DiscordArc here, guess who's making an OC on another story again? Yeah, it's this idiot. Woot.
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Without further adieu, begin!
Flashbacks. Blurs. Fogs. Memories. All of these, flowing through my head. Dreams. Nightmares. All in one. Is this my life? Or is it my death?
"KILL. OZPIN."
With a shock, I was jolted awake. Confused, mystified. I've turned and tossed to take a look at the clock. 5:00AM, dawn. A groan. A very unlikely roar. Followed by a defeated sigh. Those were the actions I took upon seeing the time.
"That dream again," said a voice to no one in particular. Ever since I've lost my memories, that dream keeps coming back. Showing up. Like a reminder. Like... a memory.
The voice carried a soft low melody, one that is falling into the deeper side. A male. Definitely a male. A female? Impossible.
The voice belonged to me.
I've glanced at the window. The morning sun seems to still be asleep. Perhaps a chicken would wake it up? Or would it be a Grimm?
Grimm. Monsters with skeletons on the outside. Horrific, yet intriguing. An existence that has lived alongside the dawn of humankind. What are they? Creatures of negativity. They can sense negative emotions and prey on those who wield them. Noise? Very much alike. Faunus? Very much different.
Faunus, an entirely different race. For the Faunus race to exist, it would be such an achievement. A blessing for those who has a fetish over half-animal-half-man races. Where did they come from? A mystery. How are they treated? Like animals. Was this ever fixed? Once, but never. Was the White Fang the perfect solution? Nope.
A sharp pain struck through my system. Origin of the pain seems to come from my head. It's plausible; seeing how I'm thinking of such complicated matters at an early morning. But I know that it came from something else.
With a weary huff, I've exited the bed.
...
Strolling through my apartment room, it has been silent. Empty, but messy. An unwashed plate on the counter. Ah... Last night was rowdy. I forgot to take out the trash. Smelly, pretty dirty. I shook my head.
I've grabbed the plastic bag. The feeling of the plastic material against my calloused palms. Tsk. How annoying.
"I hate fragile things." Muttered a voice that is lost in the matrix. Glitchy. Distorted.
The voice didn't belong to anyone in the room.
It was merely a thought.
One spoken, never heard.
Inside my head.
A sharp pain again.
"Grr... Go away," I've called out to no one in particular. A rather melodic laugh. No, perhaps it was sinister. Especially its changing frequency.
A honk.
"Ah, damn."
With a hurried rush, I've ran down the stairs.
...
Caught up. That giant truck that collects garbage. Made of pure rubbish metal; it's pretty suited for its job.
"Oh shut up."
I've approached the truck. Ah, it's the same Faunus again today. Complete with his messy raven black hair, and dark green eyes. His polo seems to have been unbuttoned recently. It is pretty hot today.
"Oh, 'sup, Vani," called out the Faunus. Faunus. The same race I've described this morning. Were they still discriminated?
"Sup, Joel," I've answered back. For me, yes. But do I discriminate them? No. I'm pretty fond of them.
He took the plastic bag from me, and threw it on the back of the truck.
"Rowdy morning, eh? Did glasses dude make you work all night again?" asked the Faunus named Joel. I chuckled at the nickname he has given the person. Glasses dude. How perfect. Oh how I wish to have this Faunus' humor.
"Perhaps. How was yours?" I've asked. Wait, why am I starting up a conversation? It's not like I would get anything from this guy. This will only drag on for hours on end. I have more important things to do; like taking a shower.
"Pretty horrible. Remember "From Dust Till Dawn"? Yeah, the shop has been robbed again, and I was at the scene as well. Do you have any idea how hard it was to get out of that situation? The police were blaming me just because I'm a Faunus! There are PLENTY of other people in the White Fang that are human too! Did you-"
He rambled on and on, as I've smiled at him to show my politeness. I've only nodded, and chuckled; it's the only thing I can do since I've already shut my ears.
"Anyways, you better get going soon. By the way, nice hairdo, and eye contacts. Are we out there to impress the ladies tonight?" teased my Faunus friend.
"Ah, yeah, take care- wait, what?" I've asked. Panic. Overwhelming fear. I turned on my heel, and dashed up the stairs as fast as I could.
...
Entering my apartment room. The place is messy as usual. I've ran over to the bathroom, and accidentally slammed the door open. Oops. That might've made too much noise. Ah, not like my neighbours would care.
