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Twenty Six years after the 'Secret War of Deity's' as many have come to call it. In a large cottage with two stories and a basement in the middle of some woods in a uncharted location on remnant.
"Alright, that's enough you three. You lot need to get in bed, or else your mothers are going to kill me." A man with gray hair that has stark white highlights in it, his strong, handsome face was aged from years walking among the living.
A single ruby red eye stared at them, the other eye covered by a gray gauze, stared tiredly at three children, who were running around trying to catch one another, stopped at the the gravely voice of the old man and looked at him like they were waiting for him to tell a story.
After waiting for a minute they went back to running around. The first one, who is the oldest and female, has long gold hair that looked sun-kissed by Oum himself with big silver eyes and white skin that looked like she hadn't seen the sun for her seven or eight years on remnant. And much like her father a natural born leader. The second who was a young girl about five or six. "I keep forgetting how old they are." She has blue eyes with green hair laced with blonde streaks and tips with two fluffy green wolf ears with the same pattern as her hair growing from her head, but the ears weren't her main feature.
It was, in fact, the fang sticking out from her mouth on the right side of her mouth from under her upper lip, this often led to cutting her lip a lot, it was recommended many times by other people to get braces for the young pup but she would stamp her little foot down and shout at them that, and I quote, "It's my life and I don't want braces!" The memory reminded the old man that she was rebellious, even at such a young age. "Good thing the village her and her parents live in don't care if your faunus or human." The third was a boy the youngest coming around four... I think.. I don't care at this point, but his a absolute 'basket case' as most teenagers say these days or as I prefer, a boy genius. He wore half framed glasses, his hair was unlike his father's, who's hair is a bright aqua blue no matter how old he gets. "Lucky bastard, my hair oddly enough turned gray instead of staying pale white." The old man grumbles in his thoughts of his brothers luck. "I never was lucky to begin with..." The old man states to himself, shaking his head he looks back at the kids, manly the boy who has deep dark aqua blue hair and emerald eyes. He may get their ages wrong and forget how old they are, forget when their birth days are.
But one thing for each of them he will never forget is their names.
The oldest her name is, Xantha, ha, fitting for a leader, they all need to be brave... Yellow the color of courage in Vale.
The second oldest, Ivy, beautiful just like the plant... green like a lush forest lace with ashen roses.
The youngest, Indigo, like a deep shade of the sky... Blue like the peaceful ocean, when there isn't a hydra in it at least.
Shaking his heads at his two nieces and only nephew. "Alright, I'll tell you a story. If you get into your pajamas, brush your teeth and get in bed. I'll be waiting." Not even giving them a chance to respond to the quick confession, the old man started walking towards the stairs.
All three of the children charge up stairs cutting the old man of from walking up said stairs, shaking his head a again with a small smile on his aged and tired face and closing a single eye, before looking back up the stairs, resting his right hand on the railing of the lacquered red box and continuing his path.
After walking up the staircase, the old man turns right and passes two doors before stopping at the third door which had a small silver plate on it, it said, "Xantha, Ivy and Indigo." Shaking his head at the silver engraved plate, he grabs the gold knob, turns it and steps inside look at the room it had toys here and there felled with lots colors for the children and three beds lined up with bean bags, cushions, pillows and other comfy things. Sitting in the middle of the room in a kneeling position by tucking his legs under his lower body and resting his butt on the calves of his legs, and waits for his nephews.
Four minutes later the door behind him bursts open not even flinching at the sudden bang, or at the three gusts of wind that blow by him flicking his gray hair forward, he opens his remaining eye and looks at the kids waiting for him to take a sit in the middle of them before standing from his sitting position and walking forward and sitting down with the three children resting at his sides as he starts by taking a deep breath. "A long time ago, twenty six years to be exact, there were four hunters who just wanted to go home, but got side tracked by a secret war..."
Act I.
Chapter I, Dreams.
Three Days before the 'Fall of Beacon'.
Beacon Tower.
A group of four that were about to dragged into Ozpin and Salem's secret war. Ozpin intended to get four, two of which were still Beacon students, of the most power hunters he could find to fight in the secret war, they however turned Ozpin down to try and live their own lives. But due to the fact that they knew of the secret war. Ozpin was forced to have them locked up, they did not go as peacefully as he and other would have liked.
