A/N: YOOOO I AM RETURNED... Even though I never left. And I came with a new chapter! This one is more of a setup chapter for Bemaia, so look foward to the next one! I need to thank you all who have been with me until now. Very Cool.
I'll also remake the charater's stats, cuz I re-watched RWBY and I am very ashamed I did them dirty like that.

RhoMarck: My man, soon, Nothing There will be the least of our concerns! And no biblicaly accurate angel for this fic.

Anyways, Unto the chapter!

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He couldn't sleep even if he wanted to. Watching his friend fight really made his blood pump.

'I'm not even tired, I just wanna sleep…' he looked at the clock "11am… Only 11am? Really?"

His body sank deeper into the infirmary's bed. "Hey, Fred, wake up already." But there was no response.

He sighed. 'Fine, I'll find something to do.'

Bemaia looked around the room. Only him and his comatose companion. He was surrounded by strange glassworks and tools, they didn't interest him in the slightest. Looking down at his body, he didn't have anything stripped onto him like his friends. 'I'm guessing I can just… Walk out of the room?'

Wearing the bamboo hat and kimono/suit, Bemaia got up from the bed and left the infirmary without any resistance from the staff. 'Strange, I thought they're supposed to stop me from leaving.' he just shrugged it off. "Now, where in the Wing's name am I?"

He began analyzing everything around him, from the textures of the wall to the details of the random student weapon. Nothing resolute came to mind. Everything around him yelled Nest, the simple fact that there was an academy this big and somehow still intact and functioning, meant that it could only reside in a Nest. But, when he noticed the students of Beacon, he became confused. Not only did everyone wear poorly made uniforms, they carried themselves with a distinct lack of nobility, like they didn't have anything to prove or at least anything worth it.

Of course, not everyone was included, some others clearly had an ego problem. Walking with their chests sticking out, wearing the same uniform but with some twists to create a more unique look.

Now, that was peak backstreets material.

Their weapons were… Something. A combination of melee and ranged… Despicable in his eyes. Why have something that can do two jobs poorly, when you could have one that can do one job the best? He didn't understand. But perhaps their culture was that different. The weapons were not crudely made, they were made from the top quality materials and he could tell. Still, he couldn't wrap his head around the reality that their weapons were created with the intent of being completely useless if a miniscule part simply broke. "Francisco will have a field day yelling with everyone that passes by him with weapons like that."

But the weapons meant little to him. If they worked, they worked. It's the wielder that matters, and the wielders… They didn't act like they deserved to have their weapons. By randomly walking through the halls, he could tell that these teens had no reason to even wield them. One of the students, the one with orange hair, even tried to steal the bamboo hat from him! Fortunately, the situation quickly dissolved after a quick dodge to the left and a dissatisfied growl from the student with orange hair.

Thinking nothing of the failed attempt at theft, Bemaia accidentally made his way to the library, 'Ah… A library…' he nodded his head in thought, 'So this is what PTSD is like, I see.' His body automatically entered Beacon's Library, but he was stopped by a receptionist.

"Excuse me, sir." Bemaia's attention shifted towards the man calling him.

"Yes?" his mind already started to run millions of questions, 'Will he ask me to go through a reception? Am I at risk of becoming a Book here? What should I get in case of success?' but his overthinking was for nothing.

"How may I help you? I've never seen you around here."

Bemaia finally realized what was going on. "Ah, yes. I'm looking for a very specific book , but I don't want to bother you with it…" the receptionist laughed quietly "Don't worry about it. If you don't want company, I can just point you towards your book."

Bemaia nodded in understanding. "I'm looking for something that tells the history of this place." The man pondered "Ah, failing Doctor Oobleck's class I see. Well, you wouldn't be the first nor the last!"

The first thought that passed through Bemaia's head was 'Who's Oobleck?' but he decided to go with it "It is what it is… Any books you recommend?" The man didn't think too much on the answer "Fundamentals of Remnant, by Ozmund G. You can find it in the first roll of the history section, and if you can't find it just ask a student for help." Bemaia nodded and ventured inside the library.

He wandered through the rows of books, unsure of where the History section was. His search was halted when he noticed how well-made the library's made. The architecture fascinated him, the combination of some kind of wood he couldn't tell which and the marble of the walls and bookshelves, it all fascinated him. The fact that this structure remained through this academy's lifetime, suffering at the hands of its students, spoke very highly about the staff. Or it meant that the singularities used for upkeep seemed to have cost quite the money.

