King: Okay, I learned about this through a reviewer or PM or something. It was a long time ago. I don't know if there's any set name for it though. I also don't think there's any one big AU lore for it. I looked and only really found a couple pictures.

Knox: So... what's the Inspiration going to be labelled?

King: I'm going to label it as N/A since this would be my version anyway. I changed a few things with characters and their skills. I wanted to have a bit of fun~ Hope you enjoy!

Inspiration: N/A

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The show must go on. Many in the audience didn't have anything they could say after seeing a world like that. So… Why not mix it up a bit~?

When the world opened this time, it was the massive transport vessel that brought them all to Beacon Academy.

"Ooh! Is it another version of out world?" Nora got a little excited at this.

Jaune hadn't seen a Possible version, and thus was lost, "What?"

Ren explained it to his team leader, "Versions of our own reality. World's we could have lived in depending on smaller changes."

As the transport touched down again, the ramped opened to allow the new students onto Beacon's soil. As students walked off to the new life as huntsmen and huntresses, one stuck out from the group. A young girl with long blonde hair and lilac eyes.

Yang raised an eyebrow. "Is that me?"

Tai blinked, "But… younger?"

This was Yang Xiao Long, a combat prodigy back at Signal Academy, she was allowed into Beacon two years ahead of schedule after showing her skills by thwarting a dust heist in Vale.

Ruby was incredulous, "Hey! That's my story!"

Yang looked very similar to her older counterpart, save for being a bit shorter, shorter hair, and a smidge less… developed. She looked like a Ruby-sized Yang. And she was just as excited to attend Beacon. "This is going to be amazing!"

"Yang!" The younger blonde turned to see her sister approaching. Ruby resembled Yang in height and proportions, but her attire retained its gothic style. However, the Ruby on screen was also rather different. She seemed more elegant, for one. "You need to be more careful. Just because your semblance makes you stronger if you get hurt doesn't mean you should rush into everything you do."

Tai was trying to hammer that into his daughter's head for too long.

Yang just brushed it off, "Hey, come on Ruby! We're at Beacon! Were so close to becoming huntresses!"

"I get that you're excited, I'm excited too, but that's all the more reason you should get over that bad habit."

"Seriously, Ruby? What's the worst that could happen?"

Yang groaned with a grin, "You just had to say that, didn't you?"

Yang walked backward, speaking to her sister. Ruby saw what was about to happen, but if she stopped her, her sister would never learn. Yang tripped over the bag of a girl leaning down, picking something up off the ground. The girl was the familiar white-haired heiress, Weiss Schnee. However, she was dressed in a white tank top, black half jacket, blue jeans, and heeled boots.

Nora gasped, "That's the version from the game!"

Weiss sighed. She'd been dreading this one, not sure what to expect.

Weiss turned to Yang in surprise. "Woah! You alright?"

Yang chuckled, a bit embarrassed. "Yeah. I'm fine. Sorry about your bag." Yang stood back up and looked as dust vials started to roll off from the bag. "Oh crap!" Yang chased after one of the vials. By the time she caught up to it, a foot raised and stopped the vial. "Oh! Hey thanks!"

The camera rose up from the vial to show Blake dressed in a black combat suit. "Since when do they let lowlife failings into Beacon?"

Yang was confused. "What?"

"About the same time they let stuck up little brats." Weiss walked behind Yang and pushed forward to glare toward Blake. "Belladonna."

"Schnee…"

Weiss glanced toward Blake a moment, "Seems we've met in the past in this reality."

Blake nodded. "Question is, how?"

"Something wrong, princess? Daddy only give you 5 thousand lien this week?" It was a mocking tone. Weiss never cared for making millions, she had bigger goals.

Blake glared back to the white haired girl, "Is that supposed to try to insult me?"

"Um…" Yang just looked between the two, "What's going on here?"

Weiss glanced to Yang for a moment before returning her attention to Blake, "This is Blake Belladonna. Heiress to the largest company in Remnant, The White Fang."

Blake blinked and glanced to Weiss. "Did… Did we swap roles?"

Weiss nodded slowly, a little surprised, "It would seem…"

Blake's eyes narrowed, "And this is Weiss Schnee. Second child of the Schnee Syndicate. A daughter of criminals."

