Prologue: Damn it, life. I don't need a vacation!

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At age 29, Weiss Schnee was so jaded that most people triple her age (which was 87, for those that didn't care to do the math) couldn't even begin to compare. Of course, it was to be expected when she'd been through hell and back and killed the divine entity known as 'Salem' for revenge of all things. ...It wasn't worth it. But raging at Salem? Definitely worth it.

Salem was a mixed bag and Weiss wasn't a fan of talking about it. In fact, she usually threw some Grimm summons at anyone who asked (the reporters tended to avoid her now).

Actually, she didn't like talking about most things that happened to her between the age of 17 and 25...or between the age of 10 and 16. Okay, so Weiss didn't like talking about herself much. At all.

The point was, 29 year old Weiss Schnee was a jaded individual with a busy schedule who didn't have the time for ridiculous concepts such as 'vacations'.

She ended up on a vacation. Or to be more exact, she had been forced on a vacation. Something or another about 'overworking herself', 'almost dying from exhaustion', and 'stupid idiot'.

Her friends were just misguided. Yeah, they probably wanted to kidnap her again. That was definitely it.

The fact that she spent a week in the hospital had nothing whatsoever to do with…quote on quote 'needing a vacation'. Those highly educated doctors with PhDs and 20+ years of experience clearly had absolutely no idea what they were talking about!

Well, who cares what they think? If she was banned from doing her actual and very important job, she may as well become a Huntress again for the week. Yes, a week-long Huntress. That sounded good. It's been a while anyways.

"...You're supposed to be on vacation," was the first thing Blake said to her. They were riding the elevator.

Weiss had somehow found herself at Beacon Academy. While it was very nostalgic, Weiss wasn't the type to indulge in the past. Glynda wanted to see her for a mission, that's all. Sure, she could have declined but...okay, maybe she was feeling a tiny bit nostalgic.

"I am on vacation," Weiss told Blake.

"Is that why you've come to Beacon fully armed in Huntress gear?" asked Blake, one eyebrow raised.

"I'm on vacation, so I'm working as a Huntress for the week."

Anywho, Blake herself was wearing Huntress gear. She had on a white high-collared battle uniform with long sleeves. Blake usually wore long-sleeves. It helped with making her missing right arm less noticeable. A belt was strapped around her waist and Gambol Shroud was stored on its back. She wore black pants and thigh-high boots. A pouch was on her left leg.

Yang banged her head against the wall. "That's...that's just sad, Weiss. You need to get a life. Seriously."

Yang's outfit was a lot more...revealing than Blake's. Her heavy duty tan leather coat hadn't been zipped, showing off her yellow tank top and impressive abs among...other things. The sleeves were rolled up, leaving her metal arm and Ember Celica in the open. Long flowing tails came off the coat, creating an admittedly cool atmosphere around Yang. She wore dark pants and tan leather boots. A belt with way too many pouches and a red cloth hanging off finished the look.

"I do have a life," Weiss said. She was half trying to convince herself. "Ahem. Anyways, why are you guys here?"

"Mission," Blake and Yang responded at the same time.

Weiss nodded. "Huh. Me too."

"We know," Blake and Yang said.

They progressed into not-quite-but-still-kind-of-awkward silence. The three had fought together so long and been through so much that they simply couldn't be awkward around each other. That didn't mean they didn't have occasional lapses in conversation though.

For a few seconds, the only sound in the elevator was the passionate romantic music playing in the background. The music didn't help.

"How have you two been doing?" Weiss finally asked. "It's been...nearly four months since I last saw the both of you."

They often video called and messaged each other, of course, but that was different.

"Well, definitely a lot better than you, Ice Queen," said Yang. "Seriously, go on a real vacation. Live in the woods for a few days...or a few years. There are literal bags under your eyes."

"What Yang means is good," Blake said. She nudged Yang.

"Yeah, yeah." Yang swatted away Blake's hand.

"And that's not how you use the word 'literal'," Blake added. She looked at Weiss. "The White Fang's been doing better than before, that's for sure."

"What Blake means is that there's less homicidal maniacs in the organization!" said Yang. She gave a thumbs up. "Which is always an improvement."

