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Weeeell lookie here...another multi crossover. This one is in RWBY, but has OC characters. And pairings maybe. Pease let me know what you think, and your favorite character so far. Reviews and comments are always welcome.
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"FUCK!" Daniel slammed his x-box controller on the ground in frustration, annoyed that he had been outplayed once again. The killcam of the game played out, and the clip of him getting demolished with an ASM-1 did not help his temper. Why he was playing an admittedly subpar Call of Duty game was beyond even him, but he always liked the feel of Advanced Warfare.
He was about to respawn when he heard a doorbell. He got up, and strode to the door of his flat in London, taking a swig of beer and pulling on the closest pair of pants, which happened to be his combat fatigues. He found the tough, durable digital camo pants surprisingly, almost suspiciously comfortable, so he had no qualms wearing them.
He unlocked the door and saw a single envelope addressed to him, Private First Class Daniel Bart. Slightly confused they didn't send it to his house in America, he just shrugged that aside and closed the door. He glanced at the clock, and realized his british friends would be arriving in a few minutes, they being he reason he was spending the winter with them in London.
He threw the envelope on the table, and tore it open with a combat knife laying next to him. Inside was a single page questionnaire, which he rolled his eyes at and grabbed a pen. He looked at the first question.
'What is the last video game you played?'
He paused for a second, before filling in, 'Call of Duty, Advanced Warfare'. He moved to the next set of questions, which asked for a detailed loadout of his character from that game. He raised the pen, and began to fill it out, listing off the cosmetics that he wore in game.
Atlas Vigilante Exo, Atlas Campaign Helmet, Sentinel Mobile Pants, Atlas Infantry Shirt, Bloodshed Loadout, Atlas Infantry Shin Guards, Sentinel Infantry Gloves and Sentinel Recon Boots. A stylish combination if he said so himself, combining the sleek black sentinel gear with the cosmetics of the atlas exo and the red finish of the Bloodshed Loadout.
The next series of questions asked him to pick a set of weapons, including a primary, secondary, tertiary, handgun and melee.
He decided to go with the Cell 3 Cauterizer, Em1 and the OHM as his main weapons, and took an Atlas 45 as his handgun.
For a melee, he created his own weapon. A massive black and grey steel mace, measuring three feet from pommel to head, and sported three large flanges, each easily 10 inches long. Highlighted with red and orange stripes, a reddish leather grip, he incorporated a switch into the base that could coat the edges of the flanges in plasma, turning it into a massive energy weapon on a stick. He also created another button that could compress the entire weapon into a small metal cylinder the size of a flashlight. As a joke, he decided to name his mace the ODEN Mace, which stands for Offensive, Directed Energy Neutralizer.
The next series of questions concerned the game Evolve, another one of his favorites.
'What is your monster main?'
Easy, goliath, lots of muscle, fire breath, whats not to love?
'What Skin?'
Savage, no doubt. The black and red always looked awesome, and the glowing orange eyes were super cool.
'What are you?'
One word. Soldier.
Said question signaled the end of the questionnaire, and just as Daniel started to look veer for a return address, he felt everything start to get fuzzy, and his vision turn black. He dropped to his knees, blindly pawing about for his phone, knife, or anything he could use. Then, in a blinding flash of light, he fell unconscious.
But right before he passed out, a single word was whispered into his mind.
'David'
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The weighty, metallic noise of a successful riposte sang songs of joy and obnoxious damage as Matt rammed his claymore through the chest of a summon. The lightning pine bundle proved to be too much for the white phantom, and he watched as the spirit faded into nothingness.
A calm smirk spread across his face as he twitched the trigger buttons on his controller, parrying and riposting another phantom, this time a sunbro, one who had dared to attack him, chopping off a solid half of its health bar. The host finally showed his face, and swung a Fume Ultra Greatsword at him, forcing Matt to roll backwards, allowing the sunbro to escape and chug his estus.
