It's implied. People are supposed to figure it out from his clothes and shoes not falling apart.
Bitches Hate Canon(SI)(RWBY/So You Want to be a Vampire CYOA)
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I would disagree. There is a difference between something being implied, and something just never being addressed. What you are saying is that the readers, without any knowledge of this conversation, should know that the protagonist's clothes are being protected by magic solely by the fact that the author has not mentioned that they are being damaged. That's an... impressive chain of reasoning that you think we can manage, but we aren't psychic. People are far more likely to think you just forgot about physics for a moment.
I mean, it's up to you. Your story, so do with it what you want.
Edit: Ah, you're not the author. Nevermind then. Carry on. My points stand, the actual author might address them, might not.
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I do not, in or out of context, know why. Maybe it's just Remnant laws of physics. How often do you see clothing damage actually happen in RWBY? Very infrequently. Maybe it's just really good fabric used everywhere. Who knows? I don't. Not gonna throw in a explanation that I do not, in context, know.
Chapter 6:Bloody mary...Virgin, that is
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- In The Shadowbear Slave Camp
I'm quickly ushered into a backroom and shown a seat by a...understandably nervous bartender, who goes off to make a call. I cross my legs casually and hum under my breath, still perched atop the chair.
Wait…
Hah! Yes! I am, in fact, super flexible, too--I can even put my legs in lotus without my hands!
…
Alright, I'm a touch bored.
…
After waiting for about a hour, a man who looks...roughly like Junior did in the series, except face slightly wrinkled with wear, and a touch of pepper in his beard.
I snap to attention and immediately standup, bowing my head in deference. "Good evening, Mr. Xiong. Were you informed about why I came here?" I ask politely. He gives me an appraising eye.
"How about you put it in your own words."
That's fair.
"Basically, I'm sure a guy like you needs to make some...deliveries from time to time. Probably most of them within Vale's walls. I have the ability to sustain speeds well in excess of...pretty much any land vehicle I know of, for an extended period of time. Additionally, I can make some pretty sharp turns, come to abrupt stops, et cetera."
Xiong scratches his beard. "So essentially, you're offering to work as a courier. I doubt you can carry heavy packages like that, certainly not as much as a vehicle could…"
"Eh, I'm pretty darn strong. As long as it's not too bulky, exceptionally fragile, or something… volatile, I can manage. Anything that can fit in a decent backpack will do. I can carry information you don't want to send over the CCT, I can carry verbal messages with good accuracy if you want to make sure there's nothing written down, so nobody has any proof of anything…" His expression shifts slightly at that last one, which I don't quite catch. "Mind you, I won't be available at a moment's notice--but if you can give me a hour or two of advance notice I can do a full day of deliveries." I lean in conspiratorially. "Of course, I won't ask about what I'm delivering, and I won't deliver any… blatant messages, you would say. It would be best for both of us if you had someone assigned to act as a go between, so in the very unfortunate chance that I do get detained, I can tell them that I had no idea what I was delivering, and tell them who gave me the package. By supposedly complying with the law, suspicion would be off me, and thus I could make deliveries while drawing less attention."
Mr. Xiong nods his head thoughtfully. "Sounds interesting. Two problems though."
"...Eh? P-problems?"
He nods gravely, raising one fist with it's back facing me. He flicks out one finger. "One. Name. You know mine. I do not know yours. Fix that."
"A-ah. Yes." I clear my throat. "My name is Drake, sir. Drake Laurel."
He nods again, flicking out a second finger. "I can't just take you immediately at your word. I'm going to send you with a package. Deliver within…" He thinks for a second. "Fifteen minutes. You will be paid 200 on delivery. I do not have to tell you what will happen if you fail to deliver, obviously. If you're late, you just won't be paid. Theft, on the other hand."
I nod.
"Very good! Give me a second to prepare the package, I'll tell you when the time starts."
He quickly packs a bottle into a case, makes sure it's secured firmly, loads it into a satchel and hands me the bag.
He then pulls out a scrap of paper and scribbles a address on it. He hands it to me. "Time starts now."
"Uh…"
"Go."
I quickly scan the address, hand it back to him and open the door before blurring out, a few napkins displaced by the burst of wind.
Unseen and unheard by me, Mr. Xiong makes a phone call.
"Hey, Gelato. Nah, nah, I don't have any 'work' for you at the moment. Listen, just sent some guy with your usual. If he gets there within the next….13 minutes, give him 200 lien. Nah, don't worry about the cost of your usual, it'll just be the 200, you know how expensive that stuff is. Afterwards, maybe offer to take him down to the ring…"
At my speed, it takes about 3 minutes to reach the address I was given. I knock sharply, bouncing lightly on my heels. The door slams inward and…
Uh.
