Rwby: Spit that hot fire.
A/N Hello my comrades, it is I; Silent soviet. As a new author on Fanfiction, I would first off like to clear something up. I don't write smut. However, the comedy/seriousness of my stories should keep you entertained. I will write romance, but as T and K only. I will write rated m stories, but with borderline T romance. Anyway, enough with that, lets begin our story of how team RWBY and the P&N of JNPR find out about Jaune and Ren being all star rappers. But it isn't a story unless we have an OC, is it? Rwby doesn't belong to me, otherwise there would be a team CCCP. Rwby belongs to Monty Oum, and Roosterteeth. I also do not own THE periodic table, but I have one. His name is an alteration of : Zirconum Key
Age: 16
Appearance: 7'2 (yes, he's a giant, but I wanted an OC who was a bit shy about his height), Brown scruffy hair, one Lime green eye, one completely white. He wears a bandage to cover his white eye and his burns. Wears an old brown duster coat. His face is burned under the right eye, causing the white. Has black jeans on, and black cleated (?) boots. Wears a chain around his left shoulder going to his right hip. Instead of a left hand, it is a tomahawk (imagine a futuristic iron axe from Skyrim) that can turn into a sawed off shotgun, which he hides his disfigurement with a knot in his jacket, saying it's a dare to throw people off. When combined with the chain, he can launch the tomahawk into an enemy (or an inanimate object), and a winch in his arm pulls him toward an enemy. Carries a holster with a .500 (its real, look it up or just watch FPS Russia's video 'strongest handgun in the world) revolver. He's a bit muscular, but more of a brainiac.
Semblance: similar to Yang's, but when he gets infuriatingly pissed off, he transforms into one of 3 creatures (depending on anger) 1. You make fun of his appearance= Alpha Beowulf
2. You make fun of a Faunus= Giant Ursa
3. You bring up his family in a negative way= Were-Hyena.
Weapon names: Snowbreaker (pistol)
Walking Ram (tomahawk/sawed off)
Back-story: As a youngster, his mother had died defending her sons from a just-turned White Fang attack. When he and his brother were 12 & 13, his brother caught pneumonia and died, leaving him and his father. At 15, he met an old man (Gerald) in the park, after being teased by a group of "popular kids" (dinkelberg). Luckily, the old man helped out, and he had a grandpa-figure and a father. 3 months later, his father had died from a car accident with a lady who was texting and driving. All Zirc had left was the old man, a large house, and some money to get him through the year. When he turned 16, he wanted to be recruited into beacon, to become a hunter to support himself and others. Thanks to the old man, he had a connection to beacon, for Ozpin was a friend of the old man. Just 5 months before Zirc's birthday, the old man had died of 3 types of cancer. Broken, and broke, Zirc turned to Ozpin for help. Since Ozpin was a good guy (and the fact that it would haunt him forever if he didn't), he took him in and entered him into beacon, as that was his father's last wish. Now he is on a dust plane to beacon, surrounded by other kids, which isn't necessarily helping his nervousness and paranoia.
Line break, Bitches
Zirc, P.O.V
'OH OUM WHAT DO I DO, THEYRE ALL STARING AT ME, INTO MY S- oh wait, just do what Gerald told me to do'.
With that I put in my ear buds, and listened to one of My favorites: Assassins Creed Unity Rap by Dan Bull.
'Aaahhhhhhhhhhh, much better' I thought with a content face as I sat down on a bench, making myself appear as short as most of the people if they were to sit down. A few minutes passed when I felt 2 presences right on each side of me, and the smell of vomit reached my nose. Hyeckh*, " Ugh, sweet blueberry muffins, what is that smell?" As I opened my one eye and turned near the scent, I was met with a river of fire, and 2 *ahem, "spheres". "Ew ew ew ew, oh my oum this is gross, of course it has to be MY shoe and no-one else's, ugh, good thing I brought wipes and Lysol". As the 'Eye-catching' girl was done cleaning, she looked up and saw one of our soon-to-be-emcees. "Oh, hey cutie, didn't see you there. But I bet you saw me perfectly, isn't that right?" While saying this, she caused earth and mars to move together. This caused me to look away and blush the color of an Old Dust deodorant spray bottle. "Damn it yang, you scared him." As I looked to my right, I saw the most Kawaii person I will see in this chapter. She had red and black hair surrounding her face, the cutest button nose, and the right-pitched voice for someone her size-and age, as I would soon figure out.
