An Otherworldly Dilemma
Summary: Something was coming, Ozpin was sure of it. So now precautions must be made to counter the rising Faunus dispute. Time to make things interesting, and preform the sacred art that has been banned for centuries… It is time to invite some guests. Revival of The Great Faunus War! Set 2 months before the first fights break out.
A/N: So... this idea has been on my mind for a long time, and I finally made the time to make this... however small it may be. Bear in mind that this is my first fic, but that being said does not mean I am any less of a writer, just less experienced. Everyone has to start somewhere! Enjoy!
Totally not a self insert... it is, but not forever...depending whether or not I write the Great Faunus War... should I, or just key parts of the war?
Chapter 1: Another mistake?
I hope he knows what he is getting himself into, this is not something you just wave around like a toy… That man could be so immature sometimes.
As Glynda rode the elevator up towards Ozpins office, this is what she thought. A short while later, there was a curt, ding! And she entered Ozpins office and took a seat across from him and his desk. They both stayed silent, a unnerving silence, but comfortable nonetheless.
"Are you sure about this? Have you contacted the Council yet?" Glynda was the first to break the silence.
"Well, we must do something and I don't want my students to fight this… war that we face. The bureaucrats that call themselves the Council are just power hungry and have no desire to help us, Ironwood is willing but not without evidence first, and I see no better option. So, yes I am sure, no I have not contacted them yet, nor will I anytime soon." Ozpin replied
There was a time when I would not go down easily, but Ozpin is too stubborn and will carry out anything to the end if it concerns the possible safety of his students…
"Very well then I-" Glynda started to rise from her chair before being cut off as Ozpin continued, "I have everything ready, all you need to do is enchant them."
Glynda remained silent as she stood up, took the package that was on Ozpins desk, walked to the elevator, and was about to enter it when Ozpin finished, "You know just as much as I do, we can't just send everything toward an invisible enemy, so please mentor our guests and explain only what need be said, lest they try and run away."
With those final words of wisdom, she stepped into the elevator to carry out his orders.
The package was a moderately heavy cardboard box containing a hundred or so letters. Each letter was to be sent to a person of the world called Earth, a foreign world who used to openly trade with Remnant... before Remnant was considered Remnant and before the moon was shattered, even before the Grimm came.
You see, the reason why all that came to be was because the humans from Earth are said to have brought about the Grimm, and although it was never proven true, the government at the time decided to cut all ties with Earth severing all links with them, this happened around 1750. Humans were considered illegal and killed on sight, all technology was thrown into oblivion, and... well, everything previously known vanished... including our once full moon. That's why we were nearly killed by the Grimmspawn, we had next to nothing to defend ourselves with. No technology, no government, no order. And then came Dust, to aide us when needed, a renewable resource pivotal to the life we know today.
The reason the humans from Earth were blamed are simple. The nature of Grimm, although unknown, holds an uncanny resemblance to that of an animal from Earth, and the violent nature that humanity has represented throughout history in addition to the aura powers given by Remnant, result in a likelihood in which corruption was possible. That being said, why bring them back?
Because the world is once again about to be shrouded in darkness, and having them here is not a bad idea. Back in 1920... I think... Ugh, the children are starting to rub off on me...
Anyway, back in 1920, they proved very stubborn against death, and always fought for what they thought was true, even if they knew no one else agreed with them. That was when "The war to end all wars," later known as World War 1, was held.
Based of this logic, if humans still experience pointless war, then many were likely combat ready, if not physically, mentally.
But... the downside to this was enormous.
We might get fired for breaking the hidden law.
They may wreak havoc on more than just the enemy.
They may kill innocents.
And so many other variables to consider...
Glynda sighed as a curt ding! sounded as she was awoken from her train of thought.
Well, Ozpin made his decision, now lets see where the chips fall... but nothing will be less than perfect as long as I am around.
In order to enhance the letters to travel inter-dimensional, 32 yellow dust shards had to be formed in a perfect circle with a white dust crystal proportionate to the amount of energy required for the gate to transport what is necessary ( this would need about a white dust crystal roughly the size of a long sword,) then you pulse enough aura into the white dust crystal to activate it properly.
After that, all you had to do is put the letters through the temporary portal on the floor and... zzzt! Zap! Zzztt!
There is a 24 hour delay, so now everything must be cleaned up and planed for tomorrow!
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
So... time to get up I guess...
You bet!
Shush you.
grrrrrrrrrrrr...
"Alex! Time to get up, you need to get ready for school!" Alex's mom called
Yup... ugh... oh well...
