Please enjoy reading and try not to get killed

No lemon. No Ainz. No Nazarick.

(Edit 04/12/2018 - I may or may have not removed the 'annoying' 2/two thing so yeah... Better for yall?)

(Edited 03/22/2020)

(Edited 01/28/2021) - Yes, very long time. What you expect? I did told you all that it would take a year for me to revise the damn thing. Its a whole rewrite btw.

YGGDRASIL, a popular online game in the year 2138, where/when technology was able to make virtual reality games. But an announcement caught players by surprise, the game shutting was down.

There were few players that stayed until the very end of the server shut down.

Two figures were idling around the outskirts of Midgard.

From the world which was the most crowded server of YGGDRASIL, now barren of activities.

A man wearing armor that would have him looked so monstrous that anyone else would have that he is a Heteromorphic. They would be right.

He was ColdStalker. An Undead Player playing as a subclass of zombie; Dark Zombie. It only gave a slight boost to the player’s stats in terms of Unholy and Dark types of magic.

Wearing a Divine Class Armor, [Death’s Guard] (Legion Judge armor from AQ Worlds). Colored white and black, with flames emitting from the joints of the armor. Skulls were its pauldrons and pads as its markings.

Wearing a skeleton helmet that most would be sure that they were of Skeleton race. The eye sockets were empty, only in it was void. The only thing filling the darkness was the glowing red eyes in it.

On his back was a huge scythe made of bones of various kinds of creatures wrapped in worn old bandages. [Unholy Scythe], able to pierce Holy and Light types of equipment without any resistance… Except those which are Divine Class.

Beside him was a human wearing a brown bear-fur coat and a bear mask cap that only obscures the upper part of his face, showing a long brown beard. Making him look like a viking from the old.

Orm Hakornasson, a human player. But he was not playing as a ‘normal’ human. Rather, a divine variant of the Human race. A Divine Human, in simple terms; immortals.

Despite a variant type of a Human, there was no given racial boost. But rather, given a slight increase and additional protection to him, and an absolute immunity to Holy magic. As they were close to being an Angel. Rather, an Angel without wings to be exact. They were still vulnerable to Evil-Karma type magic.

His equipment’s appearance would have made him look like a beginner, as he was simply wearing leather armor. But they would pay the consequences by thinking it was simply just a leather armor.

It was a Divine Class, [Force Armor]. Despite its looks on being leather, it is capable of absorbing most damage from both physical and magical, boasting high protection against penetration and able to increase agility and magical defense on the wearer.

On his person was a long, bearded battle axe. [God Splitter]. Despite its name, it was used for defending. Able to parry or counter any attack with ease, delivering a powerful counter-attack for its user against their opponent.

On his waists were two small axes. Named [Fang] and [Claw] respectively. The handle was made of unknown black wood, with its metal glimmering from the virtual reflection.

They were not alone however. Lumbering slightly behind the viking was a tattooed, armored bear that is almost the size of a small car.

Misha, a companion of Orm.

“Thanks for coming with me man.” Spoke the undead player as a smiley emoticon appeared.

“No problem man, I also wanted to see the end of this spectacle with a friend anyways. It feels depressing if you're alone.” Replied the viking.

“True…” ColdStalker said as he overlooked the plains of Midgard.

It was night time in Midgard YGGDRASIL. The game was played and timed in Real Time, able to make players know whether it was morning or night without having to check their clock's ingame. Which they still can to know the precise time.

The two hoped that there would be another release of YGGDRASIL, but it was a false hope. Both of them knew, but still hoped for it.

Gazing through the virtual horizon skies from the edge of a cliff. If it were real, they would be able to feel the breeze flowing right through them.

And if it were real, then there wouldn't be the dusty and fiery taste of air outside. The pollutant smog covering the entirety of the Earth.

“...Hey True.”

“Hm?” Orm turned to his friend, having called out his real name. “Yeah man?”

“Ever wonder why we're here?” He asked without removing his sight from the virtual horizon.

“In this game you mean?”

“No,” He shook his head. “I mean, in this world. Like, why do we create these things and possibly ignore of what's going on? Living on the bliss of heavenly ignorance from the outside its just…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence, but his friend was able to understand.

“Why are we here? Are we here to make things better? Or worse?” He said quietly, almost enough to blend in environmental background.

“...We do not get enough answers for that kind of question my friend.” He hummed. “As you said few years ago, ‘were not perfect.’”

The undead chuckled, his head bobbing up and down so slightly. “So you DO listen to my nonsense after all?”

“Hard not to.” He mused. “Plus, they pale in comparison with Alcatraz having to do that part.”

