Alien.
AN: This series is dedicated to Monty Oum, a man who made his dream a reality.
(000)
My name is Clark Kent. I've lived on Remnant for all my life…..well that's what I thought up until a few months ago. All my life, I've been different from everyone else, Humans and Faunus don't even come close to what I can do. I can move faster than a speeding bullet, leap over tall buildings in a single bound, and I'm more powerful than a locomotive.
A few weeks ago, I did something that would have killed anyone else. And since then the fact that I survived it…...makes me feel detached from….everything. I'm not human….but my parents brought me up with humanity, and I need to get that back.
My name is Clark Kent. And I'm a Alien.
(000)
The fields outside the window zoomed past the occupants of the bus. As the bus continued down the road, it passed a lone figure on the side of the road. The young man watched as the us traveled up the next hill, the young man had black hair that was left unkempt, his eyes were a stunning shade of light blue.
His clothing consisted of a white sweater under a black leather jacket with red two stripes on the left arm sleeve and a matching colored hood. Over his back was a large duffle bag containing everything he decided to take with him. "Could probably have gotten to the city days ago Clark, but no, you decided to walk, help clear your head." he muttered to himself as he walked a steady path.
As he walked up the hill, he could see the tall buildings of Vale. Walking up to the apex of the hilltop, he slowed to a stop to get a good look of the city. He's been to Vale a few times in the past few months, only they were for more….serious circumstances.
Walking down the hill towards the city, he entered the city limits a few minutes later. Even with the threat of Grim, the city was so safe that the need to put up a physical barrier to keep the creatures out. Walking through the city streets, Clark couldn't help but feel out of his element.
He grew up in Smallville all his life, moving to the kingdom of Vale was a big step, and he was more than a little nervous about it. Reaching into his pocket, Clark felt his wallet, containing all his lien. But if he was going to stay here then he was going to need a job. Thankfully he was a man of…..many talents.
(000)
Grifball, one of the world's greatest past times. The players were all covered head to toe in padding, the rules being that if you get hit the armor will lock up on you for a short period before the player can move again. The objective of the game was simple as well, get the ball to the other side to score a point, the team with the most points win.
"Alright listen up you maggots! Your objective, in it's complex entirety, is to escort this ball." The coach in red armor said, pointing to the ball near his feet, "To that side," he continued, pointing to the other end of the field, "Without them," he gestured to the opposing side's recruits, "Handing you all your collective asses!" the coach finished.
Clark looked around, his red helmet in his hands. Everyone here was a few inches taller than him…..and bigger…..and buffer. But Clark wasn't intimidated, he's faced scarier things, like Martha Kent without coffee.
The opposing team's coach walked up beside the red one, "Alright everyone, we only have a few spots open on the team, so we're going to practice both offense and defense today." he explained. This guy seeming more calm and collected than his counterpart. When he noticed Clark the blue froze, "Um…...are you sure we should be letting him try out?"
"We let Caboose try out." a the red stated bluntly.
"I brought my grandmother's famous hair pie!" Clark heard one of the men on the blue team whisper…..maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"I'm just saying, and no offense, he's kinda small." The blue coach said.
"Did he sign his papers?" the red asked.
"Yeah but-" the blue began.
"Everyone kill the newb!" The red coach yelled over to the blue team, making them all cheer as the blue coach put a hand on his helmet. Clark simply put his helmet on with a smirk, this was gonna be fun. After everyone got into position with their equipment, the game started.
And that basically meant everyone charged the opposite team like maniacs. And that basically was Grifball in a sense, senseless violence. But it was fun. Very fun.
Clark managed to avoid the many players, not wanting to accidentally break the suit if he gets frozen and still try to move. But while everyone was trying to bludgeon each other, Clark spotted the ball. Running over he scooped the ball up off the ground as he kept running.
A pair of the blue team players tried to flank him with sledges. He ducked his body low to avoid them, throwing his elbows out the pair went flying off their feet on either side, the two were fine, just had a little wind knocked out of him.
