Ocean Trailer
People remark upon the nature of the wolf, dismissing it as a cruel and savage creature. Yet what they witness — if anything — lives at the end of a tamer's chain. Unaware or uncaring, they mistake the soul of a wild thing for the fury of a caged one.
A shadowed figure landed on the roof of what was thought to be an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Vale's industrial district. The figure's face was cloaked in darkness with only twin spots of molten bronze visible where the minimal light reflected its metallic eyes. The figure moved towards the skylight, noting with no small amount of satisfaction that it was lit up. "So much for being abandoned," a slightly raspy voice came from the shrouded figure. He, for the figure was now identifiable as male in the low light from the skylight, knelt next to the raised glass. Digging in his pocket, he pulled out a strange device not unlike the end of a doctor's stethoscope, though with a notable electronic box on the back and suction cups along the edges, and stuck it to the glass. Drawing a retractable cable from the side of the device, he connected it to a small earpiece already in his ear.
"Get the rest of the Dust loaded up," a commanding female voice came over the headset. "We might have been compromised. Come on, double time!"
The figure on the roof chuckled. "Unfortunately for you, Cerci, there's no 'might' about it." He retracted the cord from his ear piece and removed the device from the glass, tucking it away.
Another voice came over the earpiece. "You sure you want to do this alone, Okami?" the voice was feminine and seemed to have a natural silkiness to it. "I could always back you up."
The man named Okami sighed. "This many Fang shouldn't be an issue, Naty. Besides, Cerci has a bad habit of underestimating me."
Natalia, the voice on the other end of the line, let out a surprisingly pitiful whine. "Always keeping all the fun to yourself."
He chuckled in response. "Get the cops on the phone when I hang up. By the time they get here, I should be long gone."
"Will do," Natalia acknowledged, the whine still audible in her tone.
Okami stood as the line cut out and drew a pair of revolvers from two downward facing holsters on the back of his belt. One was a bright blue and shining white, while the other was darker royal blue and matte black. With a steadying breath, he leapt into the air, angling his body straight down and firing a round into the skylight to shatter the glass. After falling into the newly opened gap, he righted his body and landed amid the shattered glass.
Okami rose to his feet, his weapons, Tsukiko and Tsukikage held casually at his sides. Surrounding him was a group of perhaps twenty White Fang grunts, all leveling various firearms at him. He observed the group with a smirk, his now visible lupine ears twitching in anticipation. The invading faunus wore a dark blue shirt with a deep v-neck, the opening almost reaching his navel while his jeans were charcoal grey, matching the sleeves belted to his arms. His hair was midnight black with slate grey streaks. "Tell me, boys. You really think this is gonna end well for you?"
"Considering you dropped into a stronghold of the Fang, I wouldn't be so cocky," a tall, female faunus with a pair of short antlers on her head shoved through the crowd. "You have a lot of nerve showing your face after all you've done, Ao," she snarled.
"Cerci," Okami chuckled. "Long time no punch. How's James doing? Oh, that's right, he's sitting in a cell in Vacuo. Tell ya what, you call off your dogs and I'll make sure the Warden gives you two conjugal visitation rights."
Cerci bared her teeth and snarled, "Waste him!"
Okami leapt over an empty metal crate bearing the emblem of the Schnee Dust company, crouching behind it as rounds pounded into the side. "Alright! You wanna do this hard way, fine! I've only brought twelve rounds so some of you have to share!"
(We Will Not Go Quietly by Sixx AM)
Okami dove to the side using the various crates as cover as the White Fang unloaded their weapons. Once he heard the telltale clicks of empty magazines and the clatter of them hitting the floor, he rose up from behind the crates and began firing. Unlike the previous spray and pray of the grunts, Okami's shots were on target, hitting several in the center of the forehead, crumbling their aura. The only thing keeping them on this side of the River Styx was the material of their masks. Even still, the high powered rounds concussed and knocked out those unlucky enough to take one to the head. Other rounds hit the unfortunate grunts in their hands, either breaking bones or knocking fresh magazines from them.
Okami ducked back down behind his cover as one of the grunts managed to get his weapon reloaded and began spraying again. Finally mustering his courage, the Fang ran over to the boxes and jumped up on one, spying Okami laying back casually with his arms loosely crossed. Raising his weapon, the grunt pulled the trigger, only to be met with the ominous click of an empty mag. "Someone's not keeping count," Okami snickered, raising Tsukikage and firing, jerking the grunt's head back as his aura shattered. Rolling back, Okami turned and sprinted near silently around to flank the rest of the White Fang. He slipped his weapons back into their holsters and peered over the top of his new cover. With a grin, he saw the group hadn't seen or heard him move, and were now tentatively approaching his old position. 'Idiots', he thought with a malicious mental chuckle. 'Cerci brought a bunch of whelps this time it seems. Perfect for me.' Realizing their position made multiple sneak attacks risky and impractical, Okami decided to use their numbers against them. Running out from cover, he left his feet when he neared a cluster of three, driving his combat boots into the chest of the nearest grunt. With a startled yelp, the unfortunate Fang was launched into his two comrades.
