John: This is certainly interesting. The power to converse with others throughout the multiverse.

Jeanne: It is rather facinating.

King: You... how did...

John: A pocket within a pocket.

Jeanne: I wonder if we can use such a principle in our travels.

King: WOULD YOU TWO GET OUT OF HERE?!

Inspiration 1: Intermission

Inspiration 2: Bioshock Infinite (The Twins)

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Weiss took a step away from the two intruders in shock, "W-what's going on here?!"

The suited 'Jaune' glanced to his sister, "How to explain such a thing-"

Jeanne glanced toward him as well, "-when such things are so simply complex?"

King roared in frustration before sighing in defeat. "Okay! This is Jaune and Jeanne Arc, commonly referred to as the Twins."

Jeanne nodded, "Though, we twins seem to now be triplets."

Her brother bowed lightly to the group, "To avoid confusion, you may address me as John. Similar, but distinct enough to be distinguishable."

Pyrrha looked between the two with a sense of confusion, but felt it best to try to be friendly, "Well… It is nice to meet you both."

Jeanne bowed lightly, "Ever the pleasure-"

John mirrored his 'sister's' action, "Was, is, and will be."

This just confused them a bit before King explained it. "They're in this weird state of existence, both everywhere and nowhere at the same time."

Weiss's mind took a hit to her sense of understanding, "What? How is that even possible?"

"A simple enough process to explain," John pulled a coin from his pants pocket.

King flew in between the twins and the main group, "Brevity, my friends. Long story short, these two aren't twins, but counterparts from parallel dimensions who found a way to communicate with one another. With this power, they set out to tear the laws of reality asunder through collaborative research and, when all was said and done, they ended up scattered across realities and used this new state to make the multiverse their bitch."

Jeanne placed a finger on her chin, looking up to the side in thought, "A bit vulgar on the end, but not an inaccurate sentiment."

"They can just show up wherever and whenever they want. However, even that doesn't explain why they're here!"

John looked around at the theater, "An excellent question indeed."

Jeanne had used the exact power in question and walked out from behind the curtains of one of the balcony boxes, "Curiosity. A reality beyond both space and time? Naturally we wanted to see what we could find."

Weiss, who held herself to a sense of rationality and poise, was losing her shit. "But… that's not… HOW?!"

John had disappeared and reappeared, walking in with an open book in hand, "The fundamental explanations are filled with words your reality doesn't understand due to having more… pressing matters than scientific study."

King started to glow brightly, filling the room with a purple light, "ENOUGH!" This got things to slow down and the mini-dimension's god pulled John and Jeanne back to where they started. "You two are not staying here."

Jeanne waved this off, "We never intended to remain."

John followed soon after, "We're simply stopping by."

"Curious of what allows us to be here."

"As we only seem to traverse through parallel versions rather than all possibilities."

King sighed in exasperation, "Right… We're on an intermission any way, so I can let this go for now. But when we're ready to get back to things, I want you both out and you're not coming back. Understand?"

The twins spoke in unison, "Naturally."

"Fine. Scatter. Go do whatever you all want until I call you back in. I'm going to take a nap…" King dissipated again, leaving the humans and faunas in the theater to go off and do their own things.

John and Jeanne remained longer than any of the others.

John turned to his sister, "What shall be our next course of action?"

"Is that not obvious, brother? We're scientists."

"And so, we shall observe."

"Must we remain objective?"

"Would that not undermine the observation?"

"Then how may we know if the cat is alive or dead?"

"You raise an excellent point, brother. Let's see what we can find."

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Weiss, hoping to find something to make sense of those two, decided to spend her intermission in the library. She remembered Neptune had showed her a book documenting the various versions of Arc. Finding it was easy, but it was a multi-volume series due to the infinite number of universes. The versions were divided by the larger similarities but finding those two was difficult thanks to how many there were. She silently roared in frustration, she was in a library after all. "Where are they in this mess!"

A book from the shelf fell off, seemingly without provocation or other means. She walked over to it and picked it off the ground. The pages fell open and she found exactly what she was looking for. She felt those two were somehow involved in this, but for now she had what she was looking for.

The pages before her showed both of the Twins, one per page. The two were apparently quantum physicists, something that meant next to nothing to the heiress. A note in the book said that, while basic concepts can be explained, the scientific field in question was nearly unintelligible without proper understanding and multiple years of study. It certainly made Weiss feel better considering the rest of the notes just confused her even more. The two were from separate dimensions and were somehow able to communicate with each other through atomic Morse Code. They were able to collaborate on their research and create a machine to actually travel between these realities along their timeline.

As she looked at the pages a bit closer, her head started to pound. She brought a hand up to her head and staggered back. A pair of hands rose to keep her from falling. She turned to find John had been the one to help her. He smiled a bit, "Trouble standing?"

She pushed back off him and groaned as she clutched her head. "What are you…"

An image of her father appeared in her head. Only… he wasn't her father? He was a man dressed in a dark suit and was older than her father, not to mention his thick facial hair. She felt as though she hated this man, but she knew she'd never met a man that looked like that. Come to me child and let us wash away the failures of those below. Once you inherit Columbia, you shall be greater than even I.

Weiss felt a warm feeling flow over her upper lip. She brought a finger up from instinct to find herself bleeding from her nose, "What's… what's going on?"

John didn't exactly seem sympathetic, but he didn't seem to hold her in contempt either. "You're experiencing memories not your own. It would seem our presence is bleeding our own reality into this pocket dimension. A fascinating prospect, indeed."

"Stop! You're not making any sense! Who was that man?! What is Columbia?!" Weiss clutched her head again as her mind recoiled in pain.

"Calm down, Ms. Schnee. You'll only make it worse."

"What do you mean make it worse?!"

