- Location
- Indonesia
Oh God I just read this as Beth-Shade-da.
The Other Path [RWBY SI] [AHOIAC AU]
- Thread starter shadenight123
- Start date
Oh God I just read this as Beth-Shade-da.
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
Implications... disturbing.
Nervos Belli
Don't think this means you've won!
- Location
- Murica
Pretty sure the Schnee semblance is not meant to be used for a booty call.
Could you create a small story (or a large one. it's up to you) about Salem and Ozpin getting summoned in a holy grail war along side of all the different wrens in the fate series.
It would be amusing to watch all the wrens encounter each other while seeing the reactions of everyone else to the scenario.
It would be amusing to watch all the wrens encounter each other while seeing the reactions of everyone else to the scenario.
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JBcristal
Bring Me All The Puppies!
- Location
- Somewhere that doesn't have enough puppies.
Now, now, these stories aren't choppy, partially incomplete and full of broken features, now are they?
...this very much feels like sig material.
- Location
- Some Apartment
Read it in one go once more.
Forgot that it got me hooked since chapter 1. Thank you for giving us a ride. I DEMAND MOAR.
And for the record what I truly want to say besides how awesome and wonderful this tale of madness and friendships, family and ships is?
Jinn just had the most fulfilling and wonderful intercourse she couldve had thanks to Wren. I tip my hat to you on how you made it play out. Kinda feel down yet fulfilled at the end of that. Bittersweet really.
Edit: You made her asking for more while making it drawn out. Truly.
Forgot that it got me hooked since chapter 1. Thank you for giving us a ride. I DEMAND MOAR.
And for the record what I truly want to say besides how awesome and wonderful this tale of madness and friendships, family and ships is?
Jinn just had the most fulfilling and wonderful intercourse she couldve had thanks to Wren. I tip my hat to you on how you made it play out. Kinda feel down yet fulfilled at the end of that. Bittersweet really.
Edit: You made her asking for more while making it drawn out. Truly.
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Chargone
Invisable operator
- Location
- New Zealand
* Cut to various grimm getting chopped up *
* Cut to "behind the scenes" footage indicating the fic's nature as a not yet complete serialised work of fiction *
* Cut to various excessive training sequences, and the participants there-in *
...
You sure about that?
- Location
- Belgium
I mean, it's disturbing to think about it but since Wren remember everything his ancestor ever did and some of them were kinda viking.....let say there is a lot he have to suppress and some summon he will never use.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
*Two Salem's fighting to the death*
Salem: You dare use my form-
Wren: Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!
Salem: Silen-
Wren: Stop hitting yourself!
Salem: Enough!
Wren: Why are you hitting yourself then?
Qrow: Some final battle this is...
Ozpin: *Sips with great nervousness*
Salem: You dare use my form-
Wren: Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!
Salem: Silen-
Wren: Stop hitting yourself!
Salem: Enough!
Wren: Why are you hitting yourself then?
Qrow: Some final battle this is...
Ozpin: *Sips with great nervousness*
- Location
- Belgium
So if i understand what you are saying we could end up with an harem full of SummonSalemMaido? I like how you think,
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
Oh yeah, he totally pierced her with his sword. It was gnarly, dude!
And discourse would be a better word to use, intercourse makes it sound like they did the vertical tango despite also meaning an exchange.
I think she'd just teleport to him, hence my implications disturbing comment and all the booty call jokes.
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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six
Team JNPR had never been in the desert, and knew nothing of the delicious Vacuo spice that would fill their every living moment, and even find its way within their mouths in the middle of the night. But they'd learn to enjoy the taste of sand, for sand was everywhere and within everyone.
Also, there wouldn't be any showers for the duration of the trek, thus they'd come to learn an all new meaning to the word 'stink'. It was fine, however. They'd get used to it. They were already getting used to it. There was grace in everyone's movements now. Even Jaune had caught up, perhaps because I had been a bit harder on the boy to let him catch up to the others, but his improvements were the most remarkable.
Then again, he had started from zero, and now there he was, fighting side by side with Pyrrha against half a dozen snarling Beowolves.
The Grimm presence in Vacuo had noticeably increased. We waddled through the sands, took turns sleeping during the cold nights, and slid through some of the most problematic encounters ever known to man.
And finally, finally we saw our objective standing pristine-like there past the last dunes.
"Vacuo, oh Vacuo," I hummed, "We've made it, people! We're at the last stretch!"
"Sand for the sand gods! Heat for the heat throne!" Chez excitedly added, winking in my direction before Zhelty's hand met her head, and then sighed and let it be.
"Food. Water. Money!" Gorm finished amiably.
"Grimm," Pyrrha said, her weapon in rifle form, and her eyes through the rifle's sights. "A lot of them. They're prowling."
"Gathering near the city but not attacking," Ren said next, "They must all be older."
"Which means there's something being planned by our enemy," I mused, sighing. "We'll have to make for the city's gates. They'll probably rope us into killing a couple dozens without pay, citing that it would be too dangerous to open up otherwise, so let's just avoid the hassle and go on a cleansing spree."
