Journal Entry 1

Day 1 in Unknown World

So, yeah. Our experiment was a…how to put in succinctly…decidedly catastrophic failure. And not like, 'Oh no, our multimillion dollar experiment wasn't built correctly' or 'shucks, the vats of sulfuric acid and water mixed. Whoops' kind of failures either. I mean like someone died kind of thing.

It just happened minutes ago and I'm still coming to terms with it. Hard to write about it really, so I'm just going to not. It's not like I need a way to remember it, it'll be hard to forget it anyhow.

What was supposed to be an experiment on quantum tunneling ended up with me falling out of my own location. I passed through some kind of portal (though I hesitate to use this term, there was no other name for it) and to the outskirts of some kind of village.

A precursory, and admittedly panicked, review of my immediate surroundings revealed some, what Todd back home would say, 'super wacky shit going on'.

The plants didn't seem to be any type I had ever seen before. The air itself seemed to taste different, though I just pinned that on lack of pollution. I also felt lighter, not like emotionally or anything, but physically. I could jump higher, and things fell at a slower rate.

The Sun (because screw making up a new name) seemed about the same size as Earth's Sun. It was just as bright, which didn't help me at all. Pale skin plus searing sun was not a good combination.

I scrambled into the shade of a nearby tree with leaves similar to that of a Maple's but with small holes along each 'arm'. I stayed there for a while, contemplating my surroundings. I had some materials like wires, some food, and extra clothes in my backpack.

There were also some mechanical tools in there like a small drill and screwdriver. Don't judge me, keeps me from misplacing things when they're in a bag together.

This is where I'm writing this journal entry. Will decide what to do next after a rest.

Journal Entry 2

Day 1 in Unknown World

I sat there for a while, deciding on the next course of action. If this world was inhabited by only non-intelligent animals, I was 100% screwed. I knew jack about survival. My go-to quick energy food is a fruit-and-nut bar, and you don't find very many of those in the wild.

If the world was inhabited, firstly I would squeal in excitement. On the inside of course, I have a reputation. I'd then try not to get murdered or put in a zoo. A white upright hairless ape? People would go bananas for that. Pun unintended.

I left the shade of the tree when the Sun started to touch the tops of the trees. I scouted the area to find where moss was densest to get an idea of where moisture was coming from. I then walked in that direction until I found a small stream gurgling merrily.

Civilizations generally flourished on river banks, but this was no river. I have started following it downstream, excited to see what type of life grows here.

I feel like a pioneer, not like those chumps that died though. Hopefully I don't contract disease and die in a pit somewhere. That would be a waste.

Journal Entry 3

Day 1, Unknown Planet

Goooooddaaaamn. I had no idea how boring documenting plants and animals is. Everything seems to be similar to Earth's creatures but with small variations in form. They were all slightly bigger, probably due to the reduced gravity.

It doesn't help that the stream hasn't merged with anything yet. I ate a bar for dinner along with some water, but that leaves me with 2 more bars and most of the water bottle. If I don't get more food from somewhere, I'll die from exposure, hunger, and dehydration all at once.

Journal Entry 4

Day 2, Unknown Planet

I found a nice tree to sleep in last night. It had lots of branches, no thorns or sap on the bark, and it was dense with leaves.

I had seen no animals larger than a rabbit so far, but that didn't mean I was going to nod off next to flowing water.

And now I'm stuck in here.

It's currently dawn. And there's something sniffing around under my tree. Disadvantage of the leaf screen: I can't see out at all. So I have no idea what bastard interrupted my sleep.

So now I'm just waiting here, hoping whatever it was gets bored and leaves. It sounds as big as a large dog based on its breathing, and I don't want to risk getting Super Rabies before getting by throat ripped out.

So now I crouch in this tree, waiting for it to piss off. My pen seems to be running low on ink as well, which means this form of meager entertainment is going to disappear soon.

Things couldn't really become worse.

