Guest: :Ha! Oh god.
I gotta admit when I saw the title, I thought youd put an actual puma in there, not do the reference to the warthog but this works. Chapter felt a little rushed to me, and as much as I love a little Jaune torture, it felt like you just slapped it in there for filler.
It's still frikkin hilarious though.
Anywayyyyy, I suggest Genlock references! Nothing big, I just like the show.
I can't wait for next chapter! I hope we finally get to the actual canon plot, can't wait for the twisted s*** that comes. You need any help don't be afraid to ask.

NeoNazo356: Glad you liked the chapter, and more than that, that you don't get all butt-hurt over a little torment. Contextually, Chapter 7 was meant to go somewhere at the end of Chapter 6, but I felt like it would've detracted from the narrative of "RA", so I decided to keep it separate. As for gen:LOCK... I'll look into it, but since Remnant's robotics technology is severely behind gen:LOCK's version of Earth, any references won't be 1:1, meaning no Vanguard, no Union, and most-importantly, no Mindframe or Holon technology. The "Aura Transmission" tech that Ozpin uses at the end of Volume 3 on Amber and Pyrrha is contextually a step in the right direction, but we're talking the difference between a Soul and a "decanted human mind", the latter of which would be easier to "contain" in hardware.
As for the Canon... The Timeskip that separates the end of Jaunedice from "Black and White" and "The Stray" will largely be filled in by New World, so while we won't be tackling Volumes 4-6 any time soon, elements of future arcs will be incorporated, but with major changes to the end of Volume 3 as I'd explained before.

Greywing44: Ahh my email made me go out of order!
Gaige I can see as a teacher since she has a crazy iq. Or a student hunter who's weapon is regular guns and deathtrap. Axton is her father and rival oF Roland due to their similar fighting styles.
Zero, high profile assassin and bro of Jack during his white fang days. Jack thinks his hikus are cool.
Salvador...Obviously a merc like he usually is. And crazy durable. Like can take a punch from Tsunade and get up without a scratch.
If you wanna know more, Pm me! Gotta go bye!

NeoNazo356: Gaige is presently too young to be a teacher, but I might have her make an appearance during the Vytal Festival. Not necessarily in the festival, but Atlas has a huge hard-on for robots, so Gaige's tech might get her some clout; especially since money can't buy talent, at least not in Atlas as I interpret it. As for Axton, if anything, he'd still be a mercenary for the Dahl company.
Zer0 I could easily see being an assassin that Jack had met once or twice, and while Jack might not be annoyed by the haiku, I feel he'd be more-able to "tolerate" them in the ways that most "philistines" cannot due to the "cooling off" he did in Remnant-356's iteration of Skyrim.
Salvador I could definitely see being a Merc, though tanking a punch from someone like Tsunade I have a hard time believing, since power scales differently between Borderlands and Naruto.

KitsuneDragon: Well Brick is an endearing guy, I'll admit. Funny with having the F grade legitimately burn Weiss on contact and the imagery with Yang trying to punch Brick but was being held back by a hand on the hand. Classic.
A bit of confusion on where you had Brick "hide his second fist in the shadow of the first" when he punched Yang. That doesn't really make much sense from a technique nor an imagery point of view. That sort of description implies that one of Bricks arms was directly underneath the other and when doing a two punch combo, that's literally impossible.

NeoNazo356: Brick might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but yeah, I always had a lot of fun around him in BL2. As for Weiss' face-burning, that in of itself is a reference from the 90s because I was feeling nostalgic about the good old days. As for Yang's situation, I thought back to that one scene in Rush Hour 3 where Carter was fighting that "too damn big" Chinaman, and yeah, that was the kind of vibe I was going for.
As for Brike hiding his second fist "in the shadow of the first", it was meant as a metaphor. Brick's arms are so large that if you're even remotely focused on the "one", the "two" of the "one, two" can be easily overlooked. If anything, Brick's arm "obstructed the view" of the other.

skinnydude911: I thought for sure we would've had a good Puma Warthog RVB joke in this, but I'm gladly wrong there. This story is getting very good man, keep up the good work.
Also forgot to leave a review last chapter... you sneaky son of a b#tch... those "antiques" in Vincent's room, those were Shen Gon Wu from Xiaolin Showdown. Bravo man
I'm also quite surprised by the fact that for the new teachers, one of them WASN'T a Faunus.

