AN- I'M ALIVE! XD So in all seriousness, where have I been for the past 2 months? I had to set writting on the backburner to due to a scare one of my dogs gave us. Good news, he's fine. Then my Dad decided that he wanted spend some time in the hospital and gashed his leg open, almost bleeding out. I took care of him for a while until he could walk better and recently he has returned to work. so thats my story so far I hope you guys are doing good.
Anyways I got a new story lined up. This came to me while rewatching RWBY. I'm excited for and I hope new and older readers will be too. with that out of the way, RWBY is owned by RosterTeeth and Monty Oum (R.I.P.) I only own my OC's. Without further adieu, enjoy. Peace ~ Deva
Silver
"New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings." - Lao Tzu
"You've been awfully quiet, Silber Lunom. So, let's start from the beginning. Where were you two hours ago?", a middle aged male voice asked.
"Two hours ago, I was in the city of Vale." a younger male voice responded.
"And what were you doing there?"
"Just talking with some friends."
Two Hours earlier. City of Vale.
It was a silent and peaceful night in the city of Vale with the scattered moon shining its light down on the city. The various people made their way down the many alleys and streets. Shop owners were closing down and headed homeward bound, while many others' night was just starting.
A large boom resounds throughout the city breaking the silence of the night, catching everyone's attention. At the source, a man in an expensive black suit and hat with a red pair of shades was laying on the ground, letting a low groan out from being sent through a wall.
"I thought your gang was big and bad? Don't tell me you're tapping out from only a love tap?"
The voice, that of a teenage boy, came from the hole as smoke billowed out. The voice held a cocky tone.
"If you are, I hate to tell ya, but we're just starting the fun and I have a lot more party tricks to show you."
A gray boot stepped out of the crater as the man's assailant revealed himself. A teen had a sleeveless black jacket with rips along it, with the hood on, and denim jeans. On his face, tinted black squared off glasses with the bottom portion covered by a mouth guard.
What stuck out the most, and what had the suited man looking for a way out, was the pair of gauntlets on his forearm. They were mostly a dull silver color with some dull white lights peaking through the gauntlets' armor. They start at his elbow and went to his all the way to his wrist.
The armor got to it's widest and thickest just a little past the middle of his forearm and went back down at a more gradual slant than the back half of the gauntlets.
"Now, are you going to tell me where your boss is or do you want me to start getting creative?" The teen threatened, stepping over the man, who was frantically trying to crawl up the wall to get away."
"You know who I answer to! And you know what happens to those who snitch him out!."
The hooded teen grabs the man and roughly spun him around to face him. He started to whimper as he faced the emotionless mask of the teen. "Shhhhh. He's not here and not the one you should be afraid of. I believe both of those apply to me."
The gauntlets end gained a whitish glow and let out a low hum while the man started squirming in his grip. His teeth started chattering fearfully.
"Now, I'm gonna ask once more. Where. Is. Roman. Torchwick."
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the man in the suit gave in and squealed.
"He took some guys with him to go hit another dust shop! Uh-uh I think the pl-place was called Fr-From Dust Till Dawn!"
The teen let his grip go making the guy drop back to the ground shaking slightly.
"Thanks for your cooperation, sir. You have a nice night and don't worry the shakes will go away… eventually."
The masked teen turned and walked out of the alley with his new destination determined, leaving the man the lay on the dingy ground as the man shook from his encounter. The teen on the other slipped on a pair of beat-up gray headphones and whistled along to a tune as he turned on the corner of the street
Present time.
"The fine gentlemen at the Vale Police Department found that man in the alley. His arms were both broken. They also found a couple of his cohorts after investigating the three large holes in that commercial building. You did quite the damage, young man." The older voice chastised, "The owners of that building are now forced to the demolish it and rebuild it.
"Come on, man. I didn't even hit the guy hard, besides that building was old it was coming down anyway." Retorted the younger male.
"Citizens two blocks away felt the tremors from your little scuffle. Imagine the investigators' surprise when the report came back from the hospital that your "sparing partner"," The older man's used the words loosely, "arms weren't broken from blunt force but were quite literally vibrated until they shattered. The list of injuries that his comrades suffered are extensive as well among them being; a broken jaw, fractured back, five ribs broken along with their sternum, and the list goes on"
"Not my fault they couldn't take a small love tap." muttered the teen.