Clark could hear about six more players behind him, catching up to him fairly quickly. Clark picked up his speed a little, so much that there was no way they could even come close to putting their hands on him. Approaching the goal, he slowed down to a stop as he scored a point, not even breaking a sweat.
The two coaches were speechless until the red one spoke up. "Mother of god. Get him a contract." he ordered as Clark took his helmet off, looking at the other players on the teams.
The players who didn't have super strength, speed, and hearing. Who really wanted this job. "Uh….about that….I'll have to think about it." he said, making both the coaches look at him fall from the moon.
(000)
The next stop on the city tour for a job was the Schnee Dust Company. "Now Mr. Kent, I feel like you don't quite understand the scientific knowledge that this job requires." the representative said, the man in the very expensive looking suit was nice enough to give Clark a tour of the facility.
Clark looked through a few of the windows they passed by, some of them had scientists working on various projects down on the ground floor. "And I understand that farm boy from Smallville isn't where you would typically expect someone with the capability to work here to come from." Clark said understandingly.
The man slowed to a stop, folding his hands behind his lower back. "I don't mean any offense Mr. Kent," he started.
Clark smiled and waved him off, "Oh no it's completely fine." he said before noticing the window behind the man. In the next room was a long and complex equation on a board surrounded by scientists, "What are they working on?" Clark asked, gesturing to the next room.
The representative looked back in before speaking, "That's a formula we've been working on to convert salt water into drinkable clean water." he explained. "It's something that they've been working on for the past three years, it's nothing definite but it's progress." he explained.
As he spoke, Clark had taken out a pen and paper he brought in case he needed it. Quickly scribbling down a few calculations before handing to the man, "Walk in there and hand them this." he stated.
The rep looked at the calculation strangely before he decides to humor the kid. Clark watched as he entered the room and got one of the scientist's attention. Showing him the calculations, the man looked down at it before looking at the board.
Clark smirked as the scientist waved the formula around. The representative came out a few seconds later with a huge grin on his face. "Mr. Kent! Please….don't leave." he asked.
Clark smiled, worst case, he helped advance the science a few years in a day.
(000)
Clark interviewed at about a dozen more places, each of them high paying, and each one offering a little help to the world as a whole. Clark had rented a hotel room for the night, the resume papers spread out over across his bed.
The room was fairly simple, a dresser was on the wall opposite of the bed. A small projector sat atop it for showing TV and movies that could be ordered. The young man had just finished re-reading all the contracts that went along with the resumes. There was good health plans, though he didn't really need them, along with vacation, dental, and the other usual coverages along with a few others.
As Clark set down one of the papers, his scroll chimed. Digging into his pocket he pulled out the device, once he saw who was calling he smiled before holding it up to his ear he spoke, "Hey dad." he greeted.
He just knew his dad was smiling on the other end of the call. 'Hey Clark, just calling to check in.' he explained.
"How's Mom?" Clark asked with a tiny smirk. Either Martha or Jonathan had called him once every day since he left home to check in on him. Not that he minded of course.
'She's good. She just went out to get some eggs from the chickens.' he said, 'Well how's the journey going? You finally get to the big city?' he asked. When Clark first told them about going to the city, his parents had been completely supportive, telling him that if he wanted to head across the world that they would be support him.
"Yeah, I just arrived here today. I got like a dozen different job applications here. Best of all they pay me so much I could pay the farm's mortgage this year." he added happily. His family was not wealthy, but they had managed to get on by with a few loans from the bank and Clark kicking in some money without his parent's knowledge.
Clark was actually the one who helped calculate all the money owed with his math skills. He could solve any equation, well the ones that he's come across anyways, he honestly didn't know how he did it, he's heard what has to me a million times how the most powerful calculator is the brain but it was pretty literal in his case.
He could hear his father pause for a moment, 'Clark you know we don't need much.' he stated understandingly. 'Your mother and I told you that we'll be able to take care of ourselves. You don't need to worry.' he explained. Clark wasn't entirely convinced though, 'Clark if you really want to help us, you should do something that makes you happy. That's all me and your mother ever wanted. It's all a parent wants.' he said confidently.