He couldn't help but to compare the two. "It's not as big as our Library, but It works." He spoke to nobody in particular.

Unfortunately, Bemaia had company. "Please, tell me that your friend is lying." The voice of a young woman came from his right, he didn't bother looking at the source, for he already knew who she was.

"Hello to you too, Schnee." No trace of malice was found in his voice. "Sorry, for my impoliteness, but Francisco is really starting to piss me off."

"He already made an enemy? What did he do?" His body screamed to run away, to stay as far as possible from the girl, but he needed to be courteous. Weiss closed the book she was holding, making a loud noise to show emphasis with her discontent. "That bald idiot takes us for fools! How does he expect me to believe that he used to work at a library of all places, being illiterate! Don't even get me started with how he said that he came from another world…"

Bemaia could feel it. He could feel how she didn't like being made a fool by people. 'Another world? No way. Francisco isn't the kind of man to just assume things out of the blue. But he's also from kind of people you just can't trust, because he doesn't lie… I'll play along for now. I need more information.' Bemaia smiled awkwardly behind the bamboo hat hiding his face. "He's telling the truth, you know?"

Weiss's face changed into a deep scowl. "No way, not you too! Don't expect me to believe that nonsense! It's almost as if you're telling me that magic exists!" His awkward smile vanished as he tried to hold his laugh. "But it's true! I don't know how he explained it, but I know he doesn't lie, he's not that smart."

Weiss placed her hand under her chin and exhaled loudly. "When we talked early today, I didn't think you'd be the kind of person to try and fool others with an absurd story like your friend, but I was wrong."

Bemaia nodded in agreement "True, I wouldn't try to do that." he chuckled to himself "But, it's not like a giant wall simply appeared out of nowhere and dropped us here, isn't it Schnee?" She opened her mouth to argue with him, but nothing came out. "While you're here, can you help me find a certain book?"

She sighed once again, "You're all going insane, and I'm sure of it." she spoke to herself and swallowed, "Sure. What do you need?"

Though she couldn't see it, Bemaia had a coy smirk under his hat. "A book titled, Fundamentals of Remnant. Because, you know, I'm not from around here." Her eyes twitched "Sure, this way. But I believe it's already taken by my team leader."

Bemaia followed her through the labyrinthine halls of the library. "It doesn't have to be that book in particular, I just need something to tell me what this place is and how it operates, and also a map."

"Your friend told me he used to work at a library, I'm sure he would have been of greater help than I." Weiss tried to taunt him. "The man can't read, much less navigate through a library this size, I would know because I was in the Library with him." He sighed, "I wouldn't call it 'work' though."

Weiss stopped in her tracks and turned to him. "What's that supposed to mean?" He chuckled once again, "It means we didn't get paid, and we had to work extra time on other floors because of a distinct lack of staff."

Weiss was having trouble digesting what the supposed librarian was saying. She knew that Francisco was a… somewhat competent fighter, why did he need to work in a library and get scammed by it? They could surely find jobs that suited their tastes much better than a job at a random library. "How did you even get scammed that hard by a library, of all things?"

Bemaia pondered for a few seconds before responding, "You really don't know, huh?" he then had an idea. "Schnee, let's do something instead of wasting our time searching for a book, yeah?"

Weiss seemed keen on that idea, "What do you propose?"

He pointed towards a study table "Let's talk. You ask me anything and I ask you anything, we both must answer truthfully. You seem really interested in us, so why not?" Weiss did waste a single second "I will gladly do it."

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They soon found a table, far from any other student that might bother them, as complete silence washed over them. Weiss felt somewhat uneasy with the whole situation. What Bemaia proposed was a game based on trust, so no matter what he told her, she could only trust whatever he said, otherwise this Q&A would have been for nothing. But the same couldn't be said for Bemaia. Anything he asked could be verified with simple research about the world. After all, he only chose to propose this little game, so Weiss would have a better time digesting the fact that the unbelievable was very true.

"So," Bemaia broke the silence, "Let's start with an easy one." he said as he straightened his posture "What is… Here?" he then corrected himself "Not here as in, this academy. Ozpin already cleared that for me. But what is this… world? Tell me a broad view of this world."

Weiss was still incredulous about this situation. "This is Remnant. We are currently in the kingdom of Vale. There are four kingdoms in total, Vale, Vacuo, Mistral and Atlas." Weiss stopped for a few seconds to select her next words, very carefully. "We live alongside Faunus that you'll probably realize how they look once you see one of them." Bemaia nodded in understanding.

