Author's Note: Hello my people! And welcome to my newest story! Remnants! Inspired by the work of QuickQuantumQuasar who will be my beta for the duration of this story so go check out his work. In any case, Read, Review, Favorite and Enjoy!
Legends, stories, tales of a world that no longer exists...
That's all we are, remnants of a world gone mad.
Man, weak and fragile, was born into a unforgiving world.
The Void, The Shadow Isles and even Nature herself seemed to move against man.
But he was not without his means: Science, Technology... Magic!
These were the tools that Man used to forge his destiny in Valoran.
And, but as is his nature, it was not long before Man would turn these weapons against himself.
The Rune Wars.
Fought with magic unrestrained, led by men with the power to move mountains. Their's potency and destruction so great that it tore the world asunder...
If left to continue would leave not even remnants behind.
So a solution was proposed.
The League of Legends: An alliance of individuals from every nation.
Together they formed a pact, a protectorate.
Never again will the Rune Wars consume the planet.
An uneasy peace forged and maintained by conflict and contest has taken hold where war and ruin once ruled supreme.
But a peace that is forced cannot last for long.
A red haired, green eyed man dressed in a white suit with a grey coat and bowler hat was walking down the street with the aid of a cane. He might be mistaken for the pinnacle of a high society gentleman, if not for the group of gun totting thugs that were trailing after him wearing Red Shades and Black Suits . The group arrived outside of a shop, 'Dusk Til Dawn' written in stylized font on the window. Using his cane the man in front stopped the others from entering the building.
"Wait here for thirty seconds and then come in." He said quickly before walking into the store and immediately taking note of the store clerk: frail, grey haired, and near sighted. Also his elbows were resting on the table, meaning that he couldn't reach the silent alarm he had underneath the counter.
"Good day sir. How may I help you?" The old clerk asked politely.
At the old man's question, the gentleman rested the butt of his cane on the old man's mid section, the hidden compartment inside flipping out. The old man, being the proprietor of gun-blades, armor, and ammunition that he was, recognized the weapon immediately.
"You can keep your mitts right where I can see them!" A few seconds later the men from earlier walked into the room. "Alright let's do this quick. Perry: guns. Jackie, Edward: dust. Tommy: armor. the rest of you see if you can find anyone else in the shop."
"What about the money?" A particularly slow thug asked with one hand in the air.
"Did I say to grab the money?" The gentleman asked with a sarcastic voice.
"No."
"Then don't grab the money!" The irritated leader of the thugs shouted.
"But we always grab the money..." The thug stated in a whiny, confused voice.
The Leader let out a irritated sigh. "Idiot! Perry, bring one of those puppies over here and shoot the old man if he moves." As commanded the thug came over with a shot gun and pointed it at the clerk. At once, the leader spun around and used his cane to trip up the thug that he was talking with before. The floor was the first thing to hit his face, followed by his boss's fists. "Class, what have we learned here today?"
"If you say don't, then don't!" The thugs all replied at once.
While that was going on, one of the thugs had found one of the store's patrons: a young girl dressed in a red cloak. If the faint sound of music coming off of her was any indication she probably couldn't hear any of the commotion going on at the desk. He needed to fix that.
"Hey!" The thug rudely stated grabbing the girl by her shoulder and turning her around.
She had petite slim features, silver eyes, black hair with red highlights, and pale skin that looked like it hadn't seen the sun in a while. As the thug had predicted she was wearing head phones that were part of the sample display.
"Hands in the air and empty your pockets!" The thug stated aiming a katana blade at the girl's mid section.
"Are you..." The girl glanced up and down sizing up both her opponent and his weapon. "Robbing me?" The look young girl's face was something between confusion and barely contained excitement.
"Yes!" The irritated thug spat.
"Ooohhh!" The girl replied, her features now pure joy.
The thug leader supervised his men loading all of the merchandise into bags to carry out to their pickup point. All in all, it was yet another smooth robbery. Then the sound of one of the thugs sent to look around screaming filled up the entire shop, followed by yet another exasperated sigh.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do with all of you people. Someone go help that idiot out!" The leader stated shaking his head in disappointment.