With a hasty turn, I've looked at my own reflection. Perfect face? Check. Haha. I feel like dying. Scar running down from my left cheek to my neck? Check. Alarming silver eye- Oh. My left eye has turned blue. Again. Streaks of white hair on my otherwise perfect straight purple hair? Check. Again.
I felt myself shuddering from embarrassment. Have I really let my Aura go wild that much last night?
Embarrassment. Shame. Humiliated. Uncomfortable. Distressed- wait, all of those are the same. Regardless, they've filled up my thoughts.
"Why must this happen?"
"Perhaps you should've just let me go wild."
An answer.
There was no one in the room.
A ghost?
A Grimm?
No, Grimms can't speak... Can they?
Ugh. Not in the mood for this.
Silence.
No other answer.
Ah wait.
The voice came from my head.
"... Shut up," I've said. I sighed. I might as well roll with this. I'll run out of money if I keep dying my hair anyways. With that, I took my shower, and ate my breakfast.
... ...
It was a sunny day for Vale, and everyone seems to be in high spirits. People roamed the town, greeting at each other. Friends met up together, and headed out for their respective schools. But all of this energy doesn't seem to affect Vanitas Valentine. In fact, he found it quite annoying.
"Why must I be the only one with a rowdy morning?" he thought to himself. Well whatever that was bothering him, he needs to get it off his chest. Today's his first day in beacon after all- not really. He practically lived here, there was not an area he didn't knew. If there was, then it would've been hidden away from him for a reason by the person who adopted him: Ozpin.
However, one thing remains of a mystery to him: why did the person adopt him? For the great Ozpin of Beacon Academy to adopt a person like him, it was quite the surprise. Especially since the person is going through mild amnesia since the age of 13. He's currently 18, and he still has no memories of whatsoever that happened before he became 13. And those words that keep ringing through his mind.
"Kill Ozpin!"
Vanitas shook his head. What was that about? Why did that voice wish for him to kill his father?
"Atonement, huh," Vanitas said to no one in particular. Those were the words Ozpin answered when he asked. He felt confused about it. Why would Ozpin seek atonement for? Regardless, he liked his father; although, their relationship was weird for people. The two were total opposites; while Ozpin remained stoic, Vanitas was expressive. He didn't hide his emotions, unlike his "father". Another difference is how Vanitas is constantly grumpy and rather discontent, unlike his father who was satisfied with anything. But if there was one thing they've held in similarity to each other...
Was their willingness to kill a Human, or a Faunus.
Both people are very cruel if it comes to a certain point; killing people is simply a walk in the park for them. That or their rather laidback personality.
"It's a price that comes during the war, huh," said Vanitas to himself. It was true; Ozpin went through a lot of ordeals, and the current White Fang situation made it worse. Vanitas shrugged to himself.
"I suppose I'll cut the guy some slack," I said. "Ah, here we are." Right now, Vanitas was on the edge of the mountain cliff- looking towards the direction of Beacon Academy.
"Let's get to it then," he said to himself before jumping off the cliff.
"Who killed Cock Robin? I, said the Sparrow, with my Bow and Arrow- I've killed Cock Robin."
With that incantation, he drew his bow and placed it in between his shoulders. The bow was beautiful of pure obsidian, having a Grimm Skull with two long fangs, about the size of Vanitas' arm, on top its handle. The Grimm Skull was something unfamiliar to the residents of Remnant; after all, it was the unknown Grimm that Vanitas' true father, Dior Valentine, slew. Its beautiful limbs were carved with weird designs. It was designed to be able to withstand the pressure of pure dust articulation and manipulation.
The mechanism inside Vanitas' weapon whirled to life as the bow had latched itself on the back of his tattered otherwise perfect black and red cloak, and released two appendages from the lower and upper limbs. The carved out designs protruded and stuck out like thorns, as an eerie dark red aura connected the newly acquired limbs to the fangs.
The transformation of the bow into a pair of skeletal dragon wings is complete, and fully functional. Vanitas did a quick turn and launched himself upwards into the sky. The fire dust was empowering his jetpack, and, with his aura, he has perfect control over it. Now... to see if his Semblance is still under his control.