"Hm, I've been trying to get faunus better treatment in Atlas but…" Weiss sighed. "The majority of the other members of the Council like how things are and they want it to stay that way." She snorts. "It makes sense when you take into consideration that most of them are rich old male humans."

"If I was working, I'd be getting things done at this very moment," she adds.

Yang rolled her eyes. "Here we go again. Do you think 'If I was working' every time you eat, sleep, and go to the bathroom?" Yang snickered. "I can imagine it! Weiss on the toilet, thinking 'If I was w-"

The elevator doors open. Just in time too. Weiss was about to sic some of her worse Grimm summons on Yang.

The Headmaster's Office received a complete renovation since The End. That was appropriate, considering who the former Headmaster had been. The 'Wheels of Time' look was replaced by a glass dome and some much needed lights. The dark silver walls and floors were painted pearl white.

In Weiss's opinion, this was all for the better. The former office had been ridiculously over the top and edgy. ...Almost as if a certain someone was trying to be 'hip with the young ones'.

Glynda stood right in front of the doors, which lead to the probably false assumption that she really wanted to use the elevator. "Hello," she said.

"Better late than never?" Leaning on the railings was Ilia. She raised a hand in greeting. "Yo."

Weiss was glad they put in railings. Beacon didn't need another 'window free-falling' incident. Luckily, the last and only time had been Yang's fault-and Yang could fly.

Anyhow…"Let me guess, mission?" Weiss asked Ilia.

Ilia was decked in her battle outfit. Well, Ilia was always decked in her battle outfit, but Weiss decided that she wasn't at Beacon for fun. As always, Ilia had on a sleeveless black leather tailcoat with golden trimmings. Slung diagonally across her torso was a brown utility belt equipped with objects with purposes Weiss didn't want to guess. They'd probably get flagged in any building that wasn't named Beacon. Another belt wrapped around her waist. Two fully loaded sheathes were on each side. And below her waist, she had on grey leather pants and black combat boots.

"No," said Ilia. Weiss blinked. Then Ilia said: "I'm here for fun."

"...You're ditching work again."

"Schnee, you're supposed to be on vacation," Ilia fired back.

"Can people stop telling me that? I am on vacation." Weiss stormed off the elevator. "Does everyone know? How does everyone know?"

Yang whispered to Blake: "I told everyone."

"Yang, I heard that!"

"Girls, all four of you are here on my orders. Try your best to behave." said Glynda. I'd rather avoid alerting the authorities this time around." She grimaced. "Which means no Grimm summons, no practical jokes involving explosions, no hijacking the security system, and for the love of all things holy, no fires, tornadoes, ice storms, and/or earthquakes."

"Whoops." Yang sheepishly scratched the back of her head.

Weiss had a lot of regrets. Accidentally turning Yang into a Maiden was definitely somewhere on that list. She could've avoided dealing with over a dozen forest fires. Think of all the trees that were violently murdered!

Glynda whipped her riding crop, which, being quite menacing (and sexy), caught everyone's attention.

"Without further ado, I'll be briefing Team WIYB on today's mission."

Weiss straightened. When a Team Name is mentioned, things got serious.

"...On second thought, just let me show you," decided Glynda, taking the wind out of everyone's sails before things even started.

Ilia and Yang deflated like popped balloons.

A few seconds later (they had trouble fitting everyone in), Weiss found herself in the elevator. Again. Plus two people.

The ride was not satisfactory. One out of five stars.

"...Glynda, please change the music," Weiss twitched. The instrumental romantic theme did not turn her on.

"...N-No." At least the headmaster was embarrassed.

"Poor kids," muttered Yang.

"Orrr they make out to the music!" Ilia proposed cheerfully.

"I hope not," said Blake. "There's cameras."

"Sadly," Glynda grumbled.

Blake raised an eyebrow at the top left corner of the elevator. Weiss couldn't see any cameras, but if Blake thought so, there probably was.

The elevator descended at a maddening pace. Though it may have had something to do with the fact that they were traveling from the tallest floor to the lowest floor.

"...Why did you leave position?" Weiss asked Ilia.