"Aw, come on sis, I was only fooling around with him" said Yang, as I now knew her as. "Sorry about that, yang just likes to fool around with people she would deem friend worthy. And as a dating option". Before I could comprehend what she said, a pair of lips and a few breaths of air reached my ear, making me shudder. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" With this, I said his first words since meeting these 2: "please don't, I have really bad anxiety issues, but we can still be friends", I said with a sheepish smile. I looked at Yang and noticed she was fangirling. 'Ooooh, that's just WUNDERBAR, my voice has stunned 2 beautiful girls. They probably think I am a child of a movie star'. Which, although wasn't true, I still sounded like a younger Jam Belliot. " Oh. My. Oum. RUBY!" Yang shouted, almost loud enough to break my eardrum, and causing a few stares and glances. "I know, Yang, I KNOW!" Ruby squealed. "He sounds just like a younger Jam Belliot!" they said in unison. As Ruby and Yang started a conversation with me, eliciting a few responses out of my mouth (I still liked to make new friends), no one noticed a rather muscular individual with some friends, and dirty blonde hair into what one would normally assume the 'Douche bag hair position' approaching them.
" Hey babe, what say you ditch this loser and the little girl, and hang out with some real men" This made Yang look angry, Ruby look sad, but made my face into a questionable look. "What was that, Shit-for-brains" Growled Yang. "I said Blondie" he spat "that you should ditch little red and the scarred freak for us" He said as he gestured to his friends. When Yang was about to attack, I held my arm out and said, "Let me take him out, he should treat you two like girls, not as mere objects". After my haiku, I stood up, revealing my true height and slightly intimidating my opponents. "I'll tell you this one time, and one time only: unless they like you, don't hit on my friends." When I said this, a hologram appeared, but no one paid it any mind, as a major fight was about to break out. "And most importantly, don't make fun of my appearance." The bully yawned, while saying "what are you gonna do about it, Freak."
As the bully opened his eyes, he saw something that would cause nightmares for months. One hand was missing and had a tomahawk as a replacement; the other was a Beowulf arm holding the largest sidearm he'd ever seen. "Yang" I said in a slightly demonic voice. "Go to song number 47 on my DustPod, then hit bass boost". When yang went to the song, she noticed it was Ballroom Blitz, Remixed for Wubs. She hit bass boost and then play. What happened next was unbelievable to most. I started doing headspins and halos, singing along in Russian while shooting their legs and slashing their knees, laughing all the while, while blood started to gather on my legs. Pretty soon I was down to their midsections, watching as arteries and major life organs were spilling out. As more blood accumulated on my legs, I decided to finish it. I spun as fast as I could, creating a blood tornado. By the time the song was done, there was blood only around me, just floating. I sent this into the forest below, then turned to Ruby and Yang. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" shouted Yang.
Before she could go any further, a news report came on announcing that a certain dirty blonde haired individual and his oh-so-familiar lackeys were actually sexual predators, and snuck their way onto an airship heading in beacons' direction. "If anyone knows where they are, please alert us at ***-***-****". "Now fo- *ring *ring, Hello? …. Oh! You found them? Where? …. On your airship…. Wait, He was killed? By who?….. oh, there's a video…. O-okay. Attention all adults, please move kids under the age of 16 out of the room you are in, this video is violent, according to the caller." As the video played from the flirting to the phone call, my face grew white as a sheet, and I almost flipped the dash. When it was about to end, I decided to dip in a flash. Before I could, however, yang grabbed me and pulled me into a thank-you kiss. We kissed (I pulled into it because she said she wouldn't let me go if I didn't) until we heard the wolf whistles and the door opening, leading to beacon grounds. A blonde boy ran by me and vomited into a garbage can. 'Not even on solid ground yet and I've already killed a sexual predator, made 2 friends, and had my first kiss from a girl that was not related to me' I thought. "Well Zirc, this is going to be an interesting 4 years."
Finished! So how was it? I just want to say that I do not personally know Sam Elliot, nor do I own ballroom blitz. Anyway, next chapter comes out when I feel like it and have time. Until then, Guten Nacht, my readers. (I know that was german, I just don't know good night in Russian)