Jaune finished the sentence and put the journal back into his backpack. He had been sketching and writing a journal about everything he had seen after landing in this world. If he ever made it back to Earth it would prove to be very compelling evidence for his account.

His stomach rumbled a little. All he had to eat was a bar about 8 hours ago and he was getting hungry again. He didn't dare to eat with a potentially hostile animal under his tree.

His position wasn't the most comfortable either, but he had made do with the leaves and branches that surrounded him. So he just sat there, like some sort of leafy part of the forest, feeling quite strange at the circumstances.

The loud snuffling stopped suddenly, causing Jaune to stiffen. If these things behaved anything like wolves back home, now would be the time when they…

HOOOWWWLLLL. The howl was followed by loud growls and the sound of claws scraping the bark of the tree.

And there it is. Now he's got my scent, the whole pack will follow and soon, bye bye Jaune.

Jaune broke off a section of a thin branch nearby and stripped it of leaves. It was meager protection, but there was a chance that it might scare off the creature if it managed to climb up to him.

A snowball's chance in an oven but still, it was psychologically comforting.

The growling grew louder and become delocalized. The scrabbling increased in volume and then suddenly dropped. The leaves below Jaune started swaying faster and more erratically.

Jaune could almost feel the presence of the creature on the other side of the leaf cover. A snout poked through and Jaune had to consciously hold still.

It was unnaturally jet black and depthless. Not just black fur or skin, but true blackness. The smoothness of it threw off all attempts at depth perception and so it seemed like a shadow had moved the leaves apart.

Jaune held his breath as the snout turned to smell in his direction. It paused for a second. Jaune's lungs burned. Each millisecond felt like a minute as the creature decided whether the smell was worth investigating.

A sudden barking around the base of the tree caused Jaune to flinch backwards and almost fall off his branch perch.

The snout twitched and the tree shook as the creature tried to leap up at him. Jaune caught sight of a long, sleek body that looked just like its snout before he was being tackled backwards out of the tree.

The skin of the animal felt slimy and smooth, with a certain give to it. That was all Jaune could notice before something else slammed into the creature on top of him.

Something grabbed his shirt and slowed him down enough that the ground only drove his breath out rather than break his back. Jaune gasped for air, stars swimming in his vision. He turned to his side and grasped his side as he struggled to pull in air.

There was a quick flurry of motion near the base of the tree, red and white twirling around black blobs.

Jaune blinked a few times to clear the tears from his eyes as he struggled to stand up. It was a hard fall, and Jaune was just happy there were no rocks where he landed.

The image cleared up to reveal a human walking up to him. As if that wasn't weird enough, there was a huge sword on his shoulders, with lines crossing its width. The black bodies of 4 of the attacking creatures lay around the trunk of the tree.

Are they dissolving? What is going on?

Jaune shook his eyes and pinched himself to ascertain that he wasn't imagining things.

"Yeah, most women think I'm a dream too." The voice was coarse yet not unkind.

Jaune looked back at the man and had to admit, he could understand why. He was tall and lean, a red tattered cloak wrapped around his broad shoulders. His expression was cocky, yet his red eyes contained concern. Jaune placed his age around 30, yet his eyes seemed older than that.

"You speak English?" Jaune had so many questions, but that was the one that managed to slip its way out of his mouth. He cursed internally, knowing his first impression wasn't the best right now.

"What's English?" The man cocked his head. "You sure you didn't hit your head during that fall?"

Jaune cursed internally again. Of course they didn't call it English! But how the hell did they speak it all the same?

"Anyways, you seem to be neither dead nor dying so you'll survive for a bit. C'mon." The man turned on his heel and walked away from Jaune with a pace that suited his long legs.

Jaune gaped for a bit before sprinting after his retreating form.

"Hey! I need to get my backpack!"

The man stopped. "Of course you do. You kids always do. You need help?"

"Naw, I'm good. Be right back."