Ilia shrugged. "Eh. A person can only take so much undercover work and intelligence gathering before they get really really bored." She sniffed. "You have no idea how dull pretending to be a criminal is. Did you know that crime masters spend most of their time thinking up and scrapping evil plans, talking about how amazing they are, and petting their exotic pets?"

"I...uh, no." Weiss admitted. "They have exotic pets?"

"Yeah, usually it's a cat of some kind. Like a tiger or a panther. But if you're lucky, some of them have monkeys," Ilia said. "Anyways, us lackeys are stuck listening to their long, super melodramatic speeches. Trust me, Schnee, when you've listened to one of those, you've listened to them all."

"Huh," said Weiss. "Not to rain on your parade, but you're aware you're complaining to your boss? I have the authority to fire you on the spot."

Ilia snorted and waved a hand. "Nah, first of all, you're my boss's boss's boss. Second, you'd never fire me."

Weiss hated it when Ilia was right. Not that she was going to tell Ilia that. "You never know, Amitola."

"I keep on telling you, you using my last name just isn't as cool as me using your last name."

"Hrm."

With a ping, the elevators opened to Beacon's Underground Vault.

"Let's get to the point," said Glynda. She walked out of the door. "Something has appeared underneath Beacon Academy."

"Something?" asked Weiss.

"A monster?" Yang speculated.

"Mold?" tried Ilia.

Blake hummed. "Ilia, what are you really thinking?"

Ilia sighed. "You're no fun, Blakey. Students have been reported 'suddenly missing' from Beacon Academy. I'm guessing this has something to do with that."

Glynda gestured for them to follow her down the dark corridor. She nodded at Ilia. "That's what I've suspected but...well, you'll see."

Blake and Yang looked at each other. They followed Glynda.

Weiss looked at Ilia. "So that's why you're at Beacon."

Ilia started walking, hands in her pockets. She glanced at Weiss. "You know how I am. Hating losses and all that."

"Hrm."

"Okay," Yang said slowly. They had reached Glynda's destination. "What the fuck is that?"

'What the fuck is that' indeed. Floating in the middle of the end of the corridor was a swirling green ball of something. If Weiss had to take a guess, it was an energy of some sort. It looked like a combination of electricity and aura. Every few seconds, it spasmed as if it was a beating heart.

Ilia reached out a hand. Glynda slapped it with her riding crop. "No touching! It draws you in. Why do you think I believe it's responsible for the disappearances?!"

"Ow…" Ilia rubbed her hand. "Please don't tell me you use that at your sexy fun times..." She focused her attention on the ball of energy before Glynda could punish her for her inappropriate comment. "Anyways. Yeah, this is some creepy shit. And if it's creepy shit that looks like it's defying science, it's probably magic. Yang? Weiss? Opinions?"

"I'm not feeling the urge to stick my hand in it," said Yang. She frowned. "But the thing does feel like magic."

"So it is magic," said Blake. She tied her arm behind her back with Gambol Shroud's ribbon and some impressive teethwork. "And it looks like your Maiden powers nullify its effects.

"Ilia, are you okay with the pull?" Blake asked.

Ilia twitched. "Hey, if Glynda survived this long, I can make it." She twitched again.

"...Right," said Blake. She scooted closer to Ilia.

Weiss touched the bandage that covered her right eye. "...I don't like it. Whatever it is, it's giving me a negative reaction."

"In other words, your eye hurts like hell," said Ilia.

"...You can put it that way." 'My eye hurts like hell' wasn't how Weiss wanted to phrase it. It just sounded...not good.

Weiss turned her attention to Glynda. "What have you tried so far with this...unidentified flying object?"

"I've asked Ms. Sustrai for her opinion. She had roughly the same reaction as Ms. Xiao-Long," Glynda said with a tired sigh. "So I attempted using Ozpin's staff to fix the problem. It...well, it didn't work."

The burnt walls agreed.

"Glynda, Ozpin's staff is highly volatile," Blake explained disapprovingly. "You know that."

"I had to try," said Glynda. "After the staff didn't work, I resorted to more...uncivilized solutions. Lasers, explosions, cutting, making a metal container around it, ideas your Team would try."