"Charity work?" Gorm asked, blinking as if he had been served an incredibly bitter tonic. He sighed. "At least let's ask for the tax deductions."
"I don't know whether to be impressed or scared that Gorm's pretty much taken to the financial matters like a fish to the water or a bird to the sky," Zhelty mused with a chuckle, before cracking her neck. "I did want to try the Sunsizzle's Battle Mode once more. This time no pesky Goliath is going to break my precious babies!"
"Aren't there too many of them to fight head-on?" Jaune asked instead, calm and level-headed as he gazed at the teeming masses. More than a few had turned their heads to stare at our group. A couple of Nevermores cawed up in the air too.
"You haven't realized, have you?" I mused as I glanced at him. "Why do you think they didn't come for us? They know we're here. They knew we were coming. Yet, they haven't charged us. Why do you think that is?"
Jaune furrowed his brows, and inclined his head to the side. "They...they want us to go to them?"
I shrugged, "Maybe," I acquiesced, "Or maybe they can feel it."
"Feel what?" Ren asked.
I grinned, "That we aren't afraid of them," I said with a chuckle escaping my lips, "And if four brave huntsmen aren't afraid of so many Grimm, then, of course..." I glanced at the masses that were growling and snarling, hissing and clawing at the ground, "They need to ask themselves a very important question."
Zhelty brought her left arm in front of her, and began to tap away some commands as the motorbikes fizzled and transformed, uniting together and becoming a larger, humanoid frame.
Chez' Alice began to rev, the rumbling echoing and growing in intensity.
"Are we mad," I said. "Or are we strong?"
Gorm whistled, and then quietly began to make Archimedes spin by his side.
"The first minutes will decide it," I continued, even as Zhelty jumped on my extended hand to then reach the center of the Sunsizzle's battle form, strapping herself to the makeshift cockpit. "So fight like there is no tomorrow! Howl your desires and let your dreams guide you!" I laughed as I said that.
I flexed my legs, and spread my wings.
Literally.
Wings of pure white interwoven with light blue shone from my back, the partial summoning of a Nevermore's own wings. "Let no blade stay dry! No shield without a dent!"
The Sunsizzle Z's engine roared, its chainsaw on its right hand and its large flamethrower on the left rumbling as it readied itself to charge forth, Zhelty within and in full command.
"Who wants to live forever!?" I bellowed, before flying upwards, straight into the flock of Sphinxes that had been eyeing us like succulent prey. Yet, we were prey no longer.
Down below, I could hear the Sunsizzle run forward. I could hear the sound of flames, and explosions. The gunshots in the air, and the ripple of the winds. Up in the skies, I landed on a small shimmering Glyph as my wings disappeared. The closest Sphinx blinked at my sight, and I smiled at it before digging my bladed wrist into its neck, the tough skin shattering under the aura-enhanced strength, the Grimm itself falling towards the ground as it turned into ashes.
I spun off the back of a swooping Sphinx, hopped on the head of another, and slammed my heel into the back of a third, whose back shattered upon impact, its body slamming into the sands below with a resounding strike.
"This is Vacuo airspace, and you are not cleared to fly overhead," I chuckled as I said that, standing in wait as the rest of the flock gathered, and determined its chances. They chose wisely, and flew away.
A few younger ones didn't choose wisdom, and died as quickly as they got within range of my fists. It was how things went, and how things should always be.
Down below, I could see the battle pretty much at an end. The majority of the Grimm had preferred to move away from the site of the battle, perhaps ordered to gather, but not to fight back in order to maintain one's strength. Whatever the reason, the Sunsizzle's chainsaw was deep into the armored plate of a Deathstalker, the golden pincer held by the other hand's metallic claws, flames roasting it at the same time.
Gorm's Archimedes was slammed viciously on the side of an Ursa, the chains twirled around the Grimm's neck as the man rode the Grimm into battle against its fellow monsters, firing off from the rifle part of his weapon.
Chez was the hardest to pin down. She disappeared and reappeared without actual concerns for physics, or the laws that governed a human body's ability to bend or move. Her passage was instead quite visible on the ground, for it was marked by the sand turning to glass due to the heat of her weapon, and the gory messes that her chainsaw did on the unfortunate Grimm she ended up against.
Team Juniper was valiantly fighting too, their own huntsmen clearing without trouble their own hordes and pulling their weight in the battle. By the time the area near the gates cleared, the guys atop had little choice but to let us in. Not that they had a choice on the matter when I amiably hopped down in front of them, smiling just like I knew they'd like it.
Stepping inside Vacuo was like a breath of nostalgia hitting me with the strength of a warhammer. The people around went about their businesses with a bit of a nervous step to them, but they were mostly uncaring of the whole Grimm situation. As we marched in, a few caravan leaders took the cue to step out and make a beeline for the temporary clearing on the siege of sorts, while a couple more would attempt the same a few hours later, just to give the early starters a chance to pull a few Grimm on their tails.
