In some alternate, magical and twisted version of RWBY. Some good guys are the bad guys and some of the bad guys are the good guys. The rest are probably in the middle, but who knows? They could be both! Join the crew as they deal with the same alternate shit, all over again! Now, who the hell took my scythe? Wait… WHO THE HELL ATE MY PIZZA!? *looks over by the Door* GODDAMMIT OZPIN!
Warning! Dark theme and a crazy novice author.
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, RT does….
Chapter 1
Lore…
According to old tales, there was a symbol of absolute fear. They weren't the Grimm nor were they the silver eyed warriors too. It was just one man, one person, one god forsaken life who ruled over the lands and filled every person, young or old, with fear and distress. It was said that the man was no human for he was the devil himself. The death who took a human form only to fetch the souls of those sinful scoundrels himself. He Had a thirst for blood that cannot be quenched and the ending hunger to hunt and kill.
Every night, there were countless of corpses that decors the streets with blood and horror.
The pitiful souls that fell victim to his methods summed up to thousands made him legendary.
Until one day. That devil suddenly disappeared… rumors circulated around the Kingdoms that the reaper went back to hell. However, little did they all knew… he was just waiting to be reborn again.
"Every path, every streak of cloud, points to the same bed. I keep my wounds fresh for her so she can see their depth."
- traveler's diary, found outside Amman
Call his name and he shall come
Speak your words of betrayal and he will be at your side
Pierce the sword into the hearts of thine enemies
Gain retribution but be warned,
for vengeance carries a double edged sword
Do harm upon the undeserving
he shall bring his wrath upon you three fold
Modern day and time…
Even when it was late, the streets of vale were busy as ever. The night market ran lively with both the locals and foreign visitors. The local shops thrives with various merchandise that seems to be attracting more and more customers. Night clubs and late night concerts also seems to enlighten the night with musical entertainment. Good thing Vale was quite known as 'The festive City' so it's the perfect place for everyone who wants to shake some unnecessary stress. It was that or the advertisement said so. Still, it was not an excuse nor an immunity for any forms of crime.
"They are out there, somewhere…."
The Reaper now stood on top of a random roof overlooking the population. In all his travelling, the Kingdoms and in between them, he never had the chance to see Vale in person. This was his first time. Out of rather skeptic wonders that ran through his head, he decided to stalk in the darkness first. But before he even started his self-proclaimed patrol, he had to mark his territory, after all, in basic understanding, Vale is now under his protection… from any slimy, dirty, twisted influence of the underground people.
It was now out of his common curtesy as an agent to leave behind a calling card for the people to see.
The police siren and the yellow tape over the duchess street corner are the test to that. The backup arrived shortly with the scene of the crime operatives. They rushed to the scene after one of the witnesses called in 911, "What do we have here?" despite partially sober, Qrow quickly followed after them.
"It's 11 in the evening then this shit comes up…" Roman tried to steady himself, "I'm sure it's the usual rubbery that went wrong. Probably, some crock-pot took advantage of the busy crowd" Well, be that as it may, Qrow had to check and make sure that the situation is locked down for investigation.
The man made his way towards the first respondents of the call. The first ones to arrive were 2 Police officers who were found seating by the sidewalk, completely speechless. They happened to be the ones assigned at that time to do a patrol around the area, therefore they were the ones who first saw the horror.
"Report" he softly commanded.
"…" Both men were still stuck in glaze of horror. They looked like little girls shivering after seeing the legendary boogeyman.
For someone like Qrow, that was unprofessional manners, "Speak up! Goddammit. What happened!?"
The officers didn't even looked at him in the eyes, "Sir…..Y-You better… See it for yourself" The first man was terrified but he did his best to keep himself together, while his partner had to rush to the nearest sewer drainage and puke what little he had for dinner. The image of the murder scene suddenly flashed on their heads again.
Qrow sighed in sympathy. Whatever it was, it had his men tormented, forever. He gestured for the medics to aided the two officers.
Roman, on the other hand, shook the last sensation of dizziness away and went straight to the dark alley where the crime scene was. There, he immediately asks one of the operatives of the current situation, "What do we have here?"