NeoNazo356: Well, Jaune was more-focused on Jack than the car. Maybe next time.
Glad you caught the references. A while back I re-watched Xiaolin Showdown and felt really nostalgic about it; not the weird-ass French not-a-sequel-not-quite-a-reboot version, I mean the original that I grew up watching on Saturday mornings as a kid. What'd you think of the lineup?
As for the teachers, the opportunity didn't come up. Making Dr. Stein, Lilith, Roland, or Brick, Faunus in this iteration to "diversify" the cast felt a little needless, so I opted not to do so. There will be more Faunus in the cast, some of the OCs and others Cameos, so there's that. I hope to further expand upon the interpersonal relations between Humans and Faunus that I laid out the groundwork for in the sequel.

Blaze1992: I have now found a new hazing/prank to plan in real life now just to find the right target "cough" I mean volunteer.

NeoNazo356: Just make sure the "volunteer" is sturdy. That or use a bungee able.

Anyway, stoked for all the fanmail last-chapter, but I think it's time we moved things along.

P.S.
Be sure to give KegiSpringfield's page on DeviantArt a look, because a new piece of Giant-Slayer fanart has been completed, for those of you who have or haven't read Giant-Slayer Chapter 56: THE LOST CHAPTER.

*NEW WORLD*

"Alright, Vincent, our tour yesterday got cut short because the cafeteria staff needed an extra pair of hands, but now that we're both free, I'd like to complete your tour of Beacon so you know how to navigate the school grounds in the future," Glynda said curtly after a simple breakfast.

"Yes, ma'am!" Vincent replied chipperly, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed.

"But first…" the woman said regarding him with a critical eye. "We have to do something about those clothes?"

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Vincent asked tugging at the corners of his apron.

"You look like you crawled out from behind the counter of a drug store," Glynda said drly.

"From Dust 'til Dawn doesn't sell drugs, we sell over-the-counter pharmaceuticals," Vincent argued matter-of-factly.

"They're the same thing."

"Really?"

"Yes. Really."

"Ooooh…"

"As I was saying…" the woman said adjusting her glasses. "First thing's first, we're going to get you an entirely new wardrobe. Whenever you aren't doing work that requires a fixed uniform, I expect you to carry yourself with a certain amount of class, so that means no T-Shirts, no jeans, no sneakers."

"But that's all I have!"

"A mistake I very much intend to remedy," Glynda said as she led the teen along.

*NEW WORLD*

While Beacon Academy had a school store where students could purchase school supplies, and was even in the process of constructing a Just Rite convenience store along the main road for those coming and going, most students preferred going into Vale proper to make their bulk purchases.

However, when the need literally could not wait, Beacon did have a clothing store on school grounds. Most of their stock were the various uniforms required of the different courses, but they also had formal suits, tuxedos, and so-on for whatever consumer was aiming to show off a bit of class, dress nicely for an important presentation, or dress up for an important rendezvous. The wares were a bit more-expensive than the prices in town, but when you consider the cost of a two-way trip by airship or even shuttle, at times it actually was more cost-efficient to shop there, and more-convenient too.

Of course, this wasn't just any on-campus clothing store; this one had a long and storied history.

After the Valian King's castle grounds had been converted into the first Hunter Academy, the various guilds at the time began snatching up land for facilities as-quickly as they could, since the sudden inclusion of the common people into new and untapped markets created a sudden surplus of consumers. One such store was founded by the Tailor's Guild, and had been a fixture of Beacon grounds ever since.

Because of this, the store didn't so much have a name as it did a wooden sign hanging perpendicular above the door, stylized into the upper half of a finely-made suit; a throwback to the time when not-everyone was literate and stores used pictograms to advertise. The building itself had been added-upon once or twice a generation to keep up with supply and demand, as well as accommodate advances in technology like running water and electricity, but because the stone masons and architects took such pride in their craft wherever they could, you could hardly tell what parts of the building were new and which were old.

In recent years of course, those aiming to become fashion designers or otherwise get into the clothing industry would put in time working at aforementioned store to get their feet wet; the best of the best could even put their product on sale and get their name out there prior to graduation. With the Vytal Festival only a few months away, the best and brightest clothes-makers were vying for shelf space and the much-coveted window displays to get their names out on an international scale.