...Why am I staring at a buff, 30-ish year old male Neopolitan?
This...bothers me.
"Hey. Whaddya want."
"Uh. Package for you, sir." Now that I look, there's actually no brown on his head.
What intensifies.
I hand him the bag. He opens it, nods, and pulls out some Lien, handing it to me. His eyes flick up and down as though sizing me up.
"Hey, I was just about to head to the gym. Wanna go for a spar?"
"No th--"
"Beat me and I'll throw you triple what you got there." He nods at the Lien in my hands. I freeze, running mental math. 800 lien. That's basically all I spent on the coffin, paid back immediately.
"...And if I lose?"
A smirk graces his lips. "Then you'll just have to come back until you can beat me, won't you?"
...I can see where Neo gets her sadism from.
My eyes flick upwards.
Sunset.
I nod.
His smirk widens, and I fight to keep from smirking myself.
He has absolutely no idea what he's getting into, now does he?
A/N:Sorry, this chapter was kinda kicking my ass. As always, reviews and comments are appreciated. I know this is a bit shorter than my other chapters, especially given the wait time.
Wait…
Hah! Yes! I am, in fact, super flexible, too--I can even put my legs in lotus without my hands!
…
Alright, I'm a touch bored.
…
After waiting for about a hour, a man who looks...roughly like Junior did in the series, except face slightly wrinkled with wear, and a touch of pepper in his beard.
I snap to attention and immediately standup, bowing my head in deference. "Good evening, Mr. Xiong. Were you informed about why I came here?" I ask politely. He gives me an appraising eye.
"How about you put it in your own words."
That's fair.
"Basically, I'm sure a guy like you needs to make some...deliveries from time to time. Probably most of them within Vale's walls. I have the ability to sustain speeds well in excess of...pretty much any land vehicle I know of, for an extended period of time. Additionally, I can make some pretty sharp turns, come to abrupt stops, et cetera."
Xiong scratches his beard. "So essentially, you're offering to work as a courier. I doubt you can carry heavy packages like that, certainly not as much as a vehicle could…"
"Eh, I'm pretty darn strong. As long as it's not too bulky, exceptionally fragile, or something… volatile, I can manage. Anything that can fit in a decent backpack will do. I can carry information you don't want to send over the CCT, I can carry verbal messages with good accuracy if you want to make sure there's nothing written down, so nobody has any proof of anything…" His expression shifts slightly at that last one, which I don't quite catch. "Mind you, I won't be available at a moment's notice--but if you can give me a hour or two of advance notice I can do a full day of deliveries." I lean in conspiratorially. "Of course, I won't ask about what I'm delivering, and I won't deliver any… blatant messages, you would say. It would be best for both of us if you had someone assigned to act as a go between, so in the very unfortunate chance that I do get detained, I can tell them that I had no idea what I was delivering, and tell them who gave me the package. By supposedly complying with the law, suspicion would be off me, and thus I could make deliveries while drawing less attention."
Mr. Xiong nods his head thoughtfully. "Sounds interesting. Two problems though."
"...Eh? P-problems?"
He nods gravely, raising one fist with it's back facing me. He flicks out one finger. "One. Name. You know mine. I do not know yours. Fix that."
"A-ah. Yes." I clear my throat. "My name is Drake, sir. Drake Laurel."
He nods again, flicking out a second finger. "I can't just take you immediately at your word. I'm going to send you with a package. Deliver within…" He thinks for a second. "Fifteen minutes. You will be paid 200 on delivery. I do not have to tell you what will happen if you fail to deliver, obviously. If you're late, you just won't be paid. Theft, on the other hand."
I nod.
"Very good! Give me a second to prepare the package, I'll tell you when the time starts."
He quickly packs a bottle into a case, makes sure it's secured firmly, loads it into a satchel and hands me the bag.
He then pulls out a scrap of paper and scribbles a address on it. He hands it to me. "Time starts now."
"Uh…"
"Go."
I quickly scan the address, hand it back to him and open the door before blurring out, a few napkins displaced by the burst of wind.
Unseen and unheard by me, Mr. Xiong makes a phone call.
"Hey, Gelato. Nah, nah, I don't have any 'work' for you at the moment. Listen, just sent some guy with your usual. If he gets there within the next….13 minutes, give him 200 lien. Nah, don't worry about the cost of your usual, it'll just be the 200, you know how expensive that stuff is. Afterwards, maybe offer to take him down to the ring…"
At my speed, it takes about 3 minutes to reach the address I was given. I knock sharply, bouncing lightly on my heels. The door slams inward and…
Uh.