The said operative was an investigative photographer, taking pictures of the corpse that was seating on the floor. Leaning against the wall, "The man is roughly 5.9, drunk— I think. He's a human by the way. A member of the local gang 'Triad' judging from the tattoos on his arms and neck" The man gestured to the bag next to the victim, "He was probably delivering these… drugs"
Torchtwick frowned. It wasn't the usual shit after all, rather, it was one of those unending community issues. Shaking his head in disappointment, he knelt down, wear gloves, and reached over the contents, "These are high class 'dust-drugs'. How the hell did that got 'in' in Vale?"
The operative shrugged, "We don't know yet, but it's here now"
Qrow came in next and held another flashlight over the victim, "What else?"
The operative winced before he started, "The man…" he hesitated for a moment, "Do I really have to say it, sir?" Both Roman and Qrow shared a quick look at each other. It was rare to see an operative acting like that. Nevertheless, Qrow shrug and illuminated the dead victim. They had their eyes wide open as sheer horror much worse than some movie, appeared.
Two words escaped Roman's mouth, "Dear, god"
The victim had his insides splattered around the ground. There was some indication of movements like struggling marks along the radius of his posture. He seems to have tried to put his intestine back inside of him. As scary as it looked, still, that was not what silenced Officer Qrow. The victim's head was 'still' in an upright position and the eyes were opened with a dead stare. Before he died, or when he was dying at least, the guy was laughing. Though upon that moment of his death, his expression was somewhat frozen.
Torchtwick had to massage his eyes for a sec, "What an unusual sight… This seems to be too extreme" He started to study the motives and think of the nearest to the best reason for the crime. While Qrow agreed with him, it doesn't look like what the local gang would do because of any turf war. There seems to be something else. Qrow studied the entire scene… In his years of service, this is too unique. The killer— as one would put it— got a little too creative.
"Where's the message?" he whispered.
"Hmm? What was that?" asked the Operative.
Qrow flicked an arm and gestured to the victim, "There's no message here…"
"Message!? Sir. With all due respect, there's a dead guy. A 'Triad' gang member is dead with his innards in his own hands. I think that's enough for a message. In no time, I'm sure the gang would respond with violen—"
"No…" said Roman. It was now his turn to share his assessment, "It's not. Look at him. That is not the message. It's merely a tool to express something else"
The operative was baffled, "That's crazy!"
"Well, tell me noob… What do you think about this, huh?"
Noob? That offended the man a little, "I think it's a hate crime, Sir"
"Hate crime? Really, now?" He shot him an amused smile, "Not your average murder?" now that question silenced the guy. In a sense, it's murder alright, but to what degree? The killer didn't take the drugs which means whoever it was… had no interest in them. The Crime scene seems to be undisturbed too. No signs of a foul play or fight other than that unfortunate citizen who first saw it and had to run stumbling out of the alley, horrified. The operative felt that talking more would only make him look like an idiot.
Seeing the man's reaction made Roman laugh a little, "Hate Crime? Then there has to be more than just this" He gestured to the entire crime scene, "Put yourself in the killer's shoes. If you hated the victim, then why does his face looked untouched? Look at him. There's no black eye, no cut lip, no bruises cause by a punch or any marks registering a murder weapon. For god's sake— He's wearing a smile! See all that gut? Go ahead, look" the man didn't dare to, he had enough of it, actually, "The cut in his stomach came from left to right. The line is remarkably straight— I'll give him that. But the angle gave enough indication of who did it"
"He did it to himself" Qrow answered. The entire line Roman was talking about is the angle itself. If the killer really hated the guy, the cut could have gone a little higher near the diaphragm or anywhere near the chest. Instead, the cut came too low. If it was a hate crime, the killer would have stab the victim again and again until he or she satisfied their rage.
The idea of the man killing himself wasn't new but this? The man did this to himself? That was too absurd, at least for the operative, "He cut his own belly open? Now, that's too much sir"
Roman wave his hand dismissively, "You're probably going to suggest something along the line—'it was the drugs the made him do it', right?"
The man nodded.
"Kid, you're not using you head…" He held up an unused syringe that came with the victim's bag, "or your eyes either… Look at his arm and the drugs" the kid did as instructed.
"These drugs— in order for the best effect— had to be injected straight into the veins. Do you see any marks of syringe in his arms?"
