You should sleep mate, you sound like you could use a few winks.
This'll be here when you wake up.
Rituals, Cults, Soulstuff and Shattered Moons. (RWBY SI)
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You should sleep mate, you sound like you could use a few winks.
This'll be here when you wake up.
11: Evaluation and Empathy.
I'd like to think I did okay on this, I'm not great at dialogue in my opinion.
Comments, critiques, and congratulations are loved and welcome.
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"Hes a monster."
Qrow Branwen interupted the argument as he walked into the room, a startling soberness to him.
This room was a near empty office the beacon staff had requested to use for a few hours.
The Deputy Headmistress' train of thought completely crumbled at that statement and at the look Qrow was giving everything.
"I assume everything matches up with what the police told us so far?" The Headmaster said calmly.
"Pretty much, they left out the part where Torchwick was apparently frozen solid for a bit and that Saint hadnt said much more than 'turn down the lights, please'." Qrow reached for and unscrewed his flask, taking a drink after talking.
"That... doesnt fit the profile I was given." Oobleck whispered from the seat he was in, files in his hand held in a messy stack.
Oobleck was one of few in beacon familar with psychology, as such he acted as a school Councilor if no one else was available.
No one else was willing to deal with Eldruin Saint.
"Hes tormented by something..." the historians whispers continued as he wrote something down.
"Yeah, sure. Are you really letting him go to Beacon?" Qrow took another swing of drink.
"I'm still not on board with the idea. he has showed the ability and willingness to kill, and is thorough about it, to say nothing of his frankly disturbing behavior." Glynda Goodwitch, always a voice against the boy.
"I-" Ozpin stopped talking as quick as he started, starring at the screen the police were kind enough to give them, on it a live feed to Eldruin Saints cell.
The boy was crying, bleeding, and shivering. The tears could make sense, the blood was from his palms where he assumed his fingernails were dug, the shivering was from the lack of warm attire.
The police had removed his weapons, gadgets, and cloak. The cloak was full of pockets that were full of the previous two things, the previous two things were an uncomfortable amount of grenades, a basic but sturdy pistol, some ammo, a few blades, and the kids personal weapon Starlight.
The weapon was a chunk of carved stone that channeled Aura beautifully, like... Electricity running through gold.
There was alot strange about 'The Calamity'. Nothing lined up completely.
Ozpin shook off whatever had caught his eye.
"Sorry. as I was saying, I think, that the best place to watch him if he is dangerous is a facility full of veteran Huntsman and Huntress and those looking to become that , and if hes sincere about wanting to turn a new page in life, then again the best place for that is Beacon."
Glynda didnt appear to agree, but that made sense, she disliked the boy personally.
"You've been rather quiet, Peter. Anything youd like to add?" She brought him into the conversation.
"Hes not tormented, hes tortured by Whatever hes done. We all know it's easier to be a monster than a hero, he does to and hes run with it. I'm sure if we ask about tonight he'll say something along the lines of 'it was one last job'." He said after a moments careful thought.
"I agree with and trust Ozpin, the best place for the boy, either for monitoring or recovery, is most likely the academy." He finnished.
"Hmph" Glynda most certainly did not make an undignified sound, and it didn't make anyone smile.
"I think I'll go have a conversation with him, would anyone like to join me?" Ozpin asked once everyones emotional masks were firmly in place again.
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Oobleck watched the boy grow deathly still as he and Ozpin entered the dark room, the light steady growing brighter until it became uniform with the light outside.
The headmaster motioned to the clear bench, he shook his head in refusal and stood by the door.
They watched the boy for a few minutes until he shifted to face them and opened his eyes, the dull blue-green orbs that washed over both he and Ozpin told a story all on their own.
No fear, no righteousness, no hatred, nothing but calm acceptance.
They also looked lost, not physically, but mentally and morally.
He blinked a few times then shifted to sit upright, at a that had been held to his chest coming to stretch at either side.
"...oh, it's you. Are you here to tell me I'm not a student anymore?" His voice was a tired whisper, ending with a slight wince as red stained finger tips left his palms.
"Are you alright mister Saint, your palms..." Oobleck was legitimately concerned, the boys aura was being weakened by the collar around his neck and the cuts looked bad.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm fine, bad dream I think. Should be cleared up soon."
True to his word the cuts in his hands appeared to be sealing quickly, slower than they would with aura dealing with them, but faster than expected.
"That's good, to answer your earlier question, that's up in the air right now. Me and Doctor Oobleck are here to... evaluate you, then make a decision." Ozpin took over effortlessly, drawing the boys eyes to him.
"... oh, sorry if I fucked anything up."
Nothing but the language fit the profile, how much of himself did he hide from the world?
How much was he letting them see?