...Why am I staring at a buff, 30-ish year old male Neopolitan?
This...bothers me.
"Hey. Whaddya want."
"Uh. Package for you, sir." Now that I look, there's actually no brown on his head.
What intensifies.
I hand him the bag. He opens it, nods, and pulls out some Lien, handing it to me. His eyes flick up and down as though sizing me up.
"Hey, I was just about to head to the gym. Wanna go for a spar?"
"No th--"
"Beat me and I'll throw you triple what you got there." He nods at the Lien in my hands. I freeze, running mental math. 800 lien. That's basically all I spent on the coffin, paid back immediately.
"...And if I lose?"
A smirk graces his lips. "Then you'll just have to come back until you can beat me, won't you?"
...I can see where Neo gets her sadism from.
My eyes flick upwards.
Sunset.
I nod.
His smirk widens, and I fight to keep from smirking myself.
He has absolutely no idea what he's getting into, now does he?
A/N:Sorry, this chapter was kinda kicking my ass. As always, reviews and comments are appreciated. I know this is a bit shorter than my other chapters, especially given the wait time.
Oh boy, you have a chance to become that weird pampering uncle to Neo
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- In The Shadowbear Slave Camp
You mean in the ring?
The fighting ring?
The ring in which we will fight?
These fights taking place at night, when I am functionally invincible along with my super-strength, super-speed, super-reflexes....
I get the feeling that there's not going to be a problem somehow.
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- Chicago
I see you're excited.You mean in the ring?
The fighting ring?
The ring in which we will fight?
These fights taking place at night, when I am functionally invincible along with my super-strength, super-speed, super-reflexes....
And no. Not the fight itself
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- Earth, Sol System
No, that was me honestly wondering and asking about it. Super speed doesn't always have the perk of protecting both you and what you carry from friction, so I wanted to know out of curiosity.
Edit: I was not expecting to see who is probably Neo's dad. That's a first in my experience. I can see why he went to Junior, though I think it will bite him in the ass later on.
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This chapter was of higher quality than the previous ones, though a bit too short imo. Considering its pacing was so much more effective, that amplified the issue.
Thanks for the chapter, i look forward to more.
Thanks for the chapter, i look forward to more.
Mgunh1
Not an AI, honest!
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- Northern Luna Base, Module 5, Sublevel 15
I'm going to laugh if Drake gets repeatedly Ring Out'd by an insanely nimble Ice Cream Daddy.
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- Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
This has been a lot of fun so far, but I feel the need to point out a few things. Nitpicking, AWAY!
For one, it's good that your current build is at zero bad blood . . . less good that it does NOT have the Age Empowerment. I only counted it once so it's probably worth double checking, but by my math you'll need to grab something else or exchange some other +1 choice for it. Perhaps Vampinals for Age or something? The Age perk is specifically mentioned in the 1st chapter's text but not on the character sheet in that chapter, or on the character sheet that was threadmarked as an Informational.
As for Gelato (I laughed at that when I realized who it was supposed to be, btw) is his presence supposed to subtly show that this is AU RWBY? The song "One Thing" gives us some of the only info we have on Neo's backstory:
"I was nowhere, I had no one
I felt nothing
Lost without a voice
And on my own
Then a candle's flame brought a brand new name"
I don't have any problems with her having a dad/uncle/whoever, but in canon she ends up with nothing before meeting Roman and then adopting the name Neopolitan. While I appreciate the ice cream name theme running in the family, the name Neo grew up with in canon is not Neo. Sure it's possible the "new name" refers to the nicknme "Neo" instead of everyone calling her Neopolitan but I doubt it. I'm trying to decide if Gelato's appearance and connection is supposed to be tragic foreshadowing (which I'm sure vampire-kun will prevent if so), a subtle signal that this story is in an AU of RWBY (bitches hate canon indeed . . . love the name btw), or if it was simply an unknown or overlooked detail. I've seen fanfics that selectively dismiss certain bits of canon that take place after Volume 3, is this one of those stories maybe?
For one, it's good that your current build is at zero bad blood . . . less good that it does NOT have the Age Empowerment. I only counted it once so it's probably worth double checking, but by my math you'll need to grab something else or exchange some other +1 choice for it. Perhaps Vampinals for Age or something? The Age perk is specifically mentioned in the 1st chapter's text but not on the character sheet in that chapter, or on the character sheet that was threadmarked as an Informational.