"Now my turn. Your friend said that you're from a place called 'The City'. What is the city?"

"I knew you were going to ask that, but I'm still not looking forward to that question." Bemaia sighed, "I'll tell you what I know, what I experienced."

He took off his hat and placed it on the table between them. "The City is a mess. It's controlled by a shady organization called 'The Head', if you do something that they consider bad for The City, they'll send Claws and Arbiters and get rid of you. The City is divided into 25 regions and each of those regions are controlled by a 'Wing'. The region controlled by a Wing is called a 'Nest' where it's considered safe. If you don't get lucky and are born inside a nest, then you're in the backstreets. The backstreets are lawless, so good luck if you're in there, the night in the backstreets are extra lawless. Each Wing controls a 'Singularity' and controls a corporation that uses that Singularity to create products, like L Corp that uses its singularity to create energy." He nodded, "I think that's the gist of it."

"That's… Something, truly. Francisco said that he came from the backstreets, how bad is that?" Bemaia chuckled "I came from the backstreets too you know? But if you're curious, ask him about his tattoo, he'll give you a better explanation. Anyway, my turn."

Weiss changed her position on the chair. 'Things are getting interesting' she thought, "Ask away."

"What the heck is Aura?"

Weiss deflated into the table, "You really don't have Aura?" Bemaia shook his head. "Okay." She straightened her back. "Aura is the physical manifestation of your soul. It's your will given form, to protect you. With it, you can protect your body from harm, you can use it to activate Dust and you can use it to unlock special abilities called a semblance."

Bemaia nodded his head in understanding, "And what is Dust, exactly?"

Weiss's eyes widened. The words she wanted to hear, finally! The absolute fool, asking the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, what Dust is? What a grand and intoxicating innocence! But, there was one thing, she realized at the last second. 'How do I explain what dust is?' A drop of sweat dripped from her left cheek. 'I can name every type and form of Dust, but that's the case for someone who has at least a base of understanding on Dust.' The same way no one would ask 'What is water' no one ever asked 'What is dust?'! But she had to power through, or else she couldn't be called a Schnee!

"Dust is the…" but nothing came. She started to snap her finger around, trying to force her mind to think of something. "It's the… forces of nature given form…?" She waited for a professor to comment on her lack of foundation on the matter, but nothing meaningful came.

All she heard after a few seconds of silence was a "Yeah?" coming from Bemaia.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Dust can come in the forms of crystals, powder, chunks, anything really. Depending on the type of Dust, it can set things on fire, make things wet, electrify things, freeze things… Your imagination and your money are the only limits."

Bemaia once again nodded in understanding as his mind got to work. 'Dust… It looks, sounds, feels and seems like what a singularity could create. But, if it's really the work of a singularity, that means it was probably regulated by the Head… Wait, isn't this another world? Surely, the Head's grasp doesn't reach here. So, if that's the case… We can partake in a miniscule amount of mischief.'

"So, what did you do before… Arriving here, in vale?" Bemaia resisted the urge to counter her question with another question, but decided against it when she decided to explain herself. "I ask this because your friend told us he was part of a criminal organization." Bemaia nodded.

"Do you want details or an abridged version?" Weiss thought for a second, "The abridged version."

"I had a Restaurant in the backstreets named 'Cucina del Viaggiatore' and after some time, I found myself the leader of a Grade 3 Fixer office named 'Viaggiatore's office' with some contacts with the Thumb." Weiss nodded, pretending to understand what this 'Thumb' thing meant. "Then, after being coerced into taking a test to work at L Corp by a Color Fixer, I began a 45-day career at L Corp with that bald imbecile I call a friend."

Weiss followed his story, but how did they go from working at a Wing to working at a…

"Then we all kind of died. And were revived to work as librarians."

Weiss nodded, accepting the insanity behind Bemaia's words. 'They are simply mad. Crazy lunatics. Both of them.' Weiss sighed, "I thought this game was based on trust, but then you decide to simply lie to my face?"

Bemaia's eyebrow twitches involuntarily. "Well, I trust everything you said until now. Who's the one that doesn't trust the other?" He sighed, "This won't work anymore, Schnee."

Weiss got up from the chair. "With that, I can agree."