"Ahem," a third person, clearly a female by her voice, clears her voice, "Young man, the hits delivered to those men and the others you encountered could not be deemed "love taps"."
"Trust me, those hits might have been hard to them but was barely anything close to how hard I can hit."
"Now now, let's return our attention back to how we got to this moment in time." The middle aged man directed.
Two Hours Earlier.
From Dust Till Dawn was well known for being a quaint little dust shop with a modest owner, but right now it's the site of a yet another in a string of dust store robberies by one, Roman Torchwick. Roman fancied himself as a criminal mastermind. He pulls off all these dust store robberies and the fools that call themselves "cops" haven't been able to catch up to him yet. Everything was going to plan.
So imagine his surprise when during one of his routine robberies, everything comes to a screeching halt because one of his henchmen gets sent flying… by a teenage girl that doesn't even look past the age of 15. The girl proceeds to send her self and another henchman crashing through the shop's window onto the street.
The girl picked herself up and dusted her red cloak off, before reaching onto her back pulling a what at first looks to be a black and red jagged box. Until said box unfolded into a scythe that easily towered over her. The girl twirls it around with a smirk on her face before striking it into the ground, the motion causing her blackish red hair to shift gently in front of her silver eyes.
"Okayyy..." Torchwick turns to his remaining goons with a tone of ire. "Get her!"
The henchmen piled out of the shop and run at the girl, who spun around on top of her scythe, kicking the unlucky first criminal to get near her in the face. She dislodged the scythe out of the ground and fires it off sending her speeding to hit another with the butt end of her weapon.
She fired again and brought the side crashing down on one attacker, dodging the next's gunfire with the speed of the built in rifle of her scythe, getting close enough to knock him into the air and follow him upwards delivering a final hit to send him crashing down to Roman's feet. Consider his fine night officially ruined.
"You guys were worth every cent. Truly, you were."Hearing the police sirens, he drops his cigar and crushed it under his can before turning back to the red nuisance. "Well, Red, I think we can all say its been an eventful night, and as much as I'd love to stick around..."
Roman raises his cane, aiming it at the girl and with a soft click the end of his cane pops open revealing a cross grid and barrel, "...I'm afraid this is where we part ways."
Roman's finger barely touches the trigger before he and the cloaked girl hear a rumble before a white shock wave obliterates the spot Roman is stand, the explosion causes the windows of From Dust Till Dawn to shatter.
"What the?" The girl looks to left to see a masked person with a raised gauntlet down the street. Roman gets up, dusting his suit, "Well, now that wasn't nice getting my coat all dusty."
The masked person walks closer, growling out, "Roman Torchwick, me and you are gonna have words."
The black hair girl shoots a shocked look hearing the masked person's voice sound like a teen boy's.
Roman scoffed at the other teen, "Sorry kiddies, but babysitting isn't in my job description. Ciao."
He picks his cane back up, aiming it at the two teens and unleashes a red blast. The girl fires at the ground and leaps over it with ease, while the teen uses the waves from his gauntlet to jump him over to the spot Roman was last at. Landing back down with a mild thud, The teen in the black jacket looks frantically for the criminal, "Where'd he go!"
The girl looks over to see he's climbing up a ladder on a nearby building. "There he is!"
With his target back in his sights, the masked teen ditches the girl and leap after the dust robber. The cloaked girl turns to the onlooking shopkeeper, "You okay if I go after him?"
The elderly shopkeeper gives a short "Uh huh." and the girl sets off to join the fray.
Roman makes it to the roof as a soft rumble signifies that he's no longer alone as he stands at the other end of the rooftop. The masked teen stands behind him with a gauntlet raised ready to fire another blast at the criminal.
"I told you, Rommie. Me and you are gonna have words, whether you want to or not isn't gonna be your choice." The two have a short stare down, before the scythe girl leaps onto the building with a shout, "Hey! Oh… you two are still here."
The hooded teen cocked his head at her almost saying "Really?"
Roman snorts, "Persistent..."
The two teens ready themselves to fight the runaway criminal, but a getaway bullhead rises on other side of the building. Roman jumps in the moment the hatch is let down, he turns around holding a red Dust gem, "End of the line, Kiddies"
He throws it at their feet and fires at them, resulting in a large explosion. Torchwick let out a wicked laugh, "Whoa-ho-ho-ho!" only to stop when he saw something still on the roof, even after the eruption from the Dust crystal.