Mentally making a note to invite him to the steam group 'estus faggot', he took his turn to sip his sunny d, before applying the Frozen Weapon buff, completing his frost knight look, which consisted of the Outrider Knight Chestplate, legging and gauntlets, while wearing the Alva helm for a more traditional knight look, forgoing the strange, vertical visor of the outriders. He had also installed a cosmetic mod that put the Drang Armor cape on his shoulders, replacing the short wireframe cloak of the Outrider Chestplate. His trusty weapons, an Astora Straight Sword and a Refined Claymore paired nicely with a shield of want, sages crystal staff and a blessed caestus, all adequately upgraded and infused.
He turned his attention to the host, switching out his claymore and shield for caestus and straight sword, changing tactics to a quicker style, knowing he didn't have enough stability to reliably shield against the ultra greatsword, and his claymore wasn't going to be able to trade hits well, so his best bet was another parry.
Quick swings and nimble dodges allowed him to dance around the mighty swings of the greatsword while chipping off small portions of his health. Finally, he positioned himself behind him, and performing a backstab, which would have most definitely have killed him, were it not for the tears of denial spell. While the host stood to his feet, Matt charged an R2 attack, but was interrupted when a lightning bolt slammed into his side, courtesy of the sunbro. He rolled away quickly, healing with estus before charging towards the sunbro again, who readied another bolt. At the last second, Matt rolled to the side and behind him, and shoved his sword through his backside, putting him down for the count.
'CRUNCH'
Matt swore quietly under his breath as he watched his character get flattened by a swing from an ultra greatsword. He silently cursed the poise gods and shut off his game. He placed his controller down and used his keyboard to open up his emails, clicking through his inbox, then his spam folder, disregarding the numerous ads for russian hookers and boner pills from Azerbaijan. He was about to wipe it clean, when he saw an email with the subject, 'WARNING, This is not spam, please open Matt', and displayed a send time of 00:00, despite it being three in the afternoon and that the email right below was sent at 2:45. Deciding to take a chance, he opened it, revealing a short questionnaire. He arched an eyebrow, and looked at the first question.
'What is the last video game you played?'
He hit reply, and typed, 'Dark Souls 3'.
'Describe your character.'
He typed in the details, including the medium length spiky blueish white hair, icy colored eyes and pale skin, as well as the username Malakai.
'Describe your equipment.'
He listed off his armor, weapons and items he used most often.
'Create a weapon.'
This one threw him for a bit of a loop. He decided to make another claymore, but more the size of a short sword, which could extend and change into a long sword, greatsword, or an ultra greatsword. Throwing on a cold, grey steel finish, gold hilt, and a handle wrapped in blue leather capped off by a spherical blue crystal, he decided to name his weapon the 'Claymourne'.
'What is your favorite season?'
Despite a strong love of Autumn, the season which truly stole Matt's heart was Winter. His true love, a season which transforms the world into a great beautiful snowy landscape.
'What was your first pet?'
His smile falls at the memory. His first pet, a fun-loving, adorable Monitor Lizard. The scaly beast was his best friend, until he passed, admittedly of old age, but the experience was still deeply saddening for Matt.
'Pick three firearms.'
Deciding that he had no reason to continue to answer this seriously, he typed down the HG-40, a submachine gun from Black Ops 3 styled to look like an MP-40, and two, dual wield Atlas M1 Irons revolvers.
'What are you?'
Two words. Frost Knight.
He grinned underneath his headset, at the fact he wrote his preferred Dark Souls build on a serious questionnaire.
A soon as he hit send, his computer shut off. As he madly mashed on the power button in a wild panic, he failed to notice that the monitors were still on. Suddenly, the screens, keyboard and computer flashed a blinding white light, and a single word was whispered into his mind.
'Malakai'
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The wet, meaty tearing noise echoed throughout the room as Paul tore his hand out of the abomination before him, ripping out vital innards and blood from the horrific amalgamation that called itself Ludwig. The Holy Blade? The Accursed? Names didn't matter, titles didn't matter, for with the cold steel of the saw cleaver, the scarlet song of the chikage and the bang of firearms, all beasts will fall to the Hunter.