We trudged towards Haven academy with purpose in our strides, determination in our eyes, and-
"What do you mean Headmistress Gale isn't here?" I asked, wary all of a sudden.
"That she isn't here, lad," Professor Rumpole replied, shrugging as his eyes glanced to our assembled teams. "She got into a bit of a spat with a couple of those councilors lads, and had to smooth the situation over. Grimm sieging us and all that tripe," he added. "We're not moving unless we get paid, and they don't want to pay since they gather we'll eventually get bored and move out to clear them out on our own."
"Are you really playing a game of chicken with the Grimm siege dangling in front of the population of Vacuo?" I asked in disbelief, only to receive a curt nod in reply.
"The more they sit on their asses, the more commerce stalls, the more money we can ask to settle the issue," Professor Rumpole mused. "It's a gold mine."
"In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity," Gorm remarked, "But even so-isn't it a bit too dangerous?"
Professor Rumpole glanced at him, "Not that much. Vacuo's defenses and its people are tough. Any frontal assault by the Grimm would be suicide. This is no different than the usual Grimm migration. In my long life, I lived through a couple. The SDC usually caves in after the six month mark, and pays us triple the usual rates to clear the train tracks. Though they're under new management," he looked at me, "So maybe the real question would be why you aren't offering the triple rate already, Mister Schnee."
"Don't look at me, I'm not the one in charge," I answered with a faint shrug of my all. "It's pretty much in my mother's hands, and...and I have no idea what she's thinking of doing, or if she's even going to do anything. Probably the investors are busy fighting each other for more control over the company," I shook my head. "Incredible how money makes people forget there are literal baby-eating monsters out of the door clawing at us."
Rumpole snickered, "We eat baby-eating monsters for breakfast, lad," he said with a grin. "But I guess the cold air of Atlas did you lot good, there's purpose in your strides now. Pity I couldn't see how well you trained, but you ain't gotten soft on us now, have you?"
"Not by a long shot," Zhelty hummed, "But we're on a strict timetable anyway. When's the headmistress planning on coming back?"
"Should be here by nightfall," Rumpole huffed, "Unless they keep nagging. Then again, if they keep nagging, they can at least pick up a weapon and fight."
"Hear hear," another familiar voice echoed from the office's door. "I knew I heard a familiar voice complaining."
Professor Durden stepped inside, placing a hand against the edge of the doorway. "If it isn't my favorite punching bag! How are things going in Atlas? Cold made you soft?"
"No sir," I answered with a grin, calmly removing my right gauntlet and handing it over to Chez, who grabbed it with a puzzled look on her face.
Then my right fist met professor Durden's right fist, and the impact made the very air tremble.
I gritted my teeth, and he hissed.
Then I moved the fist back just like he did, and we slammed them against one another again.
And again.
And again.
"Good," Professor Durden grunted, "Fresh meat?" he asked next, glancing at team Juniper.
"I've taught them a little bit, but we were in a hurry," I answered with a grin as I recovered my gauntlet. "We were supposed to meet with headmistress Gale but she'll be here by nightfall. So...we've got the rest of the afternoon free."
"Then you know what that means, don't you, brat?" Professor Durden said, a familiar, heartwarming smile on his face.
Somehow, I heard the whimpers from everyone else in the room. I couldn't understand why they felt that way. Professor Durden's smile was that of kindness.
One day, I hoped to smile as kindly as he did.
"We can do some extra training-"
Somebody girlishly screamed behind me. Professor Rumpole rolled his eyes and huffed, muttering about the youngsters these days, but Jaune was pretty much hugging vicariously Pyrrha, as if the girl would protect him from all harm. Pyrrha was actually grinning smugly like the cat that got the canary instead.
To each their own.
By nightfall, we would claim the Blade of Destruction...
...and by dawn, Vacuo would be no more.
Team JNPR had never been in the desert, and knew nothing of the delicious Vacuo spice that would fill their every living moment, and even find its way within their mouths in the middle of the night. But they'd learn to enjoy the taste of sand, for sand was everywhere and within everyone.
Also, there wouldn't be any showers for the duration of the trek, thus they'd come to learn an all new meaning to the word 'stink'. It was fine, however. They'd get used to it. They were already getting used to it. There was grace in everyone's movements now. Even Jaune had caught up, perhaps because I had been a bit harder on the boy to let him catch up to the others, but his improvements were the most remarkable.
Then again, he had started from zero, and now there he was, fighting side by side with Pyrrha against half a dozen snarling Beowolves.
The Grimm presence in Vacuo had noticeably increased. We waddled through the sands, took turns sleeping during the cold nights, and slid through some of the most problematic encounters ever known to man.
And finally, finally we saw our objective standing pristine-like there past the last dunes.
"Vacuo, oh Vacuo," I hummed, "We've made it, people! We're at the last stretch!"