Rolling back onto his hands to land in a very lupine crouch, Okami's eyes flashed as ice began to cover his arms, forming into the shape of old fashioned armor. Once the armor was complete, he grinned savagely and charged again, catching a grunt in the chin with a rising knee. Using the Fang's shoulder as he crumpled, he launched himself into the air and nailed another grunt in the head with a flipping axe kick. Rolling through the landing, Okami drew his weapons once again, letting the bullets fired by the remaining grunts chip away at his armor. He moved quickly, using a combination of his firearms and kicks to decimate the remaining White Fang members.
(End We Will Not Go Quietly)
He turned when he heard a strained grunt and spied a White Fang soldier crawling towards his weapon. Okami strode over, putting his boot on the rifle and levelling his twin revolvers at the prone grunt. "Now, I could pull some old movie references out here, but I'll cut to the chase," he said. "I know exactly how many rounds I have left. The question is," he pulled the hammers back. "Do you?" The soldier glared up at Okami for a long moment before lowering his head and retracting his hand. "Wise move." Without further ado, he holstered his weapons and flipped the rifle up onto his foot, using it to launch the gun into his hands. With practiced ease, Okami field stripped the weapon, removing the barrel, magazine and charging handle. After tossing the pieces away, he began binding the hands and feet of the numerous unconscious and semi-conscious White Fang.
Okami frowned when he realized Cerci had disappeared at some point during the fight. He barely had time to process this before he felt a pair of hands grab his tail, spin and throw him into a pile of crates.
Cerci stood where Okami once did, her submachine gun ready in her hand. "Arrogant as always, you stupid mongrel," she sneered, cocking the lever on her weapon and bringing it up to her shoulder. "I'm gonna pump you full of holes, then drag your worthless carcass back to Sienna Khan."
Expecting a snide answer, Cerci was surprised to be greeted with a feral growl. The temperature of the warehouse seemed to drop sharply, causing Cerci to suddenly see steam forming from her breath. Amid the fallen crates, she spied two glowing spots of icy blue. "You know better, Cerci," came Okami's snarling, all jocularity gone from his voice. "You know better than to lay your filthy paws on my tail. Now… now I'm gonna show you why this is one wolf you don't want at your door."
(Start Wolf At Your Door by Sixx AM)
Okami erupted from the crates, his eyes now a shocking ice blue with black sclera and his fangs bared. After a few seconds of letting the frigid wind billow around him, he charged, guns shifting in his hands. The main body of the revolver flipped up to rest parallel with the grip while the frame beneath the barrel followed suit, rotating up to cover the muzzle. The movement bared the blades of Okami's beloved weapons and the points extended from the middle sections, completing the transformation, revealing the second form to be that of a pair of arming swords.
Cerci opened fire, her heavy pistol rounds tearing through the air towards the wolf faunus. With alarming speed and dexterity, he used his weapons to deflect the rounds, what had remained of his ice armor being shed when he'd collided with the crates. Cerci bared her teeth, her own weapon shifting into a two-bitted battle axe in her hands that she swung to intercept the furious wolf. Okami slid under the swing and slashed at Cerci's leg, the blade slicing through her pants, but stopped from causing further damage by her aura. Okami spun his hips, lashing out with a kick that intercepted Cerci's next swing and propelled himself away and back to his feet.
With a snarl, Okami pulled the triggers on his weapons, activating the secondary function and releasing Dust into the blades. Immediately, the metal erupted into flames as the Burn Dust made contact with air. Cerci jerked back at the flames now licking at the metal of her weapon as Okami collided with her. "What's wrong, Cerci?!" he barked. "You were talking all that good shit a second ago! Is it finally dawning on you?! Is it finally getting through that horned dome of yours that this wasn't a fight you should've picked?! I gave you a chance! But now — now I'm gonna tear you apart!"
Okami shoved the deer faunus off him, immediately going on the offensive, attacking from every angle with both his weapons and his legs. Baffled by the ferocious offence, Cerci was forced to defend exclusively with no opportunity to bringing her strength and larger weapon to bear. Finally tired of being on the receiving end, Cerci lashed out with a hasty punch, managing to catch Okami in the cheek and sending him flying.