Two thugs went down to the aisle at the far end of the store. When they looked, guns trained on whatever was inside, they both let out high-pitched screams of terror and unloaded both of their weapons down the hallway. Even when they ran out of ammo, they continued to click their weapon's anyway, as if too scared to notice that their weapons stopped firing.
"What's got you chickens so scared?" The leader walked over to the aisle to investigate the matter himself.
He saw that the far wall had been completely destroyed with gunfire. The first thug that went missing was curled up into a ball, unharmed bar the exception that he looked like he had thirty years scared off of him. Even these idiots wouldn't shoot at nothing, so whatever it was it must still be around here somewhere. The sound of his subordinates having their skulls knocked against each other told him that it was behind him, but when he spun around they were already on the ground unconscious.
"What brand of...?" That was all the words that got out of the leader's mouth before something grabbed him by his face and threw him out through the display window out to the street. "Ouch! Did anyone get the number of that..." Then the thug leader smelt it, a smell that one comes to know by heart from disposing of hundreds of such things over the years. "...that corpse?"
Now looking slightly scared, the leader looked over to the street in front of him where he saw a fight had broken out between his men and a zombie dressed like Little Red Riding Hood. For a corpse, she was moving very fast. She dodged gunfire and disabled her opponents with a level of precision worthy of a martial arts master with kicks to the knee and palm strikes to the throat. Any oncoming attacks were blocked effortlessly through the use of the apparently bullet proofed cape. Perhaps the most disturbing quality was that no matter how many of their weapons were run through her body she just kept going. Maybe it was that her mostly rotten face had a satisfied smirk on it as she clobbered his men.
"Damn!" The leader got up and ran away.
By the time the zombie was done with the thugs, she saw the leader climbing up a ladder to a roof-top. The zombie girl let out an annoyed growl before she bolted off. With speed that a normal person wouldn't be able to see her she grabbed the leader by the scruff of his coat, dragged him up the side of the building and slammed him against the roof. Before she could say anything though, the girl in red was blown off of the criminal by a ball of fire and sent all the way to the other side of the roof top.
"Now what happened here Roman?" Said criminal looked over to the jump jet that he was supposed to meet to see a woman in red leaning out of it.
"Ask the zombie you just roasted!" Roman barked as he jumped onto the jump jet.
Instead of being roasted however, the girl got back up relatively unscathed, with the exception of the numerous weapons that were still sticking out of her body.
"The correct term that you're looking for is 'Grave Digger.'" The woman corrected observing the zombie girl with interest.
"I don't care if it's mummy ripple! So long as we're as far away from it as possible I'll be a happy man tonight!" On that note a few blasts rocked the air ship a bit, the two immediately saw the cause. "Of course it has a gun!"
He couldn't quite tell what kind of gun it was at this distance, but it looked like a rather plain block of red metal. The woman in the airship fired three more balls of fire, each of which were shot out of the sky by expert sniper blasts from the gun totting zombie girl.
"It's unfortunate to eliminate such talent, but it can't be helped." At the sorceress's word, a huge glyph appeared in the middle of the roof resulting in a large explosion.
When the smoke had cleared a new contender had joined the party. Blonde hair was tied tightly into a bun with rectangular reading glasses. The new woman bore roughly the resemblance of a stern librarian with a white sweater and black jean skirt with black stockings and purple heels. Her weapon of choice was equally dull, being a single simple wand. The reason for the relative blandness became apparent when she used a bright blue summoning beam to bring yet another contender to the fight: an angelic warrior in full golden armor.
"A summoner! So are we picking a fight with the League of Legends now?" The thief asked in the middle of a panic fit.
"I believe it's time that we left." On that note both criminals were consumed by a beam of blue light and sent away, in spite of a blast of energy produced by the summoner destroying the jump jet.
"Gone." The summoner noted before they heard the zombie girl mumbling at them.
She seemed to be sentient despite being so 'un-lively' so the summoner had a pretty good idea what the problem was. She pointed out the various weapons still sticking out of the girl's body resulting in the surprised zombie looking around like she only now noticed them. Quickly pulling out all the blades from her body, the zombie girl quickly returned back to a normal, petite, and sweet girl.