While silently fist pumping, Paul failed to see Ludwig charging a massive wave of solar energy with his sword, which he then fired, vaporizing Paul nearly instantly.
Paul closed his eyes and grit his teeth as the sound of death rang through his living room. He sighed and set his controller down. He leaned back on his sofa, listening to the sounds of California suburbs pass by his house.
He sat there for a while, listening to the world continue around him, before his phone dinged. He looked down, and saw a text, reading out a series of questions, and displaying the phone number '0 (000) 000-0000'. He opened up his phone, and started to answer, for no other reason than he needed a second to diffuse anger from Bloodborne.
'What is the last video game you played?'
Bloodborne.
'Detail your loadout.'
He listed out his gear, the Yharnam Hunter Set, as well as a Chikage, Saw Cleaver, Hunters Pistol and Blunderbuss. He typed out his items, blood vials, numbing mist, blood cocktails, blue elixir, bolt paper, fire paper, bone marrow ash, molotov, hand lantern, quicksilver bullets, sedative, as well as his tools, like the beast roar, old hunters bone, empty phantasm shell, augur of ebrietas, a call beyond and blood bullet maker.
'What is your favorite boss from that game?'
Darkbeast Paarl, no doubt. A badass, quick moving skeleton, lightning wolf man? How could you get any cooler? Giving the Spark Hunters Badge? Super useful with the tonitrus, especially against the Shadows of Yharnam.
'What is your favorite gun?'
Hmmm...as a bit of a fan all around, Paul had to pick the Kriss Vector, partially because its a fast firing submachine gun, and partially because he can "TOTALLY VECTOR PEOPLE IN BOTH DIRECTION, AND MAGNITUDE!"
'What is your favorite handgun from Call of Duty, Infinite Warfare?'
This caught him off guard. He hadn't said he played Advanced Warfare. He had played it, and enjoyed it somewhat, but it just had a few too many bugs, like the Detroit Garage Lag. He decided to go with the Sac3s, a paired set of rapid fire, automatic submachine guns.
'What are you?'
As a bloodborne fan, Paul could only answer with one word. Hunter.
When he finished the questions, he hit send, and immediately felt dizzy. His vision started turning black at the edges, and his head felt heavy. Suddenly, a bright flash of light from his phone blasted him into unconscious, but no before a single word was whispered into his mind.
'Paarl'
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"Rekt." Alex said to himself in his empty apartment, as the sound of the killstar vaporized another Omega Force soldier, causing the Mark V cyborg to explode into a shower of blue blood and cybernetic parts.
Glancing down at his health bar, he noticed a small amount of damage. He responded by turning, and blowing the head of the zombie with his Galeria. He turned back, and used his Kobracon to pop the head off a helicopter pilot across the garrison, liberating the outpost.
He grinned, and glanced over to his personal discord, where he notice a new person. BOT N/A. Strange. The only thing it had done was pump out a series of questions in his chat marked, nsfw-may(will)-contain-hentai. Looking over at the bot, and seeing it had no permission whatsoever, he decided to go with it and answer the questions.
'What is the last video game you played?'
Far Cry 3 Blood Dragon. Easily his favorite game, a funny, stylized stand alone expansion pack for the incredible Far Cry 3, that he thought was better than the actual game.
'Detail your loadout.'
Easy. All the good stuff, Fazertron, Kobracon, Bow, Galeria 1991. He also decided to list the Killstar as a separate item, putting it with his tools, like miniature welding torch, and that thing that his hand squeezed in the healing animations sometimes. He listed his grenades, molotox, mines, C400, and a healthy supply of cyber hearts.
'Create a melee weapon.'
Alex decided to go with a handy weapon that could change into multiple forms, settling on the base form being a short tanto, 13 inches in length, with a glowing magenta blade, looking exactly like the melee knife from the game. He created a small switch that allowed it to change into a kokatana 24 inches long, and a huge, flat tipped cleaver 30 inches long, and 9 inches wide at the top of the blade, and narrowing to 7 at the base, where it cut off into an 8 inch handle.
'What is the last movie you watched?'