Standing in front of the teens, a light blonde older woman wearing ovular glasses, a purple cape that ended in curled arrows, and a stylized tiara symbol on the cape's back. In front of her, an intricate purple magic circle that defended the three from the blast. The two look on as the new arrival waves at looks to be… a riding crop like a wand and summons several streaks of purple to attack the craft, shaking it violently.
Roman is thrown around until he stumbles to the cockpit, where a woman in red, her face unseen, is struggling with the controls to steady the ship
"We got a Huntress!"
The woman gets up silently and heads toward the back as Torchwick takes control of the craft. The moment that Silber saw the amber orbs shine from the cargo hold, a sharp chill crawled it's way up his spine as his body refused to move. It was them. The person that killed him. The teens' savior's crop glowed purple for a brief moment and shot another blast above the craft, creating a dark storm-cloud right over the jet in the process.
From the pilot's seat, Roman watches the sky darken above letting out mumbled "The hell.."
With a flick of her weapon, large serrated hail starts falling on the jet, pummeling it, and even breaking through the cockpit window, missing Roman's head by a razor's edge. In response, the woman in red reaches back as her arms and chest shine brightly like their on fire, aiming the burst at the third interloper of the night.
The bespectacled woman blocks it with relative ease, but the fire splatters behind her and with the enemy's raised hand, almost willing that the fire burns hotter. The blonde woman back-flips out of the explosions path as it destroys part of the roof, and magically gather the shards to create a large arrow, immediately forcing it to hit the craft.
The fiery woman destroys the arrow with several blasts, only for it to reform just in time to hit the side of the jet, thanks to Roman's quick aerial lean. The wreckage separates and shifts into more arrows to continue it's assault on the bullhead, but the fire woman summons several glowing rings around herself that expand and destroys the jagged shards.
The red cloaked girl, finally acting, reverts her scythe into a rifle form to fire at the woman, who blocks each shot easily and creates several scorching circles around her three opponents. The older woman telekinetically pushes the two younger fighters and rolls herself out of the explosion's radius; looking up to see the hatch shut and the bull head fly away.
"No, no, no, no!" screamed the masked teen picking himself up and readies his gauntlets before firing off wave after wave at the fleeing ship.
"Young man, calm yourself." The savior called sternly making the teen turn to her with a hidden glare as the black haired girl admired the older woman.
"You're a Huntress!" She had a pleading, awe-stricken face on, "Can I have your autograph?!"
Present Time.
"And you know the rest." The teen concluded.
Picking up his cup of tea and taking a sip, Professor Ozpin reviewed the information that was just presented to him from the young man in front of him. The youth in front of him, the masked boy that has been causing quite the problem for Roman Torchwick and his gang. Looking at him now though, It makes him wonder, how he could cause that much trouble for the criminal.
The boy himself looked worse for wear as he was garbed in something that could barely be considered a "hoodie" with all the rips and tears along the cloth's surface. His pants could be joined in that group as well as there were holes scattered along the pant's legs. The Professor also took note of the strong scent of ash exuding from his clothes
Neck length black hair that shift into a soft silver, kept his eyes out of sight but the professor already seen their color, a dark blue. His skin was also a pale color that seemed familiar to Ozpin.
"Young man," The white haired man finished his sip, "How old are you."
"15, sir." The hushed answer came immediately.
"Do you know who I am?"
"You're the headmaster of Beacon Academy, Professor Ozpin."
The silver haired man held a soft smile and shifted his gaze to the teens forearms where a pair of silver bracers located, "Tell me, how did you learn to do this?" Glynda Goodwitch stepped forward showing her scroll the teen to reveal footage of him fighting over the past few days.
"My Uncle taught me how to defend myself when I was younger. I made the gauntlet's a year and a half ago." The teen's voice quivered talking about his father.
The professor straightened his glass spectacles and turned to Glynda, who had a solemn look on her face. They both knew who this boy's uncle was, Geist Lunom, a comrade from their younger days.
He was killed 5 days ago, house burned down to nothing but a smoldering heap. His signature weapons, dual crossbow pistols that could shift into combat sai's were left broken, barely recognizable with the scratches and scorch marks.
"And on the subject of your gauntlets. I do believe I've never seen a pair of gauntlets quite as odd as yours." Ozpin returned his sights on Silber.