"Hey, those solutions usually work," Yang said. "But what happened?"

"Everything was sucked in."

"Even the explosions?" Yang looked at the swirling ball. "Cool."

"Not 'cool'...but yes."

Ilia chucked something at the ball of energy. Bolts of lightning shot out, grabbing the object and sucking it in.

"Cool," repeated Yang. "And freaky, but still cool. I want one."

"No," everyone else automatically said.

"Shit! Those were my keys!" Realization hit Ilia like a brick.

Weiss gave Ilia an unimpressed glance. "The poor keys…"

"That's right, Schnee! Mourn for my keys! They sacrificed their lives for us! How am I supposed to get into my apartment now?!"

Glynda absentmindedly snapped her riding crop. "Moving on, I ran out of options, which forced me to close Beacon down for the time being."

Blake nodded seriously. "Good, good. It didn't take a giant Grimm Dragon and a worldwide communications blackout to come to the decision to shut down the school. Other headmasters should learn from your example, Glynda."

"We can agree on that…" Glynda muttered. She continued: "And as a last resort, I called Ms. Schnee and Ms. Xiao-Long."

"Ay, just because Blake and I can't do magic doesn't make us any less useful." Ilia crossed her arms.

"Technically, it does," said Blake.

"Blake, not helping!" Ilia said through gritted teeth.

"I didn't mean to devalue your importance on the Team," said Glynda. "Your skill set simply wasn't needed."

"I'm here anyways." Ilia pouted. "...And hey, my keys did something."

Yang circled the ball of energy. "I um, I'm not sure what I can do. If Emerald already took a crack at it…" She shrugged.

Weiss unwrapped the bandages covering the right side of her face. With her newly uncovered eye, she looked at the swirling ball.

Blake frowned. "Weiss…"

"What? There's no other option," Weiss snapped. She was famously touchy on the subject-and with good reason. "Sorry...I…"

"It's fine," said Blake. "You're right, of course. Just try not to use it more than you need to." Blake tried to raise a warning hand, then she remembered that she had tied her hand behind her back.

"...hrm." Weiss concentrated. A familiar stinging sensation coursed through her veins. It flared up. "Agh!" Weiss stumbled backwards, covering her eye.

"Weiss!" Yang tensed.

Ilia put a hand on Weiss's shoulder. "You alright there, Schnee?"

"I'm...I'm fine." Weiss straightened and began rewrapping the bandages.

Blake sighed. Her ears twitched in...annoyance? disappointment? Weiss couldn't tell.

She ignored Blake "...It didn't work," Weiss said blandly. "Whatever this is, it isn't made by Dark Magic."

"Which makes it Light Magic," said Ilia. "Joy."

"I hate magic," muttered Glynda.

Weiss shared the sentiment.

"Alright, I've had enough of this ball thing!" Yang punched her hands together. Fire started flaring from her body. "Anything that messes with my Team is going down!"

"Wait-" Blake's eyes widened. "This is stupid, Yang! We should formulate a plan-maybe do some tests-and then try to kill the floating ball of unknown magical energy!"

"You're not a teenager with hyperactivity issues anymore!" she added.

"Nah, Yang's just an adult with hyperactivity issues," said Ilia with a wave of her hand.

"Not helping, Ilia."

Glynda had the brains to start discreetly backtracking down the corridor.

"Weiss!" Blake looked at Weiss.

"It's worth a try," Weiss said with a shrug. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Glynda backtracked faster.

"But just to be safe, give Yang some space," decided Weiss.

Blake grumbled something about 'better safe than sorry' and 'don't blame me later'.

"Ay, where are you going, Glynda?" called Ilia.

"Away," Glynda answered.

Ilia shrugged. "Guess she still doesn't trust us."

"Hrm," Weiss said. "...Repairing half of Beacon couldn't have been cheap. Especially after it was just rebuilt."

"Heheh." Ilia took a few steps away from Yang and the ball of energy.

Weiss and Blake did the same.

"Yahhhhhhh!" Yang released the fire magic she had been building up. It fired (no pun intended...for Weiss anyways) from her fists, shooting straight at the energy ball.