As for Gelato (I laughed at that when I realized who it was supposed to be, btw) is his presence supposed to subtly show that this is AU RWBY? The song "One Thing" gives us some of the only info we have on Neo's backstory:
"I was nowhere, I had no one
I felt nothing
Lost without a voice
And on my own
Then a candle's flame brought a brand new name"
I don't have any problems with her having a dad/uncle/whoever, but in canon she ends up with nothing before meeting Roman and then adopting the name Neopolitan. While I appreciate the ice cream name theme running in the family, the name Neo grew up with in canon is not Neo. Sure it's possible the "new name" refers to the nicknme "Neo" instead of everyone calling her Neopolitan but I doubt it. I'm trying to decide if Gelato's appearance and connection is supposed to be tragic foreshadowing (which I'm sure vampire-kun will prevent if so), a subtle signal that this story is in an AU of RWBY (bitches hate canon indeed . . . love the name btw), or if it was simply an unknown or overlooked detail. I've seen fanfics that selectively dismiss certain bits of canon that take place after Volume 3, is this one of those stories maybe?
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Aw crap on the bad blood. I missed that, fuck. I meant for it to be there.
Also, Neo didn't have to be a orphan forever. Or it could be even worse... I didn't know about the name thing though.
I admittedly haven't managed to slog my way through 4 and on myself yet. x.x
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- Canada
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Hah! Yeah, that'd explain it. TBH there's a lot of shit done poorly in 4 and 5. There's good parts for sure, there's just a LOT of crap to slog through. 6 starts off strong but picks up shit later on. So much potential just not handled right, it's one of the reasons why I love RWBY fanfics so much. I haven't seen 7 yet so I can't comment on that. All I know is that
Penny has been rebuilt, so long as her "core" remains intact she will survive and can be fixed.
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Thanks!
Fixed the bad blood--added Last Chance on the basis that, for that day, they're VAMPIRES. And I CAN ORDER VAMPIRES AROUND.
Literally just have have someone in the area with a little bit of human blood and order them to dab it on their skin.
Ch. 7:Bloodsport
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- In The Shadowbear Slave Camp
Gelato leads me to a run down looking building. People give the two of us a fairly wide berth for, ahem, some reason. Soon enough, we're lead to a room and given a run down.
Basically, don't break the bleachers and don't kill each other. First blood or yield.
Gelato obviously has Aura, and they pull it up on the monitor, but when they try me…
'Error--Target aura inactive.'
Gelato's eyebrows lift.
"Hey, kid, if you want, I can activate your aura for you. Won't help much, but would make it a little more of a fair fight."
I hesitate, then nod.
He lays his hand on my shoulder.
" Life means strife. Life can never be maintained without effort and must be fought for. Let battle release the chains of a bound soul. Grasping for freedom, for an eagle cannot fly on clipped wings. To carve a lone path, striding without pause, I empower you to release your soul and depart."
…
I...don't feel anything.
Gelato's eyes narrow as he turns away. "Check his aura again?"
I hear an inexplicably Australian(Menageriean?) voice call out from somewhere on the side, "Negative, mate! Still got nothing!"
....
Well, that answers that.
"That's fine. I don't need aura to kick your ass anyway." I interrupt any further curiosity.
"Oho? You've got a little bite to you, don't you?" SNRK.
"You have NO idea." I deadpan.
We square off. "What terms we sparring on, then? Normally we go with first to fall below 10% aura loses."
I smirk. "First blood for me. 10% for you. Don't hold back."
"All right then, that's settled? Great. Three… Two… One… Fight!" Declares the Aussie. Menagie? Fuck it.
My momentary distraction comes at the cost of a cut across the chest. Ah, he uses knives, I see. "And that's it for you then!"
I raise a eyebrow, pulling the shirt's new gash open to show skin and no blood. His eyes narrow in disbelief. Disbelief that magnifies when I flick my wrist, revealing 'mechanical' blades sprouting from my fingers. I swing for him as he ducks back, blocking with his knives, and, after the hit, I duck down and sweep his leg handily. He lands with a huff of expelled breath before I stomp one his left wrist, forcing him to release that knife reflexively. I give it a flick with my foot and slap it to the side with my palm, burying it in a wall.
Handle first.
Oops. Why would you use DRYWALL in a sparring ring's walls?!
I back away, allowing Gelato to get to his feet and size me up as I eye the monitor. 60%.
He lunges forwards during my 'distraction' and I take the opportunity to chop his elbow with the edge of one hand. He falls to the ground, caught off guard and I take the opportunity to punch him in the back of the head a couple of times, each punch chipping a decent amount of aura off the board--
"Hold!" I stop. "Drake wins." The Aussie guy announces.