Oddly, there was none. The arms were clean, "It could be the drugs but how was it administered? It can't be through intake by digestion…" Roman was sure about it, "This guy didn't have anything cooking in all of that" he gestured to the guts, "If there was there'd be some traces of digestive… stuff. Also, can't be through inhalation, there's no burn marks of chemical in nature at his nose"
Wow. Roman's quick thinking and analysis really was something else. It's either that or the alcohol did all the talking. Whichever, the operative could only wow at that quick theory of his.
"It's a Crime of Passion…" Qrow finally said. He seems to be staring at something on top of the victim's dead body.
"Bingo! I thought that too but like you said, where's the message? It's too unique and too expressive but what is the point?"
Qrow had to sighed, "You idiot…" he then reached for his partner's head and angularly turn it towards the thing he was looking at the entire time.
"Son of a bitch…"
Behind the corpse… was a wall—Obviously— with an enormous skull that appeared to be cartoonish-ly laughing painted all over. The materials used in the graffiti smelled too familiar and too strong that despite the sight, the officers had to cover their mouths in both disbelief and disgust. It was no paint. It was made out of the blood—probably the victim's.
"The…. Laughing Corpse"
The Reaper smiled as he blended with the crowd behind the yellow tape and a line of Officers pushing the bystanders back, "There's your message..." he whispered. Satisfied with the result, the reaper left the venue… gone without a trace.
"Send the body back to base. We'll need to make an autopsy report first before sending it to the morgue" The rest of the officers nodded but half of them didn't approach the scene right away.
Roman had to lean on the Police car as he ran the possibilities in his head. He may be drunk but that didn't stop his brain to gear up, "This is not good, Qrow" that graffiti alone was enough give him a nightmare.
His partner sarcastically laughed at that, "No shit. Tell me about it…"
"What do you think?" Roman asked, "Is it really the reaper? Like in those stories?"
"No… Its fake… Someone is trying to impersonate the legendary Satan on Remnant— the devil himself"
"How can you be so sure of that? His tales seems to be fading but you saw that shit…"
"Because, Roman… The so-called Reaper, the punisher, … is long dead"
"How can you be so sure of that? The authorities— The people who came before us, never caught the guy"
Qrow took out his scroll, "I happened to know the reason why that alias faded into stories…"
That's a bluff, at lease for Roman, "Really now? Don't tell me you took a bachelor's degree on the reaper cases? But… well, who am I kidding? You are one hell of an obsess maniac when it comes to these kinds of cases"
Qrow wave the compliment off, "We'll need to keep this under wraps…I need to make a call" He began to scan his scroll for a certain contact, "If this goes out… there will surely be panic among the people"
Roman agreed, "Fear…"
"Chaos…"
"And the Grimm… We'll need to inform the Council about this or at lease mayor right away…" Roman suggested.
"The mayor? The Council?" the man shook his head, "No, they'll be the worse ones to tell"
Oh yeah, how could he have forgotten about it? "Political Bullshit, right. Got it" he gestured a thumbs-up, "Oh, hey… who's ya calling?"
"An old friend…"
"A girl or a boy?"
"Why does it matter?"
"Because I don't want to be in a relationship where there's constantly gonna be a third party"
"What!?" Qrow fought the urge to smack him awake, "Forget it. You're still drunk as hell… Ya better call your girlfriend though… We ain't going home tonight"
"Oh~~~" Torchtwick cooed, "You gonna bring me to an expensive motel? My, what a romantic partner you are, Qrow"
"Roman… Fuck you" good thing the receiver of the call didn't heard all of that.
After a few rings, she answered, "Qrow? This is a surprise!"
"Yes, I'm alive dear sister" Believe it or not, that is how he normally greets her.
"You never changed"
The man didn't want his call to go down that way, all reminiscing the old days. He called her for a different reason, "Sure yeah… anyway… Listen, there's something I need to ask. When are you free? Can you go to Vale?"
"I'm a professor, Qrow. I'm afraid I don't have any free time like I used to"
"Fine. I'll drop by… What's your schedule tomorrow? The earlier, the longer, the better"
Oh, hearing that made Raven worry on the other line. It seems he wasn't told about the matter yet… At least Summer haven't yet, "You sure you want to come here at Beacon?"
The inquiry made him curious, "Why? What's wrong about me dropping by?"
