Loving the Vash, Trigun was a great series and one of my first animes.
Ah, an excellent nakama. They will make a sweet sacrifice come the eclipse
Ah, an excellent nakama. They will make a sweet sacrifice come the eclipse
The Other Path [RWBY SI] [AHOIAC AU]
- Thread starter shadenight123
- Start date
Fragnostic Did Another Thing! (and it's as beautiful as the first thing)!
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
I did a proof of concept thing; It's Chez!
EDIT: Oh, and I totally got off my lazy ass because of @Exsequens's drawing.
EDIT: Oh, and I totally got off my lazy ass because of @Exsequens's drawing.
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- Location
- Portugal
@Fragnostic is doing God´s Work.
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
I'm doing the work God got too
@shadenight123, check out the post with the poster :3 - It begins.
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And painted on whiskers. You know as Vaccuan war paint.
Chapter Eighty-Three
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Eighty-Three
We could not believe it, and yet we had to. We were done. It had taken us a considerable amount of time, days had become weeks which had become months, but we were done. The last batch of homework delivered, we could finally strike the iron while it was hot and get ourselves a mission, a beautiful mission that would see us leave the tight confines of Atlas Academy and strike out into the wild frozen lands of Atlas.
We were ready.
We were ready for anything.
"What do you mean missions are suspended!?" I exclaimed, staring in disbelief at the notice board that gave the same message to everyone involved. "Grimm don't stop attacking because of exams!"
"Apparently, there aren't enough Huntsmen-Teachers available, so it's a first come first serve thing where...we came last," Gorm muttered, glancing at the specifications which appeared further down the digital board.
Chez' right eyebrow was twitching. Zhelty's hands were trembling. I felt someone tug at my sleeve. I looked down just in time to see Chez with her eyes as wide as she could possibly make them, and her lips trembling. "Please Wren," she whimpered, "I want to kill Grimm."
"They can't do that," Zhelty grumbled. "We don't need professors to hold our hands while we go on a Grimm killing spree." She looked around. "We could go on one all the same."
I sighed. "I don't think they'd let us leave the Academy," Gorm grumbled, "And if they're having exams, then why aren't we? We've done the theory..."
I pulled out my Scroll. I pushed the button for the Atlas Academy's App, which aptly called Trias, Tri-A. 3-A. Because of the name. Yes. Whoever invented it lacked in imagination. Anyway, as I went through the digital options available which ranged from setting an appointment with a professor to querying about an exam's results, my eyes veered to the exam's availability for the likes of my team.
"Apparently we cannot sustain the exam because since we're special cases, we first need to be evaluated during the beginning of the next semester. Then we can sustain the final exam of this year, and start properly as third year students-and they'll waive the combat experience requirements due to our past achievements," I mused as I read through the fine print, "But in a nutshell, we don't need to take missions, we won't be send on missions, we-"
"But I want money to spend," Zhelty said with a pitiful whine that had me arch an eyebrow in her direction. Chez pretty much mirrored her, but this was the first time Zhelty had been salivating for money. It didn't bode well. I glanced at Gorm, who shook his head. My gaze returned to Zhelty.
She fidgeted for four seconds, and then her pitiful appearance returned serious. "I've been building something during the Mechashift classes, and while they're letting us use the power tools free of charge, we need money to buy the equipment and the material we want to mount on it. I've nearly finished-I just need some more hundreds...of thousands...of Lien."
I stared at her.
Then I took a deep breath and composed a number I knew I was going to regret.
"Is Atlas Academy on fire again?" the question asked on the other end made me wonder just how much trust Winter put in my ability to contact her for reasons that weren't related to Chez-Accidents. "Because if it is, I am not helping you again."
"Actually, big sister," I said already starting to regret every word. "We wanted to take a mission, but due to end-of-year exams, we're short on experienced huntsmen."
"I see," Winter said, sounding amused. "And you thought I might be able to assist with that?"
"You did point out repeatedly you wanted us to follow an experienced Specialist while they did their job so we could learn how a proper Atlas huntsman operated," I answered. "And right now we're basically benched while they evaluate our homework after the exam periods. We're a group of four student-huntsmen eager to leave our mark on Remnant."
