***RWBY College A.U. Romance/Slice of life wanted to write one, but give it a bit of an interesting spin, so the setting is a bit more scenic, some place I lived for a short while. More on this at the bottom Additional edits as of May 5



Chapter 1: A Foreign Homecoming

Ruby Rose

There is an intrinsically moody element to anyone capable of writing fiction. A required feeling of general discontent with reality to shy away from it in designing your own world, rules, place and most importantly people. At least as far as Ruby knew. Her own scribblings were most effectively written on her worst days. Not surprisingly, the day her life went from a four year plan at Portland State kindly paid for by mom, to using that same money to cover sudden medical expenses quickly leading up to that same mom's funeral, the same mom dying, was the day that she started work on her most expansive and massive writing project yet, a sort of half steampunk half cyberpunk fantasy adventure story. The world had been flushed out, peoples histories cultures maps, a lot of google docs and a few scattered notes written on stake and shake plate mats. Mom passing brought her a lot of heartache, but a lot of inspiration, too.

One thing it hadn't helped Ruby with was making characters, at least not any she cared about. So just like then, Ruby sat herself down to try and channel her emotions into something awesome. This time, however, it wasn't her bed she was laying on. It was the rough cotton sheets of the sleeper train room. She had, instead of her pc, a coffee stained notebook. Instead of the serenity of silence she had the rumbling sound of the busy train, and instead of the loss of her mother, Ruby tried to be motivated by her exodus from America. Problem was for how absolutely depressed Ruby had felt about everything, here sitting silently in her train car staring into the void of blank paper in her red notebook, she was actually a little excited.

Sure, traveling alone from Portland to Madrid, then onto a train to a place she had never heard of in a country where, sadly due to her propensity to doodle in Spanish class, she had no idea how to speak the language of, was perhaps scary. Double that with going to a University she had never seen and again did not even speak the same language as the professors. Plus talking to people and making new friends. Talking to people was scary enough when she knew them. Perhaps the most anxiety filled thing in her life to date. Yet still it was an adventure. Sure, not so much hunting monsters in the forest adventure, but an adventure.

"And Yang's there, and dad, too," Ruby whispered only to herself with a slight grin, scratching some penciled in image into her notebook, one of the many first drafts of a character bio and picture. Not much use for scribblings in a novel, but maybe she could do art pages every once in a while. That would be cool, at least she thought so.

"¿Señorita, estás despierto?" A young sounding woman called from behind the cabin door, knocking likely on the thin false wood barrier. Ruby hated this part, every few hours someone from the train would come by and politely as they could tell her something or ask her what she wanted for dinner, either way she didn't understand a word of it and always made a fool of herself. Honestly, she just felt bad being the jerk no one could understand.

"Uno momento!" she called back, mustering her best single semester of Spanish she could, tossing the notebook to the side of her lone little night stand. In a rush she got back up dancing between the two trunks of luggage she brought and her over stuffed backpack all the way to the door. Just as she suspected it, a young smiling woman was there at the door, giving some update Ruby wouldn't understand.

"Su parada, El Vale, es en cinco minutos señorita." Voice sweet as summer, language beautiful as any could be, but still Ruby didn't understand a word. Well minutos was probably minutes, or meters. She was fairly certain they used meters after all.

"Perdon, no hablo espanol." Ruby replied with her most apologetic smile and hope that her batched Spanish would get by. The other woman smiled back, nodding without seeming mad or frustrated, much to Ruby's pleasure.

"English is better?" she replied in a thick, but understandable accent earning a very happy nod from Ruby. It was absolutely awesome being an anglophone sometimes, everyone seemed to learn English everywhere else as far as Ruby had known. Such an unfair advantage, one she would never complain about. "Your stop El Vale, is in five minutes. Have a good trip." Understandably, the attendant made as swift an exist as manners would allow, the rest of the sleeper cars stopping at what Ruby had heard was the newest big college town in the country, though Yang had always said the town was always there, just no one cared till now. Stepping out of her shutout room she understand how different the world old was here .

In the distance, only the glass window, motion, and a few thousand meters separating her from it, was a real life castle, keep and all, the tan stone walls wrapping around the hillside into the valley to form divisions in the town, eventually merging with a huge facility that Ruby could only guess was the college. The sight of it was strangely jarring to Ruby. She had written a thousand half-finished manuscripts that described every facet and facility of a castle, from stone to stone, yet never had she seen one, or anything as old as this. This was now officially her new adventure, the thought of it tugging at her lips into a smile. All the horrible things of late had not stifled the kid in her. Now she so had to go there and touch it.