At first, it looked like the ball could handle Yang's power. Lightning shot out, taking the fire in with it.

"Guess it isn't gonna work," commented Ilia.

Then, as if to spite her, the ball flattened and exploded.

Weiss summoned a glyph in an attempt to block the impact. There wasn't any. A blinding green light engulfed her. She closed her eye.

"Schnee~ Schnee, snap out of it." Weiss was shook by the shoulders.

She forced open her eye. "...What…"

Weiss had to blink a couple of times for the world to stop turning. She felt like she'd been on those drugs Nora liked to smoke behind Ren's back (Ren always found out in the end anyways).

"Great question, Schnee. I've got no answers for you, though." Ilia pulled back.

They were still in the corridor-but the green energy ball was gone. So they fixed the problem. "How long was I out?"

"Well…" Ilia sweatdropped. She looked at Blake for an answer.

"Minus twelve years or so," Blake deadpanned.

Weiss blinked. "Minus twelve-minus-" She blinked again. "Excuse me?"

Yang knocked on a person-sized glass cylinder that hadn't been there before. "...So I kind of messed up."

A dark-skinned girl with short brown hair laid inside the cylinder. Her eyes were closed and one side of her face was heavily scarred.

"Weiss, meet Amber, former Fall Maiden, who is supposed to be very very dead," said Blake.

"She looks almost dead," commented Ilia. "Buuuut, I'm kinda more worried about why Beacon is hiding a comatosed girl in the basement. Is that a Huntsmen school thing?"

"This is the abridged version," said Blake. She took a deep breath. "Cinder was on her Maiden rampaging spree, she almost got Amber, Qrow saved the day, Ozpin needed Amber alive because Fall Maiden Cinder is not a good thing."

"Oh."

"And during the Fall of Beacon, Amber was murdered by Cinder."

"Huh. So that's why you're thinking time-travel?" Ilia looked at the ground. "Hey, my keys!"

"Or inter-dimensional travel," added Blake. "Or it's all just a hallucination."

Ilia hugged her keys (or tried to, anyhow). "I missed you for the five minutes I lost you!"

"So there's a chance we might just be high on drugs," said Yang. She stopped inspecting Amber. "Nice."

Weiss paced the corridor. She wasn't a fan of some of the implications of 'time-travel', or any of Blake's other hypothesis(es?) for that matter.

"Then the only way to know for sure is to check," decided Weiss.

"But if it is time-travel, by checking we might create a time-paradox," said Blake. "And the world might end as a result-"

"Not a fan," Yang automatically said.

"-But by checking, we can conclude if we've time-traveled or dimension-traveled. And if this is all just a hallucination, we can't all keep on seeing the same things forever," Blake finished. She paused. "In conclusion, I agree with Weiss."

"...We really need to fix your monologue problem," said Ilia.

"Trust me, she's always like this," Yang told Ilia. "There's no end to it."

Blake's ear twitched. "That's great. Weiss, will you please untie my hand so we can precede?"

"...Try not tying your only arm to your back so often," Weiss advised as she untied Blake.

"Or, I don't know, get a mechanical arm!" Yang exclaimed.

Blake glared. "I've told you a million times, I'm not getting a mechanical arm!"

"It doesn't hurt!" Yang frowned. "It doesn't usually hurt, anyways"

"I don't care if it hurts or not, it's symbolism, Yang."

"You're still stuck on that?! Blake, do you see people mutilating themselves for their sins on the street?"

Blake paused. "Well, no. But it's not like I mutilated myself."

"Exactly. Sooooo do your body a favor and get it a nice new arm."

"...I value the meaning behind me, and specifically me, losing an arm," said Blake stubbornly.

"You've got to be kidding me." Yang ran her hands down her face. "Ughhhhh."

"Er, you guys coming or not?" Ilia and Weiss were already at the elevator.

"Coming," said Blake.

Yang muttered to herself about stupid cats.

"Blake," said Weiss. "I agree with Yang. ...What I mean is, it just doesn't make logical sense to-"

A tick mark appeared on Blake's head. "Weiss...there is no negotiations, especially from you. Ilia, don't even try."

