You were transported to the rwby universe by a mysterious power and was given the power to summon any weapon, armor and items from bows to gun's, swords to lances, armor, items anything in the multiverse. And to bring peace and prosperity to the wor...
In an empty blackness, Quill Branwen's voice can be heard.
Quill: The City of Mistral...
Nora: Ugh! It's about time!
Quill, you and Team RNJR are walking through a stone brick tunnel illuminated by translucent lanterns.
Nora: Whose idea was it to walk again?
Rin: Well, we did face many obstacles. Broken airships, destroyed settlements...
June: Oh, and, you know, all those people and monsters that tried to murder us.
You: and my grimmformation that caught all of you by suprise
Ruby: Pfft, we were fine. (looking at Quill with a smile) Only one of us almost died
Quill: (looking at Ruby, smiling back) Hey.
Nora puts her hands on her hips and looks at Rin.
Rin: (looking at Nora) Hey.
Nora giggles in response.
June: So, how much farther to Haven Academy?
Quill: Almost there. But I figured I'd take you kids on the scenic route.
The group approaches a pair of large, wooden double doors, which Qrow opens, flooding the tunnel with sunlight. Ruby runs out onto a massive platform that doubles as an elevator, stopping at the railing to gaze out over the city in wide-eyed awe.
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Ruby: Wow!
The others join her to take in the view of buildings and stone stairways perched on mountains.
Ruby: This... is... awesome!
Below them, large crowds of people are going about their day - walking around, talking and buying merchandise legally and illegally.
Quill: It's certainly something.
Ruby: (noticing a kiosk selling weapons) Oh my gosh, look at all the weapons!
You: Ruby, we'll look at those later
Quill: Vendors here'll sell you just about anything... whether they should or not.
June: They really made the most out of these mountains.
Quill: Every inch. Stay away from the lower levels. The higher up you go, the nicer it gets.
Nora: And we are going up! (pointing upward)
(Meanwhile)
An Atlesian cargo airship flies over an enormous lake.
Weiss: So, how much farther?
Pilot: We're in the home stretch now.
In the pilot's box of the ship, Weiss and you stand in the back, leaning against a wall with Weiss arms crossed and you on your hips.