The train began to twist down into the valley and so Ruby ran back into her room, tossing the scattered notebooks into her backpack and gathering the mess of luggage. For the first time since she got aboard the train the atmosphere of that room felt suffocating, the girl wanted to be outside, wanted to touch that Castle, breath foreign air aside from the the airport and train station. Soon enough she would get what she wished. Loaded up with other passengers, Ruby became one of the many in the mass that crowded around the exit. Outside the train had entered the city, the similar styled two story buildings with white or tan facades and red tiled roofs passing by at a blurred speed slowly becoming clearer as the train slowed down to a halt.

The station itself didn't open up to Ruby until the flood began to subside. The great human mass stepping off the bullet train onto the floor. Ruby alone stood at the train doors letting everyone pass with a backpack on her back and two trunks in her hands. Frozen for a moment, nervousness and excitement fighting a bloody battle in her, the crimson haired girl studied her place. A station bigger than any bus station in she knew of in America was painted a yellow in front of her the spanish flag flapping above a huge tan brick clock tower marked with a twenty four hour scheme. A smile curled on her lips, Ruby felt the excitement win for a moment, and at the foot of the train she stepped off the platform.

Heavy as her bags were, Ruby had no problem pulling the luggage around. Exactly where they were being pulled was the problem. In their emails back and forth it was agreed they would pick Ruby up at the station. That was all well and good, but the place was massive, containing multiple entries, exits, and counters. Oh, and endless useless signs. Convinced there was no point in picking a specific spot Ruby decided on her original goal, that Castle.

Outside the heat was surprisingly non-existent in the northern part of the country. Instead, cool air greeted Ruby as she took a walk outside the station lobby out to the front courtyard. It was a massive plaza of no real roads to speak of, only brick paths allowing very little traffic from cars, putting plenty of people on foot. Center of the plaza, directly opposite the highest keep she could see above the towns builds, was a fountain of marble and a statue of two knights. They seemed almost a morbidly grey, yet sleek and sad. Seemed like something for a story.

"You break it you buy it, sis." While breaking a marble statue three times Ruby's size seemed daunting, she made no complaints or comeback. Forgetting everything about the statue, Ruby's mind locked on that sweet voice that spoke behind her.

"Yang!" And there she was behind her, that glorious woman. Yang was just two years older than Ruby, but she always seemed leagues ahead. She was taller, faster, more sociable, and as far as the little sister could fathom beyond imaginably gorgeous. Yang was one of those ridiculously beautiful people, the ones that depending on how much evil in in your heart you have to laugh at how out of the world it is or be hateful and envious of it. Ruby remembered always being in the first camp, despite thinking of herself as admittedly a mild sort of pretty compared to her older sister and for sure that had not changed in the year since Yang last visited America. The older sister looked stunning on her motorcycle, decked in all yellow, tan, and black, chest out and chin high. Ruby could never think ill will toward her though, Yang was the best oaf of a half sister Ruby could dream of and loved her forever more for it. "What are you doing here? Isn't dad suppose to pick me up?"

"Nope, I called it. You're riding with me. Now shut up and hug me, it's been literally forever!" Yang demanded with a flip of her golden hair and the shut off of her engine. Ruby didn't hesitate for a moment, charging in a tackle she collided with Yang. Ruby was so dainty compared to big tough Yang. She barely made a dent in her sturdy posture and that so exactly what she wanted right now.

"It's been a year, don't be a drama llama," Ruby replied with a laugh taking in all the warmth of Yang's hug, her scent, her presence. Oh how Ruby had needed her for all this crazy nonsense. It was so ironic that just when her world crumbled after taking every summer before to see Ruby, Yang didn't this year. She had some summer class, not her fault. None of it mattered now, Ruby's big sister was here and that was awesome.