Most-famously, "the store with no name" colloquially referred to as "Threads" from generation to generation once slang became a thing, catered to the most-eccentric, and sometimes most-bizarre commissions that budding Huntsmen and Huntresses would press forward, since one's success in the job market was entirely dependent on how much one could "stand apart" from the crowd when it came time to hand-pick Huntsmen for a high-profile job.

Hence, why so many Hunters wore strange and flamboyant eye-catching attire even when simpler clothes would suffice for the job at hand.

The reason Glynda chose to take Vincent here of all places, other than the convenience of not having to make a two-way trip by shuttle, was because it was where she'd gotten her own clothes tailor-made when she was the boy's own age, and was presently attempting to instill in him an appreciation for fine clothing. His admittance onto Beacon's staff had Ozpin's fingerprints all over it, meaning the boy represented Ozpin in all he said and did, so he had to dress the part.

It had absolutely nothing to do with wanting to get him out of what she thought were dreadfully pedestrian clothes.

Upon entering the establishment, Vincent's mismatched eyes went wide with shock and awe as he beheld the bountiful amount of clothing on display around him, so many colors, types, and styles on display his mind was awhirl with stunned bewilderment.

'That child-like innocence of his is actually pretty adorable,' Glynda chuckled to herself, a bit of mirth in her expression before letting out a tired sigh. "Too bad he has to grow up so fast."

"Glynda, darling, it's been far too long~" a voice long-familiar to the woman cooed. "You hardly come around anymore…"

"My apologies, my schedule's been hectic until just-now," Glynda apologized to the pouting woman.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm not really angry or anything~ Friends forgive each other!" the woman replied happily as she came around the corner. "Oh? And who's this handsome young man?" she asked as she laid eyes on Glynda's tagalong.

"This is Vincent, a new hire at Beacon that Ozpin has taken a vested interest in; for some reason," she muttered under her breath. "Vincent, this is Elisa Anderson, a friend of mine from my school days and the current proprietor of this shop."

"Nice to meet you!" Vincent replied with a broad smile.

"Oh my, aren't you an energetic young man," the woman chuckled, the odd-eyed teen's energy practically contagious.

She was close to Glynda's age with bright blue eyes and blond almost-white waist-length hair in a Victorian "Ringlets & Roses" style with a fringe of hair over her forehead. Her attire consisted of a tight-fitting blue sleeveless blouse with a high collar that showed off her hourglass figure, a billowing dark-blue skirt with feathery edges and feather-like designs split down the middle, a two-layered white ruffled skirt underneath, and black stockings into matching high heels. Add the feathery white shawl draped over her arms, and she gave off a graceful swan-like vibe.

"So, how can I help you two?"

"Vincent is in need of some new clothes," Glynda said curtly. "His current wardrobe is severely… lacking."

"Hm, I see what you mean," Elisa hummed as she tugged at a corner of his apron. "Don't worry, you came to just the right place," she said drawing a measuring tape from her pocket and running quick, practiced measurements before noting them all down. "So, what did you have in mind for him?" she asked turning to Glynda, notepad in hand.

"Something a little more respectable, for starters," Glynda said glancing down at the teen's measurements before whipping out her riding crop. Flitting the end through the air like a conductor before an orchestra, Vincent's body glowed purple and was moved swiftly into one of the changing rooms, followed by various articles of clothing from across the store. The last thing to be moved with the woman's Semblance was the curtain, obscuring him from view.

"Weren't you always on my case about 'frivolous misuse' of my Semblance?" Elisa questioned with a raised brow, gathering together some essentials of her own.

"I just want to get Vincent's orientation done as-quickly as possible. I am not pleased with Ozpin foisting his next project onto me," the woman sighed, deflecting the question.

"I've been meaning to ask, what is it with Ozpin's weird tendency to take in strays?" the woman questioned. "When a fifteen-year-old fresh out of Combat School and two years short of fully 'ripening' gets admitted into the Hunter course, people tend to notice."

"The man has influence, and tenure, and isn't afraid to take advantage of it," Glynda answered. "Just like some people I know…" she groaned as a screw-headed psychopath cackled madly in the back of her head. "Vincent, are you finished yet?" she asked, unconsciously tapping her foot. "We still have a lot more ground to cover before the day is through, and I don't appreciate delays."