Weiss's memories flooded with memories. She was looking at herself in a mirror. Her hair was cut short and she didn't have a scar over her eye. She wore a blue dress with a white corset and tall boots. I won't go back, Qrow. I refuse to be caged again.

Weiss felt to her knees, "What's… Make it stop!"

John kneeled next to her, "Quiet your mind. Memories are mailable. Separate your own from these new sensations."

Weiss doubled over in pain. It was hard to follow his instruction when her head felt like it was being attacked by an industrial drill.

Another scene played out in her mind. One where she stood among counterparts of herself. Before them was Qrow Branwen. He's Qrow Branwen. One of her counterparts grabbed his arm. He's Jacque Schnee. Another grabbed his other arm. Qrow shook a bit, before a sense of acceptance washed over him, I'm both… The Weisses pushed him underwater and held him to drown.

Weiss gasped in shock as she returned to herself in the library with John.

John looked down to her, his face unreadable, "You saw his death, didn't you?"

"I… I didn't… Why would I…"

"You didn't. You aren't her. You are experiencing her memories. Calm yourself, and it'll pass in time."

Weiss tried to get her nerves and mind under control. After a while, it did subside and she was at least able to stand again. "Make it stop!"

"I can't. Nothing I do or say can stop it. You must do that on your own. Anchor yourself through your own memories. From there, you can cast hers out from your mind."

Weiss took a breath before rummaging through her mind. Memories she cherished: Forming team RWBY, the dance, Winter, and her early years before her mother fell too far into the bottle. Even memories she despised: her father's temper, the White Fang attacks, her attitude when she first arrived at Beacon, and even that damned guitar. In time, her head stopped hurting again.

"Feeling better?"

"What… what did you do to me?"

"I didn't do anything. You simply experienced memories you shouldn't have. Pushing them out, they'll be no more than a dream."

Weiss rubbed her head with eyes closed. "That still doesn't…" She opened her eyes to find John was gone, "explain… how does he do that?"

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Velvet walked through the hall and found the door to the gardens. She decided to have a look inside. The area was positively beautiful, with flowerbeds and marble archways. It was like something out of a fairytale. She walked through and found an odd scene before her.

John and Jeanne were dancing together in the center of a clearing. An old phonograph sat on a nearby table playing their music. Velvet was able to recognize the old waltz they stepped, but one thing caught her off guard. When did she switch places with John? She was suddenly dancing alongside Jeanne, with the dimensional intruder acting as the lead.

Velvet looked around in confusion. When did…?

"A question unasked is unanswered."

"Um… okay… When did you drag me into this?"

"I simply skipped a step or two. Why? Do I not dance to your liking?"

"It's not…"

"Is it that you'd prefer your version?"

Velvet's silence, and reddening face, spoke volumes.

"This is why I am the one we decided to speak with you." Jeanne led Velvet along in a simple waltz, but it was becoming more complex as they went. "You're quite good at this."

"Oh! Um… Thank you."

"Hoping you could impress your knight in shining armor?"

"What?! No! I…"

"Don't lie to me. I've no tolerance for such a thing."

Velvet whimpered a bit but sighed in defeat. "Okay, fine. But it's not because of Jaune. When I was a child, I always wanted to know what it was like to be the princess. I grew up in a poor area of my village, and my family didn't have much. So, I always dreamed about what it would be like to live a life where I didn't have to worry about anything."

"Dreamed? What changed?"

"I did, I suppose. I read more stories and looked back on the old ones. I found that princesses had terrible lives. Stuck in arranged marriages, kidnapped for political clout, locked away in towers for their safety… But, I started to remember about the knight or the prince. How they would arrive to save the princess."

"And what? You choose to become the prince?"

Velvet shook her head. "No. I still want to be the princess. I just want to be the princess willing to wear the armor."

"Admirable. But now I simply must ask, why the interest in your Jaune?"

"I guess… it's because he's so sincere and honest. He wants to help people and thins about others ahead of himself."

"Do those on your team not meet these requirements?"

"They do, but I don't see them the same way." Velvet suddenly found herself alone again as John and Jeanne danced before her. "What just…?"

John nodded, "I told you. One simply cannot quantify a feeling."

Jeanne sighed, "I refuse to believe there is something we cannot understand."

John twirled his sister under his arm, "On the contrary, we simply need consider the individual rather than the masses." Their dance ended and John turned to Velvet, "Thank you, miss. You've given us much to think about."

Velvet just blinked and looked between the two. "Um… right. Glad I could help?" She turned and left the gardens, more confused than when she entered.

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Knox popped into the main theater with a deep yawn, "What did I miss?"

King sighed, "The Twins from the Columbia timeline decided to drop by."

"Really?"

"Yep." King teleported around the theater and going through some things behind the scenes.

"Everything okay?"

"I'm making sure we don't get a visit like this again."

"Do you think it'll work?"

"I have no idea what I'm doing, so no. But it's better to try than sit back and take it."

"Fair enough. So, what now?"

"Now, we call them back and get ready for the next world."

"Already?" John asked. He and his sister had appeared in the room without either fireballs noticing.

Jeanne smirked up to the floating beings, "So ready to be rid of us?"

King slowly floated down toward them. "You two don't belong here to begin with. I humored you so far, don't test me. Now, you both made me a promise."

"We're aware. You'll not see us again unless it's upon that canvas you have."

John bowed to the fireball, "We do apologize for our sudden appearance. We'll see ourselves out."

John and Jeanne disappeared from sight and from the pocket dimension.

Knox was silent for a while, "Something's bugging me. You're basically a god here. How did they just…" Knox came to a realization soon after, turning toward his purple-hued creator, "You…"

King laughed and floated back up to the top of the screen, "Come on, Knox. What I gain by just letting them show up here? Call everyone back. It's time to get the next world playing."