Ilia shut her mouth. "Aw…"

Weiss pressed the elevator button. A few seconds later, the doors opened. Blake took it upon herself to choose which floor their destination should be.

The elevator ascended. Weiss twitched. The romantic tunes Glynda adored (for some awful reason) had been replaced by old rock music played at a volume only Nora could enjoy. 'YOU HAVE THE TOUCH!~' Truly, there was no winning against Beacon's elevators.

"Team SFIR," ordered Weiss, trying her damndest to ignore the elevator music. "Before we can confirm anything."

"I hate that alias…" muttered Blake.

"I love that alias!" chirped Ilia.

"I see what you're doing, Blake" Weiss adds. She shifted. "This...is a horrible idea."

Blake gave a rare smirk. "Please, Weiss. I don't do horrible ideas."

"Really? Your arm disagrees."

"Wha-I thought we just went over this!"

Ding. Weiss practically skipped out of the elevator.

"Weiss! I get the last word in!" Blake huffed.

"I...was not expecting anymore visitors today." Beacon's Headmaster spun around his chair so he could face Weiss and company. He laced his fingers together.

"Wait-" Ilia whispered to Yang. "Was he seriously spending his time looking out a window? Who does that?"

"..." Yang whispered back: "I know right?"

Weiss swallowed. She walked up to the Headmaster's desk. "Our apologies, Headmaster...Ozpin. We just...umm…"

Weiss realized that she, Ilia, Yang, and Blake had neglected to actually make a plan before waltzing into one of the most important rooms in one of the four most important buildings on Remnant. ...Wasn't that an incredible oversight on their part? She blamed it on making a habit of 'winging it' when the world had been falling apart around them.

Weiss looked at her teammates for help.

Blake blinked owlishly. She was probably too busy calculating the answer least likely to get them all caught red-handed by one of the world's oldest beings in existence. Sadly, she did not calculate that it was going to take too long for her calculations to actually be useful.

Yang tilted her head as if to say: 'What, you think I have any ideas on how to get out of this mess? I usually punch my way through messes.'

Ilia blurted: "We're here to apply for a job!"

Four pairs of eyes stared at her.

"We are?" asked Yang. Blake stepped on her foot.

"Of course we are!" exclaimed Ilia. "Why else did we take the torture machine disguised as an elevator all the way up here?! Besides, I heard the pay was real good! ...Right guys? Riiiight?"

"Ilia...teaching is one of the most underpaid jobs on all of Remnant," Weiss informed Ilia.

"...That's besides the point." Ilia gave Ozpin a very forced, very fake, face-splitting smile (it looked like it hurted). "The point is, Osc-Ozpin, the four of us are totally kids-approved, very very very accomplished Huntresses that can definitely teach. ...Yeah."

In fact, Ilia was not a Huntress, Weiss retired (though technically, she never even graduated), Blake never got the papers, and Yang...was actually a Huntress. Huh. Though to say Yang and kids didn't mix very well was an understatement equal to...Salem's not too big a fan of the human race.

Ozpin tilted his head. "...So you say. But, now this is just a little bit important, who are you ladies? It seems I missed that part."

"Right, of course." Ilia nodded vigorously. "I'm Iris Amitola."

Weiss sighed in relief (as silently as possible, of course). Ilia managed to remember to use her alias. "Moon Snow," Weiss said.

"...Hound Fahroni," Blake managed through gritted teeth. When Team WIYB had to come up with aliases, Yang had won a murder bet and forced Blake, a cat faunus, to take on an alias that meant 'dog' as a practical joke. Needless to say, Blake was not, and still isn't, amused.

Yang coughed in an attempt to hide her laughs. It didn't work. "Haha...ha, ahem. Right, my name is Ryoko Xiao-"

"-Tou." Blake stepped on Yang's foot again.

"Ow!" Yang caught on. "Oh, oh-yup, totally. My name is Ryoko Xiao...Tou."

"Dammit, Blake," hissed Yang. "'Little head'?"

"...no comment." But Blake couldn't help smirking uncontrollably. Weiss guessed that a little payback went a long way. Wait-no, she knew that.

Ozpin's left eyebrow went up his forehead. "I...see. Nice to meet you, Iris, Moon, Hound, and Ryoko."

