Hello, my name is the Carlton Code, and I thank you for taking the time to read Pyrrhic Infinity, but I am going to let you know some things.
First of all, Pyrrha is not going to be at full strength Aura and Semblance wise on the count of the Lutece Particles fucking with both of them, but she will have some advantages over Booker.
Starting stats for Pyrrha
Health: Base +5 Infusions
Aura: Booker's Base Magnetic Shield + 3 Infusions (Can only be charged with rest and food)
Semblance: Bucking Bronco(Cast A)+ Return to Sender (Cast B+Charged) -Uses (A:6, B:6, Charged:3)(This ability only affects metal but don't expect her to tear down skylines or toss Songbird like a Ragdoll)(Recharges over time)
Starting Weapons: Base Pistol (Loaded Ammo only), Knife
Now that is done, Enjoy.
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Italics- Thoughts
Pyrrha looked up to her would be killer, an arrow lodged in her Achilles heel as clean and caring emerald gazed into the cruel, calculating amber of the thief Maiden.
"Do you believe in destiny," Pyrrha asked, replacing her opponent's grin with a scowl.
"Yes." That was the only thing she said before materializing her bow, a new arrow formed as the weapon was aimed to pierce the Amazonian heart.
A million things were racing through her mind, her entire life, her friends, her parents, her team, and most importantly, Jaune. She knew that the Arc boy was going to hate her for what she did and that he would miss her the most, mainly since she was going to miss him too.
Pyrrha watched as the arrow flew from the bow into her chest, pain coursed throughout her torso and it was near impossible for her to breathe now, then her world went back as she passed out from shock.
Unknown location
Pyrrha slowly opened her eyes, the sight of Beacon replaced with that of some old building, above her was the stained glass mural of an aging man pointing to a city in the clouds while people flanked him on both sides. She could also hear the voices of a choir, echoing from wherever they were.
"A church?" Pyrrha thought to herself as she was obviously perplexed by these events, wondering whether this was the afterlife, she rose above from her position on the right-most bench.
The Huntress went to reach for her scroll when she realized her outfit also replaced with an ankle high blue skirt and a white blouse, she also raised a hand to her head to feel her tiara, but even that was gone.
She looked around the area surrounding her, observing her surroundings more to notice that the floor around the platform she was on had been submerged in water from a waterfall but another oddity became seen.
It was a wooden box with a bronze plate on its lid, bearing her personal sigil, her mark which was a brown circle shaped outlined by bronze and a spear in the center.
Curious about the box's contents, Pyrrha stood up from the bench she woke up on and walked towards it, picking it up and lifting the lid. Inside the box were a black and white picture, five silver coins, an odd looking front loading pistol with a knife, and lastly a purse meant to hold them all but lastly was the writing taped onto the under the bottom of the lid.
Assist the person in the picture with his task, and you will be returned home. Fail, and you will never return home. Pyrrha froze for a moment, her mind realizing that the reason she was saved so that she could be taken from her home and do a task for these people, the people who saved her.
The Huntress picked up the picture from the box, showing a forty-something-year-old man who looked as if he had gone through many hardships; Much like most veteran huntsman who had lost friends and family to the Grimm.
The name Booker Dewitt written on the bottom of the picture.
"Well , I guess you're my only ticket home," Pyrrha muttered as she folded the picture and placed it in the purse before doing the same with the note, the five coins, and the weapons. She soon descended the stairs, the water soaking her feet and the bottom of her skirt but nonetheless carried on towards a statue. The statue being of the same old man in the mural but now his arm was opened and extended towards her: As if he was welcoming her to this place she found herself in while a phrase written on plaque meant to look like a scroll hung above the staircase towards the man.
The Seed of the Prophet shall sit the throne and drown in flames the mountain of man.
So this man is some Prophet, interesting. Pyrrha thought before descending the staircase, standing just before the statue, looking to each side of the figure, there was a room, the one to her left bathed in a blue light while the one to her right was emanating a golden light.
Pyrrha ignored the two chambers and walked around the large center column which the statue of the prophet conjoined. Coming from another doorway where a man stood to the right side of it. This man dressed in a snow white robe with the collar of a matching white and a black tie jutting out from above the robe.
