Untitled RWBY/D&D Isekai 1 (Patreon)

I whistled to myself as I kicked back, my feet resting on the table in the interrogation room I was being held in. I could hear the voice of an unfamiliar woman speaking in the room across the hall, something about a slap on the wrist and a pat on the back, when the door opened and an older looking man walked in. He stared at me, eyes not showing a hint of what he was thinking.

"Is this the part where you give me an offer I can't refuse?" I asked, making the man blink, before chuckling.

"Nothing like that, Mr. Grayscale. I was merely curious about the individual who could hospitalize a new applicant of Beacon without having his own Aura unlocked," the old man explained.

"You're going to have to be more specific," I told him. "I don't ask where the other guy in a scrap goes to school."

"Human, orange hair, head, shoulders, and chest taller than you, son of a Vale Councilor, named Cardin Winchester," he listed.

"Oh yeah, don't know the name, but there was the whiny little bitch who was crying about his old man. I just thought he had daddy issues," I drawled, uncaring about said little bitch's position. "If wanting a look at me was all you wanted, ya woulda been watching with Officer Chunky over there."

I nodded my head towards the one way glass, and was rewarded with the faint sound of angry grumblings. My visitor paid it no mind, a small smile on his face as he made up his mind, "I would like to offer you a place at Beacon."

There was a furious shout from the observation room, one that I'd have heard even if my ears were only as good as a random schmuck, that was ignored as I leaned back in my chair and asked, "What’s in it for me?"

"Your Aura would be unlocked, making you stronger, faster, more durable, and able to unlock your Semblance. But I have a feeling that you'd be far more interested in the free room and board," he answered, a hint of an amused smirk on his face.

"That means a bed and free food, right?" I asked for clarification, to which he nodded. "Well then, Old Fart, you got yourself a deal."

“Wonderful,” he said with that amused smirk on his face. “It has been quite some time since Beacon has hosted two students so young.”

“Two?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

The door to the interrogation room opened and admitted… ooh-la-la! A blonde woman with glasses, a boob window showing a lovely pale cleavage, basically everything you’d see on a sexy teacher/librarian outfit. She shot me a look of disdain (which made me want to have her screaming under me) before glancing at Old Fart and asking, “You sure about this one? The girl I can understand, but him…”

“Anyone who can defeat one of our applicants, without having Aura of their own, shows potential as a Hunter,” Old Fart said as the two turned to leave.

“Yes,” she admitted (Gods dayum, she had a great ass). “But he’s clearly…”

Even as the door shut behind them and their voices lowered to whispers, I could still make out his response, “I know, but there have been records of him in Vale for over a decade, since the lab was destroyed.”

I leaned back, hands behind my head, the chair balancing on two legs, tail dangling down to the floor, and my feet on the table. So that’s how ROB justified a tiefling in this place. Oh, right, guess I should explain. See, I was an internet neckbeard in his thirties, writing shitty fanfics while living paycheck to paycheck, when I was approached in a dream and asked if I wanted to be isekai’d. End result: I was dropkicked into a franchise I knew mostly through Rule 34 fanart, in the body of a D&D NPC I’d made for shits and giggles, and spent the last twelve years trying to figure out just what the hell I was supposed to be doing while living on the streets.

I’d long since become on a more or less familiar basis with the local cops, but since the worst I’d done was petty burglary and pickpocketing, I was seen as more of an annoyance than a serious criminal. Also a “dirty stinkin’ faunus”, pretentious pricks. Granted: I’m gray, have a pair of horns, am covered in scales, and have even darker gray scale plates (I think the technical word is osteoderms, if I remember correctly) along my arms, shoulders, sides, and back. I ain’t winning any human-look alike contests.

Still, from what I remembered, there were a lot of sexy girls in the series. I couldn’t wait.

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So two days (and Old Fart unlocking my Aura) later, and I was on my way to Beacon on a big ass plane, one which had enough room for dozens of potential students as well as having showers with hot water! The last time I’d showered/bathed was like a week ago out of a rain bucket, and I was going to take full advantage of it.

Much as I enjoyed the various enhancements (physical and otherwise) that being a tiefling gave me, the scale plates were even worse than fingernails when it came to stuff getting under them. I had to use a brush to run along the edges of each and every one of them, and I had to get help if I wanted to get the skin under the ones on my back clean.

‘Speak of the Devil,’ I thought to myself as I heard the door to the showers open. I glanced over my shoulder to see a girl with long white hair and blue eyes walk in, only to freeze upon seeing me in one of the stalls.

“Hey,” I said nonchalantly before going back to my shower. What? Growing up on the streets, privacy was a luxury that you got used to living without.

“Wha? Who? What’re you doing here?” Whitie asked incredulously.

“Taking a shower, what’s it look like?” I asked, bringing my tail around to get the dirt out from under the scales along the top of it. “The other stalls are empty, I’ll be done once I finish up with my plates.”

“This is the Girl’s Shower, you creep!”

In response, I pointed to the door opposite the one she walked in through. The one that had in big letters over it: Boy’s Locker Room. Whitie stammered for a moment, before the door behind her opened and another girl walked in, this one tall, blonde hair, purple eyes, and big knockers.

