I am rewriting the chapters for "he who watches Vale" I am going to redo most of it, change it more not just "regurgitating" canon, News Flash: Rorschach is not going to Beacon. At least not as fast. or for the same reason.

Anywho, let's get on with this.

AN: Thanks you readers and the six who reviewed, thank you for all the support, and helping with my mistakes. Yeah, corner, not conner, I hate when doc is wanting to replace corner with conner for some reason.

{Also, I am keeping Rory the same age as he was, unless given a proper, over the top way [or a good reason] to make him younger.}

{Rorschach POV}

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Falling.

In darkness.

I didn't feel solid.

I felt shattered.

Jon killed me, couldn't let Ozymandias false Utopia's peace be shattered. Conveniently finding his humanity again, after millions have died.

Sent my journal to a radio station, before going to Antarctica. The truth will be revealed.

I feel something putting me back together. Blue energy starts to shine around me.

There was a bright flash. Then I was lying in an alleyway, looking up at a shattered moon, and stars that don't belong to earth. The buildings were a bit brighter, the passageway was cleaner and didn't stink with trash.

So, Jon didn't killed me. Just sent me somewhere. 'Herm.'

I got up, and check myself. My face was lying beside me, I still have everything that I took with me to Antarctica. My grapple in my inside pocket, my face over my mask, fedora on my head, hands in my trench coat pockets. I moved toward the end of the alley.

As I got closer to the exit, I saw two people assaulting a woman. I walk quietly up to them. When I reached them, I grab one by the arm, and forcefully extended it beyond the range. The arm gave a squelch as the chelidon rip and blood pump out of the wound. Before the man could scream; I punch him in the larynx then the trachea, cutting off any ability to breathe and talk.

He flat back onto the ground clutching his throat with his good arm. His partner looks up from the woman, to see a switchblade arcing to his pterion. The blade gave a "squish" and crunch as it sink through the weak point and cutting through the brain. I pull the blade out, allowing blood to gush out at a faster pace. The tip of the blade was broken, and blood covered all but where my hand grips.

I look over to the woman, and notice that she has a pair of dog ears. As for the beating, she only got a few bruises and is bleeding from the right ear, where it looks like it was pulled a bit to hard. She was still conscious, and she looked at me with fear. She got up, able to walk, ran out of the alley, and down the street.

I walk out of the alley way, and walk toward the opposite direction than the girl.

After a while, I had to take my face off to hide from local authorities. They seem to actually care about their city.

I took off my face, as Rorschach is not needed right now, right now "Walter" needs to find a library.

I found a library, and it's open. Right now, by the wall clock, it is now 7. Sun's starting to rise. Need to learn history. Thankfully, they wrote in english, or did Jon put the local language in my head? Doesn't matter, must research.

I walk up and down aisles, looking for a history book. I see a medium thick book title, "From Dust- A Synopsis of Remnants History." I pick it up, and walk to a little conner and start to read.

(Time Skip- 2 hours)

I finished reading the book. I don't trust most of it, because of its bias standings against the Faunus Species. I return it to it's proper spot and search for more unbiased books. Found little. The majority is either Pro-Humans or Pro-Faunus. "Hrmm." I mutter quietly, but it apparently got the attention of the woman down the aisle.

She look at me, and says, "Trouble finding something?"

I looked toward her, and notice that she is an attendant of the library. I say, "Just trying to find unbiased history books."

She nods, and pulls out a book from the stack behind her. She hands it to me with a smile, "Take it, we were going to throw it away. It's still in good condition, but it is old and the cover is starting to peel."

I take it with a nod, "Thank you," and walk out of the library.

I walk down the street, looking for a way to aquire currency. I slip into a back alley and found a temporary place to stay, for now. It was a simple box, and pretty sure, it's a one day stay, because someone else will take it when I leave. Doesn't matter, need to rest, before fighting crime.

{3rd. POV}

[Location- Beacon]

(9 PM)

A man dressed in green was looking out a giant wall window, staring down at the campus that is Beacon. A ding rang through the office as an elevator door opens to show a blonde woman in a dress and cape, with a riding crop in hand. She opens her mouth to speak, but the man beat her to it. "Glynda, what do you think of the current teams?"

The woman, now known as Glynda, replies with, "They are up to standards, Ozpin, except team CRDL, and Jaune Arc of JNPR. While Jaune is improving, he's still quite a bit behind, team CRDL aren't even trying to improve."

"Good, now Glynda tell me, what's the news down in Vale?" The man, now named Ozpin, inquires.

"There is a crime spree as, we know, by Roman Torchwick, a few crimes done by local gangs, and a murder of two males in an alleyway by "From Dust till Dawn," poor man can't find a break." She says, as she scan through her scroll.

"Tell me about the murder." Ozpin take a sip of coffee, and looks towards Vale.

She opens the file, and says, "Two males, around 20 of age, signs of intoxication, both identified as David Gin, and Jake Van. David died by blood loss and suffocation, injuries include a torn chelidon and crushed trachea and larynx. Jake was killed by a knife to the pterion, with a broken blade and skull fractures in the brain. They were killed quickly and without remorse, no signs of struggle, but both have broken knuckles, but no bruising on themselves."

"Anything else?"

"There was blood from a third person, but it was slightly older than the victims. From the placement, the males were facing the unknown person, possibly standing over, and the murder came from behind David, and broke his arm, then incapacitated his ability to warn his friend. Jake hearing movement or notice his friend not helping or replying to him, turn to the murder just in time for the blade to hit his pterion, killing him. By the damage to the knuckles, it was likely that the two were hitting something, either before the incident or during."

"Interesting, keep an eye out for any development." Ozpin

"Yes, sir." She says, before leaving to the elevator.