I flick my hand again to disguise my retraction of the blade on that hand before offering him a hand up.
Gelato takes it with a sheepish look. "Underestimated you, kid." He mutters.
I nod. He pulls out a Lien card and passes it to me. "Your winnings." He states.
Yes. Good. With this the pact is (mostly) fulfilled. I can set this money aside for taking care of the kids, I'mma treat shelter as being, like, 90% for them given that there are more of them and I don't need it as much. Once I blow through the Kuroyuri money I won't have to worry about guilting myself over having taken it anymore because I'll have fulfilled the promise I made to myself to use that money for them.
As for this guy…. Still pretty sure he's Neo's dad, but...how? Was it a fling and he doesn't know about her? Was it a divorce? Did he actually up and abandon her? INFORMATION GATHERING:COMMENCE.
Thinking of Neo, I should also look into Emerald and Mercury, shouldn't I?
…
Shit.
....I...I can totally wait to deal with that later, it's not a pressing issue at all ahahahaha nope nope alright no more internal breakdowns i'll have plenty of time for THOSE later.
Alright, impending mental breakdown owing to trying to SAVE ALL THEthings PEOPLE aside, I should get outta here.
"Tell Mr. Xiong to contact me when he has need of my services. I look forward to hearing from him soon."
After a few more exchanged words, I jet.
I pick up a quick bite to eat. After eating some noodles, I...actually feel a little less hungry?
Oh.
Oh, right.
That's...very much a thing, isn't it?
I wrinkle my nose slightly but happily pay for the noodles.
Mealworm farm...technically unnecessary. But still good if I want to make rations.
I zip off home. Time for the thing that gives me the most mixed feelings out of this whole thing:
Showing plenty of love and affection to the kids. I mean, they're cute and all but I'm...a little contact averse, and introverted besides and i honestly don't know if I can handle them all at once especially once they become a little more lively. They're, uh...a bit passive, which probably isn't healthy. I DON'T KNOW I'M NOT A DOCTOR.
I lose myself in my thoughts along the way and nearly barrel directly into a certain….unshaven man as I near my destination.
Qrow offers me a slightly strained smile. "Good evening, mister…?"
…Shit.
Basically, don't break the bleachers and don't kill each other. First blood or yield.
Gelato obviously has Aura, and they pull it up on the monitor, but when they try me…
'Error--Target aura inactive.'
Gelato's eyebrows lift.
"Hey, kid, if you want, I can activate your aura for you. Won't help much, but would make it a little more of a fair fight."
I hesitate, then nod.
He lays his hand on my shoulder.
" Life means strife. Life can never be maintained without effort and must be fought for. Let battle release the chains of a bound soul. Grasping for freedom, for an eagle cannot fly on clipped wings. To carve a lone path, striding without pause, I empower you to release your soul and depart."
…
I...don't feel anything.
Gelato's eyes narrow as he turns away. "Check his aura again?"
I hear an inexplicably Australian(Menageriean?) voice call out from somewhere on the side, "Negative, mate! Still got nothing!"
....
Well, that answers that.
"That's fine. I don't need aura to kick your ass anyway." I interrupt any further curiosity.
"Oho? You've got a little bite to you, don't you?" SNRK.
"You have NO idea." I deadpan.
We square off. "What terms we sparring on, then? Normally we go with first to fall below 10% aura loses."
I smirk. "First blood for me. 10% for you. Don't hold back."
"All right then, that's settled? Great. Three… Two… One… Fight!" Declares the Aussie. Menagie? Fuck it.
My momentary distraction comes at the cost of a cut across the chest. Ah, he uses knives, I see. "And that's it for you then!"
I raise a eyebrow, pulling the shirt's new gash open to show skin and no blood. His eyes narrow in disbelief. Disbelief that magnifies when I flick my wrist, revealing 'mechanical' blades sprouting from my fingers. I swing for him as he ducks back, blocking with his knives, and, after the hit, I duck down and sweep his leg handily. He lands with a huff of expelled breath before I stomp one his left wrist, forcing him to release that knife reflexively. I give it a flick with my foot and slap it to the side with my palm, burying it in a wall.
Handle first.
Oops. Why would you use DRYWALL in a sparring ring's walls?!
I back away, allowing Gelato to get to his feet and size me up as I eye the monitor. 60%.
He lunges forwards during my 'distraction' and I take the opportunity to chop his elbow with the edge of one hand. He falls to the ground, caught off guard and I take the opportunity to punch him in the back of the head a couple of times, each punch chipping a decent amount of aura off the board--
"Hold!" I stop. "Drake wins." The Aussie guy announces.
