Hold It In (RWBY/Transistor)
- Thread starter Prok
- Start date
- Crossover
Nihilo
Authorial parasite
- Location
- Catalonia
Bitch, please. ()Therapy.
Gonna bitchslap (with the flat of a giant sword) the trauma right off.
ADeshantis
King on the Chromium Throne
- Location
- United states
I feel like Therapy is a little too much of the indefinite human touch for a Function to handle. ()Hug would work well for subtle positive reinforcement at distance, assuming she likes being touched.
- Location
- A state of cleverness
Ha!By sheer luck, it's Qrow who is affected.
"All right you bunch of brats listen up," Qrow said as he took a swig from his flask. A preppy looking boy in the front opened his mouth to say something but Qrow just LOOKED at him and he sat down and swallowed. Still got it. Some of the other kids, some with Huntsmen older siblings or friends were already relaxing and lounging. Well. "There's only one difference between a good Huntsman and a dead one. And that's BEING PREPARED!" He slammed a palm on the table at the front of the lecture hall and it shattered. The detonation roused the dozers and sent the nervous ones screaming to the floor. He waited for the pandemonium to pass by taking another drink.
When he got tired of waiting, Qrow slammed a palm into the whiteboard. Every student in the room snapped to wide-eyed attention. Qrow smirked. He had them now. He stepped over the remains of the table, and opened his mouth to say
Meanwhile at Beacon
"SHIT BE FUCKED!" screamed Cream as she used her
Back at Signal
Taiyang stared at his best friend's head. It was the only part of Qrow that was there. The rest of him, presumably, was stuck between the 3rd floor. "Language, Qrow. There are students present." They were staring too.
Tai walked around to check his friend's head for injuries. Qrow didn't look brain damaged, but it did look like he was praying for death. Feeling more than the usual amount of pity, Tai pulled the emergency flask Ruby thought she'd destroyed five years ago out of his secret pocket, uncorked it, and set it in front of Qrow.
Qrow's nose twitched at the scent, and without opening his eyes he caught the lip of the flask between his teeth and flipped it up.
Interlude: Creme Daylaw, The Doe
Prok
Go play Star Fetchers
- Location
- Scotland
I mean, yeah, but the joke was too good to pass up.
Tried that. Colours are easy to find- colours that translate well into names? Not so much. The RWBY name generator's good, but... some of them are pretty stretched if you ask me. Maybe I'm just picky. Then again, I did roughly name the guy who uses atomic karate "one hundred summer suns," so maybe I should lower my standards to match my talent.
That's technically only a recolour of Red, mind. While a nice idea of what he'd look like with the Transistor in tow, and perhaps a nice idea for a wardrobe change, should people be so inclined, I'm currently sticking with canon clothing for now. Not that you won't have the option to change before Beacon rolls around, but right now the armour-obscured Pumpkin Pete hoodie and jeans is what you've got.
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You shift a little in the bus seat, trying and failing to find a comfortable position that doesn't have you sitting awkwardly on your tail.
You'd never admit it, but you're kind of envious of the other does who ended up with ears, or a nose, or even just monkey Faunus- at least they can wrap their tails around their waist instead of having to either sit on it or have it jab into the seat and feel their entire spine get pushed up a disc. Spotting your stop, you palm the buzzer and get up, ignoring the looks you get as you walk past people, your tail finally freed from its confines to draw the looks of others. You're not sure how many are looks of ugh, Faunus, and how many are looks of oh tail ok kinda wonder what it feels like, but you don't particularly care anyway.
Let them stare. Maybe if they look close enough they'll see the hammer-axe on your hip and think twice about doing anything.
As you leave, you hear the driver mutter something under his breath.
"Thank you!" You chirp at him as you step off, watching with a little bit of pleasure as he freezes, knowing full well he'd just been caught red-handed. You walk quickly before anyone catches the tiny smirk on your face.
'Thanking them takes their power over you away from them. They want you to be hurt, to be scared, so when you turn and thank them, and it just slides off you like water off a duck's back, it throws them for a loop! If they don't hurt you, then they just end up hurting themselves in the long run.'
Your grandma understood people. She understood why they act the way they act, why they feel a need to lord it over you just because you happen to have a black nose, or a second set of ears, or tusks, or claws, or, like her and you, eleven inches of fluffy tail, and she understood how to not let them hurt her.
Either that or she decided to get philosophical one time and got really lucky, but you like to believe the former. Walking home, earphones in, the tones of the Achieve Men in your ears, one left a little loose so you can hear things come and go around you, but otherwise you're happy to let the bass rattle your skull a little.
... You wonder if buck Faunus feel the bass in their horns? Eh, you'll ask your brother when you get in.
As you get closer to your house, and the river you'll need to cross, you pull them out, happy to listen to the sounds of nature instead. The birds are singing, the brooks are babbling, the sun is low, slowly changing from a blinding white to a disk of deep red, painting the sky brilliant shades of pink and purple as it makes its journey over the horizon.