Bemaia nodded. "Have a good day…" Bemaia moved his body slightly to the left, trying to see behind the heiress. "Isn't that your teammate running towards us?"

Weiss turned around and saw Blake, running towards them as staff from the library tried to stop her. "Hey, You! Your friend is literally disintegrating at this moment. What should we do?"

Bemaia stood completely still, unsure of what to do. His only reaction was a simple sound, one made by raw emotion."wha?"

Blake didn't have any of it. "His arm is literally dissipating into a cloud of light. We need to do something, and fast."

Bemaia stood still, unsure of what to say. "Did you try to put him in a bag?" He asked, as he motioned her to take him to the disintegrating bald man.

Blake nodded, ignoring the staff. "Ruby tried that, but the light just phased through the bag."

Bemaia got to thinking. 'Curious. Perhaps this has to do with the fact that we are no longer in the Library, and our corpses can't hold this form for long and will soon dissolve into its primary material, Light?'

He instantly wiped that idea off his mind.

"Nah, couldn't be that." He said out loud.

'Then, perhaps it's an unknown force trying to fuck us.' he nodded to himself. "That's why I was the leader of the Disciplinary team, I am an unrecognized genius."

Blake looked at him with confusion in her eyes, but decided to not ask anything.

Before they arrived, Blake received a message from her leader. She read it out loud so Bemaia could hear, "Good news, he stopped disintegrating!" Bemaia nodded in understanding as Blake sighed in relief.

Then, another message appeared. "Bad news. He lost his clothes and his left arm isn't coming back." Bemaia resisted the urge to laugh at the news. "You know anywhere we could find new clothes for him?"

Blake nodded, trying to ignore that someone just lost a limb, "I'll see if Jaune's team has some for him." He nodded once again. "Do that. I'll go check on him."

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Arriving at team RWBY's dorm, Bemaia analyzed the situation. First thing he noticed was the lack of a left arm on his companion's behalf, then, he noticed the addition of something he never thought he would ever have to see again, an addition of a few more eyes beneath Francisco's left cheek.

'How in the Wings name did he get the EGO Gift from O-06-20, again?' he thought. Another thing he noticed was that he no longer had his Key Page with him, the sword and suit from the Shi were gone. 'That's dangerous.' Even Weiss, who decided to come along, didn't expect anything that was happening to be actually true.

"So." Bemaia adjusted his bamboo hat, "How?" He asked the bald one.

Francisco shrugged in response, "I have no clue, but now I have to deal with the idea that I am now armless and that I have to deal with these again." he pointed to his cheek with his only arm.

"You being clueless doesn't help the situation." Bemaia sighed, "For all we know, this could happen to me and Fred at any point in time."

The four girls sat uncomfortably on one of the beds, watching the two talk, as one of them didn't seem to notice that he was almost naked, wearing only Yang's blanket. "You even lost the key page! How does one manage to do that?"

Francisco raised his only hand in a defensive position. "Ay, It is what it is. I can't do anything about it."

They looked at each other with confused looks. Then, they started whispering to each other.

"What is a Key Page? You think It's important?" Ruby started, "I don't know, Bemaia didn't tell me what a Key Page is." Weiss responded back.

"Oh, so now you're starting to believe them?" Yang decided to teased , and she threw a light jab at the heiress.

"I didn't, but then I saw that his friend just lost his arm." Before they could continue, Blake silenced them with a quick "Shh."

"What will we say to Angela? What do you think she'll do when she realizes that a Key Page - No, an Object D'art Key Page, is completely gone?" They both stopped for a few seconds, thinking of the possible outcomes for their current situation.

"She would probably put us on Abnormality repression duty."

Bemaia nodded. "Exactly. Though, it looks like you already have met that Aleph you got your old gear from."

Francisco crossed his arms... Well, only arm. "I don't know man… I remember seeing Nothing There's containment unit, I remember hearing it moan and groan, and I also remember a woman's voice telling me to go screw myself." Bemaia nodded in understanding, though he doubted that last part.

Quickly, the whispering returned. "What is an Abnormality?" Yang asked, turning to Ruby, "I don't know, but it sounds so cool…"

Then, Blake joined in with a question of her own. "He said that Francisco's gear once came from an abnormality… Should we question further?"

Weiss then spoke a piece of her mind, "It bothers me so much that they talk like that as if there were no one else in the room." Then, she immediately regretted saying that.

