RWBY: Dual Eclipse
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
Scene Transitions
Author's Note: Ah, that miscellaneous mire that can be the mind. Always swarming with new ideas, yet fleeting enough to escape when you try to grasp 'em.
For the longest time, I had a RWBY character idea floating about, yet every time I've tried writing about them, things just ground to a halt. Whether it be trying to place them within the world, expand upon their backstory... things just stop and refuse to go anywhere. While I did originally conceptualize them for an RP, I figured they had enough to stand on their own... guess I still need more to work with on them.
So yeah, this... this originally started out as an attempt to flesh out that aformentioned character, but time and waning interest turned it into something else that kept popping up in my mind and refusing to go away. As most whom have read my prior works would know, I'm an avid Disgaea player. The series has managed to keep my interest whereas interest in other RPGs just kinda petered out, largely due to the excessive amount of post-game content and sheer customization for your units. For most people, it'd be an intimidating experience, but for someone like me whom enjoys getting the most out of their games, it's the gift that keeps on giving.
When you've poured thousands of hours into the series and its related works, and you're still finding new ways to play the game...
Anyway, this whole prompt came up due to this idea: as RWBY has a focus on weaponry used to combat the Grimm and other people, suppose that the Item World diving mechanic was introduced. Of course, since everyone's weaponry either doubles as guns or has some kind of secondary function, and thus there are many interchangable parts, I might have to do a bit of retooling as this prompt goes on. Depending on how this goes on, I may either expand this into something else or just leave it as is.
Either way, on with the show. I had to do a hell of a lot of guesswork and research to get a fair timeline for this story.
Disclaim-me-do: RWBY belongs to RoosterTeeth, Disgaea and its associated mechanics belong to Nippon Ichi Software. This is a for-fun kinda project.
Chapter 1: The Landing
The world of Remnant was one cast amidst in turmoil - ravenous monstrosities known as the Grimm ran far and wide, devastating civilizations and feasting off the humans' negative emotion. To combat these beasts, humanity utilized many different weapons, in conjuction with the natural resource known as Dust. Combined with the ability to wield their souls as both a protective Aura and as a Semblance unique to each individual, the Grimm were pushed back, but not completely taken down.
For time immemorial, this had been the general status quo of the world - even as technology improved, allowing for stronger weaponry yields and more effecient Dust usage, the Grimm gained strength as they lived on, learning from prior encounters and becoming smarter. For quite some time, this was the stalemate...
But what many had yet to grasp was that for all of the unprecedented peace outwardly shown, tensions were bubbling beneath the surface, long-running plans were falling into place...
Yet at the same time... even the grandest, longest-running of plans can be unceremoniously thrown into turmoil. All it could take is one element going unaccounted for, one loose piece in the grand scheme, and it all falls apart.
Vale Police Station, 9:21 A.M.
Working their way to an interrogation room was perhaps one of the oddest quartets to ever grace the halls of the station. What made this proceeding even stranger was the timeframe in which this was taking place.
Leading the way was a tall gentleman, easily around 6'6", with silver-tinted hair. He was clad in an olive-colored suit with matching pants, and had a cane in one hand. His other hand was occupied in holding a decorated coffee mug, the contents of which were rumored to change from time to time.
Following him was a blonde woman