Alright let's get this out of the way.
You might notice how this seems to be more of a Bloodborne/RWBY crossover than a Dark Souls/RWBY crossover. Well two things:
1: It's actually a crossover between Rwby and Demon's Souls, Dark Souls, AND Bloodborne. Why will be 'revealed' (I'm a fan of Miyazaki's 'some details, mostly hints' storytelling) in the story, or you could PM me and I'll be happy to explain it for you.
2. There isn't even a Bloodborne fanfic section yet let alone a crossover one so if people are really insistent then I'll change it as soon as I can, but until then it's here to stay.
Also I do not own RWBY, Demon's Souls, Dark Souls, or Bloodborne.
And here we go.
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It was raining. A soft breeze swept through the forest.
He fell on the ground gasping for air, which he might not need. Pushing himself up he ignored what looked like a chunk of the night sky floating nearby and made his way to the ornate coffin lying near him.
She came first; now and always.
He only lifted the lid enough to stick his head in; he didn't know what water would do to her. After a minute he stepped back, good, she wasn't hurt, and closed the top. He half walked half stumbled over to the mass of cosmos and took a breath. He raised his hand and with a swipe of his hand the hole closed, leaving no trace of it having ever existed at all.
One could be forgiven for thinking that for a moment his hand had resembled a claw.
He made his way back to the coffin now completely stumbling, so it wasn't very surprising when he finally tripped and landed partly on the ground but his front splayed over the coffin. He eventually lost the fight to keep his eyes open and fell asleep.
And then he dreamed.
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Glynda Goodwitch silently looked out onto the Emerald Forest from inside of the Bullhead. In the seats behind her team JNPR sat with the Valkyrie girl talking excitedly about what sounded like a dream she'd had while Mr. Arc and Ms. Nikos listened on with the look of one who's heard a story enough times to tell it themselves and Ren correcting her often enough to prove he could.
Ozpin had requested she, and JNPR after realizing the potential for a (relatively) safe evaluation, investigate unusual Grimm activity in the Emerald Forest. And while it wasn't strange for the Grimm to converge on points, most often the result of a very unfortunate hiker, what was strange was that the Grimm seemed to be actively avoiding the area. Along with all the cameras in the area going down Ozpin, and all the other teachers, were very eager to discover the cause.
At least it had stopped raining.
After they'd finally landed, just outside the dead zone they weren't sure if it was just cameras or all electronics, Glynda stood silently waiting for Jaune to decide on what they're next course of action would be, this was an evaluation after all. After looking at her nervously for a few seconds, he finally looked to his team and spoke up "A-Alright we're looking for something that's messing with the cameras, so everyone split up into pairs Nora you're with Ren, Pyrrha with me, and um-" he glanced nervously at Ms. Goodwitch.
"I am sufficient on my own Mr. Arc," Glynda responded.
"R-right and call in when you find something," he looked back to her, "right?"
Glynda nodded silently and began making her way through the trees.
After she left Pyrrha patted Jaune on the shoulder reassuringly, eliciting a small smile in response and they moved off in a different direction than their teacher had taken while Nora zipped off into the forest with Ren following her at a more sedate pace.
Meanwhile a Hunter dreamed.
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White mist rose for a few feet off the ground, gently twirling through the air, before fading away to give the air a faint cloudy quality and rendering the ground indistinct unless one looked straight down.
From his place atop the coffin the Hunter paid attention to none of this, more than used to it by now. He instead focused on the feeling of Doll running her hands through his hair while his head lay in her lap. Ever since it had grown back she'd seemed almost enamored with the white strands, a result of his less-than-healthy eating habits before venturing to Yharnam after which they had ceased entirely; unless one counted the blood, playing with it or 'combing' it whenever she got the chance.
She failed to see the irony.
Leaning against the impromptu seat/bed laid the Burial Blade, a final 'gift' from Gehrman which one of his hands hung by lazily. The same hand that was now being tugged on, lifting it up he spotted the source: a small vaguely human creature with pale, green skin and sunken black pits for eyes. He moved his hand over and let the Messenger off onto his stomach where he/she/it curled up and seemingly went to sleep.
He huffed and leaned back, his arm going back to resting within easy reach of the Burial Blade, while he wasn't as fond of them as Doll was, he had begun to see how they could, vaguely, be considered cute. That they acted a lot like cats definitely helped. He'd always liked cats.
After resting for a few more seconds he sighed internally, he didn't want to ruin the pleasant moment but they needed to decide on a course of action, "Doll."
Her fingers stopped but didn't retract. He tried not to look disappointed, they were surprisingly soft.
"What should we do next?"
She tilted her head and thought it over. "It matters not to me, so long as I remain by your side." Having said her piece she went back to playing with his hair.
He sighed outwardly this time, he hadn't expected any differently but he'd been hoping for at least something; though he didn't really have room to talk, as long as he was with her nothing else really mattered to him either. Though now that he thought about it, did they have to do anything? He was pretty sure he didn't need food or drink and she was a doll. If they chose to they could remain in this clearing for the rest of their lives, however long they may be.