"Excuse you. Dust smugglers. It's not our fault you charge people an arm and leg to buy dust."

Blake smirked a bit, "Okay, a little different."

Weiss finally had the context from the game. And it did not sit as well with her.

Blake picked up the Dust and handed it to Yang. "Trust me, for your own good, stay clear of her." With that, she walked off.

Weiss called out after her, "Fuck you too bitch!"

Yang burst out laughing at the scene. Hearing Weiss talk without a filter like that was just icing on the cake~

Yang handed Weiss the Dust again. "So… that was weird."

Weiss placed the Dust away in her bag again. "Get used to it. I get the feeling it'll get worse from here."

Weiss sighed. "No kidding…"

This got a chuckle out of Yang and Ruby at the heiress's expense.

"Anyway, I'm going to head inside. See you around kid." Weiss walked away with a wave.

A second later, Ruby walked up behind Yang, "So… What did we learn?"

Yang sighed, "That this is going to be a weird four years."

Ruby shook her head, but relented, "Yeah… That much is obvious…"

The scene faded to the next day. The day of Beacon's initiation ceremony.

Jaune sighed remembering his performance that day. Not his best. Then again… He did meet Pyrrha, Ren, and Nora. Silver linings, I guess.

The sound of a whetstone scrapping across metal could be heard through the empty hall they saw on screen. The picture snapped to another hall with another scraping. One more scrape found the scene in the locker room. Then, another scraping showed them a rounded, ornately designed shield leaning against one of the benches. Twin arcs adorned the central area, surrounded by an inlay of a golden laurel crown across the bottom.

Jaune blinked. It was obviously his symbol. So, this was it. Time to see what he looked like in this version.

The camera moved down and to the side, showing the back of the man sitting next to the shield. He was dressed in golden plate armor with purple attire beneath it. A red sash was placed over his belt and dark jeans. Resting on one leg, and a cloth, was a beautiful weapon. A gleaming blade, expertly taken care of, that seemed so new despite its age. This was Crocea Mors, legendary weapon of Julius Arc, his son Octavius, his son Charles, his son Montesquieu, and finally resting in the hands of Jaune Arc.

Jaune felt a little bad. Hearing the legacy of his family, the journey of his weapon from father to son, it made him feel unworthy. Knowing what his family accomplished, he felt like he didn't deserve to hold something so important.

Jaune ran the whetstone across the steel one last time before starting to polish the blade instead. He held so much pride wrapped in this sword. Once he was done, he placed his blade into its scabbard, stood, and placed his shield onto his arm. He was ready. As he turned to leave, someone ran into him from behind.

He turned around to find a girl with brilliant red hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was dressed in a dark hoodie, shorts, and tall expeditionary boots. She wore rudimentary plate armor over her chest and a sword and shield on her back, but that was it.

Nora giggled, "Now it's Pyrrha and Jaune!"

Jaune held his hand down toward her, "Sorry about that."

Pyrrha blinked up toward him, "Um… didn't I run into you?"

Jaune got a bit flustered but smiled it off. "So, you did." He helped her off the ground.

Nora chuckled a little, "Looks like Jaune picked up Pyrrha's apologizing tic."

Pyrrha pouted, "I don't say it that often…"

"You apologized to Jaune like… five times in one day. Even when you didn't do anything."

Jaune chuckled nervously, "Sorry. I'll get out of your way. I need to get to the cliffside, anyway."

"Hey! Before you go, do you know anything about teams? I heard a rumor earlier…"

Jaune nodded, "I only really know rumors as well. Supposedly, we're going to be given partners today."

"Oh! Cool! Maybe we'll get to be partners!"

"Oh please." The two turned to find Blake walked up to them.

Weiss recognized the scene. This was the parallel to when she met with Pyrrha before the initiation proper. Though, she admits, it will be interesting to see how it plays out with this version of Blake.

Blake walked up and crossed her arms. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

"Am I supposed to?" Pyrrha tilted her head a bit, confused.

The camera moved to show Jaune's eye twitch a bit. He turned to silhouette and his inner thoughts were manifested on screen as a chibi-version of Jaune in a thought bubble. The mini version was shaking, crying tears of joy. She doesn't know! She wanted to be partners and she DIDN'T KNOW!