"Welcome to Columbia Sister; I hope you will enjoy your stay." The robed man said.
"Thank you, Sir," Pyrrha said appreciatively to the man, mustering a small smile as she walked past him, descending the broad staircase past the doorway sparsely decorated with stained glass windows and candles.
Once at the bottom, Pyrrha was met with a massive room, filled with waist-high levels of water. Lit candles burned as they sat on stone tables meant to accommodate the light sources also alongside stone support columns with angel statues facing inwards to the water while holding candle themselves, acting as an arch to welcome the newcomers of 'Columbia' as the man before called the place she found herself. A priest's sermon could be significantly heard regardless of a person's location in the room.
"And it is on this day we once again give prayer and thanks to our Prophet, Father Comstock. For he shall bring the Lord's vengeance upon the sinners below, for he shall leave his lamb, to us his flock so that we shall continue down his righteous path when he returns to the heavens above and reunites with his beloved lady."
The crimson-haired huntress waded through the water towards the other side of the room, other people soon following after on opposite sides of the stone tables that bounded her to the path. These people dressed in white robes similar to the man from before, dressed in white robes while women had the addition of a Nun's hood. Eventually, Pyrrha reached the other side of the room, standing behind the circle of worshippers in white who surrounded the priest, appropriately dressed in black robes for him distinguished from his congregation.
"Excuse me," Pyrrha asked as she tapped the shoulder of the worshipper standing in front of her, which prompted the same worshipper and the other around himself to split apart.
"Is it someone new?" The Preacher asked, stepping towards Pyrrha before laying both his hands on her shoulders and once again eyes met. This time the milky white eyes of the preacher, blind from years of cataracts. Looking in the general area of Pyrrha's head and her emerald orbs.
"Hello Child, what brings you to the Prophet's city?." He asked in his kindest voice.
"I have no home left loving Father, and I wish to make one here, in the home of the great Prophet Comstock."Pyrrha half-lied to the Priest, she did in fact still had a life left back home, but she was sent here to do a task in hopes that she could return. The Priest had let go of her shoulders and walked towards the entrance.
"Very well Child, but before you may pass into this holy place, you must read the phrase inscribed above." He replied, Pyrrha, in turn, did as asked and read the sentence above.
"This path of Forgiveness is the only way into the City," Pyrrha stated, speaking the quote word for word but before she could ask the meaning. The Preacher explained
"You see Child, the only way to enter Columbia is to be reborn in the waters around us so that you may have your sins cleansed and walk into the Prophet's land with a light soul."He said extending his hand out towards her, "Will you let these waters clean your soul Child?"
"Cleanse yourself, Sister."
"Praise the Founders."
"Go on!"
And many more cheers were yelled for Pyrrha by the worshippers, encouraging to do this. Pyrrha relaxed, thinking that when the task is complete, she could return to Remnant and Jaune.
"Yes." Was the only thing Pyrrha said as she grabbed the Preacher's hand, who in turn wrapped the same arm around Pyrrha's and said a prayer.
"I baptize you, in the name of our Prophet, in the name of our Founders, in the name of the Lord! And make her born again in the bosom of Columbia." He proclaimed before dunking her in the water, holding her under for a couple of seconds and bringing her back up.
"It is done my Child; you may enter our fair city and may the almighty Prophet watch over you." He said as he let go of her arm.
"Thank you Father, and may the almighty Prophet watch over you too." She had said before she walked onwards through the tunnel, it wasn't too long before the Priest continued his Sermon.
Once at the end of the tunnel, Pyrrha saw that the entrance of the tunnel was higher than the area she had entered, in which three statues kneeled, holding an item in a way that a person could grab it.
The figure on her left, whose name was Father Franklin if suggested by the plaque at its base, held a golden key. The one staring her ahead was Father Washington, whose statue held out a golden sword. And lastly was the figure Father Jefferson, who held a Golden key.
Pyrrha hopped down from the tunnel, into the water below before walking up the stairs on the right of Father Washington and onto the grass, passing more worshippers until she came to a large white door.
She turned the gold knob on the door, turning it and opening it, and then she finally knew she wasn't in Remnant.
If the buildings flying in the sky were any suggestion to her predicament, what in Oum's hell did she get involved with?