"But…..isn't that selfish?" he asked. With all his gifts, Clark felt like he owed it to the world to use his abilities to help people. Just like his parents taught him to.
'Is it? Clark everyone in the world wants to do what they want in life but sometimes they aren't given a chance to chase after it. We don't want that for you, we want you to enjoy your life son. But if you can find a way to help others and enjoy it? Then that just makes it better.' His father said encouragingly.
Clark smiled, leave it to Jonathan Kent to find a way to give him the exact answer he wants without knowing what he wants himself. "I suppose so…..thanks dad." he said gratefully.
'Anytime son. And don't be afraid to come by for visits. Your best friend here is missing you.' Jonathan said knowingly. It was true that Clark had decided to leave Krypto behind with his parents, mainly because the dog could better protect them from damaged than he could.
Well that and walking around with a half wolf half canine in the city was more than likely to raise a few questions. He loved Krypto to death, but he was just too big to hide in plain sight. "Next time I drop by I'll pick up a steak for him. Bye dad." he said before his father said the same and hanging up.
Putting his scroll back in his pocket, he looked out the window at the setting sun. He had a few hours before it was dark, why not enjoy the city?
A few minutes later the alien walked out of the front doors to the hotel and down the street. He could easily find a diner or something to eat at for dinner but he wanted to enjoy the walk itself.
Searching for his humanity may have been a bit of stretch, what Clark felt like was…...he didn't feel right. He had this feeling in his gut that kept him up at night, granted he didn't NEED to sleep, but it didn't stop worrying him.
The other thing that bugged him was the meteorite itself. When he got close one of the fragments of it, he felt sick, and he has never been sick in his entire life. Honestly that worried him a little, but at the same time it relieved him to know that he was not completely impervious to everything.
Shaking his head of those thoughts, he turned a corner towards a courtyard where a small structure sat in the middle, bacon ally a outdoor diner. Walking up to the cashier, he ordered a tray of food before going to sit down and eat.
As Clark ate, he listened. His super hearing could pick up sounds going for miles. He actually could hear what was going on in Vale yesterday if he tried hard enough. Clark usually used it to listen to the radio waves that were broadcast, he could listen to music, news broadcasts, whatever he wanted really.
But he could also hear things…..not very pleasant. Like gunshots, yelling, and a lot of other less kind things. But Clark just blocks it out, he can't do anything about it anyway….as much as he wished that wasn't true.
Turning his attention back to his food, he thought back to the jobs. It's not like he didn't enjoy them, but at the same time he wasn't jumping for joy about any of them either. He wanted to have fun when going into work, not something trivial but something that he liked doing.
His job at the Smallville Torch wasn't bad, just tedious honestly. Maybe something more creative was his level? There was a contract for a building architect, he could build homes for people, give them a roof over their heads. It's creative at least, and it does give back to people.
But was that enough? Clark thought as a man with his hoodie walked behind him, his footsteps getting his attention. But his hearing picked up something else, rattling, coming from his pocket. Looking over, he looked at the hoodie pocket and focused his vision, his eyes turning a slightly lighter shade of blue as his X-Ray vision turned on.
Looking through the cloth of his hoodie, he saw a small gun. The man stood and the counter and grabbed it before pulling it out and aiming it at the startled cashier, "Register, now." he demanded.
Clark turned his attention to the weapon itself, his eyes turned to a yellowish orange color as invisible heat shot out from his eyes at the barrel. Last thing he wanted to was ignore the gunpowder in the magazine and make it blow up.
The metal turned red from the heat, the man yelped as he dropped the burning hot metal, his hand slightly burned from the heat but nothing serious. The gun dropped from his hand, Clark let time slow to a crawl around him, standing up and rushing over at speeds too fast for the naked eye, he simply shoved the man.
The force wasn't much, a simple shove, but it sent the man flying through the air before he hit the ground unconscious. By the time the cashier registered what happened, Clark was throwing his tray away in the trash bin.
That was…right. That felt right.
Looking back, he watched the man dial the police as the man remained unconscious. Well…...it's not like I haven't helped out people before. Clark thought as he remembered his adventures in Smallville.