Nora burst out laughing at the scene of the chibi-fied Jaune.

Jaune, himself, turned to Pyrrha, "Was it really that exciting?"

Pyrrha chuckled nervously. Internally, she did find it to be exciting learning Jaune didn't know about her fame beforehand.

Blake continued, however, much to Jaune's annoyance, "This is Jaune Arc."

Jaune waved lightly, "Hello again."

"He graduated top of his class at the Sanctum Academy."

Pyrrha blinked, "Where?"

Blake's eye twitched. She let out a frustrated sigh and tried again. "He won four consecutive championships in Haven's junior division, holding two titles of triumph!"

Pyrrha just stood there and blink, silent.

Blake was more than a little frustrated with the red head now. "How sheltered are you?"

Pyrrha's face turned red in embarrassment. "I mean… I just never heard of him before…"

"It's fine." Jaune stepped in to save Pyrrha from the frustrations of Blake. "Why don't we all head off to the cliffs and get ready for our initiation?"

Pyrrha nodded, "That sounds like a good idea."

Yang chuckled a bit, "That's a pretty nice scene. Kind of interesting to see up close this time. Different ending too."

The scene ended and transitioned to the cliffs. It was finally time for initiation. Unlike the other versions, this one didn't spend time reiterating what they knew, since it was the same type of scene up top. The camera focused, instead, on some of the students' descent into the forest below.

One of the students in question was Nora Valkyrie. She was dressed in dark leather and fur, similar to the Viking versions they'd seen before. She drew twin hand axes and hooked herself onto a tree branch, swinging up a bit and into another tree. She used her axes to slide down the tree and land safely on the ground. "Okay. Now to find Ren." A loud tone shook through the forest and caused Nora to shiver at the vibrations. She looked off in the direction of the source. "That way…" She started to run off toward the sound's creator.

Ren raised an eyebrow. It was implying he was the source of the sound. Question was, how was he the source?

The camera followed Nora until he reached a clearing. Then, it moved off to show a group of Beowolves surrounding Lie Ren. Ren was dressed in a green hoodie with neon pink streaks hooking over his shoulders and down his back, meeting at the base of his spine. He wore light grey pants and boots similar to his counterpart in the seats.

As one of the Beowolves slashed at him, he leaned back and ducked the attack. His hand fell to the ground behind him and he lifted himself up, kicking his body outward to strike some of his attackers. When another Grimm tried to attack, he simply jumped off his position and flipped into a kick. As Ren moved, it seemed more like he was dancing than fighting.

Nora was wide eyed, "Woah! Can you really fight and dance?"

Jaune blinked. "Can you?" He was a good dancer. Could he bridge the two? It would certainly help his improvement time.

Ren kicked off the ground, twisting into the air to kick another wolf. Said wolf was smart enough to dodge away, but its mistake was dodging backward. Ren slammed his foot down, the air in front of him seeming to condense in slow motion. Then, they heard the tone from before as the air moved forward and slashed into the Beowolf. It didn't do any outward damage, but the sound ripped the body up from inside. This was Ren's semblance, the ability to assault his opponents by creating localized sound waves.

Ren was intrigued. The ability to create waves of sound from his body and weaponize them is rather impressive. It would also explain the dance-based fighting style.

As another started to rear back to strike him, an ax swung into its neck and knocking it away from Ren. Nora walked over calmly and pulled the ax out. "Come on partner." She had a small smirk on her face. "Let's get moving."

Ren chuckled, "After you." The two walked off into the forest as the camera panned up over the tree line.

When it returned to the world below, they saw Pyrrha looking down at her hands as a black energy emanated around them. "This is kind of crazy…"

Jaune was next to her, arms crossed and smirking, "What's crazy is that you got into Beacon without your aura unlocked. That's kind of impressive." He turned around and started to lead the duo through the trees again.

Pyrrha chuckled nervously. "Yeah… Impressive…"

Pyrrha felt a little concerned now. If everyone was taking in the idea that they all swapped roles, were they going to find out Jaune faked his way into Beacon? The teachers were in the audience. Would he be expelled for this?