"What happened to you? Not rocking shiny gothic look anymore?" That 'shiny gothic' was what Ruby would normally dress in. Boots skirt and top all in black and red, her hair was already a little red so she went for a deep black red mix her mom showed her how to dye. Not so much of the gothic in a cosmetic or cultural way. Ruby went mostly natural on makeup and always tried to have a really sunny disposition, but she liked the gothic fashion look, felt natural to her. Felt right for her to wear, but that style had a… cultural caveat to it Ruby didn't want as a first impression for the Long family. She was the perfect B student that never got into trouble, but people always had hang ups on things. Instead she dressed in some jeans and a red hoodie. She could dress like herself once everyone got more use to Ruby.

"It's all packed up, I'm the same as last summer time, and the time before that. I, uhhh, don't seem to grow." Ruby's cheeks turned a little red aware she still looked so young at eighteen. Enough people still thought she was a freshman in high-school, really embarrassing. Yang just smiled and looked at her with a raised brow.

"Come on, sis, you've grown, only like five years ago you were a drying rack!" Yang playful retorted. 'Lewd!' Though she wasn't wrong exactly. Couldn't argue that with Yang. She had gone to see her every summer since Ruby was around six so she had nice little yearly snapshots to watch Ruby grow. Since she was a baby and Yang was a strange girl who couldn't talk. Ruby realized now how much she wished Yang had taught her spanish instead of Ruby teaching her english. So many problems averted, but maybe… No, Ruby wouldn't change a single memory of them together. "We got places to go girl. You ready to meet the family? We got a feast planned out sis. A real big shabang. Dad's like insanely excited," Yang added tying the trunks to either side of the motorcycle, an arrangement that made Ruby just a little nervous, but hey, who knew better than Yang about this stuff.

"What about, uh, your mom? Is she excited?" Ruby asked swaying from side to side in a nervous metronome. That was the one kind of unknown she had avoided thinking about. Ruby's mom had always been really chill with Yang, loved her, treated her like her own daughter, but Ruby's mom was not the one married to Mr. Long. Ruby's mom was the other woman, and she was that kid. Sounded like a really rough wretch to throw in the family engine. Who knows, maybe she was nice? The Longs made up years ago and all that was suppose to be better now. Still, Yang paused as she loaded what goodies Ruby had brought to shrug her shoulders and shook her head.

"She made us dinner and she helped build your room, other than that she hasn't mentioned it. Rubes, don't worry about it. Big sister Yang won't let anyone pick on you." The words were comforting and maybe it was just having Yang there to pat her on the back and be that big beautiful ball of burning glory that was she was. The best big sister ever, bar none. "Now get on, dinner's waiting for us," she added sliding her way on the yellow motorcycle, revving it once or twice for show. She was always a bit of a show off.

"When did you get this?" Ruby asked straddling herself in behind Yang. She gave Ruby a devilish smile right back. Mouthing 'hold on' and tossing Ruby a helmet was the only warning she would give before starting up quick, firing them both out of there. Ruby would have let out a scream, but she couldn't even gather sense enough for that. She just clung to Yang, scared the wind would knock her right off the bike. Ruby had never ridden anything that had a motor and less than four wheels before. It was horrifying, then scary, followed by exhilarating. Eyes finally lifting from Yang's hair Ruby looked over her right shoulder, crossing our of the city into the hills just south she saw the Atlantic again, so much clearer now on bike than the train. The sunset over a western hill gave a red glow on the water she could just make out in the distance and covered the eastern Castle in black. This was so cool.

"Oh, yeah I didn't tell you! Dad came back from Hong Kong, made a big deal between his brother's company and the local one here in the Vale. Promised to get me a bike if I went to college and now we're going together!" Yang seemed thrilled, she loved motorcycles and fast cars, pretty much anything that was vaguely dangerous and adventurous. Not to say she did anything really stupid, Yang was the safest adventurer she had ever known. Well, maybe not going down the road seventy miles per hour. Ruby couldn't read the gauge being in kilometers, but it felt like seventy at least. "He's paying for your tuition with that money too, so you don't have to get a job or anything. We got you set up." Yang was nearly singing with how happy she was, which was good to hear. Ruby didn't really have any idea if she would be good news or a problem coming here. The whole event was an emotional storm, one she had yet to adjust enough to make sure the red head wasn't a sudden burden.

"So, what does dad… you know, do?" Ruby had to almost shout to be heard over the roaring wind along the main stretch of road into the hills. In all this time she didn't really know what dad did any more. She knew he was from Hong Kong, that he worked in development in north Africa for a Spanish company years back. It was where he met mom who was a security contractor. Other than that, dad was a complete mystery to her. Maybe it was more Ruby's fault for not reaching out and asking. In fact, the funeral was the first time she had seen him since… too long.