“That's because he is much older than me, you idiot.” He crossed his arms. If there was any facial manipulation, he would have made an ‘offended’ expression. Although his face was covered by a helmet, so not that it would even-

Ahem… Moving on.

“And yet, you are still learning.”

“Not just me! You're included! Even the other bastards of Clan!”

They argued on for quite a while before both of them came to a silence before laughing loudly.

ColdStalker sighed. “I will miss this…” He said sorrowfully, with a sad emoticon appearing as well.

“Aye… The times of our comrades.” He said in a rough Russian accent when he spoke the word ‘comrades’. “But damn those raids on the PK camps though, those were awesome.”

ColdStalker chuckled at the memory. “Oh yeah, I remember. Although Dub was screaming “DIE BLASPHEMOUS HERETICS!” at the top of his lungs!”

““HAHAHAHAHAAH!””

“Hahahahahaha… Good ol times.”

They then gazed silently once more and looked at the night virtual sky of Midgard.

For what felt almost hours, Orm decided to open his console and checked the time. There was only 3 minutes left.

“It's almost time.” He waved the console away.

“Hmmmm… I wonder how the others are doing?” He muttered, opening up a console and checked the Friends Lists. Almost all in his list were blanked out grey, few were bright colored green labeled “Online”.

“All the guys are online.”

“They are? Huh, should we invite them?”

“...Nah, I think they are the same as us. Enjoying the game until the end.” He waved the screen away. “Wouldn't want to ruin their own scenery.”

“If you say so.” He grunted. “And what about Boss?”

“Heh, he might be staying with the fella in Nazarick. Heard that only the Guild Master was the only one active much.”

“Damn, left alone huh? Feels sad.”

“Might be. But Boss is there, though wonder why not just gather all the rest of us and head to Nazarick?”

“No time I suppose.”

“Mhm.”

“And what about Seeker?”

“Online, but he messaged me in advance that he’ll be taking the end with a blast at Asgard.”

“Why there?” Orm raised a brow.

ColdStalker shrugged. “Dunno, he said something about screaming about staying at the top of the world or something.”

“Weird bastard huh?”

“Aren't we all?” He deadpanned before laughing. Orm following in suit.

They went quiet once again, and gazed through the silent grassy plains.

His friend checked the time once more, and it was nearing 1 minute until the end of YGGDRASIL. Fireworks were exploding up in the skies, signaling the end of YGGDRASIL. And thanking those who are staying up until the end.

“Almost there… You still teach, Lordez?”

The undead comrade was confused for a moment on what he was talking about before realizing it was about his job as an instructor. “*Chuckles* Only as a part time job now, got another job that would bring me loads of cash than the last one.”

“Is it illegal?” Orm said, concerned.

“No, of course not.” Lordez scoffed. “I'm not a criminal you dumbass.”

His friend chuckled at his reply, but continued on. “What about you? You done with that restaurant?”

“No, still working there. Hatde the place, but they got good pay. Hard to find another job that is almost the same as it.”

Lordez nodded. “Understandable… Days are still hard…”

12 seconds. . .

“...You know,” He spoke. “After all those days we spend with others, the ungrateful bastards I can tell.” They both chuckled. “But still, it was a good life.”

“Aye… It truly has been.”

“Good night man.”

“You too as well.”

‘It was fun you all…’

[3 seconds]

[2 seconds]

[1 seconds]

Both of them closed their eyes as they heard the last "beep" sound of their console notification.

Lordez opened his eyes and revealed his room, it was both organized and disorganized. He is in his living room, sitting on his gaming chair. He stretched his limbs, stood up, and went onto his merry way.

Or did that happen?

The Transfer. . .

Lordez opened his eyes and blinked in confusion.

'...What? Shouldn't I be back at the screen menu? The hell?' He then looked around and he was basically in a forest. It was night time as well.

It didn’t take long for him to notice, but he can feel the air and can smell.

“The hell? This shouldn't be… possible.” He muttered as he brought up his hands to his face. He could feel something from blocking his face, then he realized that it was his helmet.

He removed it before feeling his face with his hand again, this time he removed his gauntlet and felt his eyes widen in disbelief.

He could feel the sensation of his hand running along the skin of his face. Which shouldn't be even possible, despite the advanced technology in the era, he shouldn't be able to feel such detail of a texture alone.

Realizing something, he then examined his hand. Black-like skin with spots of scales running along on his skin.

Running along with his other hand on the exposed skin, he could feel the smoothness of the skin, and the roughness of the scales.

“...I'm in my game character…” He muttered. This was hard to take in. When the countdown finished, he expected to be back on the menu with YGGDRASIL saying on the screen “Take you for playing” or something like that before going back to his bed and sleep for his job… tomorrow.