"Let the experiment begin," said Vanitas with a rather crooked grin. After all, fighting is one thing he enjoyed; but he was still pretty laid back in all of his battles. He let his Aura go loose, and his body was quickly lightly covered with a pale violet aura. He accelerated towards the sea, a little worried over his powers.
Upon reaching his destination, he reached to his back, and pulled out 6 24 inch long needle shaped projectiles, and threw them down at the sea. Upon impact, the needles exploded. That was simply a part of his semblance: Pyrokinesis. "Fire of the Abyss" as Ozpin would like to call it.
"Glad to see that my needle bombs still work. Now, for something else." Vanitas reached for his back again, and brought out two katanas. He threw the katanas into the air, and it instantly turned into balls of flame. He freely manipulated these flames; it was like playing with water for him. He threw it down into the water, causing the balls of flame to extinguish.
"Next." Vanitas engulfed his shoes with metal guards into flames. He quickly accelerated a speed that would almost reach a sonic boom. He willed himself to stop, and saw the trails of dissipating fire behind him. He turned this ability off.
"Good.. Good... Now for the... Ah. 'Abyssal' mode as father would call it," Vanitas said bitterly to himself. He hated using this mode, but he still needed to find out if he can use it. It was nothing different from how he normally uses his Semblance. Luckily, this area of the sea was forbidden for any person to enter; excluding him and Ozpin of course.
He raised his hand, and black-blue fire engulfed it. It was an entirely different type of fire- something that even Ozpin doesn't have the answers to. The fire engulfs and destroys anything it touches; including water. He can naturally summon this fire from within, but it made him feel like a ticking time bomb instead.
"That's enough for today," he said, extinguishing the flames. He left the area in blinding speeds for Beacon; hopefully, none of the innocent bystanders saw him do his tricks.
... ...
Upon reaching Beacon, luckily for him, there was no student around. He softly landed, and tapped the skull on his wings. The bow's mechanism whirled in, and it morphed back into its original form. The bow then latched itself on the cloak, bringing its limbs downward as well. With a huff, he walked towards the school until he heard a loud bang. His senses picked up, and he instinctively looked around in a crouching position. After finding the source of the explosion, he hastily ran towards its direction.
Upon arrival, he saw a short black haired girl with a red cloak being mouthed off by a girl with pure white clothing. The latter's hair was snow white as well, and, despite how well she was dressed, her ponytail was tied to the side. A little farther from them was a girl who was the complete opposite(in terms of color scheme) of the pure white princess, and was more interested in her book which was a good thing; until she decided to join the conversation.
Vanitas could've sworn he could feel the anger from his spot. It didn't take long for the snow-clad girl to walk off. For some reason, Vanitas felt a little sad when he saw her figure.
The black-clad girl followed afterwards, leaving the girl with red cloak behind. Vanitas felt pity for the girl, but he didn't move an inch. After all, there was already someone who was on his way on introducing himself. Seeing as how he doesn't have much to do anymore, he walked off to the Academy's main building where his father is about to deliver his "speech".
... ...
"I'll... keep this brief," said Ozpin. Vanitas snorted at that, causing Glynda to give Vanitas a fierce glare. Please. He has seen Ozpin getting angry at him once. Also, it would look like that Glynda was glaring at nothing. Leave it to the rather dim lighted area Vanitas has chosen on the second floor. Still, he was still quite surprised that Glynda heard him snort; or was it because she knew he was going to snort?
He scanned through the crowd, and saw rather unfamiliar faces; well except for one. Vanitas frowned at the snow-haired girl in which the latter didn't even notice as she was too absorbed to his father's speech. The girl was so familiar, yet so alien to him.
"You travelled here today in the search of Knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you are finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy."
At this, Vanitas chuckled. His father is as blunt as always.
"In need of purpose. Direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time in this school will prove that knowledge will only carry you so far. It is up to you, to take the first step," finished Ozpin, and walked to the side. This motioned for Glynda to take the spotlight. Vanitas looked at his father who gave him a brief smile. He returned the smile, before turning his attention back to Glynda.
"You are to gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow, the initiation begins. Be ready, you're dismissed," said Glynda. Vanitas nodded his head, before leaving the orientation behind to proceed to the ballroom.
... ...