"Still development, though he mostly stays in country. Mom put a super tight leash on him since, well you!" Yang let out a roaring laugh, the whole thing a lot funnier to her than anyone else. It made Ruby feel a little awkward, but everyone had their weirdness. This was hers, in a far away place. It was so pretty though, the city was in the distance now, suburbs and orchards replacing them. The road grew more cobble than proper pavement so Yang slowed down. Out in the hills everything was surprisingly green and really old. They passed an wooden church burned down, but loaded with pretty flowers. Past that was a town plaza with a fountain and lovely park. It eventually gave way to a river rapid partitioned off in a cobble stone riven, probably made to protect against flooding, but Ruby thought it was just really scenic, it looked cold to the touch, maybe she could swim in it during summer. After all she was going to be here for the next four years.

They slowed their pace even more crossing over the river on a small stone bridge, probably as old as the town itself. Maybe even Roman. On the other side small stone fencing was covered in grape vines for most of the houses, some of them older than anything in America, but some of them fairly new. Turning one more corner along the top of the hill was the final building, so it had to be theirs. It looked like a wooden tower more than home at first glance. Though only maybe two floors high, its place on the hill made it look way bigger. It was mostly wood, probably an older place though recently reconstructed. The same viney stone fence was around this place, though more orderly. It was more tower than mansion. The first floor wasn't all that massive, sort of calm and collected. Ruby liked that. The entire complex was painted tan where it wasn't wood, with the same red brick roofing the rest of the buildings all shared. It was a really lovely place and as Yang slowed down in front of the rocky driveway, Ruby was content in this for her home.

"Mía, llegas tarde!" a woman called out from the porch. She was thin, tall, and really beautiful. From the lines in her face it was evident she was older than Yang, but they did look so much alike. She was wearing a yellow dress, her arms crossed with a raised brow. Ruby didn't know what she was saying, but clearly she was irritated just a little. This was definitely Yang's mom, one look would tell you that. This was where Yang got her golden hair, much larger proportions, legs, violet eyes, and ever so slightly tanned skin that made her so obnoxiously pretty. It was like meeting an older Yang, something that, if translated to her personality, meant they would all get along awesomely.

"Está bien, mamá, esta es Ruby!" Yang announced, almost shocking Ruby. It had been so long since she had seen Yang speak Spanish, all hints of an accent gone years ago. Almost forgot this was where she grew up. The mother eased up, shaking her head at her daughter's comment, whatever it was. Taking a few step further she walked right up to them, Ruby getting off the bike and Yang detaching all the trunks and goodies from across the ocean.

"Hola, mi nombre es Envida Long. ¿Cómo fue tu viaje?" she asked, hopefully innocently. Ruby froze up in response, giving only a nervous chuckle in response as she pulled on her own hoodie. Why didn't Yang tell her she couldn't speak Spanish anyways? How bad was the communication here, or was this just one of Yang's pseudo pranks.

"Yo no hablo espanol," Ruby replied meekly with a chuckle. Yang just burst out laughing as she undid more baggage. Her mother made a slight click with her tongue in irritation, probably not the best way to make a positive impression. After a passing sign though, she laughed lightly into a grin with a bit of Yang in that smile and chuckle.

"Your accent is terrible. Learn it quick. My name is Envida Long. Call me Envida or Señora Long, either is okay. Come, come, food is ready." She had nothing left to say apparently, after telling her to come she walked back inside, more voices coming from within. Both hers and a male voice Ruby could recognize as her father.

"Come on, it's not like our house is that haunted, " Yang cut in tossing Ruby one of the luggage trunks carrying in the two by herself. It was noticeably the lightest one she handed off, which made Ruby smile. Well, until the rest of that sentence struck her. 'Wait, wait, that haunted?!'

The inside was about a rustic as Ruby could have really wanted without it seeming poor or shabby. The interior was mostly woodwork, a darker color dominating it. There were some paintings hung up and other assorted strung about furnishings, but other than that it was a pretty spartan lay out, empty of the clutter usually associated with homes. Yang was right, her mom was a clean freak. Yang dumped the trunk at the door and Ruby followed suit, not knowing exactly where her 'room', assuming she was lucky enough to have her own room, was. Sounds came from one of the side rooms, just under the wooden arch. Yang quickly pulled her by the hand into the room, a dining room set for a feast. The table was lined with plates and cups, a center piece contained a fresh ham and chicken. Fairly American, but that was maybe the point. Their dad stood looking over the preparations seeming nervous and unsure. That all melted away as soon as he turned to find Ruby.