Okami shook off the blow quickly, twisting his body in midair to land feet first on one of the support beams. Before launching himself back into the fight, he flicked his thumbs, rotating the cylinder of his weapons. With another squeeze of the trigger, wind began spiralling around his blades. With another vicious snarl, he hurled himself off the pillar, swinging both weapons down and flaring his icy aura, letting loose a horizontal cyclone of blistering wind and shards of ice.
Cerci, nowhere to go, lifted her axe to defend, but to no avail. The unfortunate White Fang lieutenant was blown off her feet to slam into another pillar, a film of crackling energy surrounding her, signifying her aura was finally shattered.
(end Wolf at Your Door)
Okami sneered, flicking his wrists and returning his weapons to their revolver form. He stalked towards his downed foe, boots crushing the sharp chunks of ice underfoot as he slipped his revolvers back into their holsters. Cerci was barely conscious as Okami approached. "I warned you, Cerci. I wasn't about to lose to one of you animals. Give Jimmy my regards," with a sharp twist of his hips, Okami kicked Cerci across the face, knocking her unconscious.
The wolf faunus spat to the side with a scowl. Looking around briefly, he found a few lengths of chain. Using these over the zip-ties he'd brought for the others, he bound her hands and feet. As he turned to leave, he noticed a clasped hook hanging from the ceiling just behind him. With a vindictive grin, he grabbed the hook and yanked, hearing the winch it was attached to click as the cable descended. He approached Cerci again, attaching the hook to the chain wrapped around her ankles. With an evil snicker, Okami walked over and grabbed the winch.
Okami stood on the building opposite the warehouse. He had just finished trussing Cerci up like a grimly humorous caricature of a hunting trophy when the red and blue lights of approaching police had lit up the warehouse. Deciding to let the cops wonder who had broken up this particular cell of White Fang, he'd left through the skylight.
Watching with interest as the officers detained foolish faunus brethren, Okami kept to the shadows of the taller building. Cerci herself was tossed into the back of a heavily armored van, still wrapped in chains. With a satisfied nod, Okami left the edge of the building and made to leave the rooftop, aiming to return to the main section of the city. As he neared the other side of the roof, a chirp in his ear reminded him of the earpiece he still wore.
Okami lifted his hand to the device. "Ao," he said shortly.
"Interesting night, I take it?" came a smooth, familiar voice.
"Oh. Hello, Headmaster," Okami blinked, surprised Ozpin was calling him.
"Good evening, Mr. Ao," Ozpin greeted him, his tone mildly amused at the slightly baffled tone of his student. "I trust your mission went to your satisfaction?"
"Considering a bunch of White Fang shovelheads are headed to the pound," Okami quipped, glancing over his shoulder to see the police peeling out. "I'd say tonight was fairly productive."
"Very good," Ozpin sounded suitably satisfied. "I expect your report by tomorrow evening."
"Yessir," Okami said with a nod.
"Be sure to get back to your dorm before Madam Goodwitch notices your absence. I'm afraid I won't be able to cover for you this time."
"I know the deal, Headmaster," Okami assured him. "I'll be in bed before she even notices I went missing." With that, both sides hung up and Okami launched himself off the building, running along the rooftops and heading back towards the looming academy in the distance.
AN: Well, here's the first trailer for my RWBY OC team; ONCS (Pronounced Onyx.) You got to meet Okami Ao, I like to think of as a different take on a common trope. Yes, I'm well aware the Wolf Faunus isn't exactly original, but I had him in mind since I finished Volume one and had no interactions with the fandom as a whole at that time. That said, I'm going to endeavor to keep this in the same spirit as canon, but with my own spin and perspective. After all ONCS is gonna be playing a pretty big role, while hopefully keeping from overshadowing the main canon characters.
Now, a warning. I will be making big changes to canon, but I won't spoil anything other than to say flames will be ignore or outright ridiculed, both in messages and possibly in a chapter itself. I'm frankly done with self-entitled members of numerous fandoms, so if you don't like how I wrote something, there's a little X in the corner that will guard your special eyes from my evil.
Rant over, I need to give credit where it is due. Cerci's weapon is inspired by Hazard Bandit by darkusl0rd on Deviantart. I unfortunately used all of my creative talent on creating four weapons for my team and had no idea what to do beyond them.
Anyway, those who read this, thank you for giving it a look. I honestly don't know when the next trailer will go up since it's honestly still in its planning phase and needs some fine tuning before I write but keep an eye out since once the trailers are done, I should have the first real chapter up the next day, beta free time willing. Thanks again. ~Sin