Instead he looked back to her staring intently in a way Patches had once described as, 'profoundly persuasive'. Or 'profoundly terrifying'. They both meant the same with Patches; he was going to miss that coward.
The Plain Doll just gave off the impression of smiling; she couldn't actually make expressions, and added "Though finding a new house would be preferable."
He smiled, though it was hidden by the mask, at the small, though also large, achievement.
Then he felt something approaching, Doll and the Messenger must have sensed it too because he/she/it jumped off and faded into the ground while Doll seemed to smile sadly. He placed his hand over hers his message clear, I'll be back soon. She removed her hands from his head and he put his hat on.
He closed his eyes.
He opened his eyes.
His gaze met that of the boy in green and girl wielding a hammer.
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"Found it," Ren said into his scroll only to be answered by continuing static, so it wasn't just cameras being affected. However they'd come prepared. Pulling out a flare gun Ren pointed it up and pulled the trigger, sending a red stream up into the air which the others would hopefully see.
He turned back to the person lying on the coffin in the clearing who, though they were too far away to see, they could feel glaring at them. It was probably the only reason why Nora hadn't gone running up to him… yet.
"Ooh, ooh, Ren what do you think is with the coffin? Do you think it's his weapon, oooh, do you think it shoots anything? Bullets? Rockets? Littler coffins?"
"Nora,"
She stopped and looked at him "Yeah?"
"I don't think that's his weapon," Ren had seen some rather… creative weapons used by fellow Hunters but a coffin was taking it a bit far. "He has a sword."
Looking back Nora noticed that, yes, next to him was a heavily curved sword.
Nora pouted "Aah, coffin gun." Ren pat her shoulder and examined the stranger as well as he could from the edge of the clearing. He'd go closer but…
He eyed the knife embedded in a nearby tree at eye level.
…Ren could take a hint. The man was dressed oddly, to say the least. A duster, tricorn hat, and face mask along with gloves and large boots made it so that little to none of the actual person could be seen, with his coat and pants being dark grey and everything else various shades of black he looked almost like a living shadow.
This made the coffin stand out all the more, which was really saying something. Though for the most part made of a dark metal, the locks, handles, and an engraving on the front; which the man mostly blocked, looked to be made of copper which, judging from the shine visible even from there, had been polished recently.
Ren turned his head and nodded in acknowledgement when Jaune and Pyrrha came through the bushes behind them. Then he checked on Nora who'd been unusually quiet for the past few minutes which was never a good sign. And she was gone.
'Oh, please, please let her have not-'
"Why's Nora walking up to the guy with the coffin?"
'Why Nora, why?'
"Also who's the guy with the coffin?"
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'Honestly Ren, nothing's going to get done if you just wait around all day,' Nora thought as she approached the stranger who seemed to get angrier the closer she got. But Nora wasn't too worried about that the guy had seemed like he was sleeping before and was probably just cranky from waking up, she knew Ren could get really irritable when woken up. Not with her but one time he'd sent Jaune running with just a glare. Ha, that'd been hilarious. Enough reminiscing though, having gotten moderately close and completely ignoring the others shout-whispering for her to 'get back here he could be dangerous' she spoke up "Hi!"
The Hunter just stared at the strange girl for a second before raising a hand and waving it.
Nora smiled, "SO I'm Nora, what's your name?" Now that she was closer she could make out the white hair peeking out from the back of the hat.
The man, she was pretty sure it was a guy, shook his head slowly.
"You won't tell me your name?" Nora asked.
He pointed at himself and shook his head again.
"You don't have one?"
He nodded.
Nora gasped in, no not sympathy, excitement. "Does that mean I can name you?!"
His eyes widened in terror.
"Nora!" She turned around.
"Yeah, Ren?"
"Please don't run off like that,"
"But we were just sitting there and it was boring!"
The Hunter watched the two converse in confusion. So they weren't here to kill him? Granted they hadn't shown any hostile intent earlier but well… Old habits die hard. He sighed; he'd better apologize for threatening them then.
He coughed, interrupting their decidedly one sided conversation and bringing their attention to him. "My apologies," They both blinked. He pointed at the tree with the knife in it. "Threat." Gods it still didn't feel right when he talked, it never had since his tongue was cut out when he was thrown into the asylum.
Wait asylum? When was-
He groaned gripping his head. Damn memories. Damn Eyes.
However neither Ren nor Nora noticed this instead figuring out what he meant by 'threat'' "He thought we were Grimm," Ren said, relaxing now that he knew Nora hadn't just run up to a potential murderer. "Apology accepted," he nodded to the stranger.
The Hunter nodded and went back to lying on the coffin.
Before Ren could finally ask just why the man had a coffin Jaune and Pyrrha walked up and Jaune beat him to it.
"What's with the coffin?" Jaune's answer came in the form of the mystery man glaring at him as if he'd just insulted his mother. Jaune chuckled nervously and stepped back. The Hunter huffed and went back to lying against the coffin.
The group stood awkwardly for a second before Ms. Goodwitch stepped out of the tress and, with a glance at the stranger, made her way over to JNPR. "Team JNPR report."