"Its fine, young man. Why dont you tell us what happened tonight."
He blinked again and looked off to the side, then a Fury entered his eyes.
"Cinder Fall. The women I torched, in the bullhead next to where Roman was stuck. I... she..." he seemed generally at a loss for words, then he sighed and leaned back, looking to the ceiling.
"I had a friend named Amber-" Ozpin froze a second at that "-who dissapeared, I looked into it. Cinder Falls name popped up alot. I went to Dust Till Dawn to grab some brackets and a scope, was about to grab them when I heard Roman out front, pure coincidence. And I heard a couple days ago, when I got back, that she was in town and that Roman was on a leash, simple math."
It all meshed together well so far.
"Red fought him and some goons while I watched from the roofs, making sure she didn't get seriously hurt... then I saw Cinder in the Bullhead. Perfect match to everything I know about her, from her dress to her face. I guess I snapped. Jumped onto the bullhead and did my thing."
Ozpin and himself took a second to digest, he was sure the others back in the office were doing the same.
"What about The Whitefang and the two humans?" Ozpin asked.
"Racist Terrorists and Cinders thugs? I told them to surrender. Some did, the rest were unfortunately idiots. Im pretty sure they shot first, so aggressive self defense on my part, unless the Whitefang bounty in Atlas still applies, then its work and I think its covered by my license."
Now he seemed disappointed in himself, somehow more exhausted, almost like... he couldnt place it, but he looked like he was obviosly in a bad place.
"That's all I need myself, is there anything else to say? Oobleck?" Ozpin stood up and placed his cane against the ground again.
"Hows Roman? Guys an ass but... freezing to isn't a good way to go."
That was interesting.
He yawned and looked into Ozpin eyes then Ooblecks own.
"I learned Aura sensing, Empathy based is hard but I know it. I've... its alot harder to do it when you feel some of what your doing to someone. Its... one of the reasons I want to quit, kill things that dont feel..."
Ah, how many has he felt end, by his hand or anothers.
"Hes fine, was treated quickly before any damage set in." Oobleck said as he moved to the door.
"Passive or Selective?" Ozpin whispered.
And that suddenly made Ooblecks previous thought possibly worse.
How can you deal with feeling every else feelings constantly, how can you be sane after feeling Deaths of countless varieties.
"Passive and fluctuates. uncomfortably detailed some days, can barely feel somebody I'm touching on others. I've learned to... feel it later, delay the input I guess."
"I see, try to get some rest Mister Saint, you look terrible. I'll get them to turn down the light again soon."
"Thanks" the boy whispered before he lid back down.
They walked out and left down the hallway.
"I agree with you, Ozpin. Beacon will be good for him, I think."
Comments, critiques, and congratulations are loved and welcome.
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"Hes a monster."
Qrow Branwen interupted the argument as he walked into the room, a startling soberness to him.
This room was a near empty office the beacon staff had requested to use for a few hours.
The Deputy Headmistress' train of thought completely crumbled at that statement and at the look Qrow was giving everything.
"I assume everything matches up with what the police told us so far?" The Headmaster said calmly.
"Pretty much, they left out the part where Torchwick was apparently frozen solid for a bit and that Saint hadnt said much more than 'turn down the lights, please'." Qrow reached for and unscrewed his flask, taking a drink after talking.
"That... doesnt fit the profile I was given." Oobleck whispered from the seat he was in, files in his hand held in a messy stack.
Oobleck was one of few in beacon familar with psychology, as such he acted as a school Councilor if no one else was available.
No one else was willing to deal with Eldruin Saint.
"Hes tormented by something..." the historians whispers continued as he wrote something down.
"Yeah, sure. Are you really letting him go to Beacon?" Qrow took another swing of drink.
"I'm still not on board with the idea. he has showed the ability and willingness to kill, and is thorough about it, to say nothing of his frankly disturbing behavior." Glynda Goodwitch, always a voice against the boy.
"I-" Ozpin stopped talking as quick as he started, starring at the screen the police were kind enough to give them, on it a live feed to Eldruin Saints cell.
The boy was crying, bleeding, and shivering. The tears could make sense, the blood was from his palms where he assumed his fingernails were dug, the shivering was from the lack of warm attire.
The police had removed his weapons, gadgets, and cloak. The cloak was full of pockets that were full of the previous two things, the previous two things were an uncomfortable amount of grenades, a basic but sturdy pistol, some ammo, a few blades, and the kids personal weapon Starlight.
The weapon was a chunk of carved stone that channeled Aura beautifully, like... Electricity running through gold.
There was alot strange about 'The Calamity'. Nothing lined up completely.
Ozpin shook off whatever had caught his eye.
