from Earth will end up in Remnant the same way random stuff is transported between dimensions like in Familiar of Zero. I want to really put the cast of RWBY to the test and see how they handle monsters not of their world. It'll also spice things up nice and good.
Dragon Emperor0: Also, as you might have guessed, we're basing this story on Fixing RWBY. I may not like the community surrounding the series due to them not sharing my views—but—good content is good content. So I'm still using it. Anyway, the ships should be fairly easy to spot: Team MNSR x Team RWBY. Pretty easy, pretty simple. May alter different ships/genders of characters to fit our story purposes—but that'll come later.
ThermalsniperN7: Indeed. Anyway, like we said, this is our first story in this particular story type, so be as helpful as you guys can. Anyway, see you next time.