Jaune caught this slip, "Something wrong?"

Pyrrha jumped a little. "Oh! Um… It's…" She sighed. Might as well… "I'm sorry. I'm not actually…"

Jaune, however, cut her off. "We can talk about this later. We've got an initiation to pass."

The two soon found themselves in the old ruins. As they approached, they felt a rumbling in the ground beneath them. The two looked to one another before looking behind them. Ruby and Weiss ran up from the trees. Weiss slid a bit on her feet and fired her weapon, a drum-fed, dust powered submachine gun, into the trees. A second later, a giant Deathstalker ripped through the trees, roaring at its prey. A shrill cry made Jaune and Pyrrha look to the skies as Blake and Yang descended from a massive Nevermore circling around the area.

Pyrrha shook a little, "This in an initiation?"

Jaune slowly shook his head, "I don't think they expected something like this to happen." He drew his sword, "But it's happening. Get ready!"

Pyrrha took a breath before drawing her own sword. She had next to no formal training, an unfamiliar weapon, and her first fight was against two giant Grimm. Lovely…

Jaune knew this feeling a little too well. Initiation was a hell of a wake up to the world of huntsmen.

The Deathstalker spun slighting to the side and attacked a nearby tree, knocking it down and causing Ren and Nora to fall out from their hiding place. Now, the all too familiar group of eight students were together again.

As the Nevermore rounded back again, Ruby looked up and her silver eyes started to glow lightly. She didn't have a lot of control over the ability, but it should help here.

Ruby was a little interested now. "My silver eyes have powers? Is that a thing?"

Her family didn't have an answer. Many didn't. But those who did were silent for now. It was easier to explain if she saw it first.

Ruby drew her weapon with a flourish. It unfurled into a beautifully designed scythe. The blade was adorned with a rose-based pattern of petals and thorns. The blade of the weapon utilizes a special, very rare alloy commonly addressed as Type-S, due to the trace amounts of silver within the larger structure.

Ruby's eyes turned wide and star-filled. "Woah! Type-S! Actual Type-S!"

Yang turned to her sister, "Is it really that rare?"

"There's almost no Type-S alloy in Remnant since it's so hard to make. The silver alone makes it rare, but the process is so difficult that most people don't even bother. It's not even the best alloy for weapons. It's strong, but nothing too awesome for weapons."

This alloy served two purposes for the silver-eyed warrior. The first was the strength of the alloy. True, it's not the best option, but that's where the second purpose came in. It acted like her eyes, a mirror of the light of the world. Paired with her eyes, it had increased effectiveness against the creatures of Grimm. Until she mastered the power hidden within her eyes, the blade would act as a focusing lens.

Ruby's head tilted slightly, "That… wasn't exactly helpful. What does that even mean?!"

Her scythe seemed to glow, getting both Grimm's attention for some reason. The Nevermore, with the option to back off, stalled itself and gained a bit of altitude. The Deathstalker was on the ground and directly in front of Ruby. Thanks to instincts honed over a long lifespan, it now saw her as the primary target to be dealt with. It reared its claw back to strike her.

Ruby smirked and swung her scythe, a crescent of silver light following the blade's arc. When the light faded away, the Grimm's claw had turned to stone and fell to the earth below due to the balance shift.

Everyone in the audience, save for those previously aware of the powers of the silver eyes, went silent in shock. Ruby in particular was completely stunned. Did her eyes really give her a power like that or was this a quirk of the reality? Could she do that? So many questions!

The Nevermore, which avoided the attack, found another issue. Nora and Ren looked to one another and nodded together. Nora tossed up a grenade from her belt and Ren kicked it to the sky using his semblance around the item. When it burst next to the Nevermore, it exploded with a loud shockwave, ripping the feathers of the Nevermore apart, sending to the ground.

Blake drew a device from her back that expanded into a bow. She drew an arrow from a quiver placed at her side with a dust-tipped head. Loosing the arrow caused an icy projectile to slam into the Grimm bird's eye, ice bursting out from the back of its head.

This got Cinder's attention. She'd created arrowed from glass, but she'd never considered using dust tipped arrows. Perhaps they'd be even more effective. Things to think about.

Mercury just enjoyed the brutal display.