"Give me another minute, please. This suit has a lot of buttons on it," Vincent said from behind the curtain.

"Well, just try to be out of there in a timely fashion," the woman sighed.

One Minute Later...

*Tweet* "Well don't you clean up well?" Elisa whistled as Vincent stepped out of the changing booth.

"You really think so?" Vincent asked giving himself a once-over, flattening the creases before presenting himself to the two for inspection. His attire at present consisted of a black deep-collared vest with green trim on the collar and brass buttons, worn above an old-fashioned dress shirt with tied sleeves, a black/green tie, creased black pants, and dark gray horse riding boots.

"You know, all he needs now is a cape and a riding crop, and he could be your son," Elisa chuckled glancing Glynda's way, the woman looking down at her own attire before flushing. "Wait… is that what you're going for?" she asked, her eyes crinkling in amusement.

"N-No, of course not, I just want him to be more respectable is all," Glynda asserted.

"Sure you do," Elisa chuckled, pushing the two together before snapping a picture on her Scroll. "Yep. The two of you definitely look like mother and child," she said holding the picture up, showing the two standing shoulder to shoulder in their matching outfits. "Oh, Glynda, I just knew you'd make a great mom someday!"

"That is not why I did this," Glynda flushed as she shoved the teen back into the changing room before panickingly burying him under an avalanche of now-random articles. "I must've subconsciously chosen it for him because it's what I'm always comfortable wearing."

"At least you didn't squeeze him into a pencil skirt. He's cute and all, but he doesn't have the figure for it," the other blond chuckled. "I really mean it, though, I always knew you'd make for a great mom. Your students might not see it, but you have a very caring, nurturing side of you."

"Why is everyone so-fixated on this idea that I'm like the boy's mother? First Ozpin, now you. Who's next? Who else thinks that?"

"Oh don't get so bent out of shape about it," the woman said waving her hand. "Even if you don't see yourself as a mother, the boy feels really safe around you. At least if what the rumor mill is saying is true."

"I only showed him around for half a day."

"Yes, and you two got along like peanut butter and chocolate," the woman chuckled. "Based on what I've heard about the boy, he's in desperate need of some guidance after what happened to him," she said glancing over to the occupied changing booth. "What he needs right now, more than anything, is a firm, but kind, guiding hand."

"I don't need to be a mother to give him that kind of guidance."

"Maybe not, but it couldn't hurt either," Elisa chuckled. "After all, weren't you the one who gave him his name back?"

'OZZPIIIIIIN!' Glynda raged internally, realizing what the man had let slip in some roundabout attempt of forcing her and her current charge closer together. "I didn't intend to ease his lost memories out."

"Maybe you didn't intend to, but after the way he imprinted on you, I think you're stuck with him~"

"You aren't going to let me live this down, are you?"

"After taking this picture? Not on your life," the woman chuckled holding up her Scroll, only for Glynda to snatch it away. Before the woman could delete it however, her body suddenly locked up, her clothes tightening around her frame before her arm was held back out, forced to return the Scroll back to its original owner. "Sorry, Glynda, but I'll just hold on to this," she chuckled, the threads from her free hand coming free of Glynda's attire and releasing her.

"You know, if you applied your talents to pushing back the darkness, you'd be quite terrifying," Glynda said straightening her clothes.

"Maybe, but Grimm don't wear clothes, so I think I'll stay right here," Elisa chuckled with crossed arms.

"Um… I hate to interrupt you two, but there's women's clothes in here too… Do you want me to try them on?" Vincent asked poking his head out the curtain.

"N-No," Glynda said embarrassingly as she wrenched the curtain open and began returning articles to their places across the store.

"So, how many outfits can I expect to send out, today?" Elisa asked, turning her attention back to her notepad.

"Enough to last a week would be appreciated. As well as week's worth of some… trendier clothes for his time outside of work," the woman groused. Nice clothes were nice and all, but you couldn't wear them all the time or they'd get worn out.

"But I don't have any money, and these clothes look expensive," Vincent interjected.

"We'll charge this to Ozpin's account," Glynda said with a tiny smirk on her face.

Petty revenge was still revenge.

"Right away, Glynda," Elisa chuckled. "I'll have it sent to your dorm, your old clothes as well."