Blake twitched.

Ozpin tilted his head. "So...the four of you want to work for me."

Ilia turned to Weiss and mouthed: no, no, no, no, no, no, SHIIIIIIIT. I don't want to work for *insert bad language*! Not again!

Weiss couldn't reassure her. Ilia was the one that got them into this mess in the first place.

"...Yeah." Yang gave a weak thumbs up. "We definitely want to work for you."

"Good," said Ozpin. He smiled. "Because I can count on my fingers how many teachers we have at Beacon."

"...you've got to be kidding me," said Weiss.

Ozpin peered at her strangely.

"Hey, Weiss?"

"Yes?"

They were back on the elevator again. With a lot more paperwork this time around.

"Was Beacon really this understaffed?" asked Yang.

Weiss furrowed her brows. "We only saw...Glynda, Port, Oobleck, and Peach, if I remember correctly. Then the teachers from the other schools came in."

"Why didn't we think that was strange? Like...at all?"

"We were too busy getting caught up with criminals," said Blake. "Probably."

"...you know, when you say it like that…" Yang said. She sweatdropped.

"To be fair," said Weiss. "Beacon has very few students." Most people tended to die or otherwise fail the Initiation in various painful ways, a fact that Ozpin happily glossed over at the time.

"You know what I want to know?" said Ilia. "Why didn't Ozpin catch us? I mean, I'm great at improv, but that was bad. Like, really bad. Like I'm ashamed to be a part of it, bad."

Weiss, Blake, and Yang looked at each other.

"Ozpin did completely miss Cinder, Emerald, Mercury, and Neo," Weiss pointed out.

"Cinder was definitely older than 21 at the time too," added Blake. "She had no records at Haven Academy and the Haven students and staff were definitely confused."

"Eh." Yang shrugged. "Ozpin's just gone senile. I mean, can you blame him? He's a few thousand years old."

"Somehow, that's scary and stupid at the same time," said Ilia.

Weiss stepped off the elevator. "I suppose we should count our lucky stars then. On the upside, as Beacon staff, we won't have to worry about finding and buying a house when we don't even exist."

"Yeah…" Yang looked at her Beacon ID, where 'Ryoko Xiao-Tou' was proudly imprinted. "Blake, I am never forgiving you for this. This, this is a crime against humanity-"

"I'm a faunus. But don't worry, I never forgave you for 'Hound' either," said Blake. "Moving on, we need to establish some rules now that I'm 92.5% sure that we've dimension-traveled."

"You pulled that number out of your ass," muttered Yang. "Little head, little head...grrrrr."

Blake ignored her. "First rule of dimension-travel and time-travel in general, don't reveal that you're a-"

Blake's ears perked up. She went silent.

Weiss's eyes widened in realization. "W-We're stuck here for the foreseeable future. Which means...I might be on extended vacation. I, Weiss Schnee, do not-"

"What?"

Weiss faltered. She looked down the corridor-where four teenage girls were frozen in various walking positions. One of them, a white haired girl with cold blue eyes looked especially familiar.

Afterall, Weiss saw that face in the mirror for years.

"I don't know why I try anymore…" Blake facepalmed. "First rule of dimension and time-travel. Broken by Weiss Schnee before the first day even ended. Congratulations, Weiss."

"What?" The miniature hormonal version of Weiss repeated. She jabbed a finger at Weiss (mostly Weiss), Blake, Yang, and Ilia incredulously. "Who in the world are you people?!"

A/N: If you need an explanation as to why I'm canceling Time-Travel: Because why not? there's me pouring my guts out and pleading for forgiveness in the last chapter/announcement. I AM genuinely excited for this project though. I've developed the future version of the main leads to the point where they're separate characters on their own and created a timeline of events that I sorely needed in TT: bwn?. So there's actually a planned ending! Isn't that exciting? But as a result, the crazy had to be toned down a little bit so….eh. Oh, and some of my Future Timeline decisions might be...controversial so try not to flame me too much (I don't expect any of the things there to actually happen in RWBY canon). And of course, the Past Timeline is still subject to change. Suggestions are always considered. =)

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