It took a few second before she said anything but that short span of silence felt long if it wasn't for the tension Qrow felt. He really needs to ask her now but it was something that needs to be discuss personally.
"She's here…" Raven finally said.
"She? Hmm, She... Wait, as in 'HER'?" Again, what is with him today? Was he cursed or something? This is the 4th time that 'she' came into topic, "Your joking, right?"
"No, I'm afraid I'm not"
"She's 15, Raven. The last time I checked, she's still a student at Signal Academy!"
Raven winced after remembering the examination earlier, "You'd be surprised…" the woman sigh, "Apparently, she's stubborn as you are… Stubborn and creative"
"She's really there!? At Beacon? Training!?"
"No, actually, she's here to have her dental check" Raven sarcastically said, "Of course she's here! Her sister is here too, so what did you expect!? Listen to me! Your daughter is now a student here at Beacon and like it or not… She has her mother's blessings…" That was true. In fact, Raven had to call Summer and check if the girl was allowed to do such a thing. Surprisingly, she was.
"She!— You mean to tell me Summer enrolled her there!?"
"Enrolled? Your daughter had the same god given gifts as you do" Hearing that, Qrow ran to the nearest wall and banged his head against it until it cracked. From a distance, Roman was laughing his ass off, "By gifts you meant the legal way, right?"
"The opposite…."
That's it. He wanted to die now. Can he possibly ask the dead guy over there to switch places with him?
"Why now? Why Beacon!?"
"My daughter passed the exams, all she needs right now is to complete the initiation. She moved here to continue her training. Your daughter didn't want her to leave and... Guess what happened next"
He facepalmed at that, "She followed Yang there… and did something illegal… Please tell me she didn't kill someone…"
"Falsifying documents. That was all… But I'll admit, the papers were good, so good and neat that the Head Mistress was the one who found her out"
"GLYNDA!?" Oh, it was far worse than he initially imagined, "What happened next!? Is she safe!? Is she—"
"Like I said, you'd be surprised" Raven giggled at that, "Your little girl persuaded the Professor after a quick talk with her"
Earlier at Beacon Academy…
To do or 'not to do', that is the question…. She repeatedly said to herself.
The weight of the responsibility solely bares on the woman's shoulders but she wasn't going to complain about it. It was not in her nature to do so. In fact, she was glad. No one should suffer the same fate as she did. However, whatever relief she had on that subject completely disappears after Ms. Niko's current state, flashes in her mind. The People that are closes to her are the ones that suffers because she refuses to play the big part. Always sticking on the important role at Beacon, as she always tells herself.
But the woman had enough. Pyrrha Nikos was going to be the last victim of her stubbornness and all her passive actions until now. Glynda Goodwitch was now forced to the extent that she had to summon 'the Agent' of all people. The Head Mistress always had faith in the person, she never doubted the agent's capabilities. He was a lost soul until liberated by the blonde on one fateful encounter. It wouldn't hurt if she call-in a few favors, now would it? Well it wouldn't be exactly being a favor if it's for Humanity's future.
Glynda made so many mistakes in life. Right now, the agent was not.
A few minutes earlier, she had to send Summer Rose on a secret mission outside the Kingdom. The woman was skilled at what she does, despite being a mother, that is, but Summer was wasn't enough. To be honest, Bartholomew, Winter and the other heads of the Academies are not enough to insure the safety of all the Maidens. Not that she didn't have any faith in them— she did, but the question is always about the punctuality of each movement that went accordingly to her orders or 'will', rather. People will always have doubts, a second thought that makes them human. However, it was the one thing that the blond fears— will always stand in her way. After all, Winter showed it best.
If she wants to act and fight 'him' on equal terms, she had to play his cards right. Yesterday, Glynda sent out a message to one specific agent she knows too well that 'won't' disappoint her. If Humans had the normal nature or tendency to have a second thought about everything, this guy did not. An attribute that she too— quite envy— sometimes.
He was the only person who was told to be nothing but a myth. A hearsay of every drunk bastard or criminal on the street. A mere tale told by parents to scare their children to bed.