All four of the hunters fought back.
The Gold Armored Veteran Huntsman was the eldest and the second strongest. Through his strength and superior leadership that put General Ironwood's leadership to shame they escaped, whom was striking at the Atlas General with his 96inch/8'f great-sword, using his strength he was able to swing the oversized sword quicker then most with a weapon Similar to his, swinging and using his heavy weight caused by the 16 cm thick canine like chest plate, that was very durable and once again unlike most other armors out there, allowing him to swing even quicker then Qrow could with Harbinger.
The Blue Clothed First Year Huntsman-in-training was the third strongest of the four. With his expert computer skills he hacked Beacon's defense systems unlocking the security doors that were stopping them from leaving, all while defending him self and his siblings by making pot shots with his rifle for his loved ones and the broad sword for himself which was cleaving through the atlas trooper's armor like butter and injuring them but not killing them, he however had to let go of the laptop he carried around with him to protect himself the many hunters in the tower by using the extended form of his broad sword.
The Green Clothed Third Year Huntress-in-training was the forth strongest of the four. Her superior skills in speed and stealth made her the quickest knocking the ranged guards and hunters unconscious leaving three of the hunters unscathed from the gory battle that raged in Beacon's Tower.
The Gray Clothed Trigger wielder was the strongest of them all, although his was quick to rage, he struck down the deputy headmistress with a single blow. However missing a fatal blow due to having to dodge a strike from the headmaster and any other hunter in the tower of the 'Great Oz'.
Ozpin charged him and was struck in the head with the cold sheath of the Trigger wielder's sword, dazing Ozpin even with his Aura and most of his strength he was injured making his gaze blurry and fussy, the only thing Ozpin could feel was a warm sensation rolling down the side of his head which he knew even in his dazed state that it was blood. His own blood was rolling down the side of his head making him realize how powerful this seasoned hunter was. Ozpin was forced to watch as he cut down hunter after hunter staining the glass floor of the tower with their own blood making it wet and warm with fresh blood, the only one who scratched him was the schnee specialist, whose blade was caught by the now black scaled clawed hand that belonged to the Trigger wielder. His black sharp face terrified the specialist to no end, the fact she was watching him as he changed in to a unholy demon of death from a strike of crimson lightning struck down word cleaving off the offending arm of the schnee. She being shocked by such events fell forward leaving her open to impalement. However even an unholy creature knows when to spare a soul, the Triggered Hunter sheathed his blade of death with lightning speed in the scabbard grown from his scaly left arm, he gently layed her down to the blood socked glass while she was still encased in the shock of the lost feeling of her right limb, in her shocked gaze she looked at the black face of her butcher and the the emotionless black gaze he was giving her calmed her nerves and made her feel peace among-est the chaos after a few moments he layed her head down to the blood soaked glass floor staining her hair red from the crimson tide of blood, and the four of them left. Three uninjured one scratched, the hunter's in the tower? Dead nothing but mere corpses having their blood drained as they lay on the cold yet warm glass floor, Ozpin however could have sworn that he saw something happen to the defending hand of the Triggered Hunter, a white gleam coming from the hunter's hand. it looked almost like a gem, Ozpin shook his aching head. Which he regretted doing right after as the blow to his head had yet to completely recover making his head ach more then before.
Ozpin couldn't let them fall in to Salem's hands their to powerful as they are only going to continue to acquire more strength as that is how this world is outside walls.
Kill or be Killed. The strong survive, the weak die.
Ozpin must send out huntsmen and huntresses of all kinds to find them, that is what their names correct.
Hunters of both sexes, sizes and appearances, it's what their name is.
Ozpin must Hunt them down. Four of the strongest people on remnant, they stand far taller then the Maidens, however if they fall.
They will fall the longest of all.
Six months after the 'Argument' or 'Recruiting' gone horribly wrong and the 'Fall of Beacon'.
Somewhere between Vale and Mistral.
A small camp consisting of four sleeping bags, clothes, a couple back packs, a black and dust tan cloak.
The small camp seemed peaceful, that is if you didn't notice one of the sleeping bags, a deep lush green, russel-ling violently from it's occupant, having trouble finding the only escape from the real world.
Sleep that one way to escape the harsh, cruel world that is remnant.
Toss.
Turn.
Toss.