Jaune sprinted up to the tree and started climbing to his ex-perch. His backpack was already packed and ready, but Jaune sat for a bit gathering his thoughts.

So not only is this planet inhabited by intelligent creatures, it's inhabited by humans that speak English? Is this a prank? A remake of The Truman Show?

Jaune had no idea how he would explain anything. All he knew is that he would most probably locked up if he told the truth. The branding on his clothes and backpack could not do: they would give the game away.

Jaune took scissors out of his backpack and snipped the offending tags right off. He cut off the logo on the tongue of his shoes and introduced new holes in various places on his body.

The bars were unwrapped and the covers thrown away. His tools, loathe as he was to part with them, had to go. There was no way of making his story make sense if he was carrying around branded scissors and a goddamn power drill.

Having gotten rid of all the offending items as quickly as he could, Jaune climbed back down hastily. He knew he had taken too much time based on the man's impatient expression.

"About damn time. Were you packing your makeup kit or something?" The man eyed him. His eyes moved to Jaune's arm where they narrowed slightly. "You're bleeding."

Jaune glanced down. It was true, he was bleeding. The bark must have cut him on the way down the tree. He gathered up the material of his shirt to apply pressure on the wound, but the man stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"You don't have your aura unlocked?"

"My what now?" Jaune blinked at the distaste in the man's eyes. What was he talking about and why Jaune being judged for not having his 'aura' unlocked?

"Your aura. Look kid, I don't know where you're from but if you don't know about aura at your age, I'm surprised you survived this long. Where are you from?"

Jaune stared at him, trying to piece together a believable backstory.

"It's embarrassing really. My family and I were travelling through this forest when I stayed behind for a bit to draw some of the plants I found in the underbrush. Turns out, no one noticed me stopping."

Jaune watched the man's eyebrows slowly creep up his face. "And yeah, I got lost. I've been trying to find someone that could help me get back to them."

"You got left behind because you stopped to draw plants? Did I get that right?"

Jeez, my impression is going down faster than the Titanic. I even drove into the iceberg myself with that dumb story.

"I like nature, like unique plants and stuff."

OH FOR THE LOVE OF…

The man stared at him like he had two heads. "Seriously, are you sure you didn't hit your head?"

"I mean, I'm sorry for being curious about stuff!"

"Forget about it. By any chance was your method of transport two carriages, one carrying Dust and the other clothes?"

Jaune wasn't one to look a gift backstory in the mouth. "Yep. Dad sold Dust. We were moving to go to a place with more demand."

The man grimaced. "I don't know how to tell you this, but your parents are dead. Grimm attack a day or so ago."

Jaune stared at the man in shock before spinning around and hiding his face. If his made up family was dead, then there was no one for Jaune to be handed off to.

"Listen kid, I'm sorry and all but we have to move. Grimm are going to swarm us if you keep the waterworks up."

Jaune rubbed his eyes to make them a little bloodshot and turned back around. The man looked at him sympathetically before starting to walk again.

Jaune trotted behind him. "So what's your name? You saved me from those beasts, I think I should at least know your name when thanking you."

"Qrow."

"Like caw caw?" Jaune couldn't help the joke.

"Kid, I swear to Dust I will leave you here with no qualms. Pour some honey all over you and toss you to an Ursa. Try me."

Jaune decided to stay silent for a bit. "So, uh, sorry about earlier. I'm Jaune, name is short, sweet, rolls off th…"

"What did I just say, Jaune?" Qrow put a hand on his sword.

"Sorry." Jaune had no idea what an Ursa was but it sounded bad.

They walked in silence for an hour before reaching a clearing. A black airship, unlike any he had ever seen before, sat in the center. It had a rounded metal body with two large engines attached to thin wings.

"What's that? Is it supposed to fly?" The wings didn't look like they provided any thrust, making this a vehicle that was effectively a large jetpack.

"Bullhead, specially fitted with Gravity Dust generators. I wanted to call it the Qrow but Ozpin denied me. Now it doesn't have a name. Something about being too arrogant but I don't see it."