"Sorry. as I was saying, I think, that the best place to watch him if he is dangerous is a facility full of veteran Huntsman and Huntress and those looking to become that , and if hes sincere about wanting to turn a new page in life, then again the best place for that is Beacon."
Glynda didnt appear to agree, but that made sense, she disliked the boy personally.
"You've been rather quiet, Peter. Anything youd like to add?" She brought him into the conversation.
"Hes not tormented, hes tortured by Whatever hes done. We all know it's easier to be a monster than a hero, he does to and hes run with it. I'm sure if we ask about tonight he'll say something along the lines of 'it was one last job'." He said after a moments careful thought.
"I agree with and trust Ozpin, the best place for the boy, either for monitoring or recovery, is most likely the academy." He finnished.
"Hmph" Glynda most certainly did not make an undignified sound, and it didn't make anyone smile.
"I think I'll go have a conversation with him, would anyone like to join me?" Ozpin asked once everyones emotional masks were firmly in place again.
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Oobleck watched the boy grow deathly still as he and Ozpin entered the dark room, the light steady growing brighter until it became uniform with the light outside.
The headmaster motioned to the clear bench, he shook his head in refusal and stood by the door.
They watched the boy for a few minutes until he shifted to face them and opened his eyes, the dull blue-green orbs that washed over both he and Ozpin told a story all on their own.
No fear, no righteousness, no hatred, nothing but calm acceptance.
They also looked lost, not physically, but mentally and morally.
He blinked a few times then shifted to sit upright, at a that had been held to his chest coming to stretch at either side.
"...oh, it's you. Are you here to tell me I'm not a student anymore?" His voice was a tired whisper, ending with a slight wince as red stained finger tips left his palms.
"Are you alright mister Saint, your palms..." Oobleck was legitimately concerned, the boys aura was being weakened by the collar around his neck and the cuts looked bad.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm fine, bad dream I think. Should be cleared up soon."
True to his word the cuts in his hands appeared to be sealing quickly, slower than they would with aura dealing with them, but faster than expected.
"That's good, to answer your earlier question, that's up in the air right now. Me and Doctor Oobleck are here to... evaluate you, then make a decision." Ozpin took over effortlessly, drawing the boys eyes to him.
"... oh, sorry if I fucked anything up."
Nothing but the language fit the profile, how much of himself did he hide from the world?
How much was he letting them see?
"Its fine, young man. Why dont you tell us what happened tonight."
He blinked again and looked off to the side, then a Fury entered his eyes.
"Cinder Fall. The women I torched, in the bullhead next to where Roman was stuck. I... she..." he seemed generally at a loss for words, then he sighed and leaned back, looking to the ceiling.
"I had a friend named Amber-" Ozpin froze a second at that "-who dissapeared, I looked into it. Cinder Falls name popped up alot. I went to Dust Till Dawn to grab some brackets and a scope, was about to grab them when I heard Roman out front, pure coincidence. And I heard a couple days ago, when I got back, that she was in town and that Roman was on a leash, simple math."
It all meshed together well so far.
"Red fought him and some goons while I watched from the roofs, making sure she didn't get seriously hurt... then I saw Cinder in the Bullhead. Perfect match to everything I know about her, from her dress to her face. I guess I snapped. Jumped onto the bullhead and did my thing."
Ozpin and himself took a second to digest, he was sure the others back in the office were doing the same.
"What about The Whitefang and the two humans?" Ozpin asked.
"Racist Terrorists and Cinders thugs? I told them to surrender. Some did, the rest were unfortunately idiots. Im pretty sure they shot first, so aggressive self defense on my part, unless the Whitefang bounty in Atlas still applies, then its work and I think its covered by my license."
Now he seemed disappointed in himself, somehow more exhausted, almost like... he couldnt place it, but he looked like he was obviosly in a bad place.
"That's all I need myself, is there anything else to say? Oobleck?" Ozpin stood up and placed his cane against the ground again.
"Hows Roman? Guys an ass but... freezing to isn't a good way to go."
That was interesting.
He yawned and looked into Ozpin eyes then Ooblecks own.
"I learned Aura sensing, Empathy based is hard but I know it. I've... its alot harder to do it when you feel some of what your doing to someone. Its... one of the reasons I want to quit, kill things that dont feel..."
Ah, how many has he felt end, by his hand or anothers.
"Hes fine, was treated quickly before any damage set in." Oobleck said as he moved to the door.
"Passive or Selective?" Ozpin whispered.
And that suddenly made Ooblecks previous thought possibly worse.
How can you deal with feeling every else feelings constantly, how can you be sane after feeling Deaths of countless varieties.
"Passive and fluctuates. uncomfortably detailed some days, can barely feel somebody I'm touching on others. I've learned to... feel it later, delay the input I guess."