Turn.
The unzipped cover of the deep lush green sleeping bag flies open, revealing a luscious woman in nothing but luscious lush green bra and panties with a lush green woman's singlet, her frame slender and fragile body combined with her DD-36 breasts and no blemishes, other then her whip scars on her back, make any man or woman lust over her and want to gorge them self's in her luscious body, some even make a move only to see the three men backing her up, hip long spiky forest green hair with light healthy grass tips, messy from being in bed, that gives her the appearance of a beautiful forest goddess of pleasure that just got out of bed, in her tiered state she looks around the camp, spying three sleeping bags one being a deep gold, the second a nice aqua blue, the last a dull gray that she had noticed was empty, like most of the time, even in her tiered state from getting zero sleep with her green wolf ears she was able to listen and her the swinging and scrapping of metal on metal, she stood up groggily and walked in the general direction of the noise, completely uncaring she was in a camp of four with her being the sole female you think she would be more conscious of her choose in clothing, but the thing is they are siblings her being the only girl in the litter making her brothers very protective of her even when they know she can handle her self just fine, the luscious woman had found the noise and like every other night and evening when they made camp was her second eldest brother swinging his specially designed sword that glowed and shined in the pale moon light from the shattered moon up above. "Their he is again for the past five months now, skipping out on sleep and training. Is that why Aizen's hair is white?"
She muses in her head as she watched her brother, Aizen, fight a foe only he can see with his usual 'Cold Grace' as he had called it, to busy caught in her own thoughts she had not noticed that, Aizen had stopped his dance and was looking at her near naked form with a his usual glare. "You may want to put on some clothes if your going a for hike, Woman."
His cold yet somewhat warm voice pulled her from her thoughts and dazed state, him noticing her in near nothing was embarrassing but she toughed it out and kept her mother-like smile that she wears all the time, she however could not stop the rising heat in her face, she heard Aizen sigh, something he did often believe it or not, as he rubbed his forehead with his index and middle fingers. "I know your worried about me Aria, I am.. Grateful for your concern but I'm fine at the moment..." He spoke tiredly while he was going to look over at her and slowly stopped his words.
Aizen had noticed that Aria hadn't said a thing. Seeing this and hearing nothing, he walked over and noticed the goose bumps along her arms and body making the almost unnoticed-able hair that grows from her and his flesh rise to stave off the cold. Seeing this display he took of his warm gray trench coat and placed it over her shoulders, he looked around and saw a large bolder he cut he half earlier by accident and when he did slice the bolder in to a hard flat seat he just looked at it and 'anime' sweat-dropped while he was looking at it. "Com' on, somethings bothering you, lets sit down and talk about it." Aizen often speaks softly when something like this happens. He however is not the comforting type, but there is a saying he has, "Blind Tiger speakeasy." The saying being heavy on the 'speak' and 'easy' as one word.
Aizen takes his right arm and wraps it around Aria's upper-back and hugged her close to his body in a gesture of comfort as they both walk towards the halved bolder, Aizen rests 'Merciless' his high frequency katana in the lush green grass, and sat both Aria and himself on the bolder, or what was left of one anyways. "So, what's wrong." Being rather blunt on the first question as usual.
Aizen realized how he said that and made his white face cringe, closing the ruby that is his left eye however his expression was just the thing to make Aria laugh even in her sudden sadness. "Well, I had a Dream-"
Aria couldn't finish because Aizen interrupted her by saying. "I regret asking already." Speaking his mind rather blandly and so quickly made her start to giggle.
Aria could no longer hold her laughter in, Aria bursts out laughing full-hardheartedly causing her shoulders too bounce as well as causing her breasts too bounce and swing in luscious ways that were eye catching even to a reserved man like Aizen. Face turning red quickly he inwardly beats him self to a bloody pulp for looking at her that one way in that moment. But you can not blame any man for looking as it is Aizen's instincts carved into him and many other from the dawn of time. Aizen clenches his hand in to fist and tightens the muscles in his jaw as well as taking . "Fuck you instincts and you hormones! I will not think of her in such a way." Aizen clenches his hand into fists and strains the muscles in his face too keep a straight face, just to hold in the carnal beast inside "Stop. rain them in don't let these... Disgusting emotions rule me." Aria noticed Aizen's balled up fists, however getting back on topic made her mood drop like a Nevermore getting shot down. "So, as I was saying I was having a Dream."