Gravity Dust? Dust must be some kind of energy source, like gasoline. Maybe Gravity Dust is specially formulated like rocket fuel?

Jaune decided to take another risk. "Isn't that expensive? The Dust I mean."

"Sure is, but only the best for the best." Qrow opened the door in the middle of the body and climbed in, motioning Jaune to follow. "Helps that I didn't have to pay for it."

They were in a small room with two doors: one to the front and one to back. Qrow opened the one to the front and stepped into a cockpit.

"Go to the back and strap in. Don't touch anything."

Jaune opened the door opposite the one Qrow had gone through. The craft rumbled slightly as the engines came to life. With a whirring of blades, the craft lifted off with barely any warning.

Jaune crawled to the seat that was next to the door and strapped himself in. The rest of the space contained boxes upon boxes with FRAGILE-DUST written on them.

The craft stopped accelerating after 20 seconds and Jaune relaxed. The acceleration was quite something and sitting parallel to the direction of acceleration didn't help make it feel any better.

The engines barely made any noise for the amount of power they were outputting. Helicopter occupants required strong ear protection to protect from the noise of the rotor, but Jaune barely felt any pain.

It also didn't sound or feel like the engine was using any form of combustion engine. The vibration pattern was too regular, the sound too smooth. The lack of a combustion engine could explain the relative silence of the engine. The only sound that would be produced by a silent motor would be the sound of the blades slicing through the air.

So either these humans had technology Earth humans didn't or Dust was something mind numbingly useful. I need to get my hands on it as soon as possible.

His attention kept going back to the crates. There was a blue snowflake design on each corner. Jaune reasoned that it could be a designation for the type of Dust in the box or it could be the manufacturer's name.

The snowflake was too intricate, had too many small details for it to be a general designation for the Dust. Could be specially formulated, like Gravity Dust or something? Makes sense for it to be fancy if you're paying a lot of money for it.

The ship lurched and started dropping fast. Jaune was thankful that he hadn't eaten much recently, the sudden drop might have brought something up. Jaune hovered for a few seconds enjoying the weightlessness before the ship pulled up as suddenly as it had dropped.

Jaune grit his teeth as he pulled at least 4 g's. The engines grew louder at the increased weight of the ship. Jaune was on the verge on passing out when the ship thankfully leveled.

The sounds of the engine changed as the ship presumably initiated landing, at least by the sound of the echo of the engines off the ground. Jaune waited for the engines to quieten before unstrapping. After the type of flying Qrow had just executed, Jaune wouldn't put it past him to take off again just for the fun of it.

Jaune opened the door and walked out to see Qrow already outside, stretching leisurely in the early morning sun. Jaune squinted as he stepped out of the Bullhead and shaded his eyes with his hands. The landing pad was bright.

As his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the surroundings, he first noticed the cliff that they had landed next to. It dropped down into a large forest then into a large city. No, that was too small a word for it. There were plenty of large cities on Earth, but this compared to the largest of them. Shanghai, Karachi, Beijing type of big.

It stretched to the distance to the North and South, with the Eastern direction blocked by open ocean. The Sun was peeking above the horizon, setting the water and the city alike ablaze with light.

Jaune almost whistled. He knew he shouldn't be surprised based solely on the advanced technology the Bullhead showed, but this town was extraordinary. It wasn't in any way as dirty looking as the large cities back on Earth, there was no grey blob of smog hanging over it all like a stubborn cloud.

That by itself was something remarkable. These humans had managed to harness clean energy which was something that Jaune had been a hardcore supporter of back home.

Jaune stood for a minute letting the feeling wash over him. A more technologically world, both familiar and alien at the same time, with many alternate technologies to discover. He was stunned.

"If you're that pleased with Vale, tell me when you calm down. I don't want to carry you in to the hospital and tell the doctor that you fainted from excitement."