Night came, which caused Vanitas some great distress. He shook his head at the sight before him; countless men flexing their muscles and that ridiculous jump suit being worn by the blonde guy. Hell, even the girls are trying to impress the men by wearing skimpy pajamas; only a few were decent enough to dress properly which included the snow-clad girl and the black-clad girl.
That wasn't his only problem. The next part of his problem was the girls who were checking him out; one of which was a blonde girl with lilac eyes. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and jogging pants that revealed his lean body build. That seemed to make the problem worse, and Vanitas could only roll his eyes. He leaned against the wall before promptly falling asleep.
And so, the morning sun rose. Vanitas was the first to wake up from the rather large amount of students. He didn't really mind it though. He's used to waking up earlier than MOST people.
"Ah, I'm glad you're awake," said a voice that Vanitas knows too well.
"Wake me up after an hour," answered Vanitas before leaning against the wall again. Ozpin tutted at his actions.
"Being a slacker won't do you any good, Vani. You're a hunter-in-training now, you should learn to be diligent." Vanitas rolled his eyes at that.
"Says the guy who slacks around more than I do. How's the paperwork?" Ozpin smiled at this.
"Ah, that problem is being taken care of."
"Yeah. Right. I bet Aunt Glynda is pretty pissed right now." At this, Ozpin chuckled.
"She's fine. She's a very capable huntress."
"Yeah, I know. One of the most powerful huntresses in Remnant, reduced to a secretary. I like it."
"Anyways, I need you to do me a favour." Vanitas looked at Ozpin with one eyelid to motion his father to go on.
"I need you to go down to Emerald Forest along with the others. There has been some alarming increase in the amount of Grimm in the area. While I find this to be the most suitable situation to test their limits, I don't wish to have any potential hunters or huntresses dead." Vanitas raised an eyebrow.
"What's gotten into you, being a softy all of a sudden?" This time, it was Ozpin's turn to roll his eyes.
"I've always seen my students in the highest priority; just next to this school's reputation."
"Nevermind. I assume you want me to become a mediator in this?" Ozpin nodded his head. Vanitas exasperatedly sighed before standing up.
"I better be paid good for this," he said before walking off.
... ...
A few hours later, everyone was up. They were talking to each other how the teams would be made, and how to improve their teamwork. Vanitas, on the other hand, simply remained silent in the background. He watched everyone's movements to get to know them, and he can't help but laugh a little from the blonde boy. He was trying way too hard to impress the girls, something Vanitas found rather amusing.
"Everyone came here to be a hunter or a huntress, yet this guy wants a girlfriend. Is he an idiot or something?" Vanitas thought to himself. The boy suddenly got worried, and was panicking. Vanitas shrugged later on. "Oh well. Not my problem." Now, only a few people were left in the weapon storage area.
The girl with the cloak and the blonde girl were talking to each other, while the snow-haired girl was trying to convince the red-haired girl of something.
"I swear, this country has some addiction, maybe a fetish for hair color," Vanitas mumbled to himself. He turned around, and left the area to meet up with the other students by the cliff.
... ...
"Seriously, launch pads again?" Vanitas asked his father. Ozpin simply gave him a smile. "Oh come on! How are these no even broken yet?"
"They're pretty well-maintained, Vanitas Valentine. If you have more complaints, then kindly speak to me," ordered a middle-aged woman with blonde hair. Vanitas simply rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, Auntie. Is everyone here yet? I want to get this over with so I can sleep," yawned Vanitas. Glynda sighed, then smiled at how her "nephew" was acting.
"Sadly, you're the first one here, nephew. Within a few minutes, the others should arrive," said Glynda with a much nicer tone. She was a nice person; outside her business form anyways.
The others arrived then greeted the instructors. A few of them were staring at Vanitas with confusion when he was standing next to Ozpin without being told off by either instructors.
"Ah, Vani. You should go to your pad now as well," said Ozpin. The rather unruly blonde haired girl giggled at that.
"The name's Vanitas, Sir Ozpin. I don't think it too kindly when people call me like that," hissed Vanitas with mock anger.
"I know. Now, for years, you have been trained to become warriors. Today, your abilities will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest."
"Now, I'm sure many of you have heard rumors of the assignment of teams. Well, allow us to put an end to your confusion. Each of you will be given teammates. Today," said Glynda.
"What? No..." muttered the girl with the red cloak. Vanitas shook his head.