Dream Scape, other wise known as 'Limbo', as Aizen calls it, the plain where you see anything, your deepest desire or your worst nightmare, the past, the present or the future, where all is drained of life, left cold and empty as a husk.
Aria didn't know where she was or how she got there, where she was you ask.
A battle field, swords, hammers, axes, spears, rifles, bows all sorts of weapons littered the ground some impaled in the ground as a last effort to stand up and some laid right down, with their wielder next to some of them, body after body, Aria started running through the gray lifeless field praying that none of the bodes wore one of her brothers. "Artermus! Azure! Aizen! Where are you!"
Aria started to scream and shout in to the endless field of death and blood. 'Please be alright you three, I don't know what to do with out you lot.'
She kept charging through the remnants of war, before tripping over a body that just seemed to be in her way before she turned her body around so her back was facing the bloodied ground to look at the body that she fell over, only to scream, stand up and run to the body, one of the only things with life. "No! You can't be dead! You can't be dead!"
The body was Artermus, staked through his sixteen cm gold canine armor and in to the ground by Titan and his hands gripping the blade in a hopeless death grip attempt to pull the blade so his aura could begin to heal him, Aria ran over and started to reef at the 96inch/8foot great-sword, after a few tugs the Titan was dislodged from Artermus's chest causing a scream of agony to ring from Art as his own pride and joy was ripped from his chest and slicing at his thick leather gloves but no through them Aria to her knees and pulled Artermus in to her lap as she watched shock as what ever was left of Artermus's Aura trying to regenerate the mortal wound, but he didn't have enough Aura in him anymore. "A-Artermus, w-what happened h-here!"
Aria started too sob uncontrollably in too Art's bloody chest as she waited for a response, she didn't get one, this prompted her to look up and saw his once Cerulean eyes glassed over by a white haze, Aria started to shake Artermus in a attempt to wake him up, however no response for seven minutes caused Aria to start screaming again and balling her eyes out. "Oh~ would you look at that!"
Aria heard a mad man like voice sort of like a joker type voice, the sudden sound of a joker type voice made her look up still crying tears of pain and sorrow, she a Joker alright a jester even he was dressed in a Jester like outfit only it consisted of two colors that being a deep blue like purple and a pinkish purple in segments of four or two spots with white frills to add to that jester look he had a sock jester hat the two socks were on the side of th3e hat instead of the back it was like the rest of his suit in color and pattern with two white cotton balls hanging from both socks, his face is what was the strangest part of him, his skin was solid white with a big smooth chin and a all to long nose with gold eyes. "A lost little puppy! That's brilliant!" He shouts at her face before adopting a gangster and continue like a mad man. "Listen 'ere pup, if yous wants to escape this place yous need learn to be patient! which of course yous can dos... BUT-" The mad jester would have continue if a rifle wasn't jammed in his face.
The mad jester was interrupted by a Aqua blue haired wolf faunus by jamming the barrel of his rifle in his face pushing his nose down and in to his chin. "Start talking or else I going to pierce that big nose of your's and I have half a mind to blow your fucking head off!"
Aria looked and saw it was her third brother, Azure a half-Wolf-faunus like Aria but he has a tail instead of ears and it's Aqua Blue like the rest of his hair, jamming the barrel of Aqua Rune's At-leso 6.56 mm fire dust assault rifle mode in his face his long Aqua blue trench coat with it's black leather front and gold accents was ripped and bloody much like the rest of his clothes. "WHOA! whoa, whoa, whoa take it easy their big boy, if you snuff out my voice~, I can't tell you what's going on and where you are~."
The jester saying this made Azure loosen his grip on Aqua Rune and backed up letting the jester's nose spring up but Azure kept pointing Aqua Rune at the jester, the jester flew down in to Aria field of view and looked at her and started to swing a scepter thing at his face, the scepter thing has a smaller verison of his head on it the handle was purple and had a white ball under at the bottom. "few~ Thought I was a goner for sure~."