Jaune grinned. The utter elation he felt at not having to rely on his non-existent survival skills overpowering most questions he had. He was safe, the questions could wait until later.

"Haha, very funny. You speak as if you've done that before." Jaune closed his eyes and enjoyed the heat of the sun on him.

"You'd be surprised at how many kids I find wandering around in the forest. Most of them get overwhelmed with Vale, but then get pushed over with Beacon."

Beacon?

"What's Beacon? Is it another city?" Jaune couldn't see anything. Ahead and to the left and right was the cliff and the forest that grew to the edge of it, behind him was the Bullhead.

"Don't tell me your parents never told you about Beacon? Did they even mention Vale? You're toilet-trained right?"

Jaune glared at Qrow. "I may have been sheltered, but I've heard about Vale. Didn't expect it to be y'know," he gestured in the city's direction. "It seemed smaller in my parents' description."

"So nothing about Beacon? That's quite the tragedy." Qrow was leaning against the Bullhead, examining his fingernails. He saw Jaune looking at him and slowly stood straight again. Straight as a palm tree at least. He had a slouch around him that suited him and would've just looked lazy on anyone else.

Qrow motioned Jaune to follow him.

"You didn't answer me. What is Bea…." Jaune stared at the building in front of. Or rather, a collection of buildings that worked together to achieve the aesthetic of a castle. The soaring towers overlooked grassy fields crisscrossed with paths.

There were many kids his own age (or rather, older than him) strolling around, chatting, laying in the sun, or just generally relaxing. They all were carrying weapons of various types: swords, daggers, pistols, rifles, tridents, bidents, spears, javelins, shurikens, and many other types.

Many students had seemingly blended together different types of weapons to create an immense variety. Jaune stared intensely at each one, trying to work out how each one worked, potential blueprints forming in his head.

"The path is there for a reason kid. The school isn't there only for admiration you know. Come on, we need to get you registered."

Qrow walked up the main pathway that led to the large main doors of the school. Qrow waved at several of the older students who seemed to know him. Jaune noticed more than a few of the kids glance at him distastefully, some even giving him a wide berth.

"Hey Qrow?" Jaune had to scurry a little to catch up to Qrow's lanky strides. "What's up with the hostility?"

"It mostly stems from jealousy. You'll understand soon enough. Ignore them for now."

Qrow turned off the main path and took a smaller path that curved around the main building of Beacon.

"What is this place? Why'd you bring me here?"

"To your first question, this is Beacon Academy. Vale's very own Hunter Academy, the finest in the world in my opinion. As to your second question, have a little more patience; we're almost there."

Qrow stopped in front of a door at thhe base of the central, tallest tower of Beacon. It looked like the others: long. slender, and beautiful. The top held the most difference, however, as a large set of gears dominated the very top. Large bright orbs circled the mechanism, looking like a…

Beacon. They really don't beat around the bush here.

Qrow pulled out a grey, long strip of metal with a line down the middle. He swiped it over a flat black panel on the wall next to the door and waited. The panel displayed a green check mark and the door smoothly slid open to reveal an elevator.

The ride up was silent. Jaune at this point was absolutely bewildered. He had been saved from nightmarish creatures by a man that had appeared out of nowhere. The man in question carried out a big-ass sword like no one's business.

Nothing about Jaune's unbelievable story of being lost in the forest was put under much scrutiny. The whole thing gave off the feeling that Qrow had done this all before, with several others.

Kids in this world need to get themselves together. Getting lost in the forest shouldn't be so common that you take it so casually.

And now they were heading up an elevator to the top of the largest tower in Beacon Academy. It was a Hunter Academy, apparently.

As if that explanation was supposed to mean anything to me. What's a Hunter? Why are such large school being made for hunting animals? Humans back home just had to be in the same square mile as a species to kill it off, what's up with these guys?