The Red Reaper…. Or on a more detailed fairytale…. The Laughing Corpse
Speaking of the secret agent, Glynda sighed in relief. She's been waiting for him all day but the person kept his words when he appeared on the exact time he gave the Head Mistress. He was one hell of a punctual individual, indeed. The room looked like a giant machine, like an inside of a clock tower only more modernized and well build. The gears turned and tick under each complex function. The room was quite lit up with the ceiling lights illuminating the entire office.
There wasn't much of a secrete passage to enter or exit in all of that. The elevator wasn't in use and the windows were closed shut. But there he was standing in the middle of the room, clad in dark blood red robe with the hood on. His face was completely hidden behind another mask, settling beneath the cloak. The man came out of nowhere. A mark of a true agent.
"You called, Head Mistress…" a rather mature – male tone, echoed.
"Yes, I have…." Glynda fixed her glasses and turned to face the man, "You were out of the grid for 16 years now. How have you been?" The woman stood from her spot and took out a small note from her pocket, "I hope Society treat you well?"
"It was…. Livable" she wore a grin in amusement at that. This guy did not lose his rather on point attitude. That reply alone was enough to answer everything the woman might ask of the guy, "Very well, I'm glad to hear that" She gesture for the man to seat but the mysterious stranger indulged to stand.
"I presume that something bad happened? You wouldn't activate me now of all times if it wasn't"
Glynda nod, instead of her intimidating—passive face, a serious one emerge. How amusing, the expression made the Red Reaper smile beneath the mask, "The situation changed…. Pyrrha was attacked" she continued, "She's safe but unfortunately… She's in a coma right now"
The man didn't waste his breath, "You want me to strike back?"
As tempting as it sounded, the blond shook her head, "No… I want you to do something else" She left the note on top of the desk while she motioned to pour herself another cup of tea. The reaper reached for it, eager to read the contents. After a full 2 minutes of silence, the man lowered the note, "I accept this mission"
Just as Glynda had expected. The man won't even question nor did he even ask for specific directives on the mission at hand. The woman couldn't fight the smile back, "Good…. Now on the details…"
She took out her favorite and iconic Data-tablet and pushed in a series of commands, "Here are the things you'll need"
The reaper took the device. He didn't bother to take a look, instead, he hid it within his cloak and turned his back. Before he left though, he took one last glance at the Professor, "I heard a few rumors circling the underground…. Ozpin has his eyes on Vale"
Hearing the name only made her twitch an eye. Irritation started to build in her and he who must not be named is the trigger for it. Glynda let out a tired sigh once again but it was accompanied by a raised hand, as if desperately discording the info, "Please…. There is no need to spill innocent blood… But if he had anything to do with Pyrrha's current state…." Despite the mask, the blond stared at the reaper's eyes, "Remove him…"
The reaper said nothing in response. He only turned—as if by magic— with a swift yet gentle blow of the night breeze, the agent was gone. The good professor is curious, the windows were still close, but she didn't question it any further. After all it was a timely exit as Raven Branwen, the school's second in command, suddenly came out of the elevator, "Good Evening Prof. Goodwitch… As you requested… here are the list of Teams formed after the examination" The deputy head mistress placed the folder on her desk, "I say, this is going to be quite a year for Beacon, wouldn't you agree professor?"
"Yes, it is…" The woman took a sip from her tea and read the list of names when suddenly, she frowned in confusion, "We have 10 new teams for the first year isn't that right?"
"Yes, that's right professor..."
"Each of those team is compromised by 4 members…." Raven nod again, "Then why is there a single student who passed the examination but failed to be in a team?"
Raven was surprised, there has to be some kind of mistake, "May I ask professor, what is the student's name?"
"Oscar…. Oscar Pine"
"Oh… I forgot… my apologies Head Mistress. I'll tend to that right away…. It's unfortunate for Mr. Pine not to be included in a team… 6 candidates for Beacon failed during the entrance exam. They were the ones found guilty of falsifying their transcripts… I have the official report of the said schools… each of them claimed and denied that there were no such students that came and went from their establishment… Minus her"
"I see…" despite the awkwardness Glynda pushed on, "They were the ones I caught cheating earlier…"
She nods again, "I have already prepared a bullhead transport tomorrow morning for them" Raven took the list again and checked each team, "What do you suggest we do for Mr. Pine's situation professor?"
Feeling a bit tired for the night, the blond took one last sip of her tea only just in time for an idea to popped out.