"Sand for the sand gods! Heat for the heat throne!" Chez excitedly added, winking in my direction before Zhelty's hand met her head, and then sighed and let it be.
"Food. Water. Money!" Gorm finished amiably.
"Grimm," Pyrrha said, her weapon in rifle form, and her eyes through the rifle's sights. "A lot of them. They're prowling."
"Gathering near the city but not attacking," Ren said next, "They must all be older."
"Which means there's something being planned by our enemy," I mused, sighing. "We'll have to make for the city's gates. They'll probably rope us into killing a couple dozens without pay, citing that it would be too dangerous to open up otherwise, so let's just avoid the hassle and go on a cleansing spree."
"Charity work?" Gorm asked, blinking as if he had been served an incredibly bitter tonic. He sighed. "At least let's ask for the tax deductions."
"I don't know whether to be impressed or scared that Gorm's pretty much taken to the financial matters like a fish to the water or a bird to the sky," Zhelty mused with a chuckle, before cracking her neck. "I did want to try the Sunsizzle's Battle Mode once more. This time no pesky Goliath is going to break my precious babies!"
"Aren't there too many of them to fight head-on?" Jaune asked instead, calm and level-headed as he gazed at the teeming masses. More than a few had turned their heads to stare at our group. A couple of Nevermores cawed up in the air too.
"You haven't realized, have you?" I mused as I glanced at him. "Why do you think they didn't come for us? They know we're here. They knew we were coming. Yet, they haven't charged us. Why do you think that is?"
Jaune furrowed his brows, and inclined his head to the side. "They...they want us to go to them?"
I shrugged, "Maybe," I acquiesced, "Or maybe they can feel it."
"Feel what?" Ren asked.
I grinned, "That we aren't afraid of them," I said with a chuckle escaping my lips, "And if four brave huntsmen aren't afraid of so many Grimm, then, of course..." I glanced at the masses that were growling and snarling, hissing and clawing at the ground, "They need to ask themselves a very important question."
Zhelty brought her left arm in front of her, and began to tap away some commands as the motorbikes fizzled and transformed, uniting together and becoming a larger, humanoid frame.
Chez' Alice began to rev, the rumbling echoing and growing in intensity.
"Are we mad," I said. "Or are we strong?"
Gorm whistled, and then quietly began to make Archimedes spin by his side.
"The first minutes will decide it," I continued, even as Zhelty jumped on my extended hand to then reach the center of the Sunsizzle's battle form, strapping herself to the makeshift cockpit. "So fight like there is no tomorrow! Howl your desires and let your dreams guide you!" I laughed as I said that.
I flexed my legs, and spread my wings.
Literally.
Wings of pure white interwoven with light blue shone from my back, the partial summoning of a Nevermore's own wings. "Let no blade stay dry! No shield without a dent!"
The Sunsizzle Z's engine roared, its chainsaw on its right hand and its large flamethrower on the left rumbling as it readied itself to charge forth, Zhelty within and in full command.
"Who wants to live forever!?" I bellowed, before flying upwards, straight into the flock of Sphinxes that had been eyeing us like succulent prey. Yet, we were prey no longer.
Down below, I could hear the Sunsizzle run forward. I could hear the sound of flames, and explosions. The gunshots in the air, and the ripple of the winds. Up in the skies, I landed on a small shimmering Glyph as my wings disappeared. The closest Sphinx blinked at my sight, and I smiled at it before digging my bladed wrist into its neck, the tough skin shattering under the aura-enhanced strength, the Grimm itself falling towards the ground as it turned into ashes.
I spun off the back of a swooping Sphinx, hopped on the head of another, and slammed my heel into the back of a third, whose back shattered upon impact, its body slamming into the sands below with a resounding strike.
"This is Vacuo airspace, and you are not cleared to fly overhead," I chuckled as I said that, standing in wait as the rest of the flock gathered, and determined its chances. They chose wisely, and flew away.
A few younger ones didn't choose wisdom, and died as quickly as they got within range of my fists. It was how things went, and how things should always be.
Down below, I could see the battle pretty much at an end. The majority of the Grimm had preferred to move away from the site of the battle, perhaps ordered to gather, but not to fight back in order to maintain one's strength. Whatever the reason, the Sunsizzle's chainsaw was deep into the armored plate of a Deathstalker, the golden pincer held by the other hand's metallic claws, flames roasting it at the same time.
Gorm's Archimedes was slammed viciously on the side of an Ursa, the chains twirled around the Grimm's neck as the man rode the Grimm into battle against its fellow monsters, firing off from the rifle part of his weapon.
Chez was the hardest to pin down. She disappeared and reappeared without actual concerns for physics, or the laws that governed a human body's ability to bend or move. Her passage was instead quite visible on the ground, for it was marked by the sand turning to glass due to the heat of her weapon, and the gory messes that her chainsaw did on the unfortunate Grimm she ended up against.