"Ruby, sweetheart! I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up, I just got off work and thought you'd beat me here." He ran over to her side scooping up Ruby in one big hug. Her dad wasn't a huge man, in fact he was pretty small both in size and lankiness. An attractive man of notable Chinese descent, dad is where Ruby got the black to her natural hair color, he having short fading hair as black as ravens and a stubble that never quite could become a beard. This was what Ruby liked about her dad so much, no matter how little their time was together he always seemed thrilled to see her, much more loving than he claimed he was raised to be. Mom always claimed to be responsible for that, but Ruby thought it was he just had a good heart.

"It's alright, I haven't seen Yang in forever. It was nice to see her. Thanks for, uhh," Ruby didn't really know how to say it. Saving her from being destitute high school grad with like absolutely no future? For showing up out of no where saying her college was totally paid for and a totally super expensive private school too? After her mom died, Ruby didn't know what to do at all, much less what to do about life plans. Now it was more about what do with all her opportunities than whether she could find one at all. "For letting me be here."

"Stop that, Ruby. I'm your father. I have a lot of responsibility that comes with that. Ones your mom can't cover for me any more. You have a right to be here." He spoke with assurance and charm. He was such a softy. Mom use to say if he could he would spoil all of his children to death before he could stand to be stern. In times like this Ruby was super grateful for it.

"You all talk too much. Eat," Yang's mom started completely ignoring the moment and taking her spot right next to the wine bottle, popping open the evening's drink and pouring herself out some to enjoy. Dad sighed at this, clearly a little irritated by that. Ruby didn't really mind, the food looked awesome and she was too busy figuring out how not to offend the train attendants to get a lunch today.

"Mamá perfecta!" Yang laughed as she sat down next to an open seat. One she was quick to pat down giving Ruby a look that said, 'shut up and eat dinner.' Something Ruby was completely chill with. Sitting next to Yang, Ruby found herself in a perfect position to assault all the assorted meats and vegetables lines up on the table for her pickings. The wine was out of reach, but who cared. She was a milk drinker, anyways. A family meal was something Ruby had not been afforded in forever. Something she was so glad to have now.

"Alright, so tomorrow is not my first day?" Ruby asked going over her day plan. The evening meal had gone pretty well, all things considered. The food was astounding. Apparently, while Miss Long cooked Yang and dad worked their hardest, actually constructing dinner. It was then that Ruby learned Yang was in the school's culinary program, 'because she likes food.' About as good a reason as any. Miss Long had made it perfectly clear American dinner was not every night and Ruby would have to get used to Galician meals quick, whatever that actually entailed Ruby missed completely. Eventually Yang breached the subject of school, when it started and apparently how Ruby's day tomorrow was already spoken for despite being a Sunday.

"Yes. Monday is your first day, but tomorrow is special Orientation for abroad students. You are technically abroad so you'll be put in classes designed to acclimate you," dad explained, finishing up his plate of ham. He had enrolled Ruby pretty much without a single finger being lifted by anyone else. He did it mostly to keep one more thing from dropping on Ruby's shoulders, though being put in a special program felt a little like cheating.

"Basically, you'll have like near all English speaking classes for the most part, take a class in Spanish and be a part of the abroad dorm and advising group. Really cool program. I know a girl in it from Italy, she's super cool. I'm actually helping with it this year, so you're not totally alone!" Yang spoke a near mile of text per minute. She was way more confident in this program than Ruby was, but Yang was a walking ball of confidence and assurance. Hell, if she was going to be there how bad could it be. "We're going to be going to school together! I'm so excited!" So excited she was literally bouncing in her seat at the idea.

Looking at an especially difficult piece of ham that would not stop staring Ruby down, she felt exhaustion hit her as hunger faded. Jet lag was already hitting her and Ruby didn't known how much longer she had before her muscles just stopped and refused to obey her. All she was sure is that time was sooner than later.