Alien. The original 1979 sci fi horror flick starring Sigourney Weaver. A true atmospheric horror classic, and the film itself was the reasons Alex wasn't sleeping, and trying to cope with an awesome horror film with a nice gaming session.
'What are you?'
Alex chuckled to himself, as he filled in 'Mark 4 Cyber Commando.'
As soon as he hit enter, the screen shut off, and after a few seconds, his computer shut off. Then, as suddenly as it had shut off, it came back on, in a blinding flash of bright, white light, somehow knocking Alex unconscious.
Just before his vision faded, he heard a single word, whispered into his mind.
'Axias'
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Groaning to himself, Daniel opened his eyes and sat up, feeling drunk again. He looked around him. He was on some sort of vehicle, and was sitting on a bench or chair of some sort. He glanced around, looking at the multitudes of people milling about. With all the space, he assumed he was on a boat. Sighing, he stood, stretched, ignoring the weird feeling in his rear, and just assumed he had been sitting funny. He glanced out the window, felt his jaw drop, then looked down at the empty vodka bottle in his hand, then to the window, and back to the bottle. He was in the air. Some sort of airship was cruising across a foreign city skyline, lit up in strange, wonderful colors, very different from any city he had seen on...Earth. He closed his jaw, and glanced down at the bottle again, silently vowing to never let his commander hear about this. He looked around, mostly for a bathroom, before chucking the bottle across the room, sending it into a recycling bin, before walking off to take a leak.
While taking a leak, he noticed something felt weird. Not down there, but the other side. Also his back, and head. He also doesn't remember his vision being this sharp. Come to think of it, he didn't turnt he light on, but it didn't seem to affect him at all. He finished his business, and zipped up his pants, before turning on the sink and washing his hands. He splashed some water on his face, and looked up into the mirror, begging for a sing that this was just some weird hallucination, and that his friends had come over and gotten wasted and stoned.
He received no such luxury.
The first thing he noticed were his clothes. A pair of slightly baggy jeans, with a few rips around the knees, his combat boots, and a leather belt around his waist. Tucked into the jeans was his favorite shirt, a print of a ribcage formed with white buttons and a red heart behind it over a black background. On the back collar, he knew what it said. 'The White Stripes'. Over that, a forest pattern woodland M81 US BDU combat jacket that his uncle had given him. His hands were covered with a loose pair of black, cloth fingerless gloves, and he wore a black and red shemagh with red skulls and fringes wrapped around his neck in a rather casual style.
His hair, should NOT be that color. Instead of the usual light, sandy brown, his hair had turned much, much darker, with just a hint of red all around, like a midnight blue for red. The tips of his hair had turned a red closer to a bright highlighter, and glowed in the darkness of the room, creating bright crimson streaks.
His eyes, last time he checked, were hazel, not a bright, burning orange. Twin burning eyes, glowing bright like coals on a fire, boring back into him from the mirror.
He liked it. It looked cool, stylish, and kinda went with his clothing scheme.
The ears however...were pointed. Like an elf from Lord of the Rings. But other than that, not too bad.
His attention was drawn to a set of black and red horns poking out of his hair. Two, wide, thick horns, black, with red accents at the tip, jutted out of the longish mess of red, blackish hair. He shook his head, trying to determine if it was just some hair sticking up. He touched it, and definitely felt it in his skull.
Grimacing, and noticing that his canines had grew larger and sharper, and that all of his teeth were much whiter, he turned around and nearly screamed. A series of holes were cut into his jacket, with proper seams, so it was clearly intentional, each one had a single black, bone spike sticking out of it. They weren't unreasonably large, and would only be an issue when sleeping or laying down, but he could manage. Fearing the worst, he felt down by his rear, thinking to stop the weird feeling, but was met with flesh. He looked back, and gave a yelp of surprise.
He had a tail. Five feet long, sturdy, and quite stiff, it was clearly a weapon. Coated in black scales, the tail was layered all around by the tough material, and marked with sparse stripes and patches of glowing red. A series or small spikes, more like ridges, coated the tail, not sharp or dangerous, but definitely abrasive. At the end of it was a large clublike mass of bone spines, each a thick, sharp black spearhead with a red glow. He waved it around, and it felt like nothing more than another limb. Perfectly natural, yet extremely foreign. Then it hit him. The back spines, red colors, scales, sharp clublike tail, the fact that his feet felt veeeery different, there was only one possibility.