"I see," Winter said. "I did say that. Still, you should spend this time studying for the future exam-you did a lot of catch-up, it would be a waste to lose it all."
I sighed. I glanced around briefly, realized only my teammates were around, and then pulled out the big guns. "Pretty please, big sister Winter?"
"Wren, if you think you can convince me with such a basic level of-"
"I love you very, very much and am missing you lots," I added.
"A-As I was saying-"
"I am sure you're the coolest specialist Atlas has, and I just want to see you in action. You're my hero, big sister. Please?" I whined the last part one, and I heard a soft gasp on the other side.
"I-I'm sure that if-if I speak with General Ironwood we can come up with something," she said in the end, caving in. "However do not expect the job to be glorious or tied with your interests. With such short notice, it will probably be nothing more than dutifully following around an experienced Specialist on their day-to-day tasks."
"That's quite all right," I said. "Anything to spend some time with my beautiful best sister."
Winter coughed into her fist, "Flattery will get you nowhere in life, Wren, but honesty is appreciated," she then sighed, "Have you been eating properly? The latest reports from your Scroll's dietary application report a ten percent increase on fat food consumption and a three percent decrease on vegetables-you shouldn't fall to the evil temptation of Menu F, for while it's worthwhile sometimes to indulge on special treats to oneself, deep-fried food will lead to complications down the-" I took a deep breath as I turned my attention to my teammates, who were all giving me the military salute as they would give it to a recently departed comrade.
They knew that I'd have to keep answering to Winter until she closed the call now. They knew I'd have to play the conscientious little brother who would never close a call on his older sister's face.
They knew, the bastards, and Chez had actually her Scroll out recording me in the meantime.
"And one thing we should definitely try is to get you to learn how to drive an Airship," Winter continued amiably, "Your teammate Zhelty is such a sweet young woman, she's quite interested in pursuing a career as a Specialist, you know? She'd probably be better at it than you too," she teased, "Unless you work hard, she's going to make you eat the dirt."
"I see," I mused, "Well then I'm afraid I'll have to cut this chat short Winter. Zhelty here insists on getting some training done," I added, my eyes narrowing as the young garden gnome in an Atlas Uniform took a few steps back. "And I just cannot say no to her when she insists on becoming so much like you."
Chez' eyes narrowed as she snapped her head to stare at Zhelty's, who simply scoffed and looked nervously away. Chez made a small hiss. "You-You're buttering the family up!"
"It's called planning ahead," Zhelty pointed out, "As if you weren't doing the same."
Chez made a small 'nyah' sound of disbelief, and then looked away in turn.
"I will contact you later to give you details about your incoming mission then," Winter said, "But remember Wren, do not fall prey to Menu F. It is a horrible thing. One day you may wake up, weight yourself, and realize you have gained more than you thought you had. It is a Menu that leads to a dark, horrible side of Atlas Academy-and you do not want to walk that path."
"Winter," I said, "I-I understand."
Well, actually I didn't, but if it made her feel at ease then I wouldn't take it anymore. There were other equally tasty menus I could go for. Though I did wonder why there was a menu called Menu S that only had a large question-mark put in place. I hadn't dared ordering it yet, but maybe it wouldn't be that bad of a thing.
"I will contact you shortly then," Winter said once more.
"Yes?" I said.
"Good," Winter mused. She lingered on the other end of the phone call.
I listened into the silence, then realized everyone was looking at me as if I was missing the cue. "Love you, big sis?" I said.
"Likewise, little brother, likewise," she answered before closing the call.
Somewhere, somehow, I had a feeling that Winter was fist-pumping the air for having been unofficially dubbed Best-Sister. I had no idea why I felt it was like that, but I was relatively sure that if I could get a video of her current position, she'd be cheerfully showing off pictures of me to her coworkers, going on and on about how much of a cute little brother I was.
I was pretty much heading for my twenties, so there was very little cuteness left in me, but whatever rocked her boat, I reckoned.
"We're not really going to train now, are we?" Zhelty asked. "We could be doing a lot of other stuff, like...calibrating our weapons."