The biggest source of subtle unease was the fact that he was taking it all in stride. He knew he should be freaking out about every single thing in this situation, but just…wasn't. He didn't feel any panic; he didn't feel like a complete outsider.

He actually felt weirdly normal.

The elevator dinged open to reveal their destination. It was a spacious room, with a ceiling open to the gears that Jaune had seen from the Bullhead. The other end of the room contained a large window that had a brilliant view of Vale and its surrounding areas.

There was an oddly shaped desk in front of it, facing away from the window. Holographic (!) screens were hovering over the desk. The desk wrapped around a chair that turned as they approached it.

"Ah, Qrow. I see you've managed to find another one. Forever Fall?" The man took a sip from white coffee cup.

The man's voice was deep, smooth and commanding. He was a tall man dressed in a green shirt and vest with a green scarf over his shoulders. His brown eyes gazed at the two of them over the top of his small grey, oddly shaped, glasses.

Qrow nodded. "Same as the others."

This guy must be the Headmaster of this school. The office sure fits that.

The presumed headmaster looked at him for a moment before bowing his head apologetically. "Forgive me Jaune, you must be quite confused at all of this. You will receive answers for your questions in due time. I am Headmaster Ozpin of Beacon Academy."

He held out his hand and Jaune hesitated slightly before shaking. Ozpin looked at him expectantly and Jaune realized that he wanted him to start talking.

"Well, I'm Jaune Arc, though I think you already knew that." He smiled nervously.

Ozpin smiled kindly and gestured at a chair in front of his desk. "It is all right to be nervous Jaune, nothing out of the ordinary. Please, take a seat and have a refreshment. Nothing like coffee in the morning in my humble opinion."

Jaune took the offered seat and cup. He took a tentative sip. They even have coffee here? What the hell? Jaune felt the hot liquid coat the insides of his throat, the warmth and caffeine making him feel like he had just woken up.

"Woah, that's strong." Jaune blinked and took another sip.

"Specially imported from Vacuo. I am myself a connoisseur of coffee, among other things." Ozpin waited for Jaune to take a few more sips. "So Jaune, please, tell me about how exactly you got lost in the forest."

Jaune held the cup with both hands and stared into the black liquid, making sure his story was more or less airtight. He started off describing how his family was slightly nomadic, going village to village to sell and trade Dust.

He explained how they had been passing near Forever Fall when he found some interesting specimen to document. Jaune noticed that Ozpin listened intently, a neutral expression on his face. That was a far cry from Qrow who shook his head at the story.

Jaune told Ozpin how he had lost his way and tried to find a nearby village, when he was attacked by Beowolves.

"That's when Qrow showed up and killed the Grimm. After that…" Jaune stopped as Ozpin raised a hand.

"Thank you Jaune for your interesting story. Qrow here has told me the rest so no need to waste your breath." Ozpin smiled slightly. "Now, I can tell you have many questions. Feel free to ask them, we know this must be very disorienting for you."

Jaune gathered his thoughts for a bit, deciding on his first question. "First of all, does this happen often? Do you often find kids out in the wilderness and bring them here?"

"As long as there have been people living in the wilderness, there have been children who find themselves in places they should not be in. Beacon Academy has long kept guard over Forgotten Fall as part of the Academy's goal to ensure no life is wasted. We help these children that have nowhere to go achieve something in life. You are…a bit on the older side but that is not a problem."

Jaune nodded. Makes sense. Having young defenseless kids die within an hour of your school looks bad however you cut it.

"So is this what you do, Qrow?"

Qrow laughed. "I was just in the neighborhood, heard the alert from the sensors around the forest. You also leave as many tracks as snail on a blackboard, so it wasn't that hard to find you."

Jaune grinned awkwardly. "Guess that worked out in my favor. So, onto my next question. I do have quite a few questions about the school and city, but most importantly, where am I going after this?"

"Straight to the important point. Very well. Let's get started. You seem to read and write well based on the journal you told us about, so schooling isn't a priority. We could put you in a rehabilitation program that gets you used to city life before you start working.