"I see, try to get some rest Mister Saint, you look terrible. I'll get them to turn down the light again soon."
"Thanks" the boy whispered before he lid back down.
They walked out and left down the hallway.
"I agree with you, Ozpin. Beacon will be good for him, I think."
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Totally not a FV 214 Conqueror in a Fox costume.
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Smoky bacon is the best! I hope you liked them crisps.
12: Gearing up and a story.
I pulled the thin tee shirt off my back and laid it to the side, ignoring the gasp from the cop in the room with me.
It's either the scars or... no 'or', its the scars.
My torso is more layers of burns and breaks than free skin, plenty of marks cover my arms and legs aswell, a few crawl up my neck and a handful are dotted around my head.
"Holy shit... how are you alive?" The cop whispered.
Professor Ozpin on the other hand was silent, drinking his coffee like any respectable non-morning person.
Why was I changing my shirt? They gave me my stuff back this morning.
Why did they take my shirt? Probably the small flexible blades hidden in it, there are like seven thin bendy metal bits that act as hidden blades and light armour.
I slide my shirt over my arms and onto my shoulders then get to clicking buttons together.
"So, am i still a student, Professor?" I ask as I look through the pile for my leg holsters, finding them and separating my torso rig from the holsters is annoying but done quickly. putting them on Is easy, straps and a couple buttons sees the dark leathers held to my legs.
"You are still a student, Mister Saint. Much to Professor Goodwitchs displeasure."
Torso rig in next, slid over and strapped into place, a machine pistol I looted forever ago goes under my armpit and a couple thin rectangular sticks that are 'smoke' bombs go under my other arm, a long with a small throwing blade.
"That's the blonde with the cape, right?"
My Starlight goes on one leg holster, held in place by magnets and a loop of leather, and another knife is put on the other side.
"Yes, she will be teaching combat classes and supervising spars."
My cloak in thrown around my shoulders, I welcome the gentle warmth and the temporary darkness that envelope me.
"Think she'll swap tricks with me? That bullet storm thing looked incredible."
Grenades, blades, wire, lockpicks, tape, zip ties and my pack of ear protection goes into the many pockets.
"I doubt it, she seems to dislike you."
Where is... ah, last bin. Scroll, headphones, and keys are checked over then put into my pants pockets.
"That's a shame. I'd love to talk shop with her, Aura offensive manipulation is- was kind of my brand." I corrected myself halfway through that sentence, I'm an Ex-Merc now, a Huntsman in training from today onward.
Wonder how long that will last.
The sun is out isnt it? Where are my sunglasses? I'm pretty sure I took them with me when I left the apartment.
"Did you see my sunglasses?" I asked, turning to Ozpin who was holding out my sunglasses and a slip of plastic.
"Ah, thanks." I take the dark glasses and hang them on the collar of my cloak, the slip is a ticket to get to Beacon in a few hours, that goes with my scroll.
"Your welcome. I'll see you soon." And hes gone, damn he looked exhausted, but so do I so that's okay.
Fucking mornings, 6am is not a real hour, anyone who says otherwise is wrong or evil.
"I'll show you out, Headmaster already did the paperwork." The cop said before leading me away.
New life starts today, and I didnt even lie that much to get it.
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"Oh! I cant believe my baby sisters going to Beacon with me! This is the best day ever!"
That is Yang Xiao Long, damn. She is not only pretty, but also loud. I'm on the other side of the airship and I can hear her, and feel her, shes full of those horrible warm emotions, ugh.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" And that's Pyrrha Nikos, smiling falsely and trying to be polite.
I wonder if she'd be so polite if she knew who I am, Mistral wasnt the most tolerant of Mercs.
"... I don't think so. Looks pretty empty." I answer after a second of looking at said seat.
Now shes smiling again, Empathy says... shes way to happy. So it wasnt Jaune, it was just the first person to treat her normally... of fuck I'm not dealing with that, I'm throwing her at Arc first chance I get
"Well, do you mind if I sit here?"
"Puplic place, Ginger."
Oh Void shes making the happy noise! The twinkling tiny laugh onr! I dont have enough caffiene in my system to deal with this!
"Sorry if I'm bothering you, I just needed a place to sit down and saw the feather and thought you'd be interesting to talk with." She says as she sits in the seat beside mine.
Shes referring to the Nevermore feather, from the job with Green, Orange and Atlas flavoured clowns.
"...oh, I probably should have left it home, but I though it'd look neat in a dorm."
I idly play with the blunted organic arrow, channeling Aura through it to make it glow lightly.
"Where did you get it?" She was watching as it twirled and spun through the air, eyes drifting to the trail of light it left in its wake.