I slowly got up and dressed, wearing a royal blue shirt with horizontal gray strips and white trim, a pair of denim jeans, and some worn gray sneakers with a navy blue "A" thing... (to this day I have no idea what it means, its not even an "A," just an upside-down "V") Finished of by my trusty glasses, because I'd be damned if I were without them.
And lets not forget the oh-so-important book bag which stores everything I'll need for the day, looking like some kind of blue camo and weighing in at about 16 pounds.
What? I don't believe in lockers. Or planning for anything that I have a limited time on, for that matter. Also, there is no such thing as overkill.
School was boring, I did stuff. I learned stuff that are useful but some magic... and I got to have fun with my friends.
I'm always the first one home, since I get off school before the rest of my family, so, just coming home from school, I sought to get some downtime. In this case, look at what's new on the gaming channel, 'cause that is totally something to look forward to.
Anyway... I noticed some new games, nothing really catching my eye... until I saw this relatively basic game called RWBY Grimm Eclipse, and being a fan of RWBY, I knew that I had to beat it.
So that is exactly what I did.
I ended up playing it for... um... like, 5 hours? Yeah, that sounds about right. By then, I got into the groove of its physics and managed to get a solid tactic in place that worked efficiently.
Eventually I made to level 26, quite a feat to me, but it ended at level 30... so close yet so far.
If you don't know, Grimm Eclipse is a game where you play as no other than Ruby Rose, against a seemingly endless pack of beowolfs, much like in the red trailer. There was ammo, aura, techniques, and most importantly, levels. Ruby has a level cap of 10, and the game continues to 30. By wave 15ish, Ruby is a one-hit kill.
The trailers were awesome!
Pfft, more like an excuse for plot.
...
The plot demands it though!
le sigh...
While I was busy arguing with myself, a beowolf managed to be the end of my glorious 27 wave streak... permanently ending my will to continue...
Why do I argue with myself? Why, I have the blessing (or curse) of having 4 separate personalities. Yay...
I can't really complain though, I always have something to entertain myself with, be it doing a pointless task to having a pointless argument. I am depressing, huh?
PFFFFFFT!
What the f-...
OHH! IT'S A LETTER! Must... Open..
Curiosity killed the cat.
Eh... I want to know.
Um... so apparently a plain white envelope and its contents managed to sneak into my room somehow... cool. I opened the letter, while one of my personalities made a drum roll.
Dear person,
My name is Ozpin, and I seek your help. Dire times are going to beset my home, and you have been selected to help me in my endeavors to keep humanity from tearing itself apart. I know this may seem strange to you, as a letter has seemingly randomly appeared in front of you, but I assure you, there is a reason for all of this. This letter was guided to you by your pure intentions along with physical capability or intellectual prowess. War is coming, and if you don't like the prospect of death, then I tell you not to worry, for it would only be artificial. I wish I could tell you more but my time is short. If you choose to help me, just hold it up into the sunlight... if not, then I wish you a peaceful life. Beware though, you only have 24 hours to choose.
I hate it when people are vague. It means unknowns, and unknowns means variables that can't be placed. That makes this very risky.
But like many things, there are crossroads, and each road has its risks and benefits.
If I chose to go, I might not be able to come back, but I could save many lives.
If I chose to not go, then I would be save...er, but I could be endangering many lives.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Yes, we hear you, it is war we are talking about.
Which will be totally fun!
Grrr?
But who cares? I mean, we aren't somebodies... yet.
We should definitely go. I mean, it's for the good of the world!
What if its not our world? I mean, Earth lacks the technology to pull something like this off.
Rawr!
No, just because he asks for help, doesn't mean he needs it.
...Bagonga?
Yes, it's the right thing to do, but it may not be the smart thing to do. We could be killed!
But when has death ever mattered to us? I mean... actually, I am going to refrain from saying that last part.
Grrrrrrrr.
You guys done yet?
Yep, it seems our amicable friend here is resolute to helping, and Mr. Immature is on board as well, and I am out-numbered here, but they do provide strong evidence toward the fact that the benefits outweigh the risks.
Alrighty then! That ended quicker than I thought it would, thank you quiet one for your contribution.
And with that, I left a brief note saying I would be back (everyone was asleep by now) and wait... its nighttime... wonder if it still works...
Unceremoniously, I held the letter up into the night sky, and there was a brilliant flash of light.
Then everything went black... although I swore I saw a random passerby smiling.
A/N: Welp, that wasa thing, a bit rough around the edges... but it had to be done. R&R please, I can't do everything on my own now, can I? *cough cough* Completely necessary. Ciao!
By the way, just for clarification, Alex has 4 personalities, The logical (himself), The anchor (the quiet one), The Immature (loud and boisterous), and the amicable beast (self-explanatory)