Was working on the other thing I'm writing, got writer's block, and then this sort of materialized. Tomoko is just a really fun character to play with. I have no idea where I'm going with this, and I'm not too sure if I'm even going to continue this. Oh well, not like anyone's gonna read this anyway.
In the world of Remnant, there are great warriors, known as Hunters, that fight off the monsters of Grimm and keep the peace among humans. Through years of training and the utilization of their custom weapons, the very extension of their souls, Hunters and Huntresses are among the most respected men and women in the world.
And then there's me, Tomoko Kuroki, age: fifteen, Huntress-in-training at Signal Academy, and stuck so far down the barrel its amazing I even have a rank. Damn regulations meant to make every child feel important with the rewarding of mediocrity. They're just patronizing us by saying "you tried." And for the record, I wouldn't suck so much if I could just figure out how my weapon works! No matter how I look at it, it's this damn thing's fault I'm not popular!
On paper, Wings of Sorrow (Registered as Wings of Chaos, but sorrow is all this thing ever brings me) is practically an apocalypse gun. A set of dual-rifles that shoot hyper-beams that will wreck whatever I aim at while scorching the crap out of anything around it. All the benefits of a machine gun and a flamethrower in just one shot. In melee-mode, they become some kind of laser tonfas or something, I don't know, I was thinking more about how badass it was to fire two hyper-beams at once. But in reality, you could never tell they were meant to be dual-wielded because I can never freaking separate them! Instead of two monster rifles I have one giant paperweight, and that's only the first thing on my long list of grievances. I can't pull the trigger to fire them...er...it because it's stuck on safety and I just can't find the damn safety. Why the hell did I even put a safety on this thing!? In what possible scenario would this thing ever go off on accident!? I probably shouldn't tempt fate like that; it never ends well for me. But since I can't even separate my rifles, I can't activate their melee-mode. So, again, giant-ass paperweight with bayonets duct-taped to the barrels. No, seriously, that's how I fixed my "no melee-mode" problem. I attached bayonets to it with duct-tape. So most people think that I have a really sharp battering ram, which is really all this thing can be used for.
You know what? I should be glad Wings of Sorrow doesn't work. The kickback from those two rifles firing at once would probably not only kill me, but push my small frame halfway across the continent. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have focused so much on the aesthetics of it and worked a little more on functionality. And in hind sight, maybe I have gone with something more stealthy to go with my semblence, Fade. No, its not total invisibility, god forbid I get anything that cool. I can make myself disappear, which is convenient, but only in dark places, which is not-so-convenient. And how well I can blend in with shadows is relative to how dark it is. Basically, the less you can see the more transparent I become. Useful if I'm playing hide-and-seek with faunus kids at night. Otherwise, I'd might as well hide behind a sign saying "I'm not here." Um...N-not that I've actually done anything like that before.
They say that our weapons are extensions ourselves. I try not to think about that too much because its just too damn depressing to think that this huge cumberance says anything about me. Is that what I am? Just nothing but dead-weight? Is that why one want to associate with me? There I go thinking about it again. I want to call bullshit on it so bad too, I just want to toss her for something that actually works, but damn it I just can't bring myself abandon Wings of Sorrow like that. Just like everyone else, I built her from scratch but no one else had the ideas I had. I put my heart and soul into building her. It would just feel so wrong to just dump her. I remember the day I built her I thought to myself, if I saw one more goddamn sword I was going to unleash hell with the pull of a trigger. The most creative thing I saw aside from Wings (or rather what Wings was meant to be) was this giant scythe that used a sniper rifle for a base.
Hey, now that I think about it, the girl who built that scythe...What was her name? Lindsey? Rossy? Ruby. Ruby Rose! She got accepted and moved up to Beacon not too long ago after she tried to stop a Dust shop robbery or something. Since the year started, all I've heard about was how she was some sort of prodigy who advanced two years early. I'll bet she's real popular over there, being the youngest Huntresses accepted at Beacon. Really popular... Holy crap, that gives me an idea! I just have to catch some attention by proving what a badass huntress I am already! I just need to get...my weapon...to...work...Crap!