Hello, new readers! 'Tis I, rwbyfan5! What you see before you is a series of trailers depicting the OCs that will appear later in this fic. Consider it a kind of "taste test" so you know what kind of story you'll be reading. If you want to skip, that's fine. This is not important to the rest of the story. Anyway, read or skip your call. But no matter what, please enjoy.
"Purple trailer"
A lone figure walked into the training arena. He wasn't all that tall, but he wasn't short either. He had purple hair, yellow eyes, and a green t shirt with gray jeans. He appeared bulky under his shirt, which were a few sizes too big. Once he stopped, the exercise began.
A small army of androids appeared, all armed to the teeth. The boy seemed anxious, but not hesitant. He took a deep breath, and charged at them. They fired a volley of bullets at him, all hitting their mark. The boy made no attempt to dodge the attack and remained largely unaffected, not even slowing down. A blade attached to a metal coil shot of of his sleeve faster than the eye could catch and chopped the nearest robots in half with a long swipe.
Another coil shot out of his other sleeve, but this time it was some kind of mechanical grabber. It latched onto an android's head and tore it off. He kept attacking for a few moments before he decided that he had enough debris to work with. He lifted his hand and concentrated. Suddenly, a large tornado appeared and picked up all the wreckage the boy had produced. The broken bits of robot were then launched at the remaining androids at high speeds, destroying them.
A buzzer sounded, signaling that the training exercise was complete.
"Well done, Mr. Anemone." Prof. Goodwitch said from the stands, "You should be able to qualify for the tournament just fine. Up next is Mr. Machina."
"Brown trailer"
The grinning teen stepped onto the training arena. He'd seen it coming, just as he saw everything. Well, not everything, just a lot of things. Anyway, the droids were all geared up and ready. He saw the shots being fired, and quickly dodged them before they even left their chambers. He had to pay extra attention to moving his tail, it was always the last thing on his mind when he was doing this sort of thing and he didn't want to get it damaged. He was very proud of his tail, even if it came with a lot of hate from the humans, and needed special pants. His thoughts snapped back to the situation at hand when a bullet narrowly missed his face.
He decided he'd had enough fun, and needed his weapons. He reached to his sides and pulled out two pistols. All shots he fired resulted in headshots, quickly disabling the robots. One managed to sneak behind him and almost skewered him, but he turned just in time and blocked the attack with the knives attached to the top of his guns.
He pressed a button on the sides of his pistols. The barrels flipped upward, and the knives slid down to the hilt. Keeping his finger in the trigger guard, he spun his weapons at blurring speeds and hacked the android to pieces. Looking around, he saw that he'd downed the last one, and his grin grew. A buzzer sounded, signaling that he was done.
"Well done, Mr. Machina. That's all the time we have, have a nice day. And remember to study."
"Gray trailer"
Five trucks traveled down a deserted road single file, each one carrying crates of stolen dust. The men that had stolen them were wearing black business suites with creepy pedo-stuches. It was dark, but the frontmost driver could make out a figure standing in the road. He would've just run him over, but that would attract attention that they didn't want, so he slammed on the brakes. The driver opened his door and got out. This close, he could now see that it was a kid, maybe fifteen years old. He had shaggy brown hair with gray wolf ears poking out, gray eyes, and some kind of weird chain mail over his torso.
"Hey, what's the hold up?" Asked a goon from inside.
"Nothin', just some mutt. I'll take care of it. Hey, kid! Didn't your mama ever tell you not to be out this late?"The driver yelled. The teen smirked.
"Didn't your mama ever tell you that stealing is wrong? You guys weren't exactly hard to track: Five creepy looking trucks driving single file, driven by even creepier looking thugs." The driver's eyes widened behind his shades.
"You little punk!" He pulled out a red sword and charged at the boy.
The teen's smirk grew to a grin, and a mechanical whirring was heard from his arms. A pair of brass knuckles wrapped around his fists as he reared. The goon went flying back, making a dent in his truck. The others were alerted by the noise and came out with their weapons drawn.
"Get him!" One thug yelled. The boy rolled his eyes.
"Really? 'Get him'? Well, I guess you weren't hired for your originality."