I calmly cracked my knuckles. "We're gonna go train," I said. "And we're gonna be the very best. Like no one ever was."
"Oh no," Gorm muttered. "He's going to sing-"
I grabbed hold of the collar of Zhelty's uniform, and began to drag her towards the arena, which would be empty since everyone but us was busy with exams, "To fight Grimm is my real test, to train us is my cause," I hummed as I realized Chez was holding her hands to her ears. "I will travel across Remnant, searching far and wide~"
Gorm had meanwhile pulled out some earplugs, and put them into his ears with serene peacefulness.
"Teach huntsman to understand, the power that's inside!" and with that final high-pitched final, I threw Zhelty into the arena.
She landed nimbly with her hands and cartwheeled up in the air, doing a pirouette before landing on her feet in the middle of the fighting ring.
"Stop singing," Zhelty grumbled. "You promised you wouldn't sing anymore!"
"And you promised you wouldn't tamper with people's weapons without asking permission first," I pointed out raising a finger. "Did you, or did you not, modify Arabica and Robusta recently?"
"Aren't they more ergonomic now?" Zhelty retorted as I drew closer and we began to fistfight one another, if without any real heat behind it.
"That's not the point I'm making," I said. "Asking permission is overrated?"
"It's not," Zhelty said, "And I'm sorry about that," she ducked with relative ease under one of my swings, and then proceeded to pummel my stomach before I could get enough distance back to start parrying her once more. "But you never do your work properly when it comes to your weapons!"
"Now that's not true!" I snapped back.
"Well, you chose not to take Advanced Mechashifting Technology as an elective! And if you don't let me modify your weapons, how are you supposed to remain competitive on the field?!" Zhelty yelled right back, kneeling and doing a swing of her leg, which I jumped to avoid, only for her to use her hands as a pivot and come swinging for a kick in my midriff, which I blocked with my arm.
"I'm not that smart of a person," I grumbled back, "I prefer to hit Grimm and people until they stop being problems."
"Nyah~" Chez rushed from behind me, and I barely ducked under her own swinging fists. She then took position with her fingers outstretched as if she were a cat about to claw people. "Kitty claws-style!"
"That's not really something that exists," Gorm mused from the sidelines.
"Gorm? Are you joining or what?" I asked him in disbelief.
He had a Scroll in his hands instead. Was he recording it? Why was he recording it!?
"Online betting is a real and tried strategy to cash in money," he said as if reading my mind. "You all get a cut of it and...we're live! Bets are open! On one side, Kitty-Claw and Garden Pixie, on the other Bully Bird. Can Bully Bird win? Will he? Let's find out. Bets start at fifty Lien and if you bet something not on the list and it happens, the payout is doubled!"
"I...I have no words," I muttered. "This is supposed to be training."
"Think of it as an incentive," Zhelty added. "I do need money for my...project."
"And I want a second Box," Chez said, resolutely. "So I can hop from one into the other and be twice as happy!"
Seriously, I hoped Winter would come quickly with a mission for us.
The longer my teammates stood away from the battlefield, the worst it would get.
They needed to risk their lives to maintain a grip on their sanity.
Truly, what a wicked world we lived in.
We could not believe it, and yet we had to. We were done. It had taken us a considerable amount of time, days had become weeks which had become months, but we were done. The last batch of homework delivered, we could finally strike the iron while it was hot and get ourselves a mission, a beautiful mission that would see us leave the tight confines of Atlas Academy and strike out into the wild frozen lands of Atlas.
We were ready.
We were ready for anything.
"What do you mean missions are suspended!?" I exclaimed, staring in disbelief at the notice board that gave the same message to everyone involved. "Grimm don't stop attacking because of exams!"
"Apparently, there aren't enough Huntsmen-Teachers available, so it's a first come first serve thing where...we came last," Gorm muttered, glancing at the specifications which appeared further down the digital board.
Chez' right eyebrow was twitching. Zhelty's hands were trembling. I felt someone tug at my sleeve. I looked down just in time to see Chez with her eyes as wide as she could possibly make them, and her lips trembling. "Please Wren," she whimpered, "I want to kill Grimm."