The Deathstalker, now alone, saw few options. Killing Ruby would be difficult if she could turn its body parts to stone. Not that it knew how the eyes worked. It would be better to fight some of the others instead. It may die, but it'll kill as many as it can before it does! It roared and lifted its now stone claw off the ground. It started to accelerate to the ground with the intent to turn Pyrrha into a red stain on the grass. It's claw slammed down with enough force to kick up a massive cloud of earth.

"Pyrrha!" Nora jumped and grabbed her red-headed friend in pained shock. It wouldn't be the first time they'd seen people they new die, but it was never easy.

Pyrrha wanted to comfort Nora, but was too shocked at the scene.

The camera looked through the dust and earth as the claw shook. A moment later, the claw slammed down and shattered apart. As the Deathstalker cried out in pain, the camera showed a confused Pyrrha, an armored hand on her shoulder, as her aura was flaring up.

"She's okay!" Nora hugged Pyrrha and temporarily halted her breathing. It took a moment to separate the two.

Pyrrha turned to see Jaune was the owner of the hand on her shoulder. When he let go, her aura returned to its near invisible state. "What… just happened?"

Jaune stepped forward, "My semblance is the ability to fortify and manipulate aura. I can turn myself or others into invincible juggernauts, give their own semblances a serious boost, or overclock the body's healing abilities."

Jaune was a little excited now, "Is that actually my semblance?"

Ren shrugged, "We can't be too sure. In another version, you had a very different ability. It's possible, but we don't know."

"Oh…" That took the wind of Jaune's sails a bit. He was so excited to find out his semblance.

Jaune drew his sword and it seemed to glimmer. It's often said that a person's weapon is like an extension of their body, thus one with their soul. Jaune's weapon, however, was the legacy of five generations of souls. Jaune slid his foot across the dirt and brought his shield up to defense and his blade ready for a strike. Some would see this as hiding behind his shield, but this was the stance of counterattack. As the Deathstalker saw this puny human square up to it, it tried to attack the Arcadian Champion.

"Arcadian?" Nora's head tilted, confused. "Never heard of that one."

Jaune paused a moment, but explained it soon, "It's my home town. Named after my family in remembrance to my great-great-grandfather."

"Ooh! That's cool! Where is it?"

"It's… kind of hard to explain without a map. It's out in the middle of nowhere."

As the claw struck Jaune's shield, the Champion swiped his sword up through the Grimm's appendage and lopping it off.

"Holy shit!" Yang grinned, "Look at you go!" She chuckled back to Jaune.

Jaune just blinked. He could be capable of that? This was a world that was like theirs, right? So, it's possible…

Jaune grinned. "Now would be a good time to put this thing down. Don't you think Ms. Schnee?"

Weiss blinked a moment but grinned a moment later. "Call me Weiss." The drum on Weiss's gun seemed to expand slightly, creating cog-like teeth. This allowed the internal system a quick ventilation effect. When she pulled down on the trigger, shots of pure white fire erupted from the barrel. Fire so hot it melted into the Grimm. Steam launched out from the open drum. It was the closest Remnant had ever seen to actual laser weaponry.

Ruby gasped and jumped in her seat, "THAT'S SO COOL!"

Yang chuckled, "Guess that explains why she didn't like Ice Queen label in the game."

As the Deathstalker collapsed into a partially bubbling pile, Weiss flipped a switch and the weapon cooled the drum before returning to normal.

Pyrrha shook a little. These people were amazing… And she was just… A hand falling to her shoulder shook her out of her thoughts. Jaune was smiling down to her. It made her feel grounded. She took a breath and smiled back.

The screen faded to Pyrrha, looking around her new living space. She had made it into Beacon. Passed the initiation. She was part of a team… So why did she feel like she didn't belong?

Oh no… Pyrrha glanced toward Jaune. It was starting to get into territory she really hoped it didn't.

The room was empty for the moment. No one had the chance to move in. She sighed and sat onto her bed. It might better to come clean with this early. Her attention was snapped away as the door opened and Jaune walked in with his trunk over his shoulder.

"Ren and Nora said they wanted to check out the facilities. Headed to the cafeteria." He placed his trunk in front of one of the beds and smiled, kneeling as he started to unlock it. He turned his head to Pyrrha and his smile faded seeing her state. "Are you okay? Homesick?"