He was a Goliath.
He dug into his pocket, and pulled out his wallet, and stared at his passport. His name was different. David...Bowser? He understood the David part, it being a bit of a meme-ery (that sounded funnier in my head) of the 'classic' bible story, about David and Goliath. Were now, it was David The Goliath. Even as an atheist, who at the moment was indeed second guessing himself, Daniel-err...David, respected the funny joke. And Bowser, just sounded pretty cool. It passport said he was from a place called Vacuo, and that he was on his way to Vale. Wherever that was. He also spies a bit labeled 'species', and his was filled in as a 'Goliath'.
He put it back in his pocket, and walked back to his seat, trying to look as unassuming as possible. Once he sat down, he opened his bag, which sat at his feet, showing a large reserve of spare shirts, pants, socks and other stuff, as well as his digital camo pattern BDU. Next, he opened the next one, which was a rather large, red duffel bag. His jaw dropped even further.
It was his character.
The Altas Campaign Exo, Bloodshade Loadout, Sentinel and Atlas gear, all of it, just sitting there, the atlas logo replaced with a DB, probably for David Bowser. Quickly shutting it, he opened the next, another large, duffel bag. In it were the weapons, the ones he had put down on the questionnaire. A Cell-3 Cauterizer, and EM1, even the OHM, as well as an-no, his, Atlas 45 handgun.
He closed the bag, and looked to the final one, a small, slim bag, probably for a computer or a tablet. He slid out a rather cool, futuristic looking tablet, like something a iron man would use. It was about the size of an ipad, and displayed a few readouts, as well as a clock and a few other odds and ends.
He glanced down, hanging from his side was the mace he designed. The weighty, metal tube hung from his waist on a carabiner on his left side. He looked to his right, and saw a holster, perfectly suited for his Atlas 45, which he pulled out and slid into the leather and plastic pouch. On his back, in a sheath just above his the base of his tail, was his knife. He pulled it out, and looked at the smooth, polished black surface of the M9 KBar. Scratched into the side of the blade was a series of 10 tally marks, etched into the metal forever. He sighed and slid it back into the sheath, before he pulled the tablet back out and began to click through the internet, or whatever they called it here, unaware of the attention of a certain blonde brawler.
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Matt's eyes shot open, and a feeling of nausea tore through his system for a few seconds, before it cleared. He glanced around, looking at four grey bags neatly stacked around him. One was a standard backpack, which he confirmed was indeed packed normally, filled with t-shirts and pants and such, as well as a few jackets. The next one was a small satchel, like one would use to carry bottles and such. It had...
An estus flask.
No doubt about it, there it was. The warm, glowing golden greenish bottle sat there, right next to an icy blue one. Next to the flasks was an assortment of black firebombs, throwing knives, resins, pine bundles as well as a small bag of golden powder.
The next bag was much larger, and contained a set of icy colored armor, that Matt immediately recognized as the Outrider Knight set and Alva helm. He felt his blood run cold for a second, and opened the next bag. In it was the Astora Straight Sword, Shield of Want, and...the Claymourne.
The weapon he designed was there, compressed into a short sword, but still recognizable to him, with its grey steel blade, golden hilt and blue dyed leather wrapped handle, capped off with a frosty crystal. He also saw the other weapons, the HG-40 and two Atlas M1 Irons revolvers.
He quickly shut the bag, stood, and looked out the window. He was flying, on a huge airship, over a foreign city. His eyes widened in shock when he saw his reflection in the window. He looked like his dark souls character. Super pale skin, blue eye, frosty, spiny hair the color of blue, glacial ice, everything. Except for a few important details, like the triangular patches of blue and white scales that made a small appearance at the edge of his jawline, below his cheek. He touched them, and found them smooth, slick, and surprisingly cool to the touch, just like his ears, which were covered in the same scales, and were longer, thinner, and pointed, sticking out the sides of his head and hair.
