Anyway the inspiration for this piece was one part my obsession with RWBY and a picture that I saw when I was idly searching through the internet at Godzilla pictures. Particularly the ones that have our favorite King of Monsters human/humanoid. My current favorite is the G.F.P.P. The Godzilla Female Personification Project, therefore I will be using that as my inspiration for the appearances of the Kaiju that will be appearing in this piece.
Not every Kaiju will be female however I will be sticking to the theme that RWBY has in that a lot of the prominent Kaiju will be females.
The land that the Kaiju inhabit is the continent that looks like a dragon in the north western part of the map. They are considered the Fifth Kingdom however their borders have been completely shut off for the past couple hundred years. At this point most people consider them urban legends.
This all occurred while I was going on a The Games We Play by Ryuugi binge and as such you will find some shout outs to his masterpiece.
RWBY belongs to Roosterteeth while Godzilla belongs to Toho. I own nothing.
-Edited on 26NOV16- Changed a few things, nothing really serious.
-Monsters of Remnant-
"-agedy has struck as Inter-Kingdom Flight number 4756 disappeared over Fafnir late last night. Prior to the disappearance the pilot reported having to deviate from the scheduled flight plan due to a large flock of Nevermore appearing in their flight path."
Shatter
A ceramic plate, lovingly decorated with childish drawings, slipped from boneless fingers to crash to the floor. The plate broke into jagged pieces but this was only dimly recognized. Horrorstruck eyes locked onto the small monitor that they had in the kitchen, desperate for anything, anything at all that would tell her that her baby was safe.
"Less than an hour later the CCT lost all track of Flight number 4756, prompting a massive manhunt. The wreckage was found earlier this morning floating within Skragg Gulf. Of the fifty-nine passengers of the tragic Flight, only seven still drew breath with five of that number perishing before they could be helped."
Two. Two chances for her baby boy to be safe. She knew that she was cruel to hope that the other fifty-seven people might have died in his stead but she would apologize to those people in Hell as long as he was safe.
Pictures of the survivors were plastered over the screen and Isabella Arc, matriarch of the Arc family and mother of nine, felt her heart shatter.
The pictures left the screen but Isabella looked on with dead eyes, not really paying attention to the outside world.
Her youngest child… her baby boy…
The one child who she thought would be safe. The only one of her children who she would never have to stay up late at night, waiting for that dreaded phone call telling her that her string of luck had finally run out, that the Grimm had finally claimed a soul from her family. Taken by a freak storm.
Brrrring. Brrrring.
A scroll lying on the counter unnoticed until now lit up, showing the picture of a blond man with a smile that felt entirely inappropriate right now. Under the picture the words Daddy flashed bright white. Jacques thought he was funny when he changed his contact on her scroll, the thought came unbidden. As if in a dream the statuesque blonde pawed for the scroll, missing the first two times before she finally picked it up.
"Hello, Arc residence this is Isabella speaking how can I help you?" she spoke softly into the receiver, her voice barely registering in her own ears.
"Listen honey, I just saw the news." The voice of her husband cracked with barely suppressed anguish. "I want you to sit down and remain calm, I'm calling in a favor with a pilot I know. I'll be in Vale in less than five hours." Why would he be coming over? Isn't he supposed to be meeting Jaune in Vacuo right now?
Understanding dawned on her then. Her baby boy, Jaune, was gone. And like that the world was pulled out from underneath her. Sobs racked
Isabella's body as she sunk to the floor, clutching her scroll to her chest.
"Mommy?" Bright blue eyes, clear as the sky itself peaked from around the corner. "Mommy what's wrong?"
Wordlessly Isabella gestured for her youngest daughter, Jaune's twin sister, to come and join her, causing for her little girl to dash into her arms. Through her broken sobs, Isabella explained to her daughter why her brother wouldn't be coming home anymore. Jackie's tears joined her mother's.
-Monsters of Remnant-
What separates a man from a monster?
Black icy waves surged across the bay around him, pulling and dragging him beneath the depths. Every time he would manage to reach the surface a wave would slam back down on top of him.
Is it how he holds himself? The way he looks?
His body was aching, his lungs burning but still he fought on, clutching a big white sheathed sword in his left hand as he desperately tried to tread water. There had to be land around here somewhere.
What about his personality? His friends?
There! He could see a beach. He's going to make it!
None of that matters to a monster.
Revitalized by this discovery, the young boy renewed his struggle, pushing himself even further.
In the end, conviction is the deciding factor.
After what felt like an eternity, the boy could feel sand beneath his feet. Sweet glorious sand!
A hacking cough forced its way from his throat as his lungs demanded air and he fell gasping for breath in the sand.
For when a man is truly convinced that he is in the right…
Rolling over onto his back, the boy stared through wet blonde hair and let a hollow chuckle spill from his lips.
He is capable of doing great and terrible things.
"I'm alive." He said, in a voice that he almost didn't even recognize. A five-minute rest, he decided, then he would try and find shelter.
The line between man and monster is a thin one.
Five minutes turned into ten which turned into twenty which turned into thirty and before he knew it the boy had been on the beach staring up at the sky for almost an hour.
Crrch. Crrch.
A pair of black boots, the sturdy kind that you would wear while hiking, came into view out of the corner of his eye. Glancing in that direction, the boy froze as he locked eyes with his visitor.
The real question is…
Sky blue locked onto burning orange.
How far is the man willing to go?
-Monsters of Remnant-
Welp let me know what you think! Ta ta.