Team Juniper was valiantly fighting too, their own huntsmen clearing without trouble their own hordes and pulling their weight in the battle. By the time the area near the gates cleared, the guys atop had little choice but to let us in. Not that they had a choice on the matter when I amiably hopped down in front of them, smiling just like I knew they'd like it.
Stepping inside Vacuo was like a breath of nostalgia hitting me with the strength of a warhammer. The people around went about their businesses with a bit of a nervous step to them, but they were mostly uncaring of the whole Grimm situation. As we marched in, a few caravan leaders took the cue to step out and make a beeline for the temporary clearing on the siege of sorts, while a couple more would attempt the same a few hours later, just to give the early starters a chance to pull a few Grimm on their tails.
We trudged towards Haven academy with purpose in our strides, determination in our eyes, and-
"What do you mean Headmistress Gale isn't here?" I asked, wary all of a sudden.
"That she isn't here, lad," Professor Rumpole replied, shrugging as his eyes glanced to our assembled teams. "She got into a bit of a spat with a couple of those councilors lads, and had to smooth the situation over. Grimm sieging us and all that tripe," he added. "We're not moving unless we get paid, and they don't want to pay since they gather we'll eventually get bored and move out to clear them out on our own."
"Are you really playing a game of chicken with the Grimm siege dangling in front of the population of Vacuo?" I asked in disbelief, only to receive a curt nod in reply.
"The more they sit on their asses, the more commerce stalls, the more money we can ask to settle the issue," Professor Rumpole mused. "It's a gold mine."
"In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity," Gorm remarked, "But even so-isn't it a bit too dangerous?"
Professor Rumpole glanced at him, "Not that much. Vacuo's defenses and its people are tough. Any frontal assault by the Grimm would be suicide. This is no different than the usual Grimm migration. In my long life, I lived through a couple. The SDC usually caves in after the six month mark, and pays us triple the usual rates to clear the train tracks. Though they're under new management," he looked at me, "So maybe the real question would be why you aren't offering the triple rate already, Mister Schnee."
"Don't look at me, I'm not the one in charge," I answered with a faint shrug of my all. "It's pretty much in my mother's hands, and...and I have no idea what she's thinking of doing, or if she's even going to do anything. Probably the investors are busy fighting each other for more control over the company," I shook my head. "Incredible how money makes people forget there are literal baby-eating monsters out of the door clawing at us."
Rumpole snickered, "We eat baby-eating monsters for breakfast, lad," he said with a grin. "But I guess the cold air of Atlas did you lot good, there's purpose in your strides now. Pity I couldn't see how well you trained, but you ain't gotten soft on us now, have you?"
"Not by a long shot," Zhelty hummed, "But we're on a strict timetable anyway. When's the headmistress planning on coming back?"
"Should be here by nightfall," Rumpole huffed, "Unless they keep nagging. Then again, if they keep nagging, they can at least pick up a weapon and fight."
"Hear hear," another familiar voice echoed from the office's door. "I knew I heard a familiar voice complaining."
Professor Durden stepped inside, placing a hand against the edge of the doorway. "If it isn't my favorite punching bag! How are things going in Atlas? Cold made you soft?"
"No sir," I answered with a grin, calmly removing my right gauntlet and handing it over to Chez, who grabbed it with a puzzled look on her face.
Then my right fist met professor Durden's right fist, and the impact made the very air tremble.
I gritted my teeth, and he hissed.
Then I moved the fist back just like he did, and we slammed them against one another again.
And again.
And again.
"Good," Professor Durden grunted, "Fresh meat?" he asked next, glancing at team Juniper.
"I've taught them a little bit, but we were in a hurry," I answered with a grin as I recovered my gauntlet. "We were supposed to meet with headmistress Gale but she'll be here by nightfall. So...we've got the rest of the afternoon free."
"Then you know what that means, don't you, brat?" Professor Durden said, a familiar, heartwarming smile on his face.
Somehow, I heard the whimpers from everyone else in the room. I couldn't understand why they felt that way. Professor Durden's smile was that of kindness.
One day, I hoped to smile as kindly as he did.
"We can do some extra training-"
Somebody girlishly screamed behind me. Professor Rumpole rolled his eyes and huffed, muttering about the youngsters these days, but Jaune was pretty much hugging vicariously Pyrrha, as if the girl would protect him from all harm. Pyrrha was actually grinning smugly like the cat that got the canary instead.
To each their own.
By nightfall, we would claim the Blade of Destruction...
...and by dawn, Vacuo would be no more.
- Location
- Australia
Maybe it's because their in the desert but Wren's reaction to all of this reminds me of Alexander from Fate. Now he just needs a large army and charge right into the Grimn.
He's got most of the powers anyway being able to summon minions, a vehicle, great friends, etc. I'm seeing Jaune as his Waver right now.
He's got most of the powers anyway being able to summon minions, a vehicle, great friends, etc. I'm seeing Jaune as his Waver right now.
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I swear we cannot leave Mediterraneans in the desert without them getting Global Conquest in their heads.