"These teammates will be with you for the rest of your time here in Beacon. So, it's your best interest to be paired with someone whom you can work well," continued Ozpin.
"Uhm.." muttered the girl again.
"The two rehearsed their lines way too much, it's creepy how well their dialogues linked with each other," thought Vanitas.
"That being said, the first person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years!" said Ozpin with a rather playful voice. Vanitas groaned at the implication.
"What?!" exclaimed the red cloaked girl.
"Yep. I'm definitely tired from hearing those lines over and over again."
"See? I told you!" said the orange haired girl.
"After you're partnered up, make your way to the northern end of the forest. You will meet opposition along the way. Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path, or you will die."
The blonde haired guy nervously chuckled, while Vanitas grinned.
"I suppose I should have some fun or two." Vanitas stretched his limbs, preparing for the drop.
"You will be monitored and graded for the duration of your initiation. But our instructors will not intervene. You will find an abandoned temple with the end of the path, containing several relics."
"Relics. Right," thought Vanitas to himself.
"Each pair must choose one, and return to the top of the cliff. You will guard that item, as well as your standing, and we'll grade you appropriately. Are there any questions?" asked Ozpin.
"As if you'd answer them," Vanitas chuckled before pressing the skull on his back. The backpack instantly whirled to life, turning into a bow that fit Vanitas' hands.
"Yeah, uhm, sir?" asked the blonde guy.
"Good! Now take your positions," said Ozpin.
"Looks like I'm the first," said Vanitas before being launched off.
... ...
As he sailed through the air, he couldn't reject the need of having to show off. With a smile, he began firing his arrows in several specific directions. As soon as he was done, the arrows floated in mid-air, waiting to be exploded. The needles formed a skull that caused several of his fellow hunters-in-training and huntresses-in-training to whistle.
Vanitas, being content with his work, turned around and spread his arms. As soon as he made contact with the core of the skull, the arrows exploded almost simultaneously; covering the area with what remains of the fire dust.
"Woah, that guy's suicidal!" called out a girl with a rather energetic personality.
"Not really," exclaimed Vanitas before willing the remaining fire dusts to form into a hovering board. At this, the same girl whistled in appreciation.
"Dang, you have style!" said the girl, before rocketing herself off with her gauntlets that seemed to shoot... bullets?
"That girl's suicidal," muttered Vanitas before sailing downwards. He looked up in the air and saw his batch mates falling down; especially one blond that doesn't know how to land. Near to his position were two girls: the snow-haired girl and the red cloaked one.
Vanitas simply stood there for a while, waiting for someone to find him. I mean, what's the point on trying to find people when they're bound to find you?
"What's the hurry?" asked a girl.
"Hm. About time. Still would be nicer if it was 5 seconds earlier," blurted Vanitas before walking towards the direction of the voice.
"I will not let my mission be delayed because you're too slow," said another girl with a stern voice. It didn't take long for Vanitas to see the two figures before him:
The snow-clad girl, and the red cloaked girl.
"Fate must really love the two to have them to meet," Vanitas chuckled dryly. Suddenly, the red cloaked girl zoomed past next the snow-clad girl, earning two raised eyebrows from Vanitas.
"I'm not slow see, you don't have to worry about me!"
"So... that girl has a semblance that makes her move in incredible speeds. Got it."
"You're about to see a whole different side of me today, Weiss," said the red cloaked girl as she'd placed her arm over the snow-clad girl's shoulder.
"Weiss, huh? Noted."
"You're gonna be like, wow! That Ruby girl is really really cool. And I wanna be your friend." At that point, the girl, named Ruby apparently, ran off.
"Ruby, huh. Noted again," said Vanitas as he'd watched the Ruby girl go up the trees to scout some Grimm. Needless to say, she began jumping off from one tree to another.
"You may be fast, but you still excel at wasting time!" called out Weiss. "Ruby?" asked Weiss, her voice strangely turning into a weary one. "Ruby?" Weiss called out again, before being interrupted by a low hum.
"... Grimm. Beowolves, huh?" said Vanitas before drawing an arrow from his bow. The bow's mechanism is pretty useful. Its limbs act as the Dust Canisters and the skull concentrates the dust to form into a 24 inches long needle. After that, it's entirely up to Vanitas to how many arrows the needle will release. Having a semblance that can freely manipulate fire dust is pretty cool.