"Pair of large Nevermore shot at me, I shot back, this is all that's left."
"Really? That must be quite the story." Her eyes shifted from the feather and my aura to my eyes, hidden behind my sunglasses.
I look past her and out the window. Beacon just got in view, Ruby and Yang are starring out the window, Jaune is throwing up.
I have time to tell the tale, edited version of course.
"Yeah, south end of Anima had a bandit problem while I was passing through, joined in to help make it less of a problem..."
And so I told the story, she a few others asking Questions every once and a while.
It was nice.
It's either the scars or... no 'or', its the scars.
My torso is more layers of burns and breaks than free skin, plenty of marks cover my arms and legs aswell, a few crawl up my neck and a handful are dotted around my head.
"Holy shit... how are you alive?" The cop whispered.
Professor Ozpin on the other hand was silent, drinking his coffee like any respectable non-morning person.
Why was I changing my shirt? They gave me my stuff back this morning.
Why did they take my shirt? Probably the small flexible blades hidden in it, there are like seven thin bendy metal bits that act as hidden blades and light armour.
I slide my shirt over my arms and onto my shoulders then get to clicking buttons together.
"So, am i still a student, Professor?" I ask as I look through the pile for my leg holsters, finding them and separating my torso rig from the holsters is annoying but done quickly. putting them on Is easy, straps and a couple buttons sees the dark leathers held to my legs.
"You are still a student, Mister Saint. Much to Professor Goodwitchs displeasure."
Torso rig in next, slid over and strapped into place, a machine pistol I looted forever ago goes under my armpit and a couple thin rectangular sticks that are 'smoke' bombs go under my other arm, a long with a small throwing blade.
"That's the blonde with the cape, right?"
My Starlight goes on one leg holster, held in place by magnets and a loop of leather, and another knife is put on the other side.
"Yes, she will be teaching combat classes and supervising spars."
My cloak in thrown around my shoulders, I welcome the gentle warmth and the temporary darkness that envelope me.
"Think she'll swap tricks with me? That bullet storm thing looked incredible."
Grenades, blades, wire, lockpicks, tape, zip ties and my pack of ear protection goes into the many pockets.
"I doubt it, she seems to dislike you."
Where is... ah, last bin. Scroll, headphones, and keys are checked over then put into my pants pockets.
"That's a shame. I'd love to talk shop with her, Aura offensive manipulation is- was kind of my brand." I corrected myself halfway through that sentence, I'm an Ex-Merc now, a Huntsman in training from today onward.
Wonder how long that will last.
The sun is out isnt it? Where are my sunglasses? I'm pretty sure I took them with me when I left the apartment.
"Did you see my sunglasses?" I asked, turning to Ozpin who was holding out my sunglasses and a slip of plastic.
"Ah, thanks." I take the dark glasses and hang them on the collar of my cloak, the slip is a ticket to get to Beacon in a few hours, that goes with my scroll.
"Your welcome. I'll see you soon." And hes gone, damn he looked exhausted, but so do I so that's okay.
Fucking mornings, 6am is not a real hour, anyone who says otherwise is wrong or evil.
"I'll show you out, Headmaster already did the paperwork." The cop said before leading me away.
New life starts today, and I didnt even lie that much to get it.
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"Oh! I cant believe my baby sisters going to Beacon with me! This is the best day ever!"
That is Yang Xiao Long, damn. She is not only pretty, but also loud. I'm on the other side of the airship and I can hear her, and feel her, shes full of those horrible warm emotions, ugh.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" And that's Pyrrha Nikos, smiling falsely and trying to be polite.
I wonder if she'd be so polite if she knew who I am, Mistral wasnt the most tolerant of Mercs.
"... I don't think so. Looks pretty empty." I answer after a second of looking at said seat.
Now shes smiling again, Empathy says... shes way to happy. So it wasnt Jaune, it was just the first person to treat her normally... of fuck I'm not dealing with that, I'm throwing her at Arc first chance I get
"Well, do you mind if I sit here?"
"Puplic place, Ginger."
Oh Void shes making the happy noise! The twinkling tiny laugh onr! I dont have enough caffiene in my system to deal with this!
"Sorry if I'm bothering you, I just needed a place to sit down and saw the feather and thought you'd be interesting to talk with." She says as she sits in the seat beside mine.
Shes referring to the Nevermore feather, from the job with Green, Orange and Atlas flavoured clowns.
"...oh, I probably should have left it home, but I though it'd look neat in a dorm."
I idly play with the blunted organic arrow, channeling Aura through it to make it glow lightly.
"Where did you get it?" She was watching as it twirled and spun through the air, eyes drifting to the trail of light it left in its wake.
"Pair of large Nevermore shot at me, I shot back, this is all that's left."