"They can't do that," Zhelty grumbled. "We don't need professors to hold our hands while we go on a Grimm killing spree." She looked around. "We could go on one all the same."
I sighed. "I don't think they'd let us leave the Academy," Gorm grumbled, "And if they're having exams, then why aren't we? We've done the theory..."
I pulled out my Scroll. I pushed the button for the Atlas Academy's App, which aptly called Trias, Tri-A. 3-A. Because of the name. Yes. Whoever invented it lacked in imagination. Anyway, as I went through the digital options available which ranged from setting an appointment with a professor to querying about an exam's results, my eyes veered to the exam's availability for the likes of my team.
"Apparently we cannot sustain the exam because since we're special cases, we first need to be evaluated during the beginning of the next semester. Then we can sustain the final exam of this year, and start properly as third year students-and they'll waive the combat experience requirements due to our past achievements," I mused as I read through the fine print, "But in a nutshell, we don't need to take missions, we won't be send on missions, we-"
"But I want money to spend," Zhelty said with a pitiful whine that had me arch an eyebrow in her direction. Chez pretty much mirrored her, but this was the first time Zhelty had been salivating for money. It didn't bode well. I glanced at Gorm, who shook his head. My gaze returned to Zhelty.
She fidgeted for four seconds, and then her pitiful appearance returned serious. "I've been building something during the Mechashift classes, and while they're letting us use the power tools free of charge, we need money to buy the equipment and the material we want to mount on it. I've nearly finished-I just need some more hundreds...of thousands...of Lien."
I stared at her.
Then I took a deep breath and composed a number I knew I was going to regret.
"Is Atlas Academy on fire again?" the question asked on the other end made me wonder just how much trust Winter put in my ability to contact her for reasons that weren't related to Chez-Accidents. "Because if it is, I am not helping you again."
"Actually, big sister," I said already starting to regret every word. "We wanted to take a mission, but due to end-of-year exams, we're short on experienced huntsmen."
"I see," Winter said, sounding amused. "And you thought I might be able to assist with that?"
"You did point out repeatedly you wanted us to follow an experienced Specialist while they did their job so we could learn how a proper Atlas huntsman operated," I answered. "And right now we're basically benched while they evaluate our homework after the exam periods. We're a group of four student-huntsmen eager to leave our mark on Remnant."
"I see," Winter said. "I did say that. Still, you should spend this time studying for the future exam-you did a lot of catch-up, it would be a waste to lose it all."
I sighed. I glanced around briefly, realized only my teammates were around, and then pulled out the big guns. "Pretty please, big sister Winter?"
"Wren, if you think you can convince me with such a basic level of-"
"I love you very, very much and am missing you lots," I added.
"A-As I was saying-"
"I am sure you're the coolest specialist Atlas has, and I just want to see you in action. You're my hero, big sister. Please?" I whined the last part one, and I heard a soft gasp on the other side.
"I-I'm sure that if-if I speak with General Ironwood we can come up with something," she said in the end, caving in. "However do not expect the job to be glorious or tied with your interests. With such short notice, it will probably be nothing more than dutifully following around an experienced Specialist on their day-to-day tasks."
"That's quite all right," I said. "Anything to spend some time with my beautiful best sister."
Winter coughed into her fist, "Flattery will get you nowhere in life, Wren, but honesty is appreciated," she then sighed, "Have you been eating properly? The latest reports from your Scroll's dietary application report a ten percent increase on fat food consumption and a three percent decrease on vegetables-you shouldn't fall to the evil temptation of Menu F, for while it's worthwhile sometimes to indulge on special treats to oneself, deep-fried food will lead to complications down the-" I took a deep breath as I turned my attention to my teammates, who were all giving me the military salute as they would give it to a recently departed comrade.
They knew that I'd have to keep answering to Winter until she closed the call now. They knew I'd have to play the conscientious little brother who would never close a call on his older sister's face.
They knew, the bastards, and Chez had actually her Scroll out recording me in the meantime.
"And one thing we should definitely try is to get you to learn how to drive an Airship," Winter continued amiably, "Your teammate Zhelty is such a sweet young woman, she's quite interested in pursuing a career as a Specialist, you know? She'd probably be better at it than you too," she teased, "Unless you work hard, she's going to make you eat the dirt."