"Umm, I hate to be rude, but I'm really tired, could I be excused to sleep….and, uh, told where that will be happening?" Ruby asked with a nervous chuckle. She wasn't really comfortable with making demands on anyone yet. Dad nodded in agreement, and Miss long waved 'fine' with at least a warm enough smile, warm enough Ruby still couldn't tell if Yang's mom hated her.

"Let me show you to your room! We totally decked it out!" Yang didn't bother asking permission, she hardly did for anything so this was in no way a surprise. Pulling Ruby to her feet the red head never got a chance to finish her meal before being dragged off. Passed to foyer into the other side of the building. Yang brought her to the stairway, one rising up into the top tower and another below that reaching to the basement.

"I live upstairs, it's actually a pretty sweet deal if I wanna bring people over. You get the basement, but I swear it's cool. It's like it's own apartment," Yang explained, opening the door under the stairs to the basement steps. Ruby was perfectly content with a basement to herself. She was not really expecting her own bedroom to begin with. This house wasn't really reconstructed with a second child in mind after all, a converted room was more than enough. This became even more true when she actually saw what was below.

"We modeled it after your room back home." They sure did, except it was even bigger, had it's own bathroom and living room accessories. The basement was the size of the upstairs dining room and foyer all together. Left was a closet. No door, but massive in space. Right was the bathroom all decked out in red just like the one she shared with mom. The living room set was a red two person couch aimed at a TV with no actual cable hooked up. 'Someone remembers playing fighting games.' The back was complete with an old writer's desk with nice red accents, a punching bag oddly enough, and a hanging bed, like a mattress met a hammock. Clearly dangerous and Yang's idea. Still, Ruby liked it.

The back had a locked door to the outside, the basement of the building having come out on the other side of the hill. A window stretched across the back aside from the backdoor with a diagonally cut red curtains, absolutely based on her's back in the old apartment. The outside view was amazing too, a clear shot to the river that ran by the house. It was just open green expanse. This was awesome. "This use to be my work out room, managed to fit the weights back upstairs, though we had to keep the punching bag down here, so totally going to have to deal with a lot of me being around. Hope you don't like sitting around your room naked or something."

"This is awesome!" Ruby shouted throwing herself on the new couch. She couldn't have dreamed of having so much space and stuff. A writing desk, too. Yang had to have just thought of everything. Ruby really did owe them all so much. Somehow she was going to pay them back one day. Somehow.

"Mom was flipping a shit over the renovations, but dad and I wanted you to be happy here. Ruby, I'm really dumb, but I know what happened with your mom… I loved Summer, she was like a second mom to me. I want to say I'm not great at it, but I'm here for you, sis." Yang didn't need to be good at it, she was already the best sister ever. Ruby didn't know what to say so she just hugged her.

"Yang, thank you. I'ma go to bed, but I'm really happy I'm here with you. We're going to have an awesome couple of years," Ruby replied feeling a bit choked up at the moment. She wasn't ready to talk about Summer, but knowing she could meant a lot.

Yang just nodded, breaking their embrace and taking some steps towards the stairs. "Goodnight Rubes, I'll be going to Orientation with you tomorrow. It'll be great."

"Yeah, it will. See you tomorrow." Yeah, this wasn't going to be about lose. This was a new adventure and tomorrow would be the start.

**** Wow so here it is big new project. Read a lot of highschool A.U. I like, but I didn't want to do the same thing everyone else did, I wanted to put it in college, just one life step above, and put it in a place other than America. I chose the one I new best, Galicia Spain, a place I lived for a Summer. The town and village are based on a mixture of Vale, Alicante (east spain), and a village my family comes from in Galicia. The house is also based on the house my Uncle still lives in. This I thought might give a bit more spice to the setting, though it'll always remain an English fan fic, deals with mostly an American (I wanted to stick to what I know, which is being an American for better or worse).

Next Chapter will introduce our many beloved characters such as Weiss, Blake, Jaune, and Penny, as well as the college itself. I will be having a bit of a culturally diverse cast, so I wanted to reach out ahead and ask and British and Australians out there in terms of language what phrases are real and what isn't that's pop culture bull. Rather people be true to the culture. PM if you could!

Release schedule for this is more varied, but I hope to do plenty! Also, thank LazyKatze for being a source of ideas and editor on this. Her edits are awesome as is her story Layers of Ice! Also I need good art for this, so if anyone of you know of some matching cover art tell me, buh-bye!