"Are you two from the League of Legends!?" The excited little girl quickly put her hands together and her eyes shone brightly. "Can I have your autographs?"
Contrary to what the Grave Digger girl was hoping for, she quickly found herself escorted to the nearest jail house and was now sitting down in a interrogation room. In the observation room, an individual in a white coat was tossing treats into the mouth of a small ball of fluff that was sitting at a table on the far end of the room. The sound of the door opening drew both the coat's and the puff-ball's attention as they observed a white-haired man wearing a green suit walk into the room.
"Do you have anything to share Prism?" He asked leaning subtly on his cane as he stood in the doorway.
"Good evening to you too Professor Ozpin. Her name's Ruby Rose, age fifteen. Grave Digger, with speed magic on top of that. Currently, she's a student at Signal academy where she has just entered her second year and is in training for the League of Legends. Daughter of the late Grave Digger Summer Rose. Home town: Patch, destroyed by a rogue dragon and is in the process of being rebuilt. Then there's this..." Prism put down the folder he was reading from and picked up the gun that Ruby was using. At the touch a button it transformed into a over-sized scythe. "I believe she calls it 'Crescent Rose.'"
"Sniper Scythe, and it appears to be customized." Ozpin noted while he poured a cup of coffee from the nearby machine.
"Mild understatement. High frequency blade, rail gun barrel, ultra light materials and zero safety protocols. Who ever made this thing didn't have the safety of the wielder in mind." Prism stated turning the scythe back into a gun and putting it on the nearby table.
"Grave diggers tend to be like that." A disappointed Ozpin stated, shaking his head and picking up the folder. "I will let Glynda go first, otherwise we'll both receive nothing but dirty looks on the way back to the academy."
On queue the summoner lady from earlier walked into the interrogation room looking even more cross than when she was fighting.
"Tell me, Miss Rose was it? Have you ever heard of a individual named Roman Torchwick?" Glynda asked, doing her best 'Hunting Shark' impression as she circled Ruby.
"No." The young girl replied timidly.
"Really? How about now?" Glynda stated as she deposited Roman's file on the table. It revealed a picture of the man that Ruby was fighting earlier.
"Yah, him I've met. Kind of a-EEP!" Glynda silenced Ruby via whacking her wand like a whip on the table top, making Ruby's heart skip two or three beats in the process.
"Silence! Do you realize just how much danger you have put yourself in with this kind of stunt?" Glynda shouted as she continued to circle around Ruby.
"They started it!" Ruby shouted in a whine, though all of her resistance crumbled when met by Glynda's death glare.
"And you aggravated them! If it was up to me you'd be sent back home with a pat on the back..." That had Ruby smiling again. "And a slap on the wrist!" Glynda slapped the table with her wand again, getting another 'EEP' out of Ruby. "As it is though. It is not up to me."
On this note Ozpin came walking in carrying a platter of cookies and put them down the table. No sooner had the plate touch the table than did Ruby proceed to begin scarfing down.
"My apologies for my colleague Miss Rose. I'll admit that she can be harsh at times, but she does have a softer side when you get to know her." Glynda just rolled her eyes at Ozpin's obvious sarcasm. "But moving on. Would you mind explaining where exactly you got this?" Ozpin stated producing an image of the sniper scythe Crescent Rose.
"Oh I made it! I kind of went overboard with the custom features though..." Ruby stated as she awkwardly rubbed the back of her head, having already inhaled the cookies.
"Indeed. Not to mention this." Ozpin placed a Tablet on the table and played video footage showing Ruby as she almost effortlessly dispatched Roman's thugs.
"Oh I learned how to fight from my Uncle Qrow! He was always like 'now Ruby, this scythe is only for opponents that you absolutely intend to kill so if you run into anyone else just use your fists!'" Ruby quoted in a 'stuffy old man' voice.
"Indeed. That is certainly how I would describe what you've manage to assemble." Ozpin stated reviewing his mental notes about the weapon in question. "But on to other things. I hear that you wish to be a League champion."