Jetfire came out of his elbows and he flew over to them. He went threw them like bowling pins, then landed to finish off the rest. When he was done he looked around, scanning the area for any more. Down the road, he saw one trying to flee. He raised a hand, and a blade attached to a long chain launched out of a hidden compartment in his vambrace, wrapping around the henchman.
"Get over here!" The boy shouted, giving homage to his weapon's namesake.
The goon was tossed at him and he punched him in the face, using the jets attached to his weapon to fuel the blow.
Now satisfied that his work was done, he called the police and left. He'd gotten his thrill for the day, however momentary.
"Blue trailer"
On a distant hill, a shadowy figure looked through the scope of a silenced sniper rifle and found his targets. The shadow that the hood of his jacket cast over his face was unnaturally dark, obscuring his features completely. Down below were several White Fang goons transporting a large crate. The hooded teen didn't know what was in the crate he just knew that it was probably bad.
This was the difference between the boy's brother and himself: One like to get in his enemy's face, up close and personal, while the other liked to take his time and line up the perfect shot. One thing they shared, though, was the rush. The adrenaline pumping through them as they beat the living shit out of their enemies. This used to be done in video games, until...IT happened.
The teen shook that line of thought away and refocused. He could get maybe two or three shots off before his location was discovered, he'd have to use them well. Deciding to take out the one's with the biggest guns first, he lined up and fired.
*Pit*...*Pit*
Two metallic clicking noises were all that were heard as he took them down one at a time. It always surprised people how quiet his gun was. In a world where the weapons are loud and flashy, his weapons were designed not to be seen or heard. The criminals below, however, were starting to notice.
*Pit*
"He's over there!" Said one of them.
A sound that might of been a small chuckle came from under the boy's hood as he disassembled his gun into it's two original shapes: A black Katana, and a silenced pistol. The teen leaped down and rushed at them with his sword. The first thug went down easy enough, but the second saw it coming and blocked. Another chuckle came for the boy's hood as his blade suddenly crackled with electricity. It went through his foe's sword and into his body, making him writhe with pain as he fell.
Only one left, and his new opponent stared into the endless blackness that was the face of his enemy. In the end, the henchman dropped his gun and ran. The teen's chuckling evolved into laughter as he watched the coward run, then he turned to open the crate. However, a foot burst out of the box, causing a large hole. From out of this hole steapped a very large fanus with rhino horns in a White Fang uniform and with a very big sword.
"We knew that one of you would try to stop us! Show me your face, so that I may know who I kill this day!" The man roared.
The teen's head quirked, as if in thought. Then, slowly, he lifted his hood off of his head.
"Take a good look, tough guy, 'cause this is the face of your defeat!" The boy said with forced bravado.
He had light brown hair with black cat ears, turquoise eyes, and a manic grin.
He always thought it best that people thought him over-confidant, as opposed to the gut-wrenching fear he usually felt when fighting up close. But this was definatly the rush he'd been looking for! The teen charged at the larger man as fast as he could, struck, and...promptly bounced right off of his hulking opponent. The man laughed and raised his sword high.
"You think THAT would injure ME?!" He said cruelly.
The teen needed time to think. Obviously, this guy either had some kind of invisible armor on, or his aura was unlocked and this was his semblance. The thought that his aura protected him entered and exited his mind. If it was aura, he'd of still taken some kind of damage. Also, he decided that armor was out of the question as well: This guy liked flashy, not subtle, he wouldn't want his armor to be invisible. So, semblance it was. How to get passed it? The boy's smile became genuine as he came up with a plan. He wanted to fight with super powers? Fine!
"It's story time, bitch!" He laughed and raised his hand dramatically, he was as much a showman as he was a huntsman.
A cloud of darkness shot out of his sleeve and into his opponent's face. The larger man yelped and tried to swat it away. The teen laughed as this man, like so many others, mistook his semblance for some kind of black gas. As his foe tried to get away from this blinding cloud, the boy sheathed his sword and snuck behind him. Blue designs appeared in the teen's gloves as he pressed his hands against the rhino fanus' back. The man suddenly screamed as several volts were pumped through him. After a few minutes of this, he finally fell unconscious. Or had a heart attack, the boy didn't know. He called the police and left, wondering if his brother had gotten as good a fight as he did. After all, this was a hobby they shared, even if they didn't like to share bad guys.
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