After he said that he sprung up from his spot and starting patting off any dust he may gotten on his clothes before snapping his head at them causing Azure to re-tighten his grip on Aqua Rune. "So! My name is Jester!" Jester proceeds to do a deep bow like a Jester, "And where we are is the Dream Scape or Limbo." Azure was about to ask what the Dream Scape is he however was interrupted by Jester. "If you listened too Aizen more you would already know what the Dream Scape is and more! He often rambles on about this place, digging up as much about it as he can despite not actually coming here! He has already devoted five months to it already! Isn't that amazing!"
Azure looked at Aria then at Jester. "Wait if this a Dream then how come there's 'three' of us are here and Artermus's is dead." Azure states to the annoying bastard. "That's quite simple really, the Dream Scape is the in between of life and death you can see the past, the present, the future, your worst nightmare or your deepest desire, but Artermus over here is not dead as you three are no where in this plain of existence... YOUR IN BETWEEN THE BETWEEN! Isn't that something! If you look at Arty over here he's already healed from that nasty stunt." That statement caused Aria and Azure to look at Artermus.
And true to his word Artermus's wound was completely sealed shut and his eyes were closed, seeing this gave both Aria and Azure contentment that their older brother wasn't dead, Aria started to shake Artermus causing eyes too open, albeit rather slowing and shuttering, showing that same beautiful Cerulean, Artermus looked around and spotting Azure and Aria as well as the gray sky first before looking down at himself and the first thing he noticed was the hole in his gold canine chest armor, seeing this caused Artermus to rise off of Aria's lap ,that he didn't noticed he was resting his head on in the first place, he quickly started to feel around his chest and the hole in his armor and noticed that when in he reached in his chest was bare in that one spot and cover with blood, he looked around and noticed Jester. "Can someone tell what the fuck is going on." Artermus couldn't help but curse as it was all to weird for him. "Well Arty! Aria here found you impaled by your own sword!" Saying that caused Artermus's eyes to widen, Jester then slams his hand on his face and continues with a exaggerated gasp, "Isn't that shocking! and as to where you are, you are in the Dream Scape! the plain for those that have died or are going to die, lucky for you three none of you are dead, your once again." Jester take a rather dramatic deep breathe before screaming out, "IN THE BETWEEN THAT'S BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH! And you three are in the between, where you wake up in a battle field that stretches on for all ETERNITY!"
Jester screams out to the endless flat field and swings his arms out wide for dramatic effect, this made all three of them think one thing in-common. "If were here... Then, wheres Aizen?"
That thought hung in the air and the Jester knew exactly what they are think about and questioning. "Your probably wondering, 'If were here then wheres Aizen,' easy. He's not ASLEEP! Your now wondering, 'What the hell does that have to do with any of this.' Again, easy, it's because your all linked and asleep, if someone else was within at-least 10 or less feet or less of you one of you and snoozing like a baby, they would be here right now!" He yells excitingly at them like a child with a sweet tooth in a candy store
This new information gave them one question how do they wake up if they are already wake but are asleep at the same time. "Now there's just one problem about being here, in the Dream Scape, nothing can wake you up until the sun rises or the scraping of medal is near by, you could hear a gun shot and not even wake up! you could be raped and still you wouldn't wake up and you feel it all, two times then normal, your scenes are heightened here, that way you can hear the scraping medal of that thick shaft that makes women shutter~!, until the sun rises and color drains back in to this reality or the scarping of medal is heard as a sign of danger to this plain you will be trapped here until which ever happens first. WHAT A DOZY!" The three of them just look at the mad Jester like a crazy man. Which he is by the way.
The three of them started to get worried, mostly Aria because if they were attack by anyone that had ill intentions that could easily kill Artermus and Azure and just have their ways with Aria, but seems like fate had other plains as they all heard the dull rasping of medal. "And he unknowingly saves the Day! GOOD JOB AIZEN! Now a Rift in time and space will rip open, just like the small top on a woman and it just rips open! And when that tear does rip open. Just let your young Spirits DRIVE YOU AND GO FOR IT!" The mad Jester encourages them to race towards a rift in time and space. His insane!
And at that moment as soon as those word left Jester's mouth the tear in reality ripped open in a Gold aura they all looked at each other and charged to the rift has fast as possible, mid way to the rift they saw it was closing this prompted them to run faster pumping Aura in to their legs to increase their speed a little, when the three wanderers reached it Aria was the first to dive head first in to it by running straight in, Azure was second to go through by jumping through to the other side, Artermus was last just barely making it through as it was just a crack open wide enough for him to fit, when Art was close enough he jumped at it and rolled in using the momentum from his armor and greaves slipping through and scraping his armor on the rift leaving a bad burn mark on it and sending sparks every where, but Art was able to fit in to tight hole.