"I see," I mused, "Well then I'm afraid I'll have to cut this chat short Winter. Zhelty here insists on getting some training done," I added, my eyes narrowing as the young garden gnome in an Atlas Uniform took a few steps back. "And I just cannot say no to her when she insists on becoming so much like you."
Chez' eyes narrowed as she snapped her head to stare at Zhelty's, who simply scoffed and looked nervously away. Chez made a small hiss. "You-You're buttering the family up!"
"It's called planning ahead," Zhelty pointed out, "As if you weren't doing the same."
Chez made a small 'nyah' sound of disbelief, and then looked away in turn.
"I will contact you later to give you details about your incoming mission then," Winter said, "But remember Wren, do not fall prey to Menu F. It is a horrible thing. One day you may wake up, weight yourself, and realize you have gained more than you thought you had. It is a Menu that leads to a dark, horrible side of Atlas Academy-and you do not want to walk that path."
"Winter," I said, "I-I understand."
Well, actually I didn't, but if it made her feel at ease then I wouldn't take it anymore. There were other equally tasty menus I could go for. Though I did wonder why there was a menu called Menu S that only had a large question-mark put in place. I hadn't dared ordering it yet, but maybe it wouldn't be that bad of a thing.
"I will contact you shortly then," Winter said once more.
"Yes?" I said.
"Good," Winter mused. She lingered on the other end of the phone call.
I listened into the silence, then realized everyone was looking at me as if I was missing the cue. "Love you, big sis?" I said.
"Likewise, little brother, likewise," she answered before closing the call.
Somewhere, somehow, I had a feeling that Winter was fist-pumping the air for having been unofficially dubbed Best-Sister. I had no idea why I felt it was like that, but I was relatively sure that if I could get a video of her current position, she'd be cheerfully showing off pictures of me to her coworkers, going on and on about how much of a cute little brother I was.
I was pretty much heading for my twenties, so there was very little cuteness left in me, but whatever rocked her boat, I reckoned.
"We're not really going to train now, are we?" Zhelty asked. "We could be doing a lot of other stuff, like...calibrating our weapons."
I calmly cracked my knuckles. "We're gonna go train," I said. "And we're gonna be the very best. Like no one ever was."
"Oh no," Gorm muttered. "He's going to sing-"
I grabbed hold of the collar of Zhelty's uniform, and began to drag her towards the arena, which would be empty since everyone but us was busy with exams, "To fight Grimm is my real test, to train us is my cause," I hummed as I realized Chez was holding her hands to her ears. "I will travel across Remnant, searching far and wide~"
Gorm had meanwhile pulled out some earplugs, and put them into his ears with serene peacefulness.
"Teach huntsman to understand, the power that's inside!" and with that final high-pitched final, I threw Zhelty into the arena.
She landed nimbly with her hands and cartwheeled up in the air, doing a pirouette before landing on her feet in the middle of the fighting ring.
"Stop singing," Zhelty grumbled. "You promised you wouldn't sing anymore!"
"And you promised you wouldn't tamper with people's weapons without asking permission first," I pointed out raising a finger. "Did you, or did you not, modify Arabica and Robusta recently?"
"Aren't they more ergonomic now?" Zhelty retorted as I drew closer and we began to fistfight one another, if without any real heat behind it.
"That's not the point I'm making," I said. "Asking permission is overrated?"
"It's not," Zhelty said, "And I'm sorry about that," she ducked with relative ease under one of my swings, and then proceeded to pummel my stomach before I could get enough distance back to start parrying her once more. "But you never do your work properly when it comes to your weapons!"
"Now that's not true!" I snapped back.
"Well, you chose not to take Advanced Mechashifting Technology as an elective! And if you don't let me modify your weapons, how are you supposed to remain competitive on the field?!" Zhelty yelled right back, kneeling and doing a swing of her leg, which I jumped to avoid, only for her to use her hands as a pivot and come swinging for a kick in my midriff, which I blocked with my arm.