Ok, let's say I do this. I go zooming around the city helping people. What then? He can't exactly just do that for his entire life…..can he?
"Well…...huntsmen and huntresses do it. And I have more at my disposal than them." He muttered, Ruby was fifteen and she was already training to become a fighter. He was eighteen and he saved his hometown from destruction.
Clark stopped, "Ok let's say for the sake of argument I'm thinking about this. How would this work? I can't just dedicate my life to this." he stated obviously. Clark wanted a normal life for as long as he wanted, but he also knew that his powers came with a responsibly to use them to help people.
Clark pondered that for a moment, Ok what about this, until decide on a job I'll do this? It is helping people like dad said, and he liked doing that, but there was a problem.
He may be able to move faster than the eye can track, but even he needs to stop once and awhile. Thinking over for a moment, a idea came to mind.
(000)
Clark felt a little stupid right now, standing on top of one of the tallest buildings in the city in just a hoodie? Yeah if Yang saw him right now she would be laughing her ass off, "Ok, so what do I do now?" he asked himself. "Well…..I guess I use super hearing." he muttered before listening in.
One of the first things he heard was a car alarm blaring a few blocks away. Dropping down from the rooftop he took off at super speed.
Zig-zagging through the streets of the city, Clark stopped behind a man trying to force a car door open. "Just stop what your doing and walk away." Clark stated, making the man whirl around.
The man took one look and bellowed in laughter, "Oh who are you supposed to be? The neighborhood watch?" he asked, pulling out a sizable gun from his back. Clark was starting to question what kind of firearm laws there are here because that thing looks plain dangerous.
The man fired without hesitation. As the rounds collided with with his chest, the crushed against his skin, the metal crushing against his skin. The man unloaded the entire clip into the young man, Clark didn't so much as flinch. The man's eyes widened in disbelief before Clark zoomed over and shoved him over the car and into the wall of the building before losing consciousness.
Clark zoomed away when he heard one of the inhabitants of the building dial the police to investigate gunshots. Clark watched from a few blocks away through some walls to watch the police arrest him.
Clark grinned, "Ok. I think I can get used to this." she stated happily before he heard the police car's radio call for another unit. Zooming off into the night, Clark couldn't help but smile as he launched himself up into the air overtop buildings.
(Three weeks later)
Clark walked down the street to his apartment with a decent sized bag of groceries in his hands. Clark had been going out every night to stop crime, and he loved it. Of course he has to find a job sooner or later if he wants to stay in his nice little apartment.
Turning right, he climbed up the stairs to the building and opened the door as he balanced the bags in his arms. Entering the building, he heard the slow clocking of heels heading towards him, holding the door open, he moved his bags to see the kind old woman who he ran into a few times in the last few weeks.
"Hello Ms. Nell." he greeted kindly as he held the door open for her.
The older woman smiled with gratefulness, "Why thank you Clark." she said as she started down the steps. "My granddaughter is still looking for a nice man like you Clark, you should drop by to meet her." she suggested.
Clark's cheeks blushed pink, "T-Thank you Ms. Neil but I'm not sure if I'm going to be staying here much longer. My rent is almost due and I'm not too sure of I'm going to be able to stay here very longer." he said sadly.
No job and a hotel room? He knew it was only a matter of time before he ran low on his money, he could probably find a new place pretty easily. "Oh that's a shame, I think you two would have gotten along." she said as Clark closed the door behind him.
Clark zoomed up the stairs to his room, opening the door and closing it behind him he quickly put all his food in it's proper place. After finishing up, Clark walked over to his bed and laid down, grabbing the remote he turned on the TV.
'-with the start of spring coming up it seems that the weather will finally break. ' the weatherman said as the tv switched to the main anchor, Lisa Lavender.
'In other news. The mysterious 'Guardian of Vale' struck again last night. A pair of guards discovered a small van overturned on it's side with ten thousand lien on top with the thieves inside and the doors crushed so they couldn't be opened.' the woman announced. Clark thought back to last night, six men had tore out a few ATM machines with all the money inside.