Pyrrha shook her head. "No… Well, a little, but that's not the problem. Jaune… I don't belong here…"

"What? Sure you do. You got in and we passed the initiation."

"Jaune… I can't belong here. You're all so amazing and I'm just… I'm not…" She was having difficulties getting it out. She took a breath and decided to just blurt it out and hope. "I didn't earn my place here!"

Everyone was in shock, but not at the scene. It was the underlying truth the story was implying to them. Pyrrha and Jaune had swapped their stories, and it just said Pyrrha cheated to get into Beacon. If the story flipped, that meant Jaune lied to get it.

Weiss slammed her fist into her chair, standing up, and spinning around to Jaune, "What's the meaning of this?!"

Pyrrha tried to calm the heiress, "Weiss! Hang on a second…"

But she wasn't having it, "No! From what we're seeing, we all swapped roles. This is basically telling us that Jaune LIED to get into Beacon! It was clear he was a terrible fighter, but I thought something redeemed him enough to get in! Apparently, I was wrong!"

"On the contrary." Ozpin cut off her ranting. "I found quite the redeeming qualities in Mr. Arc." Two sets of eyes turned to Ozpin in shock. He just chuckled, "Did you believe I wouldn't notice falsified transcripts?"

Jaune stood up and turned to the Headmaster, "Then why did you let me in?"

"Mr. Arc, I found many qualities within you that many huntsmen can only dream of. You have an excellent mind for details in stressful situations and you process this information well. You have an eagerness to learn that most students seem to lack as well. What's more," Ozpin seemed to trail off, "you possess something many lack in our day. Something I only ever say in Ms. Rose."

"And… what's that?"

"A simple… honest soul. You wanted to become a huntsman to help others. To inspire. Be a hero. You give people hope, whether you realize it or not." Ozpin's gaze turned to Weiss. "Well Ms. Schnee? Would these qualities be sufficiently redeeming?"

Weiss looked to Jaune and scowled a little. She had to prove herself both to her father, to Atlas, and to Beacon. And Jaune just lied to get in. She would admit that Jaune has improved and does seem to put everyone at ease, but she was still very angry. She fell back into her seat and glared up at the screen again.

Jaune clutched his seat's arm rests a little too tight. His secret was out. Weiss was the only one to have an outburst, but he just knew the others had a similar reaction hidden away.

The Jaune on the screen was still reacting to Pyrrha. "What are you talking about?"

"I… I got in using false transcripts. I didn't go to a combat school… I didn't earn my place here…" Pyrrha was shaking. This was the moment she didn't want to happen, but after seeing the skill of the other students, she didn't have a choice. "I'm sorry…"

Jaune was silent.

Pyrrha waited for his reply, fully ready for him to hate her.

"Why?"

This caught her off guard. "What?"

"Why? Why cheat to get in? What's your goal?"

"I…" Pyrrha paused, tears forming a bit. "I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to help people… I just wanted to do something to help!"

Silence followed.

A similar effect fell over the audience. Waiting for Jaune's reaction.

Jaune clutched his hands together. Say something… please…

Tension filled the room. Until… "Good."

Pyrrha's eyes snapped open wide and toward Jaune, "What?"

"I knew you had next to no training. Your lack of aura and how you move gave that away. But!" Jaune slammed his hand onto his trunk, causing Pyrrha to jump. "If you want to be a hero… to be someone that can help others, you're going to have to help yourself first. I'm going to train you. You'll work your butt off so that if anyone ever did find out, you'll be better than them anyway." He stood up and turned to Pyrrha. "Heroes are never born, anyway." He held his hand out to her. "Sound like a plan?"

Pyrrha wiped away her tears, a new look of determination on her face. "Deal!" The two shook hands and the world faded out.

Weiss took a breath. A part of her considered storming off after learning about Jaune's lie. But she stuck around and thought it over. Jaune's on a level nearly matching many of the students, likely thanks to training from Pyrrha if this was anything to go by. She couldn't deny his work ethic… She sighed and begrudgingly decided to let it go. The Headmaster knew and let him in anyway, after all.