"It is rather troublesome to let the young man enter Beacon without a team… Let see…" She scanned the list again only to pick 4 random names, "I know it's quite late already, Raven… but can you summon these people to my office?"
She showed her the names, "Them!? Ma'am, are you sure?" the girl got an idea on what the good professor was about to do.
"Yes, after all, they look like promising individuals. This desperate attempt is evidence to that" Glynda highlighted one specific name, "In fact, she seems to be a determined soul too. Dare I say, like father like daughter"
Student Dorm Building…
"Ahhh Beacon Academy… Thank god I made it!" Those were the first words he could freely tell himself after he passed the entrance exams. He just spent years preparing for Beacon and the feeling of success of a job well done, rejuvenated his soul. He never felt so happy in his life! Oscar is a boy with a tanned complexion, freckles, and black hair. His eyes have central heterochromia, with green as the main color of the iris and a ring of yellow around the pupils. All in all, the kid is a young lad bearing an innocent-ish figure who looked like— figuratively— can't and wouldn't hurt a fly. Also, he is a new comer.
Oscar took the moment to himself as he slowly strolled in the hallways of his dorm building. He relaxed himself and hummed, trying to do his best to absorbs reality. It was finally official, ladies and gentlemen! He is now a legit student trainee to be a future Huntsman at one of the 4 biggest/prestigious schools on Remnant!
I mean yeah, the 1k item question plus the 4k words essay were a little challenging but he passed it with flying colors. Actually, it was a piece of cake that he'd practically shrug it off and treat it like a joke. Beacon should try and hire his auntie for a change. She's the best when it comes to teaching. By teaching, he actually means beating the education into you until you shit books.
Yup, she's the best.
When he got in front of his designated dorm room, the kid kick that door and slam it open without a care in the world. He marched inside with pride and dignity. The boy threw his bag aside and quickly jumped on top of the nearest bed. Oscar couldn't hide that bright smile on his face, despite looking like he's high or something. Nothing can ruin this day for victory spelled his current mood.
"…"
Wait a minute, why is victory smells like Oakwood and… and is that sunflower he faintly smells? Oscar tried to pin point the origin until his eyes locked at something. Hold, why is there a bra and a pair of a girl's underwear, hanging at the foothold of his bed!?
The search quickly ended with the bathroom door quickly/comically slammed open.
With that loud bang, Oscar found himself strangely eyeing a woman, freshly out of the showers… naked.
He blinked repeatedly. The boy was seeing the real thing. But before he could say a word or react for that matter, the girl spoke first, "What? never saw a naked girl before?" she scornfully said.
"uhmm…" Was he going to answer that? Or run out the window?
"You're—"
The girl wave a hand and cut him off. She made a few steps towards him only to stop after realizing something, "A virgin…" She sighs, "of course you are. You smelled like one too"
"I do?" he stupidly asked himself, "Wait! that's not the point! Why are you naked!?" He covered his eyes and turned around, "And more importantly, what are you doing in my room, lady!?"
The girl could only role her eyes. She ignored him for a sec and reached for her bra, "First of all, it's our room. Second, I haven't had a dissent bath since that joke for an entrance exam. And Lastly, I have a name"
Without putting her bra on… or underwear, she walked straight at him only for her to cup his chin, "It's rude, you know. Staring at a naked lady like that without knowing her name first"
How about perverted? Oscar asked himself. Hold on, she said rude… she said rude!? Was it rude for him to— wait, it was rude. Not the staring part, but rather, how he just ignored the fact that he kicked that door open and didn't even bother to check first it was indeed his room or not. Oscar didn't even check if there was someone occupying the space.
"S-s-sorry! I didn't mean to—" the boy was silenced after the girl suddenly held her index finger against his lips, "You're such a kid… What's your name?"
"O-oscar!" seeing her up close, his eyes dangerously yet slowly drifted dow—"
"My eyes are up here, mister" she sharply turn, "I'm Penny, Penny Polendina"
"H-hi… Can you… c-can you wear some already!"
"Why? Not enjoying the view?" she shot him an alluring smile.
Before anything regrettable… or enjoyable happened, someone knocked on the door, "Wow! getting laid already? Meh, hormones"
Penny raise a brow, "And you are?"