Before he could contemplate the situation more, his thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of growling. Turning his head to see where the sound was coming from and was sourced from a wolf. Or rather a corrupted wolf.

Its fur was entirely black, save for bony plates that seemed to be around its body. It also has a white skull as its face with red glowing eyes. He would have mistaken it as a Undead mob, but with the lack of exposed flesh made him think otherwise.

Or perhaps it may be a golem of some kind?

But its appearance was very… familiar.

But for some reason he felt… nothing. If all of this is real, then he should be scared. Or another possibility is that he is in a lucid dream.

Before he could do anything, several more of the same wolves stalked out from the bushes around. Numbering almost a dozen.

“...Looks like questioning things would wait for a moment.” He grunted as he slowly stood back up and re-equipped himself before going into a stance.

“Approach if you want to die.” He said darkly before realizing something… “Wait, my voice sounds so dif-!”

A lone black wolf didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence and pounced at him.

When he expected for the wolf to be right at him, he was… confused?

The wolf was moving mid-air. Time seemed to slow down like they were moving too slow. Then it came to him that he was faster than the wolf.

Intrigued by this, he walked towards the wolf, seeing that it was still mid-air, he punched it lightly. What came afterwards was really explosive.

The wolf was instantly gone the moment he punched it, leaving only a black mist in the air. He guessed that it was his stats and being in his game avatar and a level 100, the wolves in front of him are weak. Below the minimum threat level if they were able to be taken out in a single light punch. He didn’t even put enough effort into that punch!

As he contemplated what happened, the wolves froze in instant fear and disbelief. Never have they seen their brethren to be gone the moment the human threw a ‘weak’ punch at that.

At first, they encountered the human… strange. He smelled rotten, with a dark essence that would go the same for them, and yet at the same time not.

This darkness felt old, primordial, and even powerful. It felt unknown to them. It was the same darkness, and yet different.

“Maybe if I… {Aura of Fear}.” The moment he casted it, the wolves instantly turned into black mists with black liquid exploding from them before the blood itself seemed to be disintegrating…

Wait, black appearance with red glowing eyes, skull for its head, black blood turning to particles…

“I'm in RWBY!?” The revelation shocked him.

Wait, according to many isekai references, there are also fanfictions that have the main characters to be transported in another world entirely. Sometimes the protag knew the world itself because… they were fiction from their perspective.

*ROAR!*

The sound of a loud roar echoed throughout the forest. Although the roar sounded so familiar that it was almost the same from-

“Orm!” He realized before dashing to the sound of the Orm’s roaring skill.

He was surprised to see that he was faster than he was back in his own world, hell, he felt even more lighter and powerful! But he shrugged it off easily as he remembered he was an undead, being tired is impossible for a being like him. Let alone running out of stamina and being stronger than a living being.

He was nearing the sounds, as came a loud battle cry and bear roars growing closer and clearer. He arrived to see Orm standing in the middle of the clearing with his long axe drawn, and Misha the bear with a slowly disintegrating Grimm in its neck.

They were surrounded by dead Beowolves all around them, twice the number than his first encounter.

“Orm!” He called out as he ran up to him.

The viking turned around and made a big smile. “Lordez! Looks like we're still in the game eh? Things looked more realistic now!”

“Actually I don’t think we're still in the game.”

“Eh? What the hell are you talking about? We're still in our avatars!”

He facepalmed at his friend’s simplicity. He is smart, but not quick to his wits. “Put your finger on your pulse. You’ll know the reason why.”

“Ok, if you say so…!” He did what he was told and when he did, he was stunned by the revelation.

“Having second thoughts on this being a game?”

“Wait… So we’re in another world? In our YGGDRASIL avatars!?” He shouted. “And this is real!?”

“Uhhh, yeah-”

“HELL YEAH!!!!” He shouted loud enough that they could hear the echoes of his words in the forest. “NEW WORLD HERE WE COME!” He bellowed.

“Although I think I know where we are.”

“Really?” Orm said excitingly, the concept of them transferred into another world like those Isekai stories. “And why do you sound weird?”

“Same goes for you. And I think actually it might be us melding in with our game avatars.”

“So it's like Log Horizon!” His friend grinned wildly. “Hell yeah!”

“And back to where “I know where we are”, was in an animated show called RWBY.”

“Really? The series of whom the creator of it died and the rest of the series gradually went to shit?”

“Yep.”

“Huh. Neat.” He huffed before petting Misha on the head, much to its delight for his master’s attention. “Soft… So what do we do now?”

“Orient ourselves on what place we are in, and I think we're in the place where I think we are, then good enough.”

“And what if we were in someplace different?” He smiled cheekily.

