Murder or Conspiracy
This story is to be considered a side project for now and wasn't considered during the first six chapters of my other story.
Please note that this story might not have it's facts correct because I stopped watching somewhere near the start of volume 3 so please help me correct any of these mistakes that I may make.
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And with that out of the way, lets start Chapter 1.
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Remanent (what of, I don't know)
Here I am. No, not the one picking at that skull. No, not the one on the wizard's shoulder. Again no, not the one pecking at that evaporating corpse. I'm the one sitting on the scythe impaled in the mud. As you can probably tell I'm in an unusual situation so I'll let you read the situation now, literally.
This is a clearing with four birds perched in, a dead grimm evaporating in, the wizard in and a scythe impaled in the mud also resides here in this clearing. One of the birds was a dove that was flailing on the ground like a starving hatchling, one of the birds was perched on the handle of a scythe that had it's blade impaled into mud and said bird had black feathers, one of the birds was a drunk crow (yes he is definitely drunk), and the last one was a raven that was cawing as loudly as it could into the left ear of the wizard who was downing a mug of coffee.
A few seconds in the past had the clearing occupied by the wizard, a silver eyed warrior, the twin Branwells, a beowolf and a glowing crimson feather. This situation devolved into a battle between the humans and the beowolf while the wizard picked up the feather for inspection, in the instance that the beowolf was slain the feather exploded and in turn changed the humans around it into birds. Upon the weapon of one of the Branwell twins the feather landed and morphed into a bird of black feathers that wasn't a blackbird, crow or raven.
That was the situation where I came to be and why the other three are freaking out near the wizard. I have no Idea how this situation came to be but I'm glad it did. Oh look the wizard is casting a spell on the dove.
In a flash of light the dove was once again a silver eyed warrior and shouting at an 'Ozpin' whatever that was. "OZPIN, WHAT WAS THAT!? WHY WAS I SO SMALL!? WHY AM I SURROUNDED BY WHITE FEATHERS!?" she shouted at the now named wizard who responded calmly with "Calm down Summer, we don't want to attract anymore grimm to this location." in a calming voice. The raven and crow looked at each other before retreating behind a tree only to emerge as their usual human selves to calm the silver eyed warrior further. The one that was a crow hugged the silver eyed warrior (Summer) to calm her down further while the one that was a raven began grumpily asking Ozpin "What was that Oz'" before she tripped on... nothing, she tripped on nothing and an empty glass bottle of beer appeared where it would have been tripped on. Needless to say, Summer was crying in surprise while getting hugged by who I'm tempted to call Qrow and Raven was arguing with Ozpin on this.
Once the group in front of me calmed down and faced me Qrow grabbed a bottle of beer from thin air and downed the whole bottle of its alcohol before turning in my direction to drop his bottle in shock. "Hi" is what I believe I said at the time though the memory is blurry for some reason but I think that one of them knocked me out with a mug of all things. My last thought before I lost consciousness was 'Why?'.
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A birdcage, unknown location, probably Remanent
"What do we do with it?" One annoyed female voice asked.
Do with what?
"Wait till it wakes up and ask it questions" Ozpin answered the clearly stressed female in a calm tone.
Ask who what?
Little did I know I was the cause of the discussion. "Birds cannot talk Ozpin" the annoyed one responded in a serious tone.
I think now would be a good time to get up. I began stretching my wings, legs and arms as I got up. Just like any other morning I extended and retracted my feathers, shifted my dorsal feathers, ejected my ranged scales from my arms and scratched my itchy outer beak, then my inner beak, then my lips and finally my tongue before closing my mouth and scratching the dust out of my eyes, yawning throughout the entire process. While I was waking up Ozpin and the annoyed one stared at the scene in front of them bewildered by the sight before them. I then opened my eyes and caught sight of Ozpin and a witch with a riding crop in her hand staring straight at me. "What's with the looks of shock?" Was my first question before I noticed my situation and tucked my arms beneath my wings to hide them.
The birdcage that I was situated in had a perch in the middle, a water tray on the floor, a small bowl of birdseed attached to the bars, hay on the floor in one corner, a tiny pile of air dust beside me and a bunch of the bars of the cage in front of me were dented with each dent holding a sharp scale embedded sticking out of the other side of the bars. The birdcage is placed on the end of the desk in the office with Ozpin sitting in the chair behind the desk and the witch standing beside him in a defensive stance. Before the two behind the desk could reply a loud ping notified us that the lift doors had opened, Taiyang Xiao Long had arrived.
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