- Location
- Australia
Well... we are still shipping everyone one way or the other but to answer your question. Spoilers.
He proposed to both his teammates.
Bahahahaha he really did break you
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven
Headmistress Gale was surly as ever, but even more so when she brought us to the very top of Shade Academy, the last floor of the Ziggurat-like construction overlooking the entirety of Vacuo and the desert that surrounded the city. The last floor was like a lost paradise on earth. A source of water poured into a small lake, and exotic animals fluttered about, while lush verdant greens cast shadows to keep the blazing sun and heat away.
It was like stepping into another world.
It was a trip to the past, to what Vacuo had once been, and now would perhaps never be again.
"I was young when I first met Ozpin," the Headmistress mused as she looked at us, chaperoning us. "I've never doubted him my entire life, but even so-there are more experienced huntsmen out there than you sorry lot."
"Probably," I acquiesced with a nod, "But we're the ones who'll do things right."
The Headmistress didn't deign to reply to that. She stopped in front of a pair of palm trees, intertwined between themselves. With the delicate touch of her right hand, the palms began to shiver, and then split apart. In-between them, a golden door appeared. Her hand glided over it, and with a quiet hiss, the doors slid open.
It was a jungle within.
It was a jungle, and within it stood an old-looking stone altar, within which a blade with a golden hilt had been buried. Around the altar, the plants grew lush and rich. Even so, we neared it.
"The blade can't be sheathed normally," the Headmistress remarked. "And once you remove it, the Grimm will know."
"We'll need to have a Bullhead prepped," I mused, "Zhelty?"
"I'll get the Sunsizzles ready," she answered, before hurrying off.
"We'll need supplies, Chez, liberate them from the school's quartermaster," I said next, and Chez grinned before disappearing with a wink.
Team Juniper hadn't come with us, but they were with Professor Durden who wanted to see how well I had taught them. I was sure he'd probably tell me I did a poor job, and then train me extra hard in turn. It was a pity I wouldn't be able to participate in that kind of training, since we had to leave as soon as possible.
"I have other business to attend to, so just take the Relic when you're ready to leave, brats," the Headmistress mused. "We'll clear the Grimm out of the city in the meantime, those hardheaded Council folks caved in."
She grinned as she said that, just like a shark would, and then walked away with her red shoes clacking at each step.
Gorm glanced at the blade. "Should you do the honors?"
"I'm more of a Merlin than an Arthur," I replied with a chuckle of my own, "Legends and myths, reality and tales, what tangled webs are woven within the fabric of reality," I said with a dreadful sigh as I neared the golden hilt. "I remember the blade."
My voice was gentle, but steel hued the words. "I remember it vividly, as if I had been there myself. My ancestor was. The King of Atlas was. I saw the blade cut through Aura, steel, and flesh as if they were naught but butter," I grimaced, "Wet paper, and the blood that spewed out was all the blood that a body could ever hold," I shook my head, the thoughts coming unbidden. "I lost my greatest warriors. My fellow Kringles-it did not matter the might of our Semblance, or the strength of our arms. No blade escaped unscathed its edge, no heart kept beating after the smallest of cuts."
I stared at the blade's edge, my fingers tightening in a fist. "I cursed the blade with all of my breath, and secretly wished it had been mine to wield. The whole world, within my grasp-" I neared my fingers to its edge. "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts even more."
I shook my head. "I shouldn't be trusted with this power," I snickered. "So yes, Gorm, pick the blade and sheathe it in winds, and keep it. When all of this is over, it will be destroyed like the rest. For that is the destiny of all that the Gods gifted us; their inevitable destruction, to truly free us from their shackles and wills."
I heard Gorm near and come to a halt by my side. "You don't think the Gods are going to take offense to that?"
I glanced back at him. "If they wish to make a complain, they can submit the proper form to your office."
Gorm snickered at that, "If I die, I'll tell them that then."
Thus there we stood in comfortable silence side by side. We waited, for sometimes life is merely a matter of waiting while being quiet. A cool breeze reached us, and within seconds a familiar weight nestled on my back.
"Supplies loaded on the Sunsizzle, and Zhelty is ready for liftoff," Chez said, reappearing with her arms crossed around my neck.
I turned towards Gorm, and gave him a slow nod. He neared the golden hilt, and grasped it. "Here goes nothing," Gorm whispered.
Then he pulled, and the blade came out.
The moment it did, the plants around us died. All of them withered, and nothing but dried, caked ground remained as they rotted down to sheer nothingness.
Winds gathered around the blade itself, a sheathe of air that made it possible for Gorm to carry the weapon that could slice through any other sheathe.
"I'll need to remember not to go to sleep with it at my belt," he grumbled with a chuckle as we stepped outside, the golden door shattering behind us like shards of glass.
There was a roar in the far off distance.
The sound of battle. The snarls of the Grimm and the cawing of the Nevermores and Sphinxes. And through it all, a large column of fire sprouted into the dead center of the gates of Vacuo and melted them off their hinges.