“Hey,” I greeted her, before going back to pulling that stubborn bit of scales out from under the plate. “I’ll be finished shortly.”

I finally managed to get the scales that had been bugging me free, glaring at the irritant, before shutting off the shower water and grabbing my towel. Drying my hair while working around my horns, I turned around to leave, only to pause upon hearing the sound of the door and three feminine squeaks. Moving the towel away from my face, I was greeted by the sight of three red faced girls: Whitie, Blondie, and a black haired girl with silver eyes (who was so red faced I half expected to start hearing a whistling sound). Whitie was studiously looking anywhere but me, Blondie’s eyes were roaming along my chest and abs, while Black Hair’s eyes were firmly locked a little bit lower.

Much as the ego boost of having three girls blushing from my body was nice, this was starting to get ridiculous. So I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way to the locker room where my few belongings were. Being a street rat meant I had clothes, and not much else. Fortunately for me, the way I’d learned to fight didn’t rely on weapons. What? You think I beat up a guy who had a personal force field and I didn’t by stabbing him with a weapon when I can’t even afford to buy a loaf of bread? Fuck that shit, I got him in a hold and choked the whiny little bitch out.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” an annoyingly familiar, albeit slightly more nasally than the last time, voice asked as I put my pants on.

“Sup, Bitch?” I asked as I turned around. Human, burnt orange hair, bottom of his pecs at my eye level, nose twisted from where it had broken during our scrap. “Outta the hospital already?”

“I don’t know who you whored yourself out to in order to get here, but you got lucky last time you little freak,” he snarled, trying to use his height to be intimidating.

“You do realize I beat you before I had my soul magic thingy, right?” I asked rhetorically. “Ya really wanna see how round two goes now that I do?”

He didn’t answer verbally, instead reaching out to try to grab me by one of my horns. Instead, I caught his wrist, spun around, and used it to slam him face first against the lockers, trapping his arm behind his back and driving my thumb into the middle of his wrist. Something I’d noticed, for all that Aura protected from attacks and enhanced the user’s physicality, it didn’t react to anything below a certain amount of force and the body still operated by the same principles. It’s why you could still touch someone without touching their Aura. In this particular lock, it didn’t matter how strong you were, the humanoid body didn’t have the leverage needed to break free. Especially when applying just enough pressure to pinch a nerve bundle to cause lots of pain.

“Whadda know,” I drawled as I easily held him in place, his three tagalongs staring in shock. “Round two went even faster then round one did.”

“Let go of me you faunus freak!” he snapped, lashing blindly with his free arm. I easily caught it and applied the same lock to it as I had his other arm, slipping into the gap his legs had taken to try to brace himself. With a growl, he brought his legs up, pushing off the lockers in an attempt to drive me off balance.

A year or two ago, it probably would have worked. Now, I took advantage of the fact that he’s so much taller than me and let the force of his push drive my torso backwards while keeping my legs and hips firmly planted. Taking him with me, I bent nearly in half and drove the top of his thick skull into the floor with a loud ‘CLANG’! Letting go of his arms as he collapsed into a pile of limbs and migraines, I easily twisted my body around so I was facing him and his tagalongs, who were utterly gobsmacked at how easily I’d taken out a guy twice my size.

“Y’all want some? Or can I go get some food?” I asked, rolling my neck with a satisfying series of pops.

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In the end, the tagalongs backed off, while the whiny bitch just nursed his bruised skull and ego. Letting me head out to the area where we were all sleeping and satisfying the case of the munchies I had. A few of the crackers and cheese slices may have found their way into my pockets, an old habit from not knowing when the next meal would come.

All the students were milling around in sleep wear (which for me was the same as my day wear), and I had quite the nice view to scope out the potential competition. I had no clue what the entrance exam was like, but I'd heard of people not making the cut. If it turned out that we had to fight each other, I wanted to be prepar-

“Hi!” a carrot haired girl greeted me, despite not having been there a moment before, and making me jump six feet straight up in surprise. “Sorry to startle you! I was just curious. I haven’t met a faunus with so many animal traits. What sort of lizard has horns like that? Why are you short? I mean, I know I’m short, but you look like you’re even shorter than me. You’re the first guy I’ve met shorter than me that wasn’t like five years younger than me. I’m sorry, was that rude? You don’t have to answe-”

I put a hand over her mouth, blinking as I tried to parse the rapid fire talking. Or at least, I did, until I realized what she was wearing. Pink shorts that hugged her ass and came down to midthigh at most, and a black shirt with letters that were just a typo away from spelling boob. But back to her questions: “No idea what lizard, I just do. Grew up on the streets, didn’t get to eat all that often. It’s fine. I think I got all your questions?” She nodded, a bright smile that lit up her face, even with my hand still covering her mouth.

The rest of my night before dozing off with my back against a wall was admiring the eye candy. There was Carrot Top, Whitie, Blondie, and Black Hair, but there was another blonde girl who had bright blue eyes, a girl with a magenta streak in her hair that hung out with Carrot Top, a black haired girl with a bow in her hair giving me a look that was simultaneously suspicious and curious, and a stunning redhead with her hair in a ponytail. It was then and there, that I made my decision. I was going to get Lucky with every single one of them, and any teachers of the feminine persuasion at this school that were at least a seven out of ten.