You reach the river, and, after a moment's judgement, hop from one bank to the other with a quick shot of Aura to the legs. It's only... what, 50 feet across, and it's closer to your house than using the bridge, and, Huntress, so why not?
Raising your head, you sniff, and the scent of wild garlic reaches you. Following your nose, you find the small bulbs hiding near the riverbank, and with a few quick tugs, have some new herbs for the kitchen. Then you see the wild parsley, and some rhubarb, a little further back, you can see grape vines, round, fat, black things, they look delicious, some small fig trees, some of those would be great-
By the time the sun's getting low, your pockets and bag are stuffed with wild fruits, herbs, roots...
Hrm. The sun is getting pretty low. Faunus or not, you should probably get home.
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You close the door behind you, hanging your hammer up on the small loop of leather your father bolted to the coathanger for you.
"Creme? Is that you?" Your mother calls from somewhere around the kitchen, you think.
"Yes, mama! I stopped to grab some stuff from the riverbank!" You call back.
"Get anything good?"
"Figs, some grapes, couple heads of garlic, bit of rhubarb-" You give her a quick list of the fruits and herbs stuffing your bag and jacket pockets as you make your way to the kitchen to deposit your well-earned loot. It's a small room, pretty much a narrow corridor with counters on each side, but it works for your mother, as she stirs a pot of something, little black nose twitching as she smells it. Lamb hotpot's on the menu tonight, you think.
"None of that grows near the bridge." Your mother says with, giving you a look. "Creme, you know I don't like you jumping the river- what if you fall in and get caught in a salmon hole, eh?"
You don't even bother trying to lie about it. It's your mother, like hell you can lie to her.
"Mama, I could make that jump before I got my Aura. My problem isn't falling in, it's not slamming into a tree on the other side."
"And it does my heart no good hearing about you trying it without Aura! You have a doe's tail, not a doe's legs!"
You pull out your cornucopia, and as each thing goes on the table, her eyes widen a little. Especially the figs.
Mama loves her some figs.
"... Just cross the bridge next time." She relents, before remembering something. "Oh! Your brother started shedding his velvet today! Largest set he's ever had!"
"You say that every year." You argue.
"Well, it's true every year. I think he's started to file them down if you wanna go and see them before he's done the deed. Oh, tell him dinner will be ready soon while you're up there."
Ah... prefixing a request with a suggestion with an implication. Classic mom tactic. You leave the kitchen and make your way upstairs, listening for the sound of filing.
"Bruno?" You call out, listening for the sounds of filing and, going off your father's experiences with the practice, copious swearing.
You hear neither.
... Mildly concerning. You look in the bathroom, and, as usual around this time of year, find a mass of bloody skin and fur in the bin, the smell of iron permeating the small room.
Ugh. He could have at least put it in a sandwich bag or something. Would stink less.
Leaving the bathroom, you walk across the hall to his room, and in a moment of mild irritation with him, forget to knock before you walk in.
True to mama's word, he does, in fact, have a large pair of antlers. Compared to the slightly fuzzy, thick tines of before, the thin, brownish-red material, gently curving from the sides around to the front, tines splitting off at several points, numbering five on each side, tapering off to a thin, but dull points. Combined with his height, and his musculature- he's not training to be a Huntsman, but he keeps in shape anyway- they look genuinely impressive.
But that's not what you're focusing on. You're focusing on something entirely different. Something you've never ever wanted to see your brother have in his hands. His head snaps up, and he quickly shifts himself around, hiding it as quickly as possible.
"Gah! Creme, why can't you knock?!" He yells, fixing you with an angry look.
"Same reason you can't clean up your velvet properly. You realise it stinks up the whole bathroom, right?" You tell him, moving on before he can get a word in, moving to sit next to him. He shifts further, still trying to hide it from you. "Besides, I wanted to see your horns. I gotta say, bro, they're looking good."
You make a point of looking straight at them, acting clueless about it as you poke at one of the tines, putting him in the awkward position of trying to swat you away without revealing what he's hiding. You don't know if he buys it, but it's still fun to watch him wonder if you actually saw anything. You'll have to have a serious talk with him about it later, but for now, you're content with messing with him.
"Uh... yeah. I'm, gonna have to file them down, though. They're tall enough that they catch on the doorframes, and mom already gives dad enough crap for that."
You giggle a little, remembering the odd week's grace papa gives his antlers every year, which generally consists of dull thunks and cursing of varying volume, followed by a full day of filing.
"Fair enough. Uh, mama said to tell you dinner's gonna be ready soon."
"Oh, ok. Guess I'll start filing them down after dinner." He says, still sounding somewhat nervous, silently begging you to please leave. You decide to oblige him, leaving him with a quick bye.
You close the door behind you and lean against the wall beside it. Slowly, you feel something like ice creep up on your heart, the disbelief in what you saw unable to hold up under the memories.
You know what you saw. Smooth.
Shiny.
Bone white. Red markings. Four eyeholes, a pronounced beak, reminiscent of a raven, or its counterpart.
Your name is Creme Daylaw, and you're coming to terms with the fact that your brother may have joined the White Fang.