*NEW WORLD*

"While I'm glad you can carry yourself with a bit more class, I'm not sure I appreciate all the extra… attention you're now receiving," Glynda said as they walked through Beacon grounds, the female passerby casting the white-haired teen with appreciative glances.

"What do you mean?" Vincent asked with a tilt of his head, seemingly oblivious to the looks he was receiving.

No longer clad like a convenience store worker, he cut a pretty impressive figure now that he "cleaned up". A fact that the females of his age group made little effort to hide as they eyed him up and down.

"I'll tell you later," the woman sighed, dreading to have that kind of talk with someone old-enough to be her own child. "For the time being, I'm going to introduce you to some of my associates. Whenever I'm not available, I hope you'll turn to them for guidance."

"Okey-dokey, lead the way!" Vincent chirped happily, Glynda's expression softening at his exuberance as she led him towards the office of one Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck, who now-free of his first-term teaching obligations had returned to his own work until called-upon.

*NEW WORLD*

The walls of Dr. Oobleck's personal office looked much like the chalkboard of his classroom; maps covered in notes with "conspiracy board" threads linking places and events together. On large shelves running from floor to ceiling were a number of artifacts from all over the world, some relatively pristine, some restored, others so-aged you could scarcely tell what they were anymore. On a work bench were clay artifacts still in the process of being restored, a number of history texts laid out next to it so said restoration could be done with period-accurate materials, tools, and techniques. Nestled in the corner of the room was a small chalkboard and bench so the man could make one-on-one presentations.

In short, it looked and smelled exactly what a history/archaeology professor's office was expected to look and smell like.

"Hmmm… From what you've told me, the boy's condition to be an extremely severe case of retrograde amnesia. In fact, this seems to be the most-sever case of the disease I've borne witness to, yes!" Dr. Oobleck noted as he was brought up to speed about Vincent's condition.

"Yes, which is why I'd appreciate you watching over him whenever I am unable," Glynda returned. "Assuming you aren't occupied with your own obligations, that is."

"Ah, yes, of course. Anything for a fellow colleague," Dr. Oobleck replied. "I am always happy to nurture young minds."

Before Glynda could offer her thanks, the woman's Scroll vibrated. Looking down into the message, the blond let out a tired sigh.

"It looks like you'll need to watch him for me sooner than I'd anticipated," she sighed. "Would you excuse me for a moment? It seems a couple of the third-years are getting rowdy for one reason or another," she asked as she made her way out. "Vincent, wait here until I return. We'll continue your tour when I get back."

"Got it! I'll stay right here!" Vincent replied exuberantly, the woman nodding before turning her attention to the green-haired doctor.

"I assume leaving him in your care won't be a mistake?"

"Of course not. I would never do anything to damage an impressionable young mind in need of nurturing," Dr. Oobleck replied, sounding almost offended at her insinuation.

"I'll take your word for it."

And with that, the woman was gone.

"So…" Dr. Oobleck hummed, unused to babysitting outside his role as a teacher. "Any inquiries you wish to inquire? Any quandaries you wish to question? Anything small you wish to talk?"

"Hmmm… Well…" Vincent hummed nervously. "Lately I've been getting this weird quivering feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I'm around pretty girls, and I get kinda sweaty. Is there a reason for that?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

The glint that shone on the doctor's glasses would've sent those familiar with the man's eccentricities running for the hills.

*NEW WORLD*

As it turned out, all that was needed to diffuse the altercation between third-years was merely to show up. As powerful as students got toward their final years, they all still paled in comparison to a tried-and-true Huntress who had chosen to become an instructor.

Suffice it to say, sometimes the best form of intervention was none at all.

As she made her way back to where she'd left Vincent, the woman couldn't help but worry about her young charge.

"I just hope Bart hasn't said anything weird to him while I was away," Glynda hummed, hoping she didn't make a mistake by leaving Vincent alone with him.

The man's eccentricities were almost legendary, though given how high-stress an archaeological dig could be when a Grimm attack could occur at any moment, or just how-dangerous being a Huntsman in general was, a little eccentricity was a given.

Slowly opening the door to the man's office, the woman's hopes were sufficiently dashed, her worst fears realized.

"And now onto the next marvel of the female body: the clitoris!" Dr. Oobleck said enthusiastically, snapping a pointer at a detailed drawing of the female reproduction system he'd put up on the chalkboard, Vincent eagerly taking notes as wide innocent eyes soaked in every detail.