He looked at his hands, and gasped. They were, normal in proportions, but covered in blueish white scales. His fingernails had just been replaced with a larger, more whiter scales, but other than that, he had lizard arms. The scales continued along his forearm, where the stopped at the elbow, and turned into smooth, pale skin, which led to a plain, white t-shirt and a pair of grey jeans and black sneakers. Even though he couldn't see them, his feet and legs felt a little different, so he assumed they had the scales too.
He stood and looked behind him, and got a glance of his, newest, appendage. A tail. Six feet of long, powerful muscle, layered with a smooth coat of frosty scales. He tested it, waving it around. Ir was strong, and very flexible, as he was able to easily scratch his neck with it. He stopped, trying to catch his breath, and took in a deep breath of air, and then exhaled, blowing out a stream of...snow and ice.
Matt blinked once, at the snow that now sat on the bench where he was sitting, and the frost now on the windows. He tried again, taking another breath, but only exhaling air. Cold air, which he found when he put his hand in front of his mouth, and felt every breath he took to exhale either cool, cold or plain freezing air, depending on how long he held his breath. He took another deep breath, and concentrated. He felt the air in his lungs, and though harder, imagining it freezing, like a great blizzard, before he exhaled again, launching a larger icy blast of frozen particles. He felt it, rolled it into a ball, and watched it melt. It felt cold, but in a different way. He knew it was cold, but it didn't give any stunning sensation, only a calming cool feel.
After a few minutes, he had it down almost perfectly, able to control temperature, snow content, ice content, wind speed, and power. Then he had another idea. Without taking a breath, he imagined the same feeling, same icy sensation, but in his fingertips. He felt them grow colder, until he decided to run them along the glass, causing fractals of ice to spread out from where he touched the glass. He dragged his fingers along, and watched as the frost spread outwards. It gave off a slight, white glow, and a small foggy aura emanated from it. Strangely, it reminded him of the frozen weapon buff in dark souls 3. Deciding to test this further, he fished a pen out of one of the bags, and uncapped it. He regained the icy touch, and dragged his finger along the pen. While the frost covered the pen, it started to glow with that white aura when it covered the metal tip, and when Matt pressed the tip against the floor, a small circle of ice quickly spread outwards.
He felt a pressure in his pocket, and he reached in to pull out a passport of some kind. He sat down, which he found surprisingly easy to do with the large tail, and opened it. The passport had him listed as Malakai Alkius. The exact name of his character, the same one he filled out in the questionnaire. The passport listed him as coming from a place called 'Atlas', and that he was heading to a city called 'Vale'. It also listed his species as a 'Frost Lizard'.
Deciding it would be smart to use the name he had been given, Malakai folded up the passport, and put it back in his pocket. He sat back, tried to relax, and started to test out his new powers, not noticing the white dressed rapier wielder looking at him, in a combination of distrust and curiosity, at both his appearance, and powers.
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Paul was woken up by the sound of a new broadcast, saying something about a robbery, and a man named Roman Torchwick. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up next to four large blue bags, his hands feeling weird and his head swimming. He sat down, looking at the floor until it passed. When it didn't he shakily rose to his feet, and stumbled to the bathroom, locked the door and vomited into the toilet. After a few minutes, he had finished and flushed, before washing his hands and rinsing his mouth put with the water. He glanced up, and realized there were a few problems.
His eyes were a little strange, being a bright, vibrant, neon fluorescent glowing blue. Twin luminous orbs shining in the mirror back at him. His hair was a little different, now being long, wild, and windblown, as well as a dark shade of midnight blue. Sparks, small bolts and arcs of blueish white lightning crackled in his mane of hair, which seemed to shift and move on its own ever so slightly, and he watched as electric arcs sparked and darted across his hair, and over his...ears?
His ears were on top of his head now, like a dog or a wolf, and were pointed and furred, like a canine. They were just a shade lighter of blue, and twitched when he tried to move them. He blinked in amazement, and his jaw opened just slightly, exposing a series of bladed fangs behind his canines, and two rows of pearly white teeth.
