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Our Soulless World (Dark Souls/RWBY)

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[X] Crude iron, reforged into the strongest of steels.
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[X] The moon that revolves around the sun.
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[X] A flower, too gentle for this bloodstained world.
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[x] A spider weaving its web, hidden from the world.
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Chapter 1: Crude Iron
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    • [X] Crude iron, reforged into the strongest of steels.

    One year ago, Outer wall of Mistral

    The first thing to come back to you is the feeling that you need to thank whatever higher power that controls the world for giving you your semblance. As you push yourself off the warm and surprisingly comfortable ground, you feel something smack against your head. Your eye cracks open, and you see what hit you.

    It was a brick, from the wall you just went through.

    Forcing yourself to your feet, you try your best to face the man who effortlessly punched you through the wall. The man might have looked impressed at your durability, if he wasn't wearing his helmet. "Your reaction time has improved."

    He lifts his arm, showing a small but noticeable dent in his armor "You managed to get a hit before I struck you down."

    You force yourself to laugh as you get to your feet. You wipe off the spit drooling out of your mouth with the back of the hand just so you could have the satisfaction of smirking at the old man without having a single mark on you.

    "And you still can't hit worth a damn."

    You didn't see it, but you could almost feel your father rolling his eyes behind his helm.

    "Regardless, I believe you are ready."

    You blink, you were expecting a ten mile run or another punch or something else. Father didn't give out much praise and considering his compliment on your reaction time, you figure he was tapped out in terms of nice things to say to you. He reaches into his armor, takes out something, and throws it at you faster than most bullets could travel. In your head, you caught the thing effortlessly and took a good long look at it.

    In reality, it hit you square in the neck and forced you to your knees as you gasped for breath.

    Isn't a father's love like nothing you've ever seen before?

    Once you can breathe again, you look around, trying to find what hit you. You find the object right next to you, a metal box with a simple lock. You pick it up and give your father a questioning glance.

    "Inside the box is your next test," Your father explains.

    He turns and picks up the huge suitcase that he always seems to have with him. The case weighed more than a house, but your father effortlessly picked up the case like it was a basket of flowers.

    "When you succeed, return to the house and await my instructions."

    You nod in understanding before a thought occurs to you. "Ah, father?"

    The black armored man stops mid-stride and glances back at you. Even behind his helm you heard the unspoken question of 'What?'

    "We're in Mistral right now."

    "I've noticed."

    "... We live in Vale."

    "Your point?"

    You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying your best to keep your anger in check. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to speak as calmly as possible.

    "Then when I get done, how in Remnant am I getting back home?"

    "Walk." You father said, almost like it was the most obvious thing on the planet.

    Your aura flares, but you keep it down enough for you to respectfully bow and say, "Yes sir."

    Your father doesn't give any sign that he heard you, or even make any effort to show respect to your bow. He just turned around, and wordlessly walked away from the city of Mistral.

    Two Months Ago

    So apparently, the only thing in the box your father gave you was a note with some directions written on it. And those directions boiled down to get here, and steal this. You know, some fathers would put their children on a path that keeps them away from crime. Maybe your father's just special. The kind of special that makes their kid steal enough food to stowaway on a ship for three months to get from Mistral to Vale, and then figure out how to survive with the little money you have, so you could make it to Vale where the note said you needed to be. Note to self, thank someone for small mercies.

    The thing in question that you needed to steal was the suitcase that your father always carried around. And it happened to be in the middle of an armory. So you did what any guy would do, and you asked politely if you could have it before breaking in through the back door and stealing it when the guys at the door said no.

    It was a simple enough job, pick two locks and knock one or two guys out. Thankfully, they hadn't unlocked their aura or you might have had some trouble. But in terms of lock picking, you've seen better locks on a lunch box. So you almost swaggered out of that armory, then something hit you, and you don't remember anything else. You don't know who hit you, but you're reminded of a certain multi-colored girl who used to beat the crap out of you when you were growing up.

    When you wake up, you find yourself in a dark room with a table with the only light coming from a single hanging bulb. Considering the handcuffs, this was probably an interrogation room. But, on the bright side, at least you were in an interrogation room in Vale. Could be worse, you could be in Atlas.

    The second that thought puts a smile on your face, the room's only door swings open. On instinct, you straighten your posture. You might have been born a thief, but at least your father taught you some manners. In the now open door stood a man who you swear could be the headmaster or general with how proper he looked. He had a envelope tucked under one arm, a cane in one hand, and a cup of something in the other. He sat down in the other chair, took a sip of his drink, smelled like coffee from where you sat, and wordlessly opened up the folder. You waited for him to say something, but he didn't. He just sat there and looked between you and the papers in front of him.

    Eventually, the silence becomes too much for you and your mouth opens before you can stop it. "You know, I'll plead guilty if it speeds this up."

    The man raises an eyebrow as he takes another long sip of his coffee. "Guilty of what exactly?"