Bemaia quickly shot a glance at her general direction while talking to his fellow librarian, as if taunting her to do something about it. "Since you are paying attention, what did you girls do to stop his… Uh… Condition?"

Ruby quickly jumped from the bed and almost shouted with sheer enthusiasm "I unlocked his aura!" she cheered, sounding proud of her work.

Francisco's expression turned to one filled with confusion. "I have Aura now? How?!"

Before anyone had the reaction to answer him, Ruby started talking. "Well, I tried putting a bag over it to stop the light from coming out, but it simply PHASED through it!" She tried to use her hand motions to create emphasis on her words "Then, Yang gave me the idea to unlock his Aura, that maybe it would stop it, and it did! Which I'm glad because I never tried to unlock anyone's Aura before."

She looked down, somewhat embarrassed. "I heard that you need some sort of connection with the person you're trying to unlock their Aura, but I guess it was just a lie!" Then she stopped, taking some time to breathe.

Bemaia spoke, looking relieved. "At least that means you have a soul." he nodded.

Unfortunately, his mind didn't stop there. 'Wait… If he started to fizzle out, then, that means that I'm not really safe from having the same issue.' he hummed to himself as another man entered the room with a set of clothes for the bald and armless man.

'Then, it means that I should get my own aura unlocked before I lose a limb like him.' Though the armless one disliked the new set of clothes, he begrudgingly accepted them and promptly put them on.

'But wait, there's Ozpin's test… If I get my Aura unlocked before the exam, I'll get ass handed to me in a silver platter because that would mean losing my Key Page…' He had an idea.

"Ay, Bald," Though he was struggling to put on the clearly smaller outfit, he paused his attempt and looked at Bemaia. "Yes or no?"

Francisco paused for a second and successfully put on Ren's clothes, then he stared at Bemaia, thinking for a good while. After almost a minute of extended silence, he answered, "Yes."

Bemaia nodded.

"Do them a favor and answer whatever they ask." The arm-less one nodded, "I'm going to ask the Headmaster about the initiation thing, see if I can get it today as well."

The bald one chuckled "Since you're here, might as well talk to you too." The arm-less one got comfortable. "So, I used to be a Proselyte…"

Bemaia then left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving Ren, Francisco and team RWBY inside. "I'm on a timer now. Fun." Bemaia lamented as he sprinted through the halls of Beacon.

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Ozpin took a long sip from his bottomless coffee mug. Somehow, even with the help of the best doctors available in Remnant, even with the protection of the world's best huntsman and huntresses… That man, his most recent student, somehow managed to lose his own arm not a day after being accepted. And now, after his fight with Jaune Arc, which can't really be called a fight, and Pyrrha Nikos, their friend is currently yelling things to his face, on how Mister Arc's weapons had personal significance to him, and how he should pay for it… Pretty tiring. "Miss Valkyrie, your leader had full understanding that his equipment was at risk once he stepped on the ring. While I agree that Francisco went overboard with that singular blow, I wouldn't put the blame on him only."

Before Nora could 'argue' further, Ozpin received a message from his secretary. "One moment, Miss Valkyrie." The message read, "Headmaster. A teen named Bemaia is requesting a chance at the initiation. I've been warning him that the initiation process has already passed, but he won't listen, what should we do?"

Ozpin let out a small chuckle, 'Thankfully she's new here.' he then sent a message, "Say that his initiation process will take place in -" the Headmaster then looked at Nora as an idea began to form in his head "Are you free until 6Pm Miss Valkyrie?" She was unsure of how to answer "Yes?" Ozpin nodded and continued his message "thirty minutes at Beacon's sparring grounds, where most of Professor Goodwitch's classes take place."

Ozpin turned to Nora once again. "Do you want to fight Francisco's partner?"

Nora blinked, then a smile crept up in her face. "Yes!"

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Nora Valkyrie's Key Page

User: Nora Valkyrie

Hp: 80 St: 35

Passives:

Speed (Gives the user 1 Speed Die)

Aura: Unlocked (Allows the user to choose to take damage to 'Aura' instead of Hp. When the Aura gauge depleates, this character becomes 'Staggered'. Aura Gauge cannot be recovered by card effects. This character has a total of 60 total Aura.)

Semblance: High Voltage (Whenever this character is affected by the status effect 'Paralysis' or 'Electrified', instead of applying its effects, this character gains +5 to every die until the end of the scene.)

Strength in Recklessness (Deal and Take 1.5 times as much stagger damage.)