“Then pray to the One Above that it's not.” He deadpanned.

. . .

The two friends had become adjusted to the situation, with extreme testing if they were able to function properly with spells, skills and equipment. Anything that won't make a blow-out to the entire world and call for unwanted attention.

Lordez had told his friend that they would need to blend in with the world’s inhabitants without making too much attention. While he was sure they were in RWBY considering the monsters they had encountered, there could also be Players transferred into this world if they were able to.

And with the {Create Item} and low-level gear from which the both of them were lucky not to throw their old sets away because of sentimental value, they made themselves a new alias.

Lordez wore a black-hooded trench coat, black shirt with a spider symbol that seems to wrap the entire cloth, black baggy pants, and arm-gloves with a skeleton cosmetic.

He also had to use a skin cosmetic that would hide his Undead appearance, but it didn’t change much of it.

Black maroon hair, red-slit eyes, some parts of his body including his face weren't removed by the black scales, and Pallor-Caucasian skin that would make him seem like a hybrid abomination. In this world’s terms, he would be seen as a Faunus of some kind.

Gone (in his inventory) of his monstrous-looking armor, into a mysterious yet ragged looking mercenary.

Equipped with a sniper rifle on his back, a shoddy-looking scythe made out of bones wrapped in bandages, yellow-jacket metal gauntlets with three holes for its knuckles.

For his friend; his new appearance, as much as he hated to change it, was his eyes are now colored red with a small mix of blue. His majestic heart was replaced by a clean stubble, scars were marked all around his body. Giving him an “experienced veteran” vibe, along that he looked like he went through hell.

He then wore his usual bear cap but changed his bear-coat with less extravagance than his original one. A leather jacket with a black and green shirt, armored pants, leather gloves and heavy boots.

Switching his heavy axe with a Executioner’s sword, and his dual axe with a normal looking long axe.

Lordez had placed small enchantments that would restrict their full strength and not accidentally destroy a mountain. Much to Orm’s reluctance, he made a good point.

Misha also had to take off its armor, switching for a simple padding with a cloth over it. He was a Spirit Bear, so unless there is an enemy that can harm it with enough magic beyond level 90, he was covered with tribal tattoos that acted as magical armor.

So they were under-leveled around 55-60. With a quick-switch of equipment, they would change back to their original equipment if necessary.

He then explained what the Grimm are, Aura, Huntsman, the immature Gods who ruled the world before it turned into Remnant.

Orm was at least disappointed that there wouldn't be anything in Remnant to make him release his full strength. The Elder Grimm might be a challenge for him, but not enough to satisfy a good fight in full strength.

Salem however, might be. Since she is the master of the Grimm and uses magic that is different from theirs. It might be weaker than theirs, but maybe efficient.

That and he hates her. Such a thot. Though the immature Brother Gods just eliminated the whole of Humanity in the first world because of Salem’s bitchery.

But hey, they get to enjoy new pleasures in this world. Food that doesn't taste like shit, cheap and delicious, and fresh air and clear skies. And best of all, no one telling what the hell they would do and no bosses to hear screaming at them!

“So, where are we headed then? You got a spell that finds a place right?”

“Not exactly…” He muttered before using a reconnaissance spell {Scan}, it would cost MP depending on the range. The further the range is, the more MP it uses. As to not make it broken for the game.

Directing a specific thing for the spell to locate a large cluster of living beings of a civilization within a 20km radius.

It only took almost a minute for the spell to give him the results.

“I’ve located a couple of places to check.” He pointed to his right. “That over there is probably Beacon. Over there is Vale considering the amount of people in it, while there are small clusters about a few clicks from us so they are probably villages.”

“Soooo… Should we head to Beacon then?”

“And risk Ozpin to know about our existence? We don’t know if the plot is changed due to our presence in this world, or that this is an alternate universe of RWBY.” He shook his head. “Safe bet is Vale.”

“Jeez, you're too damn paranoid.”

“HAH, thanks. It's my specialty.”

“No shit, you're like that guy in Ainz Ooal Gown.”

“You mean the guildmaster?” He tilted his head slightly.

“Yeah. But anyways, we’re headed to Vale or what?”

Lordez chuckled. “You're really impatient.”

Casting a {Mass Fly} on the three of them, it took 2 falls from Orm to get used to the flying spell. Lordez also casted {Invisibility} as to not have anyone see them flying, would cause unwanted attention and questions.

They flew out of the forest and reached onto a nearby large lake. The scenery looked like what they would normally see in videos.

“...I still can't believe we're actually here.” Orm muttered breathlessly, gazing upon the beautiful scene right in front of them.

“...Me too… Me too…” He said slowly as they took in whatever they saw with their own eyes.