Ruby nodded excitedly.
"Would you mind answering a old man a simple question: Why?"
Ruby abruptly stopped nodding and tilted her head slightly in confusion. Before she could respond, Ozpin decided to clarify.
"Let me put it this way." He said, leaning forward, fingers steepled in front of his face. "Why do you want to join the League of Legends?"
Those heavy words, asked of every champion candidate, echoed around the room as Ruby suddenly understood the gravity of the situation. She was still quite a ways away from her own Judgment and Reflection, but, just like everyone else at Signal Academy, she had spent hours going over her answer.
It took her several seconds to respond, but when she did it was with a very serious tone.
"When I was a kid I watched my home town be destroyed by a monster." Ruby stated sadly slouching her head. "We were able to drive it off eventually, but ever since all I wanted to do was learn how to fight and keep my family safe. If I join the League I can become someone who can do that."
"Interesting. Do you know who I am young lady?" Ozpin asked pointing to himself.
"Oh you're Professor Oswald Ozpin: head master at the Summoners Champion League Academy! The SCLA! Where you make people all like... Hyahh!" Ruby illustrated her point with a Karate chop. "And this! DA DA DA DA!" Ruby continued to illustrate her point with several palm thrusts. "And-EEP!" Ruby shouted as she dodged another blow from the wand.
"I think we get the point Miss Rose." Glynda stated as she readjusted her glasses.
"Then let us cut to the chase. I was simply wondering if, given the chance, would you like to attend my school?" Ozpin asked smiling warmly at the younger girl.
"More than anything!" Ruby stated with a level of intensity that one would not usually associate with a fifteen year old talking about going to school.
"Very well then." Ozpin stated cheerily getting up from his chair but leaving the folder on the table for Ruby. "I will see you there."
For what was easily the longest period of time that the girl had sat still in her entire life, Ruby just sat on her chair dumbfounded. Then she looked down at the table and noted that the folder contained such things as a SCLA identification card for her, a SCLA agenda a time and place set for tomorrow. The gears in Ruby's head clicked together as she smiled in joy.
"EEEEEEEEEEEE!"
No one was ready for that, least of all the shattered one sided mirror, nor could they do anything about it since Ruby had already grabbed everything she needed and ran off in a blur of rose petals.
"Ladies and Gentlemen..." Prism stated as it pulled himself back to his feet with his stunned puff ball riding on it's head. "Our newest Champion: Ruby Rose the Death Squeal!" Prism stated before falling over again.
"EEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Unlike the day before, where the culprit responsible for a glass shattering and eardrum-popping squeal was Ruby, this time the party at fault was a towering blonde girl who was giving the younger girl a death hug.
"Oh I can't believe my baby sister is coming to SCLA with me! This is going to be so much fun!" Also unlike the earlier day both girls were now riding on an air-ship that was flying over a mountain range towards the academy in question.
"Pleash... Shtop... Yang!" Ruby replied as she gasped for breath.
"What's the matter Rubes?" Yang asked as she complied with her sister's request for air and released her. "I figured that you'd be happier about getting into SCLA early?"
"I am! Its just that I'm worried about... you know!" Ruby stated awkwardly while she wiggled her body. Seeing her sister's confused face, Ruby stuck her arms out and started moaning vacantly.
"Oh relax nobody's gonna mind that! They got real zombies in the league yah know!" Yang stated while she pulled Ruby into a one armed hug.
"Geez Yang, a little louder please. I don't think the entire freshman class heard you!" Ruby muttered in a dissatisfied voice pointing out the roughly ten or twelve people in front of them.
"Okay, if you insist." On that note Yang inhaled and cupped her hands over her mouth. "HEY EVERYBODY...!" In a desperate attempt to stop Yang from yelling Ruby jumped onto her back wrapping her legs around the waist and her arms around the head in a effort to silence her.
"DON'T YANG!" The awkward sister and embarrassing sister combination stumbled into the back of the airship. They ended up crashing into a black haired cat girl and white headed girl with a scar going over her left eye.