Clark had to admit it was a little out there, but ramming into it's side to turn it over and crushing the doors was just a precaution for them not to escape.
He also had to say the name Guardian seemed…..a little out of left field.
Not like he hated it, it was surprisingly accurate for a name for someone that no one has seen. He went to an extreme not to be seen, and so far, as far as he knew, no one had even seen him. He was ok with being a urban legend, besides Clark didn't like attention. The less he has the better.
"Speaking of." Clark muttered, climbing off the bed he kneeled down and reached under the bed, grabbing his hoodie, he noticed that the past few weeks hadn't been kind.
His skin may be harder than steel, but his clothes sure weren't. The hoodie was a little beat up, a few sewn up cuts and bullet impact points. But a few calls to Martha Kent taught him how to stitch back together his clothes.
Pulling the hoodie over his head. He pulled the hood up before turning off the lights. Walking her to the window, he pushed them open and leapt outside into the air. Landing on a rooftop a few blocks away, he listened in for anything that sounded like it needed his attention.
'Crystals, clean, uncut. Now." a deep male voice demanded. Clark turned to the origin of the voice.
He is not exactly polite. Clark thought before dropping from the roof and zooming through the streets of the city. Clark had all but memorized the layout of the city, though it was easy with a perfect memory.
Turning around the corner, his eyes looked far ahead to the end of the street. What he saw nearly made him trip up. Ruby Rose, the little sister he never had, we handing a handful of goons their asses. Clark stopped his shoes against the ground so fast that smoke started to come off them before ducking into a alley and watching from a distance.
He watched as Ruby used her giant scythe/sniper rifle, during it off to the side and using the recoil to zoom out of the way of gunfire. "Holy crap." he muttered quietly as he saw Ruby slam her weapon's blunt end into the criminal with enough force to render him unconscious.
That's when Clark finally took notice of the final man. He stood out from the others dreadicslky, a white suit jacket with dress pants, along with a bowlers hat and cane. His hair was orange, with enough of it to cover his right eye. Clark recognized him as Roman Torchwick, one of the most infamous criminals in the entire world.
"Ruby get out of there you're too green." he whispered harshly. Focusing on Torchwick, he watched as he dropped a cigar out of his mouth as he begun to speak. Clark focused his X-ray vision on the cane, his eyes widened when he found a trigger and what looked like mini grenades inside.
He lifted the cane, small crosshairs popping out the end before shooting what looked like a Roman candle. Ruby was smart though, aiming the muzzle of her weapon down, she shot herself up into the air to avoid the attack.
Roman ran across the street to the side of s building to s ladder leading to the top. Ruby asked the shopkeeper if he was ok with going after him, not catching the blue of red and blue leap up to the side of the building.
Roman heard a pair of feet land on the roof, turning around he fired at Clark. Can't let my clothes get damaged, if Ruby sees me this is over before it starts. Clark thought as he traced out and caught the blast in his hand, the explosion was contained to his hand.
The criminal did a double take, "Ok wait what!?" He asked before he realized who he was, "Oh waiiiit. Your him! Your that Guardian guy aren't you? I gotta say your not as big as I thought." he admitted.
Clark was about to rush over when he heard a gunshot behind him, turning around he saw a Ruby land on the rooftop as well. Oh that's just-
BOOM!
Clark was blasted off the roof, flying over the dust shop and into the alley behind it. "Aaaggggghh…...what hit me?" Clark asked, looking down at his hoodie us saw a large burn mark in the middle of his chest. "Well….at least it wasn't a headshot." he muttered, thinking of the good news as he got up onto his feet.
Looking through the building with his X-ray vision, he saw that Ruby wasn't alone, a blonde adult woman with a riding crop was pointing at a…..
"Since when do bad guys get a hovercraft!?" Clark asked, as the woman flicked the crop up into the air, a purple light going up into the air before busting and forming clouds. A moment later it started raining ice shards.
"...what?" Clark asked in shock. As the ice rained down, a massive wave of heat shot out from the side of the craft. Clark finally noticed a figure inside the craft while Roman flew, but when he tried to look at this woman's face, it was blurred?