I flick my hand again to disguise my retraction of the blade on that hand before offering him a hand up.
Gelato takes it with a sheepish look. "Underestimated you, kid." He mutters.
I nod. He pulls out a Lien card and passes it to me. "Your winnings." He states.
Yes. Good. With this the pact is (mostly) fulfilled. I can set this money aside for taking care of the kids, I'mma treat shelter as being, like, 90% for them given that there are more of them and I don't need it as much. Once I blow through the Kuroyuri money I won't have to worry about guilting myself over having taken it anymore because I'll have fulfilled the promise I made to myself to use that money for them.
As for this guy…. Still pretty sure he's Neo's dad, but...how? Was it a fling and he doesn't know about her? Was it a divorce? Did he actually up and abandon her? INFORMATION GATHERING:COMMENCE.
Thinking of Neo, I should also look into Emerald and Mercury, shouldn't I?
…
Shit.
....I...I can totally wait to deal with that later, it's not a pressing issue at all ahahahaha nope nope alright no more internal breakdowns i'll have plenty of time for THOSE later.
Alright, impending mental breakdown owing to trying to SAVE ALL THE
"Tell Mr. Xiong to contact me when he has need of my services. I look forward to hearing from him soon."
After a few more exchanged words, I jet.
I pick up a quick bite to eat. After eating some noodles, I...actually feel a little less hungry?
Oh.
Oh, right.
That's...very much a thing, isn't it?
I wrinkle my nose slightly but happily pay for the noodles.
Mealworm farm...technically unnecessary. But still good if I want to make rations.
I zip off home. Time for the thing that gives me the most mixed feelings out of this whole thing:
Showing plenty of love and affection to the kids. I mean, they're cute and all but I'm...a little contact averse, and introverted besides and i honestly don't know if I can handle them all at once especially once they become a little more lively. They're, uh...a bit passive, which probably isn't healthy. I DON'T KNOW I'M NOT A DOCTOR.
I lose myself in my thoughts along the way and nearly barrel directly into a certain….unshaven man as I near my destination.
Qrow offers me a slightly strained smile. "Good evening, mister…?"
…Shit.
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- From the moon
Hmmm i guess not having an aura or remnant soul makes sense. Given i think it was the God of darkness gave Humans magic and the god of light gave humans aura/soul. Or at least I think that was the guess given animals have souls and were made by the god of light but no magic.
So technically given that our Mc here is not a manufactured species from either of the two would mean they don't have Remnant style magic or aura(soul). Well either that or she's technically a type of Grimm? This is just a guess of course.
So technically given that our Mc here is not a manufactured species from either of the two would mean they don't have Remnant style magic or aura(soul). Well either that or she's technically a type of Grimm? This is just a guess of course.
- Location
- Netherlands
So, we met Neo's dad, now we meet Rose's and Yang's uncle.
I'm envisioning the fight on the train at Moutain Glen, Yang is duking out with Neo when Drake leaps out of the shadows, bend both of them (it... sounds strange when you think about it) over his knee and give them a spanking. Something about "bad kids"
I'm envisioning the fight on the train at Moutain Glen, Yang is duking out with Neo when Drake leaps out of the shadows, bend both of them (it... sounds strange when you think about it) over his knee and give them a spanking. Something about "bad kids"
Chapter 8:Bloodhounds
- Location
- In The Shadowbear Slave Camp
"Good evening to yourself as well." I stall slightly. "You may call me Drake. Might I ask what you are doing outside my home?" I reply. Hm. He doesn't smell very drunk…...maybe his alcoholism was a developing problem?
"My name is Qrow." He responds easily. "I'm a huntsman, and I heard that a bunch of refugees had recently relocated to this area. Unfortunately, sometimes criminals use this sort of event to fabricate new lives for themselves--or to simply slip into one of the inner cities of a Kingdom under a new identity in order to pull something off. I knocked earlier, but a young lady told me to go away and wait for a Mr. Drake to be here.I assume you are that same 'Drake'?"
Huh. Businesslike.
"Yep. Like I said, I'm Drake."
"Full name?"
"Drake Laurel."
He nods and pulls out a scanner and attaches it to his scroll, casually scanning my Aura. He frowns, smacks it a few times, and scans again. "Damn thing must be on the fritz, it says you have an inactive aura." I raise an eyebrow silently. Didn't scrolls already have that function built in? "It's a specialized scanner." He explains, correctly interpreting my confusion. "Might I ask what you do for a living?"