    "Really? I'm the one in cuffs man, kind of self explanatory."

    You wait for him to react in some way, but he just stares at you like you hadn't said anything to begin with.

    "... I robbed an armory." You admit.

    "Yes, you did." The man responds.

    He picks up a single piece of paper and smiles slightly as he reads over the document. "Androse Fume, orphaned as a child and lived on the streets before being taken in by your father, Grand Hunter Raime Fume, at age ten. Trained under Raime for the last six years, but not a single request for any hunters academy. Last seen with father in Mistral almost a year ago."

    He slides the paper over to you and gestures for you to read. With nothing else to do, you glance over the paper and despite your picture being a little out of date, everything is spot on. You glance up from the paper, "My father wrote this report didn't he?"

    The man shrugged. "I wouldn't know."

    "Well it says exactly where I hide my extra lockpicks so it has to be him."

    "You hide lockpicks on your person?"

    "You don't?" You asked.

    The man chuckled, like he just heard you say a funny joke.

    "... Am I going to jail anytime soon? Because no offense, you're kind of creeping me out."

    The man wiped the smile off his face instantly as he leaned into the table and folded his hands "Do you know who I am?"

    "You're the guy in this room who isn't in handcuffs."

    The man didn't even flinch at your attempt at humor. "My name is Ozpin."

    You rack your brain for the name, but you draw a blank. "Cool. I have no idea who you are."

    Ozpin allowed himself to smirk. "I am an old friend of your father. Currently, I am the headmaster of Beacon Academy."

    You raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

    "Really."

    "Ok, I have three questions."

    Ozpin leaned back in his chair and gestured with his hand "Ask away."

    "Thank you. First question, why is a headmaster visiting a thief on his way to prison? Second, why does he have said thief's file within grabbing distance. And finally, do you have another cup of that coffee? I'm a little thirsty."

    The corner of Ozpin's mouth edge upwards in a sly smile. "You're a very interesting boy, you know that?"

    "I try." You shrug.

    "Well, to answer your questions, I was the one who got you into this situation. My assistant was the one who, in a term you would be familiar with, knocked your lights out."

    "How big is he?" You asked on reflexe.

    "She is a huntress."

    Your jaw dropped, but Ozpin continued regardless "As for your second question, your father contacted me a little under a year ago before he went out on his mission. He asked me to wait for you, assess you and see if you were ready. And I must say, you're more than ready."

    "Ready for what?"

    Ozpin pulled out another stack of paper and set them in front of you. They read 'Beacon Admission' with a big red accepted stamped in the middle. You slowly look up from the paper to Ozpin, whose smile had returned in full force.

    "Welcome to Beacon."

    He took one last long sip of his coffee and set down the empty cup. "And for your final answer, I'm sorry, but I only made the one cup."

    Present

    Now, after two months of mindless training and waiting, you're finally on an airship to Beacon.

    And you're so bored you're watching the news!

    Clearly, the world has fallen to darkness.

    Glancing back, your fellow first years are busy admiring the sights as the airship flies over the country of Vale. Maybe talking to them will relieve some boredom?

    [] Go talk to that girl in white for some reason.
    [] That hyperactive girl wearing pink and the boy next to her look interesting…
    [] That girl in red and the person she's talking to both look a bit too young to be here…
    [] That guy over there looks sick. Check on him?
    [] Talk to that pair of blonds over there?
    [] That girl wearing black in that corner seems suspicious…
    [] Don't you know that pair of redheads over there from somewhere…?
    [] Don't talk to anyone and just watch the news on your scroll.
    [] Text the multi-colored psychopath, because clearly you don't hate yourself enough.
     
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    • [X] That girl in red and the person she's talking to both look a bit too young to be here…
     
    [X] That hyperactive girl wearing pink and the boy next to her look interesting…
    We can text the psycho anytime. Just once, I want that Ren and Nora social link.
     
    [X] Don't you know that pair of redheads over there from somewhere…?
     
    [X] Don't you know that pair of redheads over there from somewhere…?

    Now, this is interesting.
     
    [X] That girl in red and the person she's talking to both look a bit too young to be here…
     
    IKnowNothing said:
    [] Go talk to that girl in white for some reason.
    [] That hyperactive girl wearing pink and the boy next to her look interesting…
    [] That girl in red and the person she's talking to both look a bit too young to be here…
    [] That guy over there looks sick. Check on him?
    [] Talk to that pair of blonds over there?
    [] That girl wearing black in that corner seems suspicious…
    [] Don't you know that pair of redheads over there from somewhere…?
    [] Don't talk to anyone and just watch the news on your scroll.
    [] Text the multi-colored psychopath, because clearly you don't hate yourself enough.
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    Neo?
     
    Well then, can't resist that.

    [X] Text the multi-colored psychopath, because clearly you don't hate yourself enough.
     
    *checks the character sheet* We look like Souji Okita?! Huh, I didn't expect that.
     
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