He looked down at his hands, to find them...made of bone? Not like a skeletal hand, where the finger bones fluctuate in length, these were the same dimensions as his hands, just a series of bone cylinders connected by small bits of slightly tanned skin. He flexed his hands, looking at the smooth bones acting as plates covering the back of his hands, and the smooth skin on his palms.
He rolled up the sleeve of his jacket, a dark grey Patagonia nano-puff jacket, one without a hood, to expose a similar issue. He still had a forearm, still had skin and muscle and blood, as he could feel it when he touched it, somehow. But his radius and ulna, the two forearm bones, were just...exposed. Two, smooth grey bones, poking out of his skin, and perfectly melded with his flesh. Or at least the flesh that he could see. Between the bones, and leaving enough space so that they could be easily visible, was fur. Smooth, long, silky midnight blue fur covered his forearms, and seemed to shift and move slightly on its own, much like his hair. Also like his hair, arcs and bolts of blueish white lightning occasionally crackled in the hair, and arcing through the bones, temporarily connecting them with tendrils and arcs of electricity.
He unzipped his jacket, exposing the navy blue t-shirt he was wearing, and looked down the collar. While there wasn't any more blue electric fur, a lot of bones were still exposed, most notably his collarbones, shoulders, ribcage, sternum and now that he scratched his neck in wonder, his spine as well. He zipped his jacket back up, and looked down at the black jeans and boots he was wearing, regarding them with some appeal. He turned to leave the bathroom, when he felt something brush against the sink. Something attached to him.
It was a tail. He looked down at it, the silky smooth, soft bushy wolf tail poking out of a hole in his jeans. As with the rest of his hair, bolt of lightning occasionally sparked around it. With a tentative flex, he wagged it, testing the flexibility and weight.
After a while, he walked back to his seat, next to his bags, and started going through them. The first one, similar in design to a standard backpack, contained extra shirts, pants, jackets, socks and other clothes, as well as toiletries. The next one, a small bag shaped and designed more like a satchel, contained some very interesting objects.
A single syringe, attached to a large glass vial filled with a red fluid Paul recognized as blood fairly easily. He looked at the label, and read the words, 'Yharnam Blood Vial, 3 Minute Regeneration Time'. He also saw a number of other items, including numbing mist, blood cocktails, blue elixir, bolt paper, fire paper, bone marrow ash, molotov, hand lantern, quicksilver bullets, sedative, as well as an old bone, a shell, some sort of slug, and a strange spectral...thing.
He recognized them from Bloodborne. The bone? Old Hungers Bone. The shell? Empty Phantasm Shell. Odd space slug? Auger of Ebreitas. Weird lovecraftian...object? A Call Beyond. As well as that, he saw another item at the bottom of the bag, some sort of strange syringe device, which was labeled 'Blood Bullet Maker'.
Well that cleared things up.
He opened the next bag after repacking the other, and found a leather coat, vest, some other clothes, pants, gloves, and a few other things before he realized it was the Yharnam Hunter set. His eyes widened, and he quickly stuffed everything back in the bag, except for the worn, feathered tricorn hat. That he wore.
He opened the next one, hat over his ears, to reveal a load of weapons. He saw a Kriss Vector, the Sac-3s from CoD, a huge barreled blunderbuss, a long, ornate hunters pistol, and two melee implements, namely the Chikage and the Saw Cleaver.
While he sat and pondered the circumstances that had led him there, Paul dug a small leatherbound booklet out of his back pocket. It was a passport of some sort, and listed him as...Paarl Reiter. Paarl, probably as in Darkbeast Paarl, and Reiter, maybe a reference to the Reiterpallasch. It said he was from somewhere called Menagerie, and was heading to a place named Vale. It also listed his species as 'Darkbeast', easing any doubts as to what he was now.
Paul, or Paarl, placed the passport back into his back pocket, and sat back down, trying to keep his nausea under control, and eventually drifted off to sleep, unaware of the wide eyed stare of a young girl dressed in red.