You could also attend school which, based on your…decision to document plants, would suit you. What is your opinion on all of this? You can take a moment to decide."

Jaune nodded in thanks. He immediately mentally crossed off any sort of labor off his list. He could go to the rehab program to know more about this world, try to make his way. Earn enough money to try and find the material that had landed him in this world in the first place.

Or he could go to school and try to fast track to being a researcher. That would constrain him but it would also speed up his attempt to go back home.

Or….

"Actually, can I suggest something of my own?" Jaune continued as Ozpin nodded his assent. "I'd…well, I don't know if this is too much to ask, but I'd love to research Dust."

"An unusual request, to be fair." Ozpin looked at Qrow, then at his own computer. He clicked here and there, evidently looking at something. Jaune glanced at Qrow who was using the device that he had used to open the elevator doors.

So the two halves of the bar open up to reveal a holographic screen? Dang, I would have killed for that kind of portability back home.

Ozpin finally looked back up after a minute.

"You said you father dealt in Dust. Makes sense the son should follow. Do you have any experience with this material?"

Jaune shrugged. "I have some. I didn't really get to use expensive stuff like Gravity Dust but I can avoid killing myself."

Qrow cocked his head quizzically at him. "Your aura isn't active, how'd you use it?"

Shhiiii…

"I didn't actually use it per se, I basically did grunt work, carrying and assisting, that sort of stuff." Jaune hoped that his lack of aura, whatever that was, wasn't too suspicious.

Ozpin glanced at Qrow and back at Jaune. "Your aura is not active?"

Qrow scoffed. "It's not. Parents were waiting for him to do it himself when he got older. Fools."

Ozpin looked at Qrow over his spectacles. "Not so foolish Qrow, especially if you are dealing with loose Dust. Have you forgotten how volatile newly active aura can be? You of all people shouldn't forget."

Qrow blanched a little, which Jaune barely noticed on his pale skin. He recovered quickly. "Of course not."

"Good. Now," Ozpin looked back at Jaune. "You are in luck, as we do have a program for Dust users to practice their skills outside of classes. You shall be alone for quite some time as we have just began a school year."

If your progress shows, we can have you join the newcomers next year. There are some forms that need to be filled out, but seeing as you are not registered in any Kingdom, we need to get that done first."

Jaune spent the next half hour signing papers and getting his photo taken. Ozpin managed to fast track the process and Jaune's identity was in the system. Ozpin opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a device similar to the one Qrow had used earlier, but silver.

Ozpin typed something into it before passing it to Jaune. "This, Jaune, is a scroll. It is your means of communicating with the world. Do you know what the Cross Continental Transmit System is?"

Jaune had no clue. "Yeah, my dad said he used it to check the news and Dust prices. We didn't have a scroll though and he never took me to the place where he accessed it."

"That's all you need to know for now. It is used to talk to anyone else who is connected to the CCT, as well as to look things up. It also contains your personal information as well as your Vale Lien account."

Jaune blinked. "Lien?" He tried to keep his tone connotation neutral.

"Every citizen of Vale gets a basic income every month. This month's is in your account. I wager that you know a thing or two about handling money, don't you?"

Jaune grinned a little and nodded. Free money! "Helping my dad, yeah."

"Excellent. Qrow here will take you to the guest quarters while we sort your situation out. I shall be in contact to help ease your transition."

"Thank you so much Headmaster. Really, thank you so much for doing this." Jaune smiled widely as he tried to express his gratitude at being allowed to get access to money and Dust right off the bat.

"Anyone would have done the same."

Qrow smiled as the elevator doors closed. "Well kid, looks like everything is more or less sorted. Welcome to Beacon. I think you'll have fun here."

Obligatory AN: What'd you think of the chapter? Anything I can fix? Anything you especially liked? Please review and PM me with this stuff, I love to get them and it helps me write better. Thanks for reading!