Reality, After escaping the Dream Scape or Limbo.
Azure, Artermus and Aria woke up with a start all three of them doing something to check if they made it and they weren't dreaming, Azure did the cutest thing by pinching him self several times mainly pinching his nerves where it hurts the most whining several times he was sure he was in the land of the living, Artermus checked if he still had Titan as he had forgotten about the 96 inch/8'f great-sword and when he checked the sword which was indeed where he had left it and he checked his armor, no more hole through the chest but there was a burn mark on the left side under his arm this made him scratch his gold hair in confusion , questioning himself if that had always been there, before giving up on trying to dig through his memories looking for the answer, Aria checked if she still had her legs and she did still have her legs, what she actually did was poke her self in multi-able places checking encase nothing was more sensitive then it should be, she poked her legs, her arms, her stomach, her breasts which were as sensitive as usale and lastly her mound she was as always very sensitive, happy with their check ups the three of them went back to sleep, but Aria couldn't sleep and just ended up tossing and turning in her sleeping bag, eventually she gave up and stood up to go check on Aiz-
"Alright I get the story now, you can stop, Aria. But that's not much of a Dream." Aizen was calm about it, but at the start he wasn't listening much, until Aria tripped over a 'dead' Artermus and when she got to that part he started to radiate his electric red aura in absolute devastation, he was relived later when Jester revealed that the gold canine knight was alive, he however did start listening more intently when Jester showed up as he explained the Dream Scape in full detail, Aizen whispered from here and there about being right and that he knew it with somethings that Jester told them while they were in there, but what dishearten her was the fact that that place may show the past, the present or the future, maybe one's deepest desire of any and everything or a grizzly nightmare of the deepest most unholy darkness that will make any seasoned hunter curl up in to a ball and unleash their emotions, Aria would have continued her thoughts but Aizen speaking dragged her out of her saddening thoughts. "What this 'Jester' said is true, I have been looking in to it since we ran in to... what was her name... Raven! That's her name and how she kept blabbing on about this 'Dream Scape' when we encountered her so called 'tribe, I have been digging through every library I can get in to without someone annoyingly calling the nearest policemen, bouncer or tough looking person they can see, all because of my attire!" Aizen shouts at Aria. But not directly at her more like the people around him which no one by the way. But it happens more then you think.
Aizen shouts out his quickly building temper and a stands up, walking four feet away and turning to face Aria who was confused at his actions, Aizen proceeds to stretch out his arms and yell with lots of pent up frustration. "What the hell is wrong with my attire! Can you see anything wrong, Woman." Aria looks over and checks his outfit or as he prefers attire, which it currently consists of a crimson vest that's risen at the sides above his hip-bones and very pointed at the front and back with a gap at the front running from the collar to the pointed bottom of the vest, the collar it's self is a high-collar that he has folded over, but the collar still barely reaches up to his chin and makes it to the top of his neck just under his jaw, unfolded it reaches up to his earlobes, Aria looks back at the rest of the vest and spies three belts running across from the right to the left and it looks like one belts missing as there is wide gap between the first belt and the second but over to where the belts all reach is three silver clips for each belt to hold the vest shut, underneath the vest is a solid black compression shirt with long sleeves that reach to his for arms and almost his wrists which are exposed but are usually covered by his trench coat which is still draped over her shoulders it's a long gray leather trench coat which reaches his shins. 'how he doesn't trip over it is a wonder, same goes for Azure and his coat reaches his ankles.' Anyway Aizen's coat has a high-collar like his vest and the vest's collar is usually folded over the trench coat's. The arms for the coat are long, reaching to his wrists and just a little further past the wrists which covers his exposed forearms, the wrists of the trench coat have silver zippers and the elbows and Shoulders have three bumped out rows on both sleeves and for gloves he wears black leather compression gloves that are skin tight and full fingered. now back to what he was wearing right now, which is his pants and boots. His pants are like his coat meaning their gray and made of leather. But like most type of leather pants, his have soft cotton on the inside to keep the leather from rubbing against his skin and giving him blisters, his leather pants are held up by a black leather belt with a silver clip that has some kind of design on them but it's hard to make from this distance, attached to his belt is two leather thigh pad with ammunition pouches on them for his katana 'Merciless' it doesn't double as a gun if that's what your wondering it uses the bullets to fire a rod at the solid hilt guard for more power, now the boots are interesting being expensive burnished knee-high black leather boots with two belts with silver buckles at the knees and a silver zipper going to the middle. Damn, his rocking some serious 70's or 80's goth.