"Really? That must be quite the story." Her eyes shifted from the feather and my aura to my eyes, hidden behind my sunglasses.
I look past her and out the window. Beacon just got in view, Ruby and Yang are starring out the window, Jaune is throwing up.
I have time to tell the tale, edited version of course.
"Yeah, south end of Anima had a bandit problem while I was passing through, joined in to help make it less of a problem..."
And so I told the story, she a few others asking Questions every once and a while.
It was nice.
13: starlit walk.
I sat there on the roof where Jaune was once Fated to confess to Pyrrha.
I watched the stars twinkle and the lunar debris field drift.
I used to live in a world where putting machines on other planets was possible, this world hasn't even thought of putting satellites in orbit to host the CCT network.
It wouldn't even be hard, Gravity dust and magnetic guns could do it easily.
But nobody is going to think up that idea, or even dream of the moons surface.
"You look deep in thought." A calm voice done from behind me.
My Empathy, even in a hypersensitive state, didnt pick him up. Neither did my well trained senses.
I turn my eyes to spot none other than Lie Ren, a serene look to his face.
"I was, filling out a thought before I tried some meditating." I answered as my eyes shifted back to look at the sky.
"I see, may I join you?" He responded.
I motioned my arm at the space around us, he took it as the invitation it was.
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Meditation is wierd.
Meditation for those with aura is best described as an experience.
Meditation for me is like... a completely conscious dream.
The world is made of white, the trees made of lightly stone.
This place us a clearing, in it sits a table with two chairs. On the table is always something simple, a cup, a plate, a bottle, a book.
Those dont matter right now.
We move in synch, both of us pulling out chairs and seating in the same way.
He, is pale, scar over scar overlapping to make layer on layer of emotional walls.
He has seen death and Destruction, betrayal dealt by a love has made him thorough.
He, is pale, the sun has barely kissed his skin. All his scars are inside but one.
He was Hated by the what he though the whole world was, it made him empty.
"Been... Long"
His voice and words were hollow. They always were.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I was occupied."
" s'okay... know that"
We sit in silence from there on.
The broken doll and the raging storm. Neither of us like who we are, who we were.
In the distance a darkness began to creep in, this clearing would be the last place consumed by it. That's how it always is.
"We arent bad, I think."
"Know, what world made."
Of course hed know, hes smarter than you.
I turn to face the coming wall if darkness, screaming skulls and mind wrenching beasts form the cloud.
"You know, I think wherever we end up next will be... good for us, both of us."
I feel his back against mine, his free hand finds my own.
We are each others lifeline.
The Broken Doll, Itll put a knife through your spine or heart with less than a whisper.
The Raging Storm, itll cut you to pieces then rip you to shreds and scream all the while.
"Know, Tomorrow?"
"Sure buddy, tomorrow."
We are engulfed by the dark, others would he torn apart by it, beaten and broken down.
We Embrace it, we feel every soul align to one purpose.
We wont remember this, we never do.
I wake, but had never slept.
The sun shines at the horizon, I hate it.
... We are as the world made us.
Fucking fuck, I'm going to have to hold back in initiation, if I'm even included.
It wouldn't do for the nobody in the cloak to one one shot everything.
I watched the stars twinkle and the lunar debris field drift.
I used to live in a world where putting machines on other planets was possible, this world hasn't even thought of putting satellites in orbit to host the CCT network.
It wouldn't even be hard, Gravity dust and magnetic guns could do it easily.
But nobody is going to think up that idea, or even dream of the moons surface.
"You look deep in thought." A calm voice done from behind me.
My Empathy, even in a hypersensitive state, didnt pick him up. Neither did my well trained senses.
I turn my eyes to spot none other than Lie Ren, a serene look to his face.
"I was, filling out a thought before I tried some meditating." I answered as my eyes shifted back to look at the sky.
"I see, may I join you?" He responded.
I motioned my arm at the space around us, he took it as the invitation it was.
[¤]
Meditation is wierd.
Meditation for those with aura is best described as an experience.
Meditation for me is like... a completely conscious dream.
The world is made of white, the trees made of lightly stone.
This place us a clearing, in it sits a table with two chairs. On the table is always something simple, a cup, a plate, a bottle, a book.
Those dont matter right now.
We move in synch, both of us pulling out chairs and seating in the same way.
He, is pale, scar over scar overlapping to make layer on layer of emotional walls.
He has seen death and Destruction, betrayal dealt by a love has made him thorough.
He, is pale, the sun has barely kissed his skin. All his scars are inside but one.
He was Hated by the what he though the whole world was, it made him empty.
"Been... Long"
His voice and words were hollow. They always were.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I was occupied."
" s'okay... know that"
We sit in silence from there on.