The trees from the forest they hear brushing against the oncoming wind, the water from the lake they hear crashing and waving against the shores, the breeze that went against them smelt clear; without any impurities like their old world.

It was unbelievably real.

What felt like an eternity staring at the nightly horizon, Lordez decided to experiment something…

‘{Message}!’

A beep sounded off in Orm’s head before hearing his friend’s words.

[Hello? This thing working? You hear me?] Orm turned to Lordez in shock.

“This you talking?” Lordez nodded, removing Orm’s concern.

[So this is how {Message} sounds huh? Whew, first I thought it was some voice in my head and me going crazy] He chuckled.

Lordez laughed a little. [You really find some moments funny]

[Maybe brodir, maybe. Our sense of humor is rather… Different]

[You could say that again with the gang, although Jason might have a different idea on that. Also Leon, the ever so philosopher of our clan]

[You know, I wonder if the others are here as well]

[Speaking of those pricks, did you try contacting them as well?]

Lordez went quiet before disconnecting the link and activating again, he waited for a couple of moments before the beep went dead.

“None huh?” Orm assumed, since there was no reaction to his friend’s face. There would be if he managed to connect with someone.

The undead player sighed in frustration. So they were truly alone in this world… Not really, since they got a bear companion to keep in company with them.

“It might be a matter that we have no contact with anyone in this world. The spell would have connected if those assholes are here, and wouldn't work the same to any other Players which we don’t know.”

The viking chuckled. “True, imagine the capabilities in spamming {Message} to remove the focus on the others and surprising them as well. But it's understandable that the shitty devs balanced that out.”

“But not the game itself they didn’t!”

Both of them let out a laugh. Misha, flying slightly behind his master, tilted his head in confusion before letting out a dismissive grunt and shut his eyes out while hovering on the air.

“Now, lets move. Otherwise we’d be stuck staring at the night skies.” Orm grinned as he reminded his friend of whatever he was planning at.

Lordez blinked before smirking. “Yeah, we won't be leaving this world soon anyways…”

‘Hopefully not…’ He mused internally as he led them towards Vale.

The trip was peaceful and calm. It didn’t take an hour for them to reach Vale. With the night covering their flight, they grounded themselves onto a rooftop.

There were barely any people walking on the streets, so he assumed it was already somewhat evening already.

Reminds him of his own place…

“So how do we do this?” Orm said as he examined the area with a curious gaze. “We found an abandoned building? Grab some cash from the thugs? Kill and pillage the place?”

Lordez gave his friends a deadpanned look before shaking his head in annoyance.

“I don’t know what time line we are in, or whether we are in the canon universe…” He hummed, ignoring his friend’s initial suggestions. Although finding abandoned buildings would be a good start.

Just as he was about to speak, gunshots rang throughout the streets. Curious enough, he decided to lean onto the source of the noise and saw something that would have surprised him but somewhat… expected.

Ruby easily deals with Torchwick’s thugs outside of the shop of From Dust Till Dawn.

Lordez sighed in resignation while Orm hummed on the sight of a small teenage girl easily wielding a huge ass scythe that is at least twice the size of her.

“So… Is that this Ruby girl you mentioned about? The girl with Silver Eyes?” He said they witnessed her throw around the goons on the ground with just a single swing of her scythe.

Although, he was amused to hear a girl like her to be a weapon’s maniac.

“Yes, but I didn’t expect to know that we are in the first episode of the series.” Lordez drawled irritatingly. “So we’ll be expecting Ozpin to find us soon.”

“And what's the problem in that? I mean, the old man could barely hold up against Cinder in full Maiden juice. And he is supposedly on par with the Witch Bitch-”

“You're gonna call her that now?” He lazily assumed.

“Maybe,” He shrugged unrelentingly. “but continuing on; how was someone from the first world which the Brother Gods had lived in, unable to defeat someone who just gained full magical powers?”

“Many good reasons. One of them was that he gave half of the powers to 4 girls, which were called “Maidens” by then, making his magical efficiency weaken.”

“Really stupid of him. I mean, he had several lifetimes to think about, and he just gave them up easily?” He snorted at the thought of giving up your strength when your goal is to rid a powerful entity harboring in the world.

“True, but considering someone who’s life is fucked up and cursed beyond resurrection, I think he deserves much of it.” He reasoned.

*BOOM*

They turned and saw a Bullhead hovering above the roof to where Ruby and Torchwick were having a little standoff on.

The bowl-hatted thief got onto the Bullhead and threw a vial of Red-Dust to Ruby, who was slow to react at the explosive object thrown right at her face.

Lordez was able to teleport just in time to block the explosion from Ruby, the damage nullified by his levels.