The boy raised his head looking the older man in the eyes, "Odd in the sense that I can't pull the look off or odd in the sense that they're the only weapon of it's kind to be designed to project high intensity vibrations into the air resulting in a shock-wave?"
Glynda had a small scowl at the immaturity the teen showed at the situation at hand. Ignoring the obvious sarcasm in the teen's voice, Ozpin was impressed with youth's knowledge. Geist wrote letters of his intelligence and even sending a copy of his transcript as a recommendation to be moved up from his entry level school and the events that transpired only confirmed it.
"What was the purpose you had in mind fighting these men for the past four days?" After the question was asked, the teen's posture turned rigid and tensed. A hushed silence fell over the room.
Ozpin pressed forward, "Was it perhaps for some to enact a form of vengeance against Roman Torchwick? A way to avenge your uncle?" each sentence only seemed to make the teen shudder.
"What do you think Geist would say if he was here and saw what you've been doing? Destroying things that people worked hard to build in a quest to kill Roman Torchwick?"
Silber slammed his fist down on the cold metal table, "Well, Uncle Geist isn't here!"
Ozpin wasn't surprised by the outburst, in fact he wanted him to do it. Tears fell as the teen continued his vent, "He's not here and I am! I could have done something, anything to help him. But he pushed me into the bunker and told me to not come out. I was a coward to listen to him and lost everything for it!"
He lets out a scream loosening a damn that was held by pain and anger as hot tears rolled down cheek. Ozpin and Glynda watched the scene silently understanding the teen's pain as he was bombarded with the emotions he had pushed away other than anger. They knew what it felt like knowing they could save someone but didn't.
The teen's weeping continued for a moment before slowly turning into sobs and hiccups. Glynda hands the grieving boy a handkerchief to wipe the tears from his red puffy eyes.
"Geist was a great friend and comrade. He made the decision to give his life in order for you to keep yours. He wouldn't have wanted you to spend yours hunting that man." Ozpin knew Geist held onto the belief that if you murdered a murdered that the amount of murderers in the world stayed the same, and that killing a person should only be done under last resort.
"Tell me what was the purpose of your training" Ozpin asked as the teen regained his composure somewhat back to normal.
"To become a Huntsman."
"Why?"
"I grew up being told stories of his adventures as a Huntsman and of many others. People that stood tall against the forces of the Grimm and to whoever else would harm the innocent. I wanted to be like him and help people. I wanted to attend your school when the time came, but I guess with all that happened with the minor damages I caused, that that's off the table?" The teen breathed out looking between the veteran Huntsman and Huntress.
Glynda rolled her eyes at his use of the word "minor". That couldn't begin to describe the chaos he brought with him. She turned to Ozpin and shared a knowing look with him. He was doing it again.
"Well, when you put it like that," Ozpin started firmly looking at Silber, "I guess I can allow it.'
"Wait, what?!" The teen almost fell out of his chair and had to do a double take. "You're joking."
Ozpin took another swig of tea from his mug, "I assure you, Mister Lunom, that I want you to attend my school. Your potential as a Huntsman is to great to simmer in some dusty cell and Geist shared my belief as well." He took a piece of a paper from his suit case and slid it over to the teen.
Silber instantly recognized the writing as his father's, it was a recommendation to attend Beacon. He looked at it wide eyed and open mouthed.
"I'll do it."
"I look forward to seeing you at initiation, Mister Lunom." Professor Ozpin extended his hand to the teen, who shook it gratefully.
"Yes, sir."
"There will be someone to get you into a warm bed to rest in for tomorrow and be ready to go shopping for some clothes as well." The silver haired man recommended, "Just wait at the reception for the moment."
The teen nodded and took his leave, the only two left in room being Professor Ozpin and Miss Goodwitch.
"You were surprisingly quiet, Glynda." Commented the headmaster.
"I was just taking in the facts of the conversation. The more important question is do you think he knows?"
"No, Geist never told him who his real family is, but I feel that the day is approaching soon. I know you noticed his hair and eyes as well."
"You don't think..." The caped woman questioned
"Yes, it seems she doesn't want to take any chances of them finding each other." Ozpin noted taking another long sip of tea, "But it seems to have done the opposite and brought them closer than they know. I'm interested in how it will all unfold."
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