"No no NONONONONO!" Glynda yelped as she zipped into the room, grabbed Vincent by the scruff of his neck, and bolted down the hall before the man could say anymore.

*NEW WORLD*

"Hey, why'd you interrupt? I wasn't finished yet," Vincent whined once he was set down on his own two feet.

'I'm going to chalk it up to the amnesia,' Glynda thought in regards to how Vincent could say that with a completely straight face. "Vincent, for the time being, I don't want you to be alone with Dr. Oobleck anymore. The man's a bad influence."

"But he seemed like such a nice guy."

"Someone being a 'nice guy' doesn't mean they can't still be a bad influence," Glynda corrected. 'If I let him get The Talk from anyone else, who knows what kind of nonsense his mind could be filled with?' Glynda said to herself, wondering what kind of deranged nutball Vincent might turn into if someone like Dr. Oobleck, or god forbid Professor Port, were the ones to educate him on matters concerning the opposite gender.

And don't even get her started on Dr. Stein. If Vincent received his sexual education from that man, he might regard sex the same way one regards a science experiment.

'I hope Marie is available. I can't trust anyone else to preserve the boy's sanity,' Glynda thought. Marie always did have a healing, soothing effect on those in her proximity.

Since the boy's memories, or lack-thereof, made him as blank a slate as one could be, it was important that she prevent him from being "dyed" in anyone's image other than his own.

"You seem awfully moody today. Are you on your menstrual cycle?" Vincent asked with a completely straight face, nearly causing the older woman to fumble mid-step. "Dr. Oobleck said that was a thing that made women crabby, so I can't help but wonder-"

"A woman's period is not something you bring up in mixed company," the woman chastised, her thoughts whirling a mile an hour as she realized just how socially inept Vincent actually was when subjected to extended scrutiny. 'The moment we're done here, I'm taking him straight to Marie.'

"If you say so," Vincent shrugged.

'It'd be much easier to be mad at him if he actually knew what sass was,' Glynda thought as her Scroll buzzed once again. 'Ugh. Sometimes it feels like I'm the one running this school,' she sighed as she saw the contents. "Vincent, would you mind waiting here for me?" she asked pushing him down onto a nearby bench. "And not talk to any strangers until I get back?"

"Sure, no problem," Vincent replied with a smile.

"Good… good…" Glynda nodded, feeling some of the tension leaving her shoulders at how agreeable the impressionable young man was being. "I mean it," she said looking over her shoulder as she stepped away. "I don't want you leaving this spot until I get back."

"Don't you have an errand to run?"

' . . . Sooo much easier…' the woman sighed as she walked off, leaving the white-haired teen to his own devices.

*NEW WORLD*

Having the unique case of amnesia that he did, one of the things Vincent was not concerned with was the time he was wiling away by sitting on his ass and doing a whole lot of nothing. In a way however, this unique clarity of mind gave him the ability to appreciate his surroundings in the way that the more-cognizant could not.

Little things like the leaves rustling in the wind, the smell of flowers, the gentle clamor of people criss-crossing in front of him, the chirping of birds and the foraging of the squirrels that had become used to peoples' presence. Most of which were things he was still experiencing for the first time, despite being around eighteen; give or take.

Tapping his foot and whistling a tune to himself that echoed from the back of his mind, the blissful teen almost missed the screams were it not for the panicked students running right in front of him.

'What's happening? Is it another crazed robot attack?' Vincent thought as he snapped his head over his shoulder, seeing throngs of people fleeing from around the corner of the building. Moments later, a massive, lumbering form tumbled into view, those fleeing in its wake scattering like roaches.

The terrifying creature was massive, simian in shape and mostly jet-black with heavy bony plating on its chest and abdomen, with smaller clusters of broken plates on its arms and legs, a skull-like mask on the upper part of its face, sockets holding menacing eyes that burned like fire.

Amidst the students that scattered in the wake of the beast's guttural roars, only two stood out to the amnesiac teen, the shorter of the two helping her friend along while all others fled with only their own safety in mind. The shorter of the two was petite in stature with purple eyes and a prominent forehead, her front bangs braided and her hair split in the back with yellow ribbons. The girl being dragged along had deep violet hair covering most of her face except for a single blue eye that peeked out on occasion, the girl utterly oozing shyness.