"...I was a bit of a wanderer." I admit. "I was working on, ah, let's say 'self study' hunting." I grin sheepishly. "Between journeys, I'd stay at villages for a week or two at a time to do odd jobs. Things that needed to be done that would cover room and board, trips around the village to make sure there wasn't anything out there lookin' to get in, stuff like that." I sigh. "That aside, now that I have...them… to take care of, I've decided to start up a courier service. With my unique skillset I can deliver things safely and quickly, especially across urban areas. If I had notice, I could easily deliver things like medicine or Dust to villages on foot, faster than some vehicles and cheaper to boot."
He looks dubious. "And more discreetly, I assume?"
"It's not like the postal service opens the packages it delivers before giving them to recipients. Why would I be different?"
He snorts slightly. "Fair enough. Just keep your nose clean."
Hm. "I wasn't of the impression that Huntsmen are generally members of the neighborhood watch." I jibe lightly.
Qrow chokes on a tiny bit of saliva. "W-what? No, no, my nieces just live down the road a ways."
I nod. "I see. Personal investment." I pause, trying not to show too much interest. "How old are they? Maybe I could introduce a couple of the kids. They could use someone to talk to, I think."
Qrow seems to balk slightly at this, studying me for a few seconds. I detect danger for half a second, but at the end of the day he couldn't really hurt m--
At that very moment a very wet 'splat' echoed and Qrow's face underwent a series of very interesting transformations, from very slightly smug to very slightly surprised to slightly annoyed to...defeated.
"You...Uh. Might want to clean that up." He manages. I reach up and...yep. That's in my hair. Bird shit.
I look up and spot the offender, a large hawk that just landed on a nearby tree. "YOU SACK OF SHIT!" I scream up at it.
"Not full of shit anymore, now am I?" It replies. Before squawking wordlessly at me and taking off again.
...Oh yeah. I can talk to animals.
I let out a sigh.
"Yeah. I'm...I'm just gonna go do that." I state flatly. "Maybe I'll see you around, man." I give him a little wave before going inside for a long, hot shower.
The next day, I purchase a whole pig (dead and raw) and a meat injection needle. In the early morning, I set out, carting a cooler behind me and with a bandaged wrist. I extracted...quite a bit of blood, but I'm not feeling a huge amount of aftereffects. Perhaps I sway slightly more than I ought.
"Heeeeere wolves!" I call out, focusing on envisioning...well, a wolf.
"Oy! Whaddya think we are, some kind of lapdogs!" A inexplicably accented voice comes from my left and I turn to face it.
I blink and an apology comes to my lips before I snap my mouth shut with a click.
"Nah, you look more like a purse puppy to me!" I snap back at the wolf, who whuffs softly in seeming amusement.
"You've got bark. So, whaddya want? You're interesting enough to get our attention but that doesn't mean you can just order us around." The large wolf grins, flanked by a slightly smaller wolf and 3 even smaller wolves.
In reply, I open the cooler and roll the pig out of it. "For you." I state.
The wolves eye it suspiciously. "Eh, what's in it for you?" One of them asks suspiciously.
I almost say that it was simply a gift before biting my tongue. "I need some beetle larvae." I state. "Will one of you guide me to some in return?" The biggest seems to debate this for a minute before nodding. I suppress a smile consciously, remembering that animals bare their teeth in aggression.
Heh. In a couple of weeks, I'll have myself a few regular Baskervilles...
As always, this took way longer than it should have. Sorry.
Feedback and comments are always welcome. Doing my best to adjust my writing style a little in keeping with what @Zedred said.
"My name is Qrow." He responds easily. "I'm a huntsman, and I heard that a bunch of refugees had recently relocated to this area. Unfortunately, sometimes criminals use this sort of event to fabricate new lives for themselves--or to simply slip into one of the inner cities of a Kingdom under a new identity in order to pull something off. I knocked earlier, but a young lady told me to go away and wait for a Mr. Drake to be here.I assume you are that same 'Drake'?"
Huh. Businesslike.
"Yep. Like I said, I'm Drake."
"Full name?"
"Drake Laurel."
He nods and pulls out a scanner and attaches it to his scroll, casually scanning my Aura. He frowns, smacks it a few times, and scans again. "Damn thing must be on the fritz, it says you have an inactive aura." I raise an eyebrow silently. Didn't scrolls already have that function built in? "It's a specialized scanner." He explains, correctly interpreting my confusion. "Might I ask what you do for a living?"