The stranger gave a gentleman bow, "Adam Taurus, yours truly Ms. Kinky lady… It's an honor to meet you"
"A-ah uh!" a voice sounded behind him
Adam slapped himself, "Oh! How could I forget!" somewhat embarrassed, the man moved aside, "My apologies… Ladies and gentle perverted alike… This is Ms. Velvet Scarlantina"
"H-hi!"
Penny role her eyes at that, "Great… more weirdos"
Weirdos!? Oscar immediately threw the blanket and covered her already, "You're the Weirdo here! I said wear something!"
Over the next dorm room…
"I can't believe you cheated your way in here!" Yang slumped on her bed or… whoever it belongs to. All the ideas the girl had before to celebrate her achievement, suddenly disappeared. Learning your little sister cheated and the Head Mistress happens to be the one who caught her bothers the girl so much. Only because Ruby Rose came all the way from home to follower her. And she's the reason why this is all happening. Yang had no one to blame, not Ruby, not Raven, not Summer. No, there's only herself to blame for it.
She should have gone slowly and subtle on how she explained Ruby about the Huntsman and Huntress training program. She! Should have explained why going to Beacon Academy means a lot to her!
"I can't believe the Head Mistress is letting someone like her, to stay with us" said Blake. It was not in her nature to be rude but in her eyes, a cheater is a cheater. She wasn't born and raised from a well classy family to deal with this. No amount of training prepared her in dealing with lesser people. Actually, if it wasn't for the Faunus name, she'd rather spend her time with her family. But no, she had to uplift the meaning of the Belladonna name because the Faunus relies at them too much.
With her black dress with a faint touch of white floral mint white. Her snappy/moody attitude tends to broadcast the wrong message with other people. Which surprisingly, the girl prefers. At lease that way, she can distinguish those who are lower than her and those who are not.
Anyway, going to the reason of the argument, Ruby held her chest tightly. Acting in over exaggerated pain, "Owtch…. I felt ice daggers on that" doing so made Weiss giggled by the byplay.
"Well of course! You're the 'only' one who dared to even do something like that!" shouted Blake.
Weiss stepped in, "Blake, relax! There's no need to—"
"I won't! Have any of you ever thought about what might the other student thinks about our team!?"
"Uhmm…. No" said Weiss. She happens to be pleased with Ruby who was silent in a corner completely indulged in a book right now. Instinctively ignoring the entire discussion.
"Everyone could hav—" Before she even gave her statement, Weiss cut her off, "You're just like that because Ruby here" The snow haired lady took the book and held her in front, "Still got herself in Beacon. Without even knowing if she passed the entrance exam or not, isn't that right?"
"Well, Yeah!"
Now it was Ruby's turn to feel the daggers .Despite weighting almost like a feather, Weiss settled her down, "Then why don't we ask her?" She crossed her arms and glared at little red riding hood in the center, "Ruby… What did the Head Mistress told you?"
Before answering, she first took an item out of her pocket and showed it at everyone, minus Blake. Ruby presented it straight at her face, "To end this pointless arguments… Here is my official school ID"
Blake and Yang couldn't believe their eyes, "I-impossible!"
Ruby threw it at Blake and ran towards Yang. On the moment of impact, the she hugged her tightly despite almost suffocating because of the blonde's bombastic chest, "Oh my dearest sister! Nothing and no one will dare separate us again!"
"RUBY! You're not getting the point here!"
"What point? I'm here, you're here! And there's nothing—"
"What about your friends back at signal!?"
"What friends?"
That killed all the noise. It silenced both Blake and Weiss. Most importantly, it silenced Yang. She stepped on a mine field there, "Look… I'm here to train as a huntress! This is not a joke… Ruby, this means a lot to me"
"I know that why I want to—"
"No, you don't know anything. To you, being a huntress is a joke! Something you're disgusted from the beginning!"
Ruby place her hand on her hip decided to press her motion, "Well maybe because it is! Yang, I don't get it why you want to be one. I didn't get it when we were young and still don't get it now. But that won't stop me from stopping you to be one!"
Lilac turned red, "So that's your goal, all this time!"
Ruby clamp her mouth shut, she slipped, "W-well, yeah… kinda"
"Ruby… is this…" She sigh and massaged her forehead for a sec, "Is this because your mom is always out on missions and your dad is… quit being one?"