He watched as how the Weiss girl fought with the Grimm. Her movements were graceful, precise, but it lacked power. Her knees bent way too much, and it seems like she hesitates before she could even strike.
"... She's nervous, isn't she? She's not used to fighting Grimm," said Vanitas, gripping harder on his bow. He couldn't show up yet; he was waiting for Ruby to make her move. But he couldn't help but feel this overwhelming feeling of protecting the girl named Weiss.
"Why is it?" He asked himself. The Weiss girl rushed forwards, but Ruby suddenly appeared in front of her, slashing the Grimm. "What an idiot," Vanitas face palmed himself. Ruby should've AT LEAST seen that Weiss was already attacking. What ended up was Weiss aiming her attack on a tree instead, causing it to burst to flames. The Grimm attacked Ruby, and Ruby barely had enough time to block. She was pushed back against Weiss, causing a huff from the latter.
"Hey, watch it!"
"Excuse me? You attacked out of turn, I could've killed you!" exclaimed Weiss.
"She's right, alright," Vanitas muttered to himself. Ruby muttered something under her breath, before being cut off by the Alpha of the pack who was howling for reinforcements. Ruby was about to strike again, when Weiss held her arm.
"We have to go, now!" shouted Weiss who was visibly trembling from fear. The two ran off, making Vanitas smile.
"Good call, Weiss," said Vanitas before jumping to the air. He rained down arrows like rain, causing mass panic amongst the beowolves. The arrows instantly pierced through the Grimm, before exploding from the inside. The Grimm disintegrated to the void.
"Oh come on, that was it?! I was hoping for a bit more, like an actual training exercise! I'm not even warmed up," complained Vanitas before groaning. "I knew I should've just slept," he said before following the two.
Well, let's just say he gave up on the two. They keep bickering with each other, and it was getting to Vanitas' nerves.
He reached the temple to find the blonde haired girl, and the black-clad one waiting for the others.
"Looks like you're the first in the party," greeted Vanitas. The two turned to him, and greeted back.
"We're actually not. Hey, name's Yang, and this is my partner... Blake!" exclaimed the blonde girl, apparently named Yang. Blake gave Vanitas a nod, causing Vanitas to nod back. "Uh... where's your partner?"
Vanitas shrugged.
"Don't have one, don't need one. I'm good on my own," answered Vanitas.
"What?! Don't you know that making friends is important?" asked Yang.
"Special case. I'm an extra student this year. It's either there's gonna be five members in one group which I doubt Wizard of Ozpin would permit, or I'll be on solo flight."
"So you must be really skillful to be able to get enrolled this year," remarked Blake.
"I'm not really. Just a guy passing through," said Vanitas before walking towards the relics. He groaned upon seeing them. "I knew it. Dad, whatever you are planning, I hope it goes well," he thought to himself. He grabbed what seems to be a red horse chess piece, before putting it inside of his red cloak.
"Y'know, your cloak reminds me of my sister, Ruby," said Yang.
"Met her earlier. She's awful with people. Well, maybe with Weiss."
"Really?! Where's my sister?"
"Not sure. I think she-"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" a voice tore through the woods.
"Wait, did you guys hear that? What should we do?"
Blake pointed upwards, and I've looked up as well. There was Ruby who was falling towards Yang, who was then met with Jaune before the two crashed with each other to the tree on the side.
Well that was a long sentence.
"... There she is."
"Did your sister just fall from the sky?" asked Blake.
"I..."
Then, they were interrupted by a loud hum, then a girl shouting. There was the girl riding on an Ursa before it fell down, dead. The girl zoomed past us and began singing. She has chosen a rook for her piece as it seems.
"Nora!" yelled a guy's voice.
"Hehe, coming Ren!" said the girl, Nora.
"Did that girl just ride in on an ursa?"
"I..."
Then came in the Death Stalker who was chasing the red haired girl with greek-themed armor.
"Jaune!" the girl called out.
"Pyrrha!" shouted Jaune. Ruby jumped off from the tree they were on. "Ruby!"
"Ruby?" asked Yang.
"Yang!" called Ruby. They were about to high five when Nora suddenly appeared between them.
"Did she just run all the way here with a Death Stalker on her tail?"