“You really need to be fast when something is coming right at you, little girl.” He scolded the girl, who’s head seemed to be processing the scene right in front of her.

“Huntsman!?” Torchwick exclaimed in surprise, not expecting a Huntsman to arrive in the scene so suddenly. He quickly went to the cockpit to warn Cinder about the new arrival.

Lordez fisted his hands and aimed his knuckles towards the vessel. The barrels of his gauntlets extended several inches outward before firing its steel wrath upon the poor vehicle.

The rate of fire was comparable to a minigun firing, and while the question of how such a small yet almost seemingly impractical design of a weapon has managed to keep lots of ammunition, it's obviously magic. But none of them would have guessed that.

Luckily for them, the rounds were unable to penetrate the Bullhead’s hull fully, but it was enough to deal damage to its engines.

The undead player would quickly end their lives without any effort at all, but they were needed due to the character development and that they have some use in the near future… he assumed.

Cinder turned at the newly arrived figure and summoned a pillar of fire beneath them.

Orm was just in time to pick up Ruby out of the danger zone and Lordez dodged the fire easily.

Then something clicked in his head. Glynda was supposed to arrive and block the explosion from harming Ruby, but he hadn't noticed her around.

It didn’t take almost a minute for him to process that in his head before seeing another circle of fire that is going to explode underneath his feet.

He decides he won't move, wanting to see if Cinder’s attack would be able to damage him while in a weakened state.

*BOOM*

Cloud of smoke and dust surrounded him. And when it dissipated, he could really see the shock of Cinder’s eyes widen in disbelief.

He was disappointed that the attack was unable to damage him in a weakened state. Was his equipment nullifying the damage and considered it low? Though he noticed he saw some small additional chips and cuts on his overcoat.

Humming in thought, Cinder summoned several more circles of fire. With that, he took several steps backward, dodging the attack.

He then noticed that the Bullhead was now flying away. While he could use {Fly} to catch up to them, it would be foolish to show off too many cards. That, and also low profile.

And almost just in time, he heard new footsteps approaching him before stopping at a certain distance.

Glynda arrived, although he couldn’t help but wonder if their intervention made her late compared to the canon episode.

“So she is using a riding crop as a weapon? Seems… Impractical.” Orm couldn’t help but mutter that fact out loud.

“Who are you? Are you Huntsman?” She asked while glaring down at the two seemingly large, intimidating figures who are a head taller than the two of them.

“Not quite, but we are capable enough to become one.” Lordez replied. He wasn’t lying.

Her eyes narrow into a sharpened blade. It was enough to give a normal person mysterious shivers. But they were not normal.

“Then you will be coming with me.”

Lordez looked at Orm, then back to her. “Sure, why not?”

After almost an hour, they arrived at a nearby police station and settled in a dark, ominous-looking room used for interrogations.

Which they are sitting through right now.

Misha on the other hand is outside the front door of the police station, to not make the policemen inside be… afraid of a big ass bear who is sleeping like a teddy bear.

The two tuned out to what Glynda is scolding Ruby just as in canon.

Glynda sighed, finished talking about what ifs and scolding the poor teen. She had seen many children perish due to many reasons. Being naive is one of them

“But, there is someone else here who would like to meet you.”

[Hey,] Calling out to his friend, who was leaning against the wall behind him. [he’s coming]

Lordez folded his arms as the door opened, revealing Ozpin with a plate of cookies and a cup of which smelled like coffee.

“Ruby Rose… You have silver eyes.” The Headmaster slightly leaned forward towards Ruby, who felt real uncomfortable at his behavior

‘...Awkward.’ The three sitting thought in unison.

“Where did you learn to do this?” He asked and gestured to the scroll of which Glynda was holding, showing Ruby her taking down the goons with her scythe.

“F-From Signal Academy.” She answered with meekness.

“They taught you to use one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed?”

Orm chuckled. “A gardening tool is considered one of the most dangerous? I hate to see a grass cutter being one of them then.”

Ruby giggled. She did think about it, but being able to be like her uncle Qrow and her mom who used a scythe as a weapon!

Ozpin eyed at him for a good minute. “And may I ask what were you two doing in the middle of the night?”

Lordez raised his head slightly. “We were taking a midnight stroll under the moonlit light, then suddenly we heard noises, we decided to investigate the situation and then we found this girl” He gestured to Ruby. “was fighting against a group of thugs which she took them down easily. And when Torchwick threw a red-dust filled vial, I protected Ruby from the explosion caused from it.”

“I see…” Ozpin hummed. By how the Headmaster is giving a look at them, it seemed ominous.