The girl didn't answer but she did pout and looked away, "What's so great about being a Huntress? It sucks, you know that!"
"What a day…" that seems to be the best words to accurately summarize all the shit he had to deal with. And shit seems to be the best word in his vocabulary to describe the amount of paper works he had to file in. That was just for a regular day, imagine the special occasions the entire city celebrates. The man could only bang his head against the nearest wall when the thought of the Vytal festival came in his mind. Good thing his partner has a good mouth. The man easily talked some of the cases earlier and settled them quickly so they can finally get a drink at the Crow-bar.
"I really need a vacation… A long vacation away from this, away from Vale, away from paper works and away from you" Although that was sarcastically delivered, Vale's Specialist Major Qrow Branwen of the private security Corps meant every single word. A straight, loyal, hardworking and a dedicated man like him, needs a break from time to time. But how can the man escape the city life if he's— literally— the only guy who the gets the job done?
"I haven't had a day off since I took the job… Seesh, I'd trade the salary for a simpler life if it wasn't for the bills and the retirement benefits!"
"Oh stop complaining, old man!" shouted his partner.
"Complaining? Roman, since when was the last time you went out with your girlfriend?"
The orange haired man got surprised, "I have a girlfriend?"
Qrow had to face-palm, the guy didn't get the message but then he was suddenly drag into a brotherly hug, "I'm kidding! HAHA Look here oh, goody old pal! The more we work our asses off, the more we get paid! Here!" The man took out an item and swayed it at his face, "See how fat and healthy my wallet is? Come on! We'll retire in no time!"
Logically, he made sense. Intelligently, he did not. Qrow just had enough of the city life. He knows that the people change but the streets stays the same. No matter how much effort he gives in keeping the streets safe, the crimes never rests nor will it stop. He gave his 15 years of service to Vale but unfortunately, he made the wrong investment of his time there. The guy could only sigh in regret after realizing that now.
"Get off me you mascara loving lunatic!"
"Lunatic!?" He dramatically gasped, "I'll have you know, these makes me more handsome and quite attractable for the ladies, thank you very much!"
Qrow had to chuckle at that joke. Well, if it was a joke, "Say's the 30-year-old virgin"
"Vir!?—" Again, dramatic gasp, "Well, I could say the same thing to you. You've been single all your life! And I literally mean single! You live alone!"
"So, what?" That was a poor effort in trying to insult him back. He shook his head at that desperate attempt to tick him off. However, Roman Torchtwick knew him better than anyone else… dare he say, he knows Qrow better than his own sister or himself for that matter—goddammit. They've been friends from god knows how long now.
"Family issues? Daddy? Ring any bells?"
Okay, that was below the belt. Qrow saluted the guy with his middle finger, "Shut up, virgin!"
"Come on, brother. I'm the only other best friend you got. Who else would be there for you when you mess up?"
Qrow raise an eyebrow, "Mess up?" his eyes went wide of realization, "How the hell did you know about that?"
Torchtwick shrug a shoulder and took a drink, "A little while back…" He poured another glass of vodka for him, "So, when is she coming to Vale?"
Qrow didn't answer but he did take the glass while sharply looking at him, "You're a sneaky bastard, you know that?"
He shot him a grin back, "Yeah, I love you too" These kinds of talks were normal for the two idiots. A few teasing and unethical blows— here and there— but thank the gods, they were still alive after that, "And by the way… don't use the city life and all the paper works for an excuse. You just need a reason to see her… right partner?
Forehead met the table. Qrow really needs a day off, "I… I don't know…"
Roman liked how the guy looked hopeless, "Don't know what?" he asked, "What to do? Or what to say?"
"Both!"
"Well you probably need to start making a list of excuses, tonight. I'll help pick the best ones tomorrow"
"Fuck you…"
Torchtwick held a finger up, "You know what? Let's start with your communication issues. I heard its rule #1 when it comes to parenting"
"Roman, I swear, you'll lose a tooth or two if you don't stop being an ass, right now"
He could only laugh and raise another glass, "Cheers! To the awkward father that you are!"
Chapter 1 end...
Inspired by RWBY : Knights of Old Remnant: Jaune Arc Chronicles