"I'm not that smart of a person," I grumbled back, "I prefer to hit Grimm and people until they stop being problems."
"Nyah~" Chez rushed from behind me, and I barely ducked under her own swinging fists. She then took position with her fingers outstretched as if she were a cat about to claw people. "Kitty claws-style!"
"That's not really something that exists," Gorm mused from the sidelines.
"Gorm? Are you joining or what?" I asked him in disbelief.
He had a Scroll in his hands instead. Was he recording it? Why was he recording it!?
"Online betting is a real and tried strategy to cash in money," he said as if reading my mind. "You all get a cut of it and...we're live! Bets are open! On one side, Kitty-Claw and Garden Pixie, on the other Bully Bird. Can Bully Bird win? Will he? Let's find out. Bets start at fifty Lien and if you bet something not on the list and it happens, the payout is doubled!"
"I...I have no words," I muttered. "This is supposed to be training."
"Think of it as an incentive," Zhelty added. "I do need money for my...project."
"And I want a second Box," Chez said, resolutely. "So I can hop from one into the other and be twice as happy!"
Seriously, I hoped Winter would come quickly with a mission for us.
The longer my teammates stood away from the battlefield, the worst it would get.
They needed to risk their lives to maintain a grip on their sanity.
Truly, what a wicked world we lived in.
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
1. It's an accessory, It's attached to the belt.
2. Sorry, but I'm not that good in making stuff.
That's exactly why she did it. She has even lewder ideas between chapters. Anything for the kittens, no?
Like I said, it would be going too far. That said, I might consider tanlines. :3And painted on whiskers. You know as Vaccuan war paint.
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
@Fragnostic my only dismay is that I cannot give more than one rating, but know that my heart is now ten times its normal size, and I am a happy Shade.
LordOfPears12
Cat girl headpatter
- Location
- Land of pizza,pasta and lasagna.
Now we just need big kitty paw gloves and a collar, I wonder if it's racist nah she probably wouldn't mind if it was in 'private' with Wren.
Was her hair color referenced in previous chapter? She rather has well bountifull *Cough* assets. Wren is gonna be happy in the future.
Teiwaz
Beloved of Adorjan.
- Location
- RUNNING AWAY
*full body twitch*
Proof shade has a cat he understand too damn well
- Location
- Is this really necessary?
Maybe Shade Academy should have attached a note onto their transferring students.
"Just remember to feed and water them every once in a while, and make sure they go outside and get plenty of exercise or you'll be facing some serious property damage."
"Just remember to feed and water them every once in a while, and make sure they go outside and get plenty of exercise or you'll be facing some serious property damage."
- Location
- Florida
So about half the size of a normal heart, gotcha.
"And the Grinch, his heart grew ten sizes!"
"Ten times zero is still zero!"
- Location
- Finland
.... I suddenly feel concerned for Winter's future.
LordOfPears12
Cat girl headpatter
- Location
- Land of pizza,pasta and lasagna.
Welp time to order this legendary meal it must be delicious.
Winter Bro-con confirmed!
TsunTsunZhelty is Tsun. Fragnostic makes my heart go doki-doku.
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
Well, another day another concept:
Here's the smallest team member with the biggest anger issues!
Here's the smallest team member with the biggest anger issues!
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LordOfPears12
Cat girl headpatter
- Location
- Land of pizza,pasta and lasagna.
You are doing God's work damn keep pumping those art concepts.
I thought it was ed from fml when I clicked to see the image, you missed the freckles I think.
Really, really feels like a genderbent ed a nice one in fact.
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
Thanks! What freckles? Ed has freckles?
I also settled on making her tan, because Vacuo.
Ideally, she'd have oil smudges everywhere, she's
Exsequens
I Ent Dead!
- Location
- Back in the Toaster.
Edward Elric doesn't have freckles, Zhelty Malen however, does. Though you seem to have given Chez said freckles instead.
I have a design notes sheet you can refer to, it's the first thing I usually do when gathering information if someone's story has gotten me interested enough to doodle my curiosities.
LordOfPears12
Cat girl headpatter
- Location
- Land of pizza,pasta and lasagna.
I was referring to Zhelthy.