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Alex was ecstatic. The second he woke up and cleared his head of nausea, he knew where he was, with the bullhead interior, projection of Glynda, the newscasters discussing the robbery thwarted by Ruby Rose earlier, and the fact that they were clearly flying over Vale. He was surrounded by a series of black bags. He opened the first one, revealing spare clothes. He spared them one glance, before rolling his eyes and shutting them. If he was what he though he was, he already knew what was in the others.
And what he was was a Cyborg Xenomorph.
A quick look in a mirror confirmed it. His hair was now spiny, smooth and straight, with a coloration as black as night, matching the black iris of his left eye. His right eye was replaced with a robotic optic, featuring a smooth, chrome steel finish, and a monochrome red glowing eye, which after a few minutes of testing, he found was able to zoom and enhance, track people through walls and mark them, as well as see in night vision, infrared and x-ray. He grinned, exposing two rows of white teeth, with tow razor sharp dagger like fangs instead of canines on each jaw, totaling 4.
He was wearing the leather jacket worn by Rex Power Colt, as well as his fingerless gloves, at least on his real hand. His left arm was an advanced and styled cybernetic, featuring a techno 'bare bones' aesthetic, showing some internals, while retaining the protective and robotic enhancements. It featured a row of small metal spikes along the knuckles. He had been flexing the arm for some time now, testing its flexibility and reflexes, and finding it excelling in all categories. It had a few glowing red or green bits here and there, but it was mostly just smooth, utilitarian chrome plated steel, with a mount for a killstar on the wrist. For a bit of a joke, he made the 'devil horns' sign with his hand, and directed some energy, forint electricity to arc between those two digits, making it much more awesome, at least to him.
His other arm was much different. It was normal, just a standard, fleshy human arm with skin. What he found most interesting though, was the tongue and the tail. His tongue, as he had tested a few minutes before, was now incredibly long, easily reaching three feet, and was forked. He also found, this time on accident, that it had no trouble piercing the hull of a bullhead. The tail was another matter. 8 feet long, and made of a super flexible, super tough, exoskeleton, with an advanced muscular system and an endoskeleton below that. It was layered with glossy, black, segmented plates, each with ridges which varied in size as it progressed down the tail, eventually ending at a huge, wicked sharp knife like blade.
He grinned as he looked through the bags, one of which contained all his gear. A few spare grenades, a couple molotox, some mines, C400, a few cyberhearts and the Killstar, which he quickly attached to his wrist. Giving it a quick spin up, he decided against using it, as a massive beam of energy tearing through a bullhead might give the police some trouble. He opened the other bag, revealing a veritible armory of weapons. He had the Fazertron, the highly customizable assault rifle capable of switching between bullets and lasers, a Kobracon, an incredibly powerful sniper rifle that can launch explosive rounds. He also had a bow. Just a cool recurve bow with a very small series of wheel pulleys like in a compound bow. The entire thing was layered with a pattern of bright blue LEDs. The bow both generated and fired hardlight plasma based arrows on the spot, as a quick pull on the hyper elastic bow cord confirmed. There was also a shotgun, a large, lever action, semi automatic, four barreled, flaming, dragons breath shell firing Galeria 1991. He also removed a handgun from the bag. It was large and bulk, with a removable suppressor and laser sight underneath and on the barrel. There was a small selector switch hidden amidst the glowing red highlights, enabling the handgun to switch between a three round burst and semi automatic. Nodding at the gun, he slid it into the drop down holster on his leg, right next to a couple spare glowing, magenta shurikens.
He also removed a knife. A tanto, also glowing a bright magenta, featured a small switch that could indeed either increase it in length, or turn it into a thick, massive, heavy bladed cleaver. He kept it as a tanto, and slid it into a sheath at his side.
He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a passport, which identified him as Axias Kolt, a Xenomorph from Mistral on his way to Vale.
Axias stood and turned, wishing that he had caught up with the entire show, and gazed out the window of the bullhead, unaware of the suspicious glances being thrown his way, most notably by a certain black haired faunus.