“You see, one teacher in particular…” He placed down the plate filled with cookies, which Ruby in turn ate them in stride. It surprised Orm that the cookies, almost a size of Ruby’s hand, suddenly disappeared into crumbs in just one bite.

“It's just that I’ve only seen one other scythe-wielder with that skill before. A dusty old crow…”

"Mhmmm! Thash mah unkle!" Ruby said with enthusiasm. The two chuckled at the cute sight. It almost made her look like a squirrel with its cheeks full.

"She means and I quote: "That's my uncle." " Lordez replied.

"You understand what she says with her mouth full?" He turns to Lordez.

Lordez shrugged. "I've known some things..."

"Hmmm..." Ozpin looked at him for a good while and turned back to Ruby.

"Yes. That's my uncle Qrow. He's a teacher at Signal! I was complete garbage when he took me under his wing. And now I'm all wooyahh! Hachya!" Ruby starts to make some hand gestures and poorly imitated handchops. Orm laughed lightly at what he's seeing, Lordez just looked away and covered his eyes, but he was smirking a little bit.

He knew it was coming but… it was so embarrassing to even witness it in person.

"So I've noticed." He placed his coffee on the table. "And what is an adorable girl such as yourself doing at school designed to train warriors?"

"Well..." Ruby started. "I want to be a Huntress." She said with bits of confidence in her tone.

"So you want to slay monsters?"

"...Yeah!" She paused a sec. "I only have a couple more years of training left at Signal. And then I'm going to apply to Beacon. You see, my sister's starting there this year, and she's starting to become a Huntress, and I'm trying to become a Huntress 'cause I wanna help people. My parents also taught us to help others, so I thought; "Hey, I might as well make a career out of it!". I mean the police are alright, but the Huntsman and Huntresses are just so much more romantic and exciting and really, gosh, you know!"

There was a silent and really awkward moment there. Orm was just mentally head broken by how a girl like her can speak like that. "...So you wish to help others by becoming a Huntress." Lordez broke the awkwardness.

"Yes!" She replied with almost no hesitation.

Lordez stared at her for a good couple of minutes before sitting up straight and leaning towards Ruby. Making her feel uncomfortable at the close contact of personal space.

"...But are you prepared for what is coming?" He asked her, causing her to be in deep thought.

"No matter what happens, I want to help people when I become a Huntress!" She said with no hint of worry and spoke in a tone of confidence and with small pride. Almost remembering her from one of the characters of a certain anime that involves a dumb but yet prideful strawhat wearing captain.

Lordez and Ozpin smiled at the little girl's innocent determination. Lordez then leaned back, causing Ruby to sigh in relief.

“...Do you know who I am then?” Ozpin asked, while eyeing at the two unknowns.

"Your Professor Ozpin. You're the Headmaster of Beacon." Ruby replied.

He smiled. “Hi.”

“Nice to meet you.” Ruby nodded her head.

“Do you want to come to my school?”

Ruby’s eyes shone. “More than anything!”

Ozpin glanced at his secretary, who just made a small “hmph” as she looked away. Not wanting to take responsibility for this.

"Well okay." He smiled.

She smiled in excitement. Though she failed to notice the tense atmosphere that Ozpin was staring at the other two.

“As with that, you may leave now Ms Rose.” Ozpin smiled at her. “I have something to discuss with these gentlemen.”

She blinked the dreamy daze away, now noticing that there were also the other two in the room. Without any word, she took the last batch of cookies and left the room. She turned back and looked at Orm and Lordez one more time before the door closed.

The moment the door closes, silence ensues. It didn’t take long for Ozpin to break it.

“I apologize for that, I would rather not have Miss Rose to be in discussion of… What we are now about to discuss.”

“Supposedly about us not being in the database?” He guessed.

Ozpin hummed. “Yes, and considering the coincidence that you have arrived in time to encounter Torchwick and his assailant in their escape.”

“...You are suspicious of us aren't you?” Orm bluntly stated.

Glynda shifted in her steps, but Ozpin didn’t faze from that. Not even a bit.

“May I have your names, gentlemen?”

“Lordez Grimm.”

“Orm Hakonarsson.”

“Odd names… Especially yours, Mr Grimm.” He turned towards the undead.

He frowned. “Blame my family on naming me along with the monsters, not the child. They have a twisted humor in the naming sense.”

Orm glanced towards his friend. Knowing the real reason behind why he chose to identify himself with that last name.

“I understand. Some secrets are meant to be forgotten.” He nodded. “Although, I would guess that you two are not from here?”

Lordez narrowed his eyes. ‘He knows…’

“No we aren't.” He shook his head. “Were new here.”

Ozpin was staring at them for a long time.

“Would you like a job in Beacon?”

“...Huh?” Orm said with a confused surprise.