As the two ran, the massive Grimm taking swipes with its massive arms making the panic in the air rise even more, the taller of the two girls suddenly tripped on a piece of brickwork jutting upward from the footpath they were on, her hand slipping from her friend's. Trying to get back to her feet, the shy-looking girl let out a pained yelp as she grasped her ankle, the Grimm's attention immediately drawn to her.

The shorter girl, trembling in fear as her friend scrambled out of the way of the Grimm's downward slams, desperately called out to passerby.

'Wait… Why are they all running away?' Vincent asked himself as the shorter girl pleaded for any passerby to come back with her and help her friend, only to be rebuked at every turn. After a few moments, her eyes locked with his own, and seeing him as the only one not running for the hills, she made an immediate beeline for him.

"Please! You have to help me!" the short girl pleaded of him. "That thing's just toying with her for now, but it won't be long until it goes in for the kill! She doesn't have enough Aura to handle a Grimm of that size!"

"Don't worry! I'm on it!" Vincent said shooting up from his seat, only to freeze mid-step as a certain woman's words echoed in his head.

"I mean it. I don't want you leaving this spot until I get back."

"What're you just standing there for? Aren't you going to help her!?"

" . . . Sorry, Glynda. Guess I really suck at following instructions," Vincent muttered to himself, steeling his will as he ran towards the downed girl, regardless of her previous instructions.

However, before he could take so much as two steps forward, a high-pitched whine suddenly filled his ears, muting all else as it echoed in the space between his ears.

Shaking his head and quashing the noise down, he took a third step, only for an uncomfortable heat to burn into his right temple, the space in front of him gaining a reddish hue, like looking through rose-tinted lenses.

Soldiering into a fourth step, this one seemed to be the worst of all as stars suddenly exploded behind his eyes, his limbs shooting ramrod straight like he were being tazed before he unceremoniously fell face-first into the ground and the world went black.

*NEW WORLD*

What…

What happened…?

Where am I?

Why can't I move my body?

[Auto-Repair: 99.99995%]

[Auto-Repair: 99.99996%]

[Auto-Repair: 99.99997%]

[Auto-Repair: 99.99998%]

[Auto-Repair: 99.99999%]

[Auto-Repair… Completed]

Auto-what-now?

[Handshaking Procedures… Re-Engaging]

Whose hand? Is it my hand?

[Neurological Scan… Cycling]

What, like a bicycle?

[Neurological Scan... Complete]

Am I there yet?

[Final Cognitive Assessment… Initializing]

Wouldn't the initials be "C.A."?

[Final Cognitive Assessment… Complete]

What, like an IQ test?

[Mental Competency… Verified]

No idea what that means.

[A.M.A.Z.O. System… Activated]

Whoa, okay, that's a lot of periods. What the heck just turned on?

Also, in case anyone's listening…

WHERE THE FUCK AM IIIIIII!?

*NEW WORLD*

"Wake up…! Wake up already!" Yue Ayase, friend to Nodoka Miyazaki and Yang Xiao Long, pleaded of the white-haired teen as he laid motionless on the ground. "Come on…! Did you have a stroke or something? Wake up already!"

The next moment the bookish girl let out a startled yelp as the teen's right hand shot up, a sudden heat causing her to recoil as cloth began to burn, an arm of ringed chrome glowing red between the seams revealed before it came down onto the brick walkway with a loud *CRACK*, a cloud of dust kicked up as the white-haired teen rigidly rose like a combat android rebooting, his head twitching and jerking.

Eyes snapping open to the world, a baleful orb of crimson glowed ominously like that of an Annihilator from the movie franchise of the same name. That same eye glancing sidelong and looking into her own, Yue felt herself lock up like a deer in the headlights as the formerly-comatose teen regarded her with a critical eye.

A panicked shriek piercing the air once more, the baleful eye of crimson snapped away from her and onto her friend, the formerly-comatose teen violently getting his feet back beneath himself before he broke out into a run.

To be continued...

*NEW WORLD*

AN:
A bit of Beacon history the Canon never really touched up on, a couple snippets of school staff, and more of our amnesiac protagonist.

The mystery and plot surrounding him thickens, as will more Remnant fanon lore.