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- Location
- A state of cleverness
Holy shit there's some IMPLICATIONS there. Nicely done there.
...Would have called him Percy but that's a bit on the nose.
...Would have called him Percy but that's a bit on the nose.
Dream Logic
An offseason swallow
- Location
- In transit
Please don't tell me there are Duck Faunus because there would be some really bad implications there.
Also why couldn't it just be his privates? Why did it have to be a white fang mask?
Also why couldn't it just be his privates? Why did it have to be a white fang mask?
ADeshantis
King on the Chromium Throne
- Location
- United states
Damn you and your bait-and-switch mastery. I was laughing until the end there and now I'm sad.
I thought it might have been drugs at first honestly.
SirLagginton
Shadow Cabal Caerbannog Bun-Bun
- Location
- Arrrghhh
It would've been far kinder to Creme if it was just indeed his privates.
So whenever we see a buck white fang member just hit em with flat side of our blade?
- Location
- Elsewhere
Damn kids. Trying to be edgy and cool and not realizing what they are doing.
ADeshantis
King on the Chromium Throne
- Location
- United states
The Transistor only vaguely resembles a sword. As someone said a while ago, it's not a sword, it's a ()Sword. I am fairly sure that in physical combat, if we are pressed into such, we just bludgeon people with it anyway.
Prok
Go play Star Fetchers
- Location
- Scotland
Once I realised it, I allowed myself to talk me into it, and I just ran with it. Pretty much how 90% of this quest is written, honestly.Holy shit there's some IMPLICATIONS there. Nicely done there.
...Would have called him Percy but that's a bit on the nose.
Also, Percy? I'm not familiar.
Because there's bait and switch, and there's just sprinting past the line you're not meant to cross as fast as you can.
I'll be honest with you, I'm happy with the ending of this chapter.
I'm not proud of it, but I'm happy with it.
A lot, if not a vast majority, of buck Faunus either file down their horns or, in extreme cases, stunt their growth while they're still in velvet. See, for all they're useful to actual deer, to humanoid creatures who have to deal with little things like doorways, and not poking people's eyes out every time they look down, they're not that useful. At all.
More seriously, you'd have a better chance of breaking their neck doing that. They're like a factually incorrect Viking helmet, except they cut out the middleman and just have something to grab directly attached to their skull.
Big brother. He's around 18, 19, and very angry at the world for... admittedly somewhat justifiable reasons, but I draw the line at writing interludes about people in other people's interludes.
That's not a rabbit hole I'm willing to go down. Not in this quest. Another, maybe.
To be fair, it's a sword that weighs 300 pounds and goes 0-60 in less than a second, so really it's less a sword and more a tele-KKV, should you put your mind to it.The Transistor only vaguely resembles a sword. As someone said a while ago, it's not a sword, it's a ()Sword. I am fairly sure that in physical combat, if we are pressed into such, we just bludgeon people with it anyway.
- Location
- A state of cleverness
....Jaune could give it a mechashift! SWORD-SWORD LIVES!The Transistor only vaguely resembles a sword. As someone said a while ago, it's not a sword, it's a ()Sword. I am fairly sure that in physical combat, if we are pressed into such, we just bludgeon people with it anyway.
(also oh god I hope the Transistor's tip is sharp at least because otherwise.... nope that's the USB stick.
)Sorry, let a fanfic get into my head.
Tiypo
Forever Phone Posting
Ruby is going to be crushed to learn about it. She'll imagine it turns into all sorts of cool things from how crazy it looks, then we'll inform her its a computer-on-a-stick that doubles as a bludgeoning device in a pinch. Oh her face will be beautiful to behold.The Transistor only vaguely resembles a sword. As someone said a while ago, it's not a sword, it's a ()Sword. I am fairly sure that in physical combat, if we are pressed into such, we just bludgeon people with it anyway.
- Location
- USA
We need two more transistors to create the ultimate ()sword styleThe Transistor only vaguely resembles a sword. As someone said a while ago, it's not a sword, it's a ()Sword. I am fairly sure that in physical combat, if we are pressed into such, we just bludgeon people with it anyway.
ADeshantis
King on the Chromium Throne
- Location
- United states
Maybe we can code ()Copy and not lug around two more super heavy computers-on-sticks.
- Location
- Elsewhere
Three actually. That way we can dual wield swordchucks!We need two more transistors to create the ultimate ()sword style
Tiypo
Forever Phone Posting
If he had two I can only imagine his fighting style as the Paired Ring Knight Greatswords from Dark Souls 3.We need two more transistors to create the ultimate ()sword style
- Location
- Southern California
Enjoy your wasp corpses, Mama Daylaw.
Now I have an idea for a story in which each chapter is an interlude from the perspective of someone in the last chapter, until it finally comes back to the first person.
- Location
- A state of cleverness
...I think I've read some stuff like that actually. Heck, I think that's a framing device for a few stories of the Arabian Nights.
ADeshantis
King on the Chromium Throne
- Location
- United states
To be completely fair, the 1001 Nights are, in fact, 1001 small stories tied together in one big story. You see a lot of literary tropes in the 1001 Nights.