Standing there atop the Sunsizzles, who were floating with lines of Gravity Dust shining through their frames, Zhelty looked back at the carnage that was being wrought and grimaced. Team Juniper was with her, and all looked green on their faces.
Zhelty then looked straight at me. "We can't...we can't help them here, can we?"
I shook my head in turn, bitterness creeping in my throat.
"Then...then so be it," Zhelty acquiesced, her shoulders trembling ever so slightly. "We need to go."
She was leaving her father behind to die.
How could I ask her that?
How could we not? To stay would be pointless. It would put everything at risk. By leaving-
"Go on ahead," I said.
Three heads snapped towards me, and I simply chuckled. "I promise I'll catch up. I need to tell our guest that she's invited to a meeting in Vale, after all."
"Wren-" Chez swallowed, her hands tightening the grip on my neck. "We still-we still need to-"
I gently pried her hands open. "Go," I said. "I'll find you. Don't stop for anything, or anyone."
"You don't have to-" Zhelty stammered, but I simply shook my head again.
"I'm coming too," Jaune said, stepping down from the Sunsizzle, shield and sword in hand. Nora sighed, and then looked at Ren. Ren quietly disembarked, and Nora thus followed swiftly, a small smile on her own lips.
"Jaune!" Pyrrha exclaimed, "Everyone-If you're-"
"You're needed to open the door to the relic of choice in Vale," I said, looking straight at her. "I'll make sure they're all safe. We'll swap teammates just for a while," I winked. "See you in Vale."
"You better not be late," Gorm said.
I laughed at that, and then stood near the edge of the Ziggurat, glancing at the pillar of flames and fire that was literally opening a crevice through the city of Vacuo.
"I'm going there, but that's my fight," I said, glancing at the rest of team Juniper, if lacking Pyrrha.
Behind me, the engines of the Sunsizzles rumbled, attached together as their rocket engines were, after all, Bullhead ones. Four at that, so the speed of the Mechashifted contraption would be even faster than the norm.
"We'll help around the city then," Jaune acquiesced. He looked around. "They're pouring in through the gates-if we can stem that flow..."
"Then coordinate with the other huntsmen from Vacuo. I have a meeting that I've put off for long enough," I swallowed my nervousness to the bottom of my stomach, and then flexed my legs.
It was a leap of faith...
...but what's the point of being a hero, if you run away from the hard battles?
Headmistress Gale was surly as ever, but even more so when she brought us to the very top of Shade Academy, the last floor of the Ziggurat-like construction overlooking the entirety of Vacuo and the desert that surrounded the city. The last floor was like a lost paradise on earth. A source of water poured into a small lake, and exotic animals fluttered about, while lush verdant greens cast shadows to keep the blazing sun and heat away.
It was like stepping into another world.
It was a trip to the past, to what Vacuo had once been, and now would perhaps never be again.
"I was young when I first met Ozpin," the Headmistress mused as she looked at us, chaperoning us. "I've never doubted him my entire life, but even so-there are more experienced huntsmen out there than you sorry lot."
"Probably," I acquiesced with a nod, "But we're the ones who'll do things right."
The Headmistress didn't deign to reply to that. She stopped in front of a pair of palm trees, intertwined between themselves. With the delicate touch of her right hand, the palms began to shiver, and then split apart. In-between them, a golden door appeared. Her hand glided over it, and with a quiet hiss, the doors slid open.
It was a jungle within.
It was a jungle, and within it stood an old-looking stone altar, within which a blade with a golden hilt had been buried. Around the altar, the plants grew lush and rich. Even so, we neared it.
"The blade can't be sheathed normally," the Headmistress remarked. "And once you remove it, the Grimm will know."
"We'll need to have a Bullhead prepped," I mused, "Zhelty?"
"I'll get the Sunsizzles ready," she answered, before hurrying off.
"We'll need supplies, Chez, liberate them from the school's quartermaster," I said next, and Chez grinned before disappearing with a wink.
Team Juniper hadn't come with us, but they were with Professor Durden who wanted to see how well I had taught them. I was sure he'd probably tell me I did a poor job, and then train me extra hard in turn. It was a pity I wouldn't be able to participate in that kind of training, since we had to leave as soon as possible.
"I have other business to attend to, so just take the Relic when you're ready to leave, brats," the Headmistress mused. "We'll clear the Grimm out of the city in the meantime, those hardheaded Council folks caved in."
She grinned as she said that, just like a shark would, and then walked away with her red shoes clacking at each step.
Gorm glanced at the blade. "Should you do the honors?"
"I'm more of a Merlin than an Arthur," I replied with a chuckle of my own, "Legends and myths, reality and tales, what tangled webs are woven within the fabric of reality," I said with a dreadful sigh as I neared the golden hilt. "I remember the blade."