"Ah," Jaune spoke up "Ren and Nora found him," he gestured to the stranger, "and sent up the signal, Ms. Goodwitch."
"He is the source of the abnormalities?" Glynda pointed at him.
"Uh, we think?" Jaune responded.
Glynda sighed and directed her attention to the man. She looked confused at the coffin but ignored it for now. "Sir?"
…
"I believe he's fallen asleep," Pyrrha said.
Glynda frowned and spoke louder this time, "SIR."
This time his eyes cracked open and he raised his head groggily. He stared at Glynda accusatorily. JNR barely suppressed laughing, not many people dared show anything but the utmost respect to Ms. Goodwitch. Pyrrha just sighed.
"Are you responsible for the dead zone?"
He blinked then after a moment shrugged.
Glynda frowned down at him and opened her mouth-
But was cut off when he raised a finger. He frowned in concentration for a few seconds then:
"Glynda! Can you hear me?" Ozpin's voice spoke up over her scroll. Glynda blinked down at it, threw a glance at the coffin-man, and answered.
"Yes, Ozpin I can hear you. We found the source of the disturbance and he's agreed to stop."
"Yes, we can see that now. However, congratulations will have to wait because with nothing keeping them away anymore the Grimm are converging on your location. We're sending a Bullhead but you'll have to hold them off until it gets there."
"Understood," she ended the call and looked to JNPR. More specifically Jaune.
He stared back, what was- "Oh! Uh, take up defensive positions everyone."
They nodded and left to do just that. Jaune turned towards the mystery man, he didn't look scared but, hey, Pyrrha didn't look insecure. "You wait here, don't worry we're Hunters we-"
He pointed at himself.
Jaune blinked. "Y-you're a Hunter?"
He nodded.
Jaune decided not to question this; though he was confused when the guy stood up, finally, and grabbed a weird folded stick with bits of cloth along with his curved sword, which kind of looked like a big sickle now that he was looking at it. The Hunter patted the coffin and moved over towards where he, but none of the others, could sense the 'Grimm' coming from.
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"SoheisthecauseoftheabnormalGrimmactivity?" Oobleck said before taking a sip of coffee.
"It would appear so, Oobleck." Ozpin replied before taking a sip of his own coffee.
Port, the only one there not addicted to caffeine, instead stroked his moustache in thought. Watching the video feed he paid careful attention to the subject of the other two professor's discussion, specifically, a particular trait to his fighting.
Watching the man step under the swing of a Beowulf and then slice it open with ease when just a minute ago he'd barely avoided near fatal injury from an even younger one Port's eyes widened behind his very bushy eyebrows. "Quite the remarkable fighter this one," he added. And no visible aura so it wasn't a semblance like Miss Xiao Long.
"Yes, he is," Ozpin replied continuing to watch thoughtfully. 'So he sees it too,' thought Port, 'Seems Beacon will be getting a new student.' Port smiled and let out a 'oho!' when the man spun around, deflected an attack from a Beowulf that had been sneaking up on him, and kicked it away sending two others to the ground and, judging from the smoke, killing the first.
Then one got near the coffin.
Port could honestly say that was the first time he'd ever seen someone rip a Grimm in half with their bare hands.
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When the Bullhead finally arrived the Grimm had mostly been whittled down to just a few Ursa and a handful of Boarbatusks, whatever had been causing the Grimm to avoid the area had seemed to come back, albeit weaker than before given the fact that their scrolls and the plane were stilling working and that only most of the Grimm had ran away.
Hopping into the aircraft Pyrrha spoke up, "What about him?" They turned towards the mystery man, who was busy examining the coffin for any damage and sagged in relief when he found none.
JNPR turned towards Ms. Goodwitch, "He will be coming with us." They turned back to him- and he was asleep. The teacher scowled, "Wake up!"
His head snapped up from the coffin, he slowly turned and glared at the 'Good witch'.
"Get in the ship."
He glanced at the ship and, clutching the coffin, shook his head. He still had nightmares about the crow he wasn't getting in that thing.
"You can bring the coffin," she added.
Eyes wide he clutched the coffin even tighter, he wouldn't even get in it no way in hell was he letting it anywhere near her!
"Come on! You just took on a bunch of monsters! How can you be scared of flying?" Nora piped up.
"Nora,"
"Hmm?" she turned around. Ren pointed to Jaune who was breathing heavily and looked about ready to pass out. "Ah."
Glynda sighed, "The coffin will be fine."
He looked like he would 'protest' more, but instead stopped.
The Hunter thought about how in the brief glimpse of Dream he'd seen Doll had been examining the flying piece of metal with no small amount of interest. He sighed, and got up 'for her'. Picking up the coffin he wrapped his arm around a strap on the bottom, and lifted it onto his back.
The whole of team JNPR nearly burst out laughing at the sight, not only was it taller than he was it was wider too. He walked over and, hesitantly, got into the Bullhead, before setting down his demented backpack and near clinging to it.
They'd seen this man rip a Beowulf in half with his bare hands.
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Think I'll end it there for today. Let me know what you think in the reviews or PMs. Have a nice day/night/whatever.