The broken doll and the raging storm. Neither of us like who we are, who we were.
In the distance a darkness began to creep in, this clearing would be the last place consumed by it. That's how it always is.
"We arent bad, I think."
"Know, what world made."
Of course hed know, hes smarter than you.
I turn to face the coming wall if darkness, screaming skulls and mind wrenching beasts form the cloud.
"You know, I think wherever we end up next will be... good for us, both of us."
I feel his back against mine, his free hand finds my own.
We are each others lifeline.
The Broken Doll, Itll put a knife through your spine or heart with less than a whisper.
The Raging Storm, itll cut you to pieces then rip you to shreds and scream all the while.
"Know, Tomorrow?"
"Sure buddy, tomorrow."
We are engulfed by the dark, others would he torn apart by it, beaten and broken down.
We Embrace it, we feel every soul align to one purpose.
We wont remember this, we never do.
I wake, but had never slept.
The sun shines at the horizon, I hate it.
... We are as the world made us.
Fucking fuck, I'm going to have to hold back in initiation, if I'm even included.
It wouldn't do for the nobody in the cloak to one one shot everything.
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That's. Ominous. Awesome though. Evocative. Delightfully creepy. Well written.
wasn't it canon that it wouldn't be possible? like dust stops functioning after it escapes the atmosphere?
Let me know if you/someone find reference proving that.
Ever play mass effect? Gravity dust, in my head, is just limited Eezo. Make projectile/satellite light, throw into orbit with big magnetic guns.
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- The Restaurant at the end of the universe
yea that's what I always though as well, even if it only last till the edge of the atmosphere that makes it a hell of a lot easier for its inertia to carry it the rest of the way into orbit. And depending on how it works a little wind/air dust to remove air resistance and you'll probably be able to do it with what we would consider an underpowered rail gun.
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- PA
"engravings give no tactical advantage whatsoever"
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MC's self talk remind me of alucard from hellsing adbridge ending
Engravings give the best Tactical advantage, it's a moral Boost.
Also, I'm listening to Alexander Anderson right now. Such a strange coincidence.
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- PA
engraving is only good when its an enchantment
ddn't mc wana pray to god or something
14: breakfast and beginnings.
Breakfast was normally a quiet thing for me.
Before that night it was because I lived alone, and barely woke up before 11am.
At the appartment, it's because I live alone and usually eat on the roof, if I eat at all.
In the field, it's because I work alone or with professionals who dont need to talk to communicate effectively.
Here, its mayham. Sound and Feelings fill the air like cannon fire. Far to many people talking, far to many conversations my brain tries to understand.
The foods good atleast. And the coffee is actually has caffeine, unlike Remnants civilian coffee.
"Hello again." Nikos, of fucking course.
"Arevyou feeling okay Eldruin? You look... unwell." Shes so polite and genuinely concerned.
Fucking morning people.
I tiredly raise an arm to point at her, putting my most annoyed face on.
"You, morning person, are all that's wrong with the world. The world should not start untill atleast Ten." I respond before turning back to my food.
"Oh, I take it you didnt sleep well?" She spoke softly as she sat beside me, putting down her tray and sipping something I think resembled tea, the Heretic.
"I didnt sleep. Such a paltry act is for the weak or a week. I have Coffee, i shall be made strong."
She didnt know how to respond to that, nobody ever does. Except Grimm, they try to kill you.
[¤]
the speech, was boring.
Goodwitch, was full of hatred.
The launch pads, had really big springs.
How do I know these three things?
I am flying, literally.
Gravity has weakened its hold and made me light, Wind guided my movement and keeps me aloft.
Flying under your own power... it's an indescribable joy.
I drift to the forest below, lightly brushing against the branches as I make my way to the floor.
GRRRRR
Fun fact, Beowulfs are highly noticeable.
My feet touch the floor and I have a handful of seconds to breath and prepare before the creatures of the night are pouncing.
I let the Grimm get close, my aura has sunk into the floor like hooks and claws, Gravity twists and I become immovable.
The creatures find that out the hard way, claw after claw and tooth after tooth break or blunt against my Aura, I'm left unscathed.
This is alot like that SAO scene, with Kirito on the bridge and the thugs attacking him.
Except I'm a caster not a swordsman, and these are kinda cute monsters.
"Do you know the definition of insanity?" I whisper to myself as they just. Keep. Going.
I let this happen for a few more minutes, to draw attention from more creatures, even a couple Ursa show up.
Then I let it out. Fire, lightning and Wind make something hot and horrible, fueled by shifting air and guided by lightnings abilities.
As close to Scifi plasma as I can get, the near impossible substance only exists because of the Aura I funnel into it.