Shaking his head, he tried again but he still couldn't see her face, "Again. What?!" he asked loudly. Gathering himself, he leapt up onto the roof of the dust shop and looked at the woman, his eyes turned red before red beans of heat shot out at her. Heat Vision didn't exactly melt people on contact, the heat from it can be used to knock people off their feet, like getting hit with a heatwave.
The woman raised her hand, the heat vision breaking upon contact with the air in front of her hand. Clark debated internally on whether he should crank up the power or simply stop, but it was made for him when the woman shoved her hand forward, almost recoiling the heat vision right back at him.
Clark as blasted back a few feet across the roof.
As the ship took off into the sky, Clark was about to leap over and crash into it before a light shined from under his feet. Looking down he saw a strange almost flaming symbol on the ground. He backpedaled away, the ground exploding in front of him with enough force to throw him off again.
When he picked himself up, he looked down and groaned, his hoodie was completely trashed, even if he wanted to go after a Roman, and he really did, he couldn't without revealing his face. Zooming away at super speed, he heard Ruby speak to the older woman, 'Can I have your autograph?' Ruby asked pleadingly.
(000)
'I can't believe you got arrested.' Yang said as she and Ruby walked out of the police station. When she gotten a call at home to come pick her up from the police station, she freaked out. But when Ruby explained explained what happened and she was just called in for questioning, she was relived.
'I didn't!' Ruby said for what had to be the fifth time.
'Yeah and the guy who shot fire-' Yang started.
'The Guardian!' Ruby said excitedly, 'It was soooo cool! I saw him catch one of those things that guy was shooting and it exploded in his hand! It was awesome!' she said, almost bouncing in her step from the sheer excitement of the encounter.
Clark smiled.
When he heard the blonde woman was taking Ruby to jail, he immediately went home and got into his street clothes to go meet them. The spare hoodie he had for when the other one was finally damaged beyond repair, the same one he dumped on his way home.
'Ruby I love you little sis, but I think you were seeing things. People don't shoot fire out of they're eyes.' she stated, Ruby stopped have folded her arms over her chest, giving Yang a look, the older sister realized what she meant. 'Ok ok, maybe he shot fire out of something.' she said, her hand subconsciously twirling a strand of her hair.
Clark thought for a moment before smirking. Standing up from his spot on the rooftop above them, he looked at the stone wall beside the sisters.
"Your hair can get on fire, what's so hard to believe a guy who can look fire?" Ruby asked.
Yang ran a hand down her face, she just wanted to get home and tell dad what happened. The poor man must be worried sick about them, "Look Rubes, I'm just saying that it's something I'd have to see to believe." she explained.
A read beam shot between her and her sister, making the younger girl step back with a 'eep'. Yang fallowed the beam to the side of the wall beside them as it quickly burned something into it. When the flames died down, on the wall was a sort of symbol.
It looked like a Dimond with a large stylized S in the middle. The sisters looked back towards the origin point of the beam, they froze when they saw the red hooded figure standing on the roof across the street, his eyes glowing red before dying down.
When he disappeared in a blue of motion to the side, Yang Blinked before processing what just happened. "Holy crap….." she muttered as Ruby squealed in excitement at the spectacle.
"That. Was. Awesome!" she yelled as she hopped into the air.
Clark smiled a few blocks away at the sound of Ruby's happiness.
Yeah he could definitely get used to doing this.
AN: Ok so I know what happened. But before you read any further I must give a spoiler warning fr the newest RWBY episode.
( SERIOUSLY HUGE SPOILER ALERT)
We good? Ok.
Yes. Yang got her arm chopped off by (*cough*dickhead*cough*) Adam. Was o shocked? You bet your ass I was. But after getting over my initial fears and anxieties ( along with staying up all night) I approached this whole scene with logic.
Now I have a few posts like this on tumblr that go into detail but I'll Just try to hit the key points here on why Yang will be ok.
For one, her arm was not destroyed. If it was destroyed it would have disintegrated like the robot in the 'Black' trailer. Now how do we know it didn't happen offscreen? The disintegration in RWBY is instantaneous, and the cutting off scene was in Slow motion. So by that logic it wasn't destroyed. Also if it was the case then Yang would have turned to dust as well.