"Grr... I can't take this anymore! Can everyone just chill out for two seconds before something crazy happens again?" asked Yang. The boy, Ren, caught up to the group, and stood next to Nora. After two seconds have passed, Weiss yelled down from the Nevermore on top of the group.
"How could you leave me?!" shouted Weiss.
"I said jump!" shouted Ruby.
"She's gonna fall," said Blake.
"She'll be fine," said Ruby.
"She's falling," said Ren.
"I know," continued Vanitas who kicked up his gear, and jumped high. He caught Weiss on his arms, causing Weiss to look at him rather surprised, and dreamily.
"Oh come on!" complained Jaune who was on the air as well, on the way to catch Weiss. Jaune fell face first to the floor, as Vanitas and Weiss landed safe and sound.
"Tha... Thanks," muttered Weiss. Vanitas shrugged.
"I'd do it in a heartbeat," said Vanitas before looking back at the Death Stalker and the Nevermore on top of them. The Death Stalker threw Pyrrha towards the group.
"Great, the gang's all here. Now we can die together!" said Yang with pure sarcasm.
"Not if I can help it," said Ruby who ran off towards the Death Stalker.
"Ruby, wait!" shouted Yang.
Ruby tried to strike the Death Stalker, but she was knocked back. She got up to her feet, and looked towards the group.
"Don't worry! Totally fine," said Ruby. She shot at the Death Stalker for good measure, before running away.
"Ruby!" shouted Blake who ran towards Ruby as well.
"Why won't she use her semblance? She's way faster than anyone of us!" asked Weiss.
"You can only use your semblance when you're calm. Panicking will make the semblance unstable for you, and that." Vanitas raised his bow, and fired arrows with the same amount of the feathers thrown by the Nevermore. Unfortunately, Yang was forced to stop; being encapsulated by feathers and all.
"Ruby, get out of there!" shouted Yang.
"I'm trying!"
The Death Stalker raised its tail, but Weiss was already in action. By seemingly placing her weapon in Ice gear, she dashed forwards and struck the ground. The tail stinger was inches away from Ruby, but she was saved from her death. Vanitas smiled at their interaction, before turning his attention back at the Nevermore.
For some reason, there were TWO Nevermores now.
"Oh, give me a break," said Vanitas, before cracking a smile. Ruby seems to have noticed as well, and motioned everyone to follow her. Vanitas shrugged before complying to her demands.
... ...
They've reached an area with ruined buildings. The two Nevermores sat on opposite sides of the tower.
"Well that one's great," commented Yang.
The Death Stalker rushed through the forest. It was charging towards the gang.
"Oh man, run!" said Jaune.
"Nora, distract it!" said Ren, before leaping off a boulder. At this, Vanitas smiled. His inner "commander" mode kicking in. Well, he likes to call it his bossy mode.
"Ruby, Weiss, Yang, Blake, the four of you deal with one of the Nevermores. Pyrrha, Nora, Ren, Jaune, the four of you deal with the Death Stalker. I'll handle the other Nevermore. Don't ask questions, just go!" shouted Vanitas. No use in hiding of what he can do now, right?
Ruby's team were grouped together on the tower, luring out one of the Nevermores. Yang was shooting at the Nevermore with a rabid craze, while Jaune's team were fighting the Death Stalker. Where's Vanitas you might ask?
"Right up here!" shouted Vanitas with glee who have already morphed his bow into his wings. He fought the Nevermore in even footing; well flying to be literal. As the Nevermore shot its feathers at Vanitas, Vanitas would reply in kind with his concentrated dust needles. The needles were packing really hard punches at the Nevermore, seeing as how it looks severely beaten whenever it flaps its wings. Not to mention that the needles were exploding inside the Nevermore's flesh, eating it inside out quite literally.
He grabbed another concentrated needle from his wing, before throwing it at the Nevermore. He drew 6 more, and seemingly shot them towards the flying Grimm. The needles hit their intended areas before exploding, causing the Nevermore to wail in pain. Can birds wail? Vanitas wasn't sure. He was having fun regardless.
"Come on, come on!" said Vanitas, taunting the flying beast to charge at him. Fortunately, the beast took the bait.
"Jackpot," using the line from his favourite character: Dante. With one final concentrated needle that was overflowing with power, he chugged it straight to the Nevermore's throat before willing it to explode. The Nevermore's head exploded to pieces, as its lifeless body fell to the ground.