I beam I let lose, its much like the one I fried mercury with but smaller, dances out in almost Lazy sweeps.
I dont even have to move, the beam emits from the Aura I fill my body with, I could make it come from the ground right now if I desired.
A few seconds and the creatures are thoroughly dispatched. they all died in the first two sweeps, the other dozen were to relieve a little stress.
"Holy..." someone says from the edge, I hear them easily even over the crackling twinkle of plasma as it dissipates.
I survey my scene, dull and shallow glowing lines burned/melted into everything tell you of my beams path, the dark smoke floating from rapidly deteriorating flesh tell of my goal.
I make the mistake of looking through the drifting gas, catching my observers eyes on accident.
...We are going to Hate this.
"Fuck..." I whisper.
My fate is sealed.
Goodbye free time.
Before that night it was because I lived alone, and barely woke up before 11am.
At the appartment, it's because I live alone and usually eat on the roof, if I eat at all.
In the field, it's because I work alone or with professionals who dont need to talk to communicate effectively.
Here, its mayham. Sound and Feelings fill the air like cannon fire. Far to many people talking, far to many conversations my brain tries to understand.
The foods good atleast. And the coffee is actually has caffeine, unlike Remnants civilian coffee.
"Hello again." Nikos, of fucking course.
"Arevyou feeling okay Eldruin? You look... unwell." Shes so polite and genuinely concerned.
Fucking morning people.
I tiredly raise an arm to point at her, putting my most annoyed face on.
"You, morning person, are all that's wrong with the world. The world should not start untill atleast Ten." I respond before turning back to my food.
"Oh, I take it you didnt sleep well?" She spoke softly as she sat beside me, putting down her tray and sipping something I think resembled tea, the Heretic.
"I didnt sleep. Such a paltry act is for the weak or a week. I have Coffee, i shall be made strong."
She didnt know how to respond to that, nobody ever does. Except Grimm, they try to kill you.
[¤]
the speech, was boring.
Goodwitch, was full of hatred.
The launch pads, had really big springs.
How do I know these three things?
I am flying, literally.
Gravity has weakened its hold and made me light, Wind guided my movement and keeps me aloft.
Flying under your own power... it's an indescribable joy.
I drift to the forest below, lightly brushing against the branches as I make my way to the floor.
GRRRRR
Fun fact, Beowulfs are highly noticeable.
My feet touch the floor and I have a handful of seconds to breath and prepare before the creatures of the night are pouncing.
I let the Grimm get close, my aura has sunk into the floor like hooks and claws, Gravity twists and I become immovable.
The creatures find that out the hard way, claw after claw and tooth after tooth break or blunt against my Aura, I'm left unscathed.
This is alot like that SAO scene, with Kirito on the bridge and the thugs attacking him.
Except I'm a caster not a swordsman, and these are kinda cute monsters.
"Do you know the definition of insanity?" I whisper to myself as they just. Keep. Going.
I let this happen for a few more minutes, to draw attention from more creatures, even a couple Ursa show up.
Then I let it out. Fire, lightning and Wind make something hot and horrible, fueled by shifting air and guided by lightnings abilities.
As close to Scifi plasma as I can get, the near impossible substance only exists because of the Aura I funnel into it.
I beam I let lose, its much like the one I fried mercury with but smaller, dances out in almost Lazy sweeps.
I dont even have to move, the beam emits from the Aura I fill my body with, I could make it come from the ground right now if I desired.
A few seconds and the creatures are thoroughly dispatched. they all died in the first two sweeps, the other dozen were to relieve a little stress.
"Holy..." someone says from the edge, I hear them easily even over the crackling twinkle of plasma as it dissipates.
I survey my scene, dull and shallow glowing lines burned/melted into everything tell you of my beams path, the dark smoke floating from rapidly deteriorating flesh tell of my goal.
I make the mistake of looking through the drifting gas, catching my observers eyes on accident.
...We are going to Hate this.
"Fuck..." I whisper.
My fate is sealed.
Goodbye free time.
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Plot twist, it's Cardin. 😛
Better plot twist, I left the end like that to get ideas from you wonderful people.
Anyway, what who would you guys like to see partnered with our morally gray hero?
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- United States
So i just notice that mc is a litteral man with two souls thing going on unlike the book that was mentioned once in canon or fannon which i think it was refering to ozpin
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Really, I think any protagonist would be fun. But in all honestly, dealing with anyone of Team CRDL sounds annoying. I mean, high school bullies would seem....petty. Because they are. But it could make a good story, if you want to go there. The protagonist trying to deal with a bunch of petty racist teens. I mean, this is usually left up to the author for a reason lol. Advice from a GM, don't pick a character you can't or don't like to write. Anything else is cool!
Its blake.