And if it was gone for good, RT would have showed it, similar how they showed penny's death as well as her sword cutting through a piece of her shirt. They like to hammer the nail to the board if you catch my meaning.
Secondly, It is possible that Blake grabbed the arm as she was sneaking out. Blake used a clone to distract Adam long enough to get out of there. The entire time the camera was focused on clone Blake, Yang, and Adam. And in that time we didn't see the arm, but Blake got away with Yang, it is very possible she herself could have taken the arm as well.
Third, Yang's aura, the gold flames, we're trying to heal her wound the second it happened. Some say this is a substitute for actual blood but I remind you that Aura heals wounds automatically, I'm not saying that Yang's arm is a stub because it takes longer than that.
Also to put a end to the 'Adam's blade cauterized the wound, he flicked WET BLOOD off the blade. If it was red hot, that blood would not be there, and Blake's wound would be smoking.
Now I do believe that the arm can be reattached. Her aura is clearly intact, Adam's sword simply got around it somehow. The arm can be reattached, her aura is trying to heal it so it's got to be possible to put it back together and have Aura start to close it.
Now others think that Yang will get a prosthetic arm, but the main flaw with that idea is where would she go to get one? Vale's hospitals are probably all abandoned, not to mention so far away Yang would die before getting there.
But also, it is possible that her aura could repair the arm enough that they would need to bandage it to keep it together with some support.
But the most damning piece of evidence is this.
In the Volume 2 after credits, we see Yang speaking to her mother, Raven. Beacon is abandoned, no one is around, and doesn't that seem like a battlefield after the battle has been waged? It's a flash forward, in the volume one post credits they Also hint at the future, (showing Cinder, Emerald, and Mercury) but this is a more literal term.
And I'm not sure about the dream theory for it, we've only seen something like it during the episode 'Fall' which was a flashback episode. And the fact that in Volume 3 when she talked to Qrow, she said that she recognized HER MOTHER'S SWORD. And didn't mention dreaming about meeting her.
Now, Raven says, they have a lot to talk about, now I have a idea what that could be but that's not important. What is important is that Yang has her arm intact there. So I could see a few possibilities as to how it was reattached.
Like stated above, her aura healed the wound but was medically treated after everything and it's back in working order.
Ozpin or maybe Glynda find Blake and Yang and heal the limb with their powers.
Or, and my most favorite one, Raven comes back and finds Yang and uses her Aura (or magic if she is a maiden like we all think she is) to heal the arm back into working order. That then leads to the 'talk' they have at the end of volume 2.
Also, this is just like when we all thought Yang was going to Jail for what happened with Mercury. We all based our ideas on what we saw, but ignored what we didn't see. By using logic I kept thinking that Yang would get Disqualified from the tournament, and maybe even suspended from Beacon. But she didn't even get suspended.
Besides, giving Yang a robot arm after this? It just seems like rewarding her for bad behavior, launching herself at Adam like that wasn't a smart move on her end, but I understand that she was acting on impulse and you can get caught in the moment. Also, Mercury and Ironwood's wounds are clearly far worse than what Yang had. Both of them I assume ran out of Aura and had to get their prosthetics to survive. But Yang's aura was intact, as I explained earlier.
Also, Ironwood had aces des to military scientists like Penny's father to build it for him. Mercury had Cinder and her 'boss' to give him the legs as well.
I've also heard some ideas of Yang actually frowning the entire limb back but….I'm not entirely sold on that idea personally, but if she had Aura from others like everyone fighting? Maybe.
(SPOILERS ARE OVER YOU CAN READ NOW)
So yeah, that's a rant if I ever saw one.
But I also want to inform you al that due to Volume 3's more mature nature, I may put that under the M category when I get to it. I'm not a hundred percent sure as of now but I'm thinking about it.
Well that's all, it's good to be back but like I said with my last chapter in my Spidy story, I'm going to be updating my stories randomly from now. Doing the same thing over and over gets a little boring.
Until next time guys, have a good one.