“What!?” Glynda exclaimed shockingly.

“Explain.” Lordez meanwhile, was keeping his composure. Or trying to.

“Considering the fact that you both are not registered within the system and putting you under arrest for impersonating a Huntsman is what I feel is a waste.”

“Wha-!? Ozpin, we don’t know these men!” Glynda retorted.

“Even so,” Lordez said, ignoring the secretary’s outburst. “what makes you so sure that we would accept your… offer to Beacon? Just like your secretary here, you do not know much about us.”

“Indeed I do not.” He agreed. “But what I see in you is potential to guide the students to become Huntsman and Huntresses. And based on what was caught on camera, your skills in combat are most likely professional.”

“...So its either blacklist or forced take in-”

“I wouldn't say ‘forced’, Mr Grimm. Rather, you have a choice. However, I would let it slide considering the circumstances…”

He stared at him for several long moments before releasing a sigh. “Very well, we accept.”

Ozpin smiled. Orm placed his hand onto his friend’s shoulder.

“Oi, you sure this is right?”

He nodded. [Yes. Considering the fact that I know nothing about the place of Vale other than keypoint locations shown in the show, pun not-intended your wondering, Beacon is rather a good place for us to stay]

[Yea but-]

[Just do it]

Orm glared at him before grumbling in annoyance and folding his arms. He then looked towards the Headmaster.

“On one condition.” He said sternly.

“Name it.”

“I’ll work in Beacon as a security guard. Just give me a place to live in and free food for me to eat. At least 500 lien is enough for me. Misha comes with us as well.”

“The bear?” He raised a brow.

“Yes.”

“Acceptable terms then, very well.” He nodded, much to his secretary’s conflict.

“Ozpin! You can't be serious!”

“Now now Glynda, I’m very well certain that Mr Hakonarsson here will be able to take care of his… companion.” He said reassuringly.

“That's not what I meant!”

[These two really look like a lovely couple] Orm smirked.

[Yeah, except one is much older than the other] Lordez hummed.

Name: Lordez Grimm / "ColdStalker"

Epithet: Grim's Follower, Death's Guide, Harbinger of Death, (Son of the Lord of Death)-(Spoilers!)

Race: Heteromorphic Race - Zombie - Dark Zombie

Allegiance: Member (former) to the "Hateful Eights" Clan (Ally to Ainz Ooal Gown)

Karma: Neutral 300 Lawful

Level: 100 (somewhere 55 since he weaken himself) (You cant weaken your self below 50)

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Racial Level:

Lord of Hel (5) (The difference of HighLord of Hel and Lord of Hel. HighLord of Hel is stronger than Lord of Hel. Kinda like an upgraded version)

Dark One (5) (Upgraded version of an Undead Race: Zombie but focus's and has focus bonus when using Unholy/Dark magic)

High Undead (10)

Job Class:

Dark Sorcerer (5)

Dark Slayer (10)

Expert Gunner (10)

Cursed Knight (10)

Weapons Master (10)

Armored Mage (10)

Trainer (15)

Others (15)

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HP: 79 (46)

MP: 72 (51)

Phy. Atk: 75 (53)

Phy. Def: 67 (50)

Mag. Atk: 49 (54)

Mag. Def: 86 (59)

Agility: 68 (58)

Resistance: 100+ (86 but when restrictions are remove they'll be back to the same exceeding Limit)

Special Ability: 71 (56)

Total: 668+ (513 weaken)

Name: True M / "Orm Hakonarsson"

Epithet: Wild Berserker, Lone Wanderer/Wolf, Earth Shaker

Race: Human - Immortal Human

Allegiance: Member (former) of the "Men of Iron Will" Guild, Ally to "Hateful Eights" Clan (Ally to "Ainz Ooal Goal")

Karma: Positive 600 Chaotic Neutral

Level: 100 (somewhere about 55 since he weaken himself more than 50)

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No Racial level since he is "Human"

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Job Level:

World Shaker (5)

Champion of Niflheim (5)

Divine Berserker (5)

High Warlord (10)

Anti-Magic Warrior(10)

Beast Master (15)

Raider (15)

Others/Etc: (10)

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HP: 89 (67 weaken)

MP: 43

Phy. Atk: 90 (59) (Exceeds limit when enraged)

Phy. Def: 82 (57) (Exceeds limit when enraged)

Mag. Atk: 25

Mag. Def: 75 (57) (lowers to 45 when enraged)

Agility: 76 (65) (Exceeds limit when enraged)

Resistance: 100 (57)

Special Ability: 87 (65)

Total: 667 (486 since he is weaken)

(Lets just say Orm doesn't mainly focused himself on magic, but he's got a few)