Aizen stands there waiting for the honest answer from his beloved sister with twitching eyes, all Aria did was look at him with her special small smile that calms his mind, the smile made Aizen calm his nerves and mind, it is after all one of the things he hates most, losing control over himself, his arms slacken a little and his face returns to it's emotionless mask that he tries to wear everywhere he goes. "Well, you do look sinister with the whole 70's goth thing you have going on there."
Aria answers honestly making Aizen shake his head and caused one of his eyes to start twitching, head hung low and he sighs in much needed rest, now that she thought of it he looks extremely tired like he could collapse at any moment, her thoughts were cut short by Aizen once again. "Anyhow you should get back to bed."
Aizen looked at her and noticed she changed her sitting posture resting her right leg on her left, crossing her arms and leaning back a little and with pursed lips showing disagreement, Aizen knew exactly what that posture meant and there was no way he could talk her down, no matter how hard he tries, seeing this caused another exhausted sigh to leave his mouth. "Alright, we go to bed, lets go."
Happy with herself Aria stood up and walked over to Aizen taking his hand and guiding both him and herself to their camp, half way there she noticed that Aizen was fall behind realizing that just hearing about sleeping was making him fall asleep, shaking his hand caused his eyes to open and look at Aria face seeing the beautiful shine in her eyes and that motherly smile she had on almost every day made he himself smile causing him to remember what he has with these special three people, he also noticed that he was falling behind his very short sister, he dragged himself back up to her side and tried his best to not fall asleep mid walk and fell into a peaceful silence, except for the sounds of the nature around them and the heavy booted foot falls of a 7'f11 man and the crushing of leaves and grass under the naked feet of a 5'f4 tall woman, the walk was peaceful minus the occasional trip of Aizen because he can't see as well as his sister can, don't get any ideas he can alright but their under a thicket of trees, blocking most of the shattered moonlight, causing Aizen to stumble here and their kicking the occasional rock or branch.
After a lot of stumbling from Aizen and a oddly long walk, they were both back at the small camp they had been calling home for the past three days, now you may be wondering why were out here in the first place and no it's not some stupid 'Heroic' adventure or quest, no, after the Fall of Beacon, as they have been calling it, all types of aircraft travel had been stopped only emergency supple drops are allowed and since were wanted criminals for self defense we have to go on foot, but back on topic.
We don't have some grand mission, that will most likely cause more harm then good, our objective is to go back home. That's right, back to our little nameless village that all four of us have called home for as long as we can remember. We planned to go all the from point A to B, and it has been taking it's toll on us, often getting in to fights with low aura from rabid animals, rock slides, pit falls set by bandits then fight off said bandits or running into a small group of Hunters, which has almost gotten us killed several times. This is our journey across remnant.
"Alright you three, that's enough. You need to get some much needed rest, or none of you will be rested enough for the next chapter." The old man states to the three children as he closes the book he read the first part of the story from, that part being the Beacon's tower. "Not reading from this thing again, too exaggerated..." Aizen made a mental note. "But, what happens next." Indigo asks the old man, the very curious child question is going to have to wait.
And that is exactly what he says. "Well, your just going to have to wait. After all good things come to those who wait." He says while looking over his right shoulder with his ruby red eye, before looking forward and walking out of the room and closing the door with him and walking to the first of the three doors he past one hour ago, reading the scratched silver name plate on the door as it read "Aizen." Aizen stares at his own name for a minute or two before shaking his head and walking into the room to rest and prepare for the fallowing day and night, as well as his next hunt.
Even after the twenty six years the Grimm or beasts, as Aizen had come to calling them in his aged life, have never stopped even when their 'Queen' is dead, 'cause after all.
You can't have Light without Darkness, two sides of the same coin in other words.