My voice was gentle, but steel hued the words. "I remember it vividly, as if I had been there myself. My ancestor was. The King of Atlas was. I saw the blade cut through Aura, steel, and flesh as if they were naught but butter," I grimaced, "Wet paper, and the blood that spewed out was all the blood that a body could ever hold," I shook my head, the thoughts coming unbidden. "I lost my greatest warriors. My fellow Kringles-it did not matter the might of our Semblance, or the strength of our arms. No blade escaped unscathed its edge, no heart kept beating after the smallest of cuts."
I stared at the blade's edge, my fingers tightening in a fist. "I cursed the blade with all of my breath, and secretly wished it had been mine to wield. The whole world, within my grasp-" I neared my fingers to its edge. "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts even more."
I shook my head. "I shouldn't be trusted with this power," I snickered. "So yes, Gorm, pick the blade and sheathe it in winds, and keep it. When all of this is over, it will be destroyed like the rest. For that is the destiny of all that the Gods gifted us; their inevitable destruction, to truly free us from their shackles and wills."
I heard Gorm near and come to a halt by my side. "You don't think the Gods are going to take offense to that?"
I glanced back at him. "If they wish to make a complain, they can submit the proper form to your office."
Gorm snickered at that, "If I die, I'll tell them that then."
Thus there we stood in comfortable silence side by side. We waited, for sometimes life is merely a matter of waiting while being quiet. A cool breeze reached us, and within seconds a familiar weight nestled on my back.
"Supplies loaded on the Sunsizzle, and Zhelty is ready for liftoff," Chez said, reappearing with her arms crossed around my neck.
I turned towards Gorm, and gave him a slow nod. He neared the golden hilt, and grasped it. "Here goes nothing," Gorm whispered.
Then he pulled, and the blade came out.
The moment it did, the plants around us died. All of them withered, and nothing but dried, caked ground remained as they rotted down to sheer nothingness.
Winds gathered around the blade itself, a sheathe of air that made it possible for Gorm to carry the weapon that could slice through any other sheathe.
"I'll need to remember not to go to sleep with it at my belt," he grumbled with a chuckle as we stepped outside, the golden door shattering behind us like shards of glass.
There was a roar in the far off distance.
The sound of battle. The snarls of the Grimm and the cawing of the Nevermores and Sphinxes. And through it all, a large column of fire sprouted into the dead center of the gates of Vacuo and melted them off their hinges.
Standing there atop the Sunsizzles, who were floating with lines of Gravity Dust shining through their frames, Zhelty looked back at the carnage that was being wrought and grimaced. Team Juniper was with her, and all looked green on their faces.
Zhelty then looked straight at me. "We can't...we can't help them here, can we?"
I shook my head in turn, bitterness creeping in my throat.
"Then...then so be it," Zhelty acquiesced, her shoulders trembling ever so slightly. "We need to go."
She was leaving her father behind to die.
How could I ask her that?
How could we not? To stay would be pointless. It would put everything at risk. By leaving-
"Go on ahead," I said.
Three heads snapped towards me, and I simply chuckled. "I promise I'll catch up. I need to tell our guest that she's invited to a meeting in Vale, after all."
"Wren-" Chez swallowed, her hands tightening the grip on my neck. "We still-we still need to-"
I gently pried her hands open. "Go," I said. "I'll find you. Don't stop for anything, or anyone."
"You don't have to-" Zhelty stammered, but I simply shook my head again.
"I'm coming too," Jaune said, stepping down from the Sunsizzle, shield and sword in hand. Nora sighed, and then looked at Ren. Ren quietly disembarked, and Nora thus followed swiftly, a small smile on her own lips.
"Jaune!" Pyrrha exclaimed, "Everyone-If you're-"
"You're needed to open the door to the relic of choice in Vale," I said, looking straight at her. "I'll make sure they're all safe. We'll swap teammates just for a while," I winked. "See you in Vale."
"You better not be late," Gorm said.
I laughed at that, and then stood near the edge of the Ziggurat, glancing at the pillar of flames and fire that was literally opening a crevice through the city of Vacuo.
"I'm going there, but that's my fight," I said, glancing at the rest of team Juniper, if lacking Pyrrha.
Behind me, the engines of the Sunsizzles rumbled, attached together as their rocket engines were, after all, Bullhead ones. Four at that, so the speed of the Mechashifted contraption would be even faster than the norm.
"We'll help around the city then," Jaune acquiesced. He looked around. "They're pouring in through the gates-if we can stem that flow..."
"Then coordinate with the other huntsmen from Vacuo. I have a meeting that I've put off for long enough," I swallowed my nervousness to the bottom of my stomach, and then flexed my legs.
It was a leap of faith...
...but what's the point of being a hero, if you run away from the hard battles?
- Location
- Argentina
*Eagle screams in the background*
Shade i swear if you don't make an Assassin's Creed SI after the Wren saga is complete I'll go to Italy to find you.
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- Location
- Portugal
You got played, Shade is in Germania.
He has that Borgia one in his writing corner.