"...I was a bit of a wanderer." I admit. "I was working on, ah, let's say 'self study' hunting." I grin sheepishly. "Between journeys, I'd stay at villages for a week or two at a time to do odd jobs. Things that needed to be done that would cover room and board, trips around the village to make sure there wasn't anything out there lookin' to get in, stuff like that." I sigh. "That aside, now that I have...them… to take care of, I've decided to start up a courier service. With my unique skillset I can deliver things safely and quickly, especially across urban areas. If I had notice, I could easily deliver things like medicine or Dust to villages on foot, faster than some vehicles and cheaper to boot."
He looks dubious. "And more discreetly, I assume?"
"It's not like the postal service opens the packages it delivers before giving them to recipients. Why would I be different?"
He snorts slightly. "Fair enough. Just keep your nose clean."
Hm. "I wasn't of the impression that Huntsmen are generally members of the neighborhood watch." I jibe lightly.
Qrow chokes on a tiny bit of saliva. "W-what? No, no, my nieces just live down the road a ways."
I nod. "I see. Personal investment." I pause, trying not to show too much interest. "How old are they? Maybe I could introduce a couple of the kids. They could use someone to talk to, I think."
Qrow seems to balk slightly at this, studying me for a few seconds. I detect danger for half a second, but at the end of the day he couldn't really hurt m--
At that very moment a very wet 'splat' echoed and Qrow's face underwent a series of very interesting transformations, from very slightly smug to very slightly surprised to slightly annoyed to...defeated.
"You...Uh. Might want to clean that up." He manages. I reach up and...yep. That's in my hair. Bird shit.
I look up and spot the offender, a large hawk that just landed on a nearby tree. "YOU SACK OF SHIT!" I scream up at it.
"Not full of shit anymore, now am I?" It replies. Before squawking wordlessly at me and taking off again.
...Oh yeah. I can talk to animals.
I let out a sigh.
"Yeah. I'm...I'm just gonna go do that." I state flatly. "Maybe I'll see you around, man." I give him a little wave before going inside for a long, hot shower.
The next day, I purchase a whole pig (dead and raw) and a meat injection needle. In the early morning, I set out, carting a cooler behind me and with a bandaged wrist. I extracted...quite a bit of blood, but I'm not feeling a huge amount of aftereffects. Perhaps I sway slightly more than I ought.
"Heeeeere wolves!" I call out, focusing on envisioning...well, a wolf.
"Oy! Whaddya think we are, some kind of lapdogs!" A inexplicably accented voice comes from my left and I turn to face it.
I blink and an apology comes to my lips before I snap my mouth shut with a click.
"Nah, you look more like a purse puppy to me!" I snap back at the wolf, who whuffs softly in seeming amusement.
"You've got bark. So, whaddya want? You're interesting enough to get our attention but that doesn't mean you can just order us around." The large wolf grins, flanked by a slightly smaller wolf and 3 even smaller wolves.
In reply, I open the cooler and roll the pig out of it. "For you." I state.
The wolves eye it suspiciously. "Eh, what's in it for you?" One of them asks suspiciously.
I almost say that it was simply a gift before biting my tongue. "I need some beetle larvae." I state. "Will one of you guide me to some in return?" The biggest seems to debate this for a minute before nodding. I suppress a smile consciously, remembering that animals bare their teeth in aggression.
Heh. In a couple of weeks, I'll have myself a few regular Baskervilles...
As always, this took way longer than it should have. Sorry.
Feedback and comments are always welcome. Doing my best to adjust my writing style a little in keeping with what @Zedred said.
verycoolname
Not actually cool
Drake's gonna need a decent excuse for not having aura but possessing super-human/faunus powers pretty quickly. Eventually, someone is going to ask the question 'what kind of creature could be so powerful without aura' and make some Grimm assumptions.
If I was in his shoes I would claim that my aura was naturally self-contained, with all of it being used to reinforce my body. There're probably better explanations, but...
If I was in his shoes I would claim that my aura was naturally self-contained, with all of it being used to reinforce my body. There're probably better explanations, but...
- Location
- Israel
Easy/lame excuse would be something along the lines of "My Aura has a passive effect of making it appear as though I have no Aura, there are downsides to this in a civilized society as well as in combat."
One such social downside would be inability to be considered as a hunter by others as he appears to (Actually does) possess no Aura. Combat downside include bad coordination ability with teammates over Aura levels, such as when backup is required or w/e. Hmm, that's actually a real downside to not having Aura.
At least that's how I feel he should present himself.
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
Excuse me, but are those wolves you recruited female?
Because then the title of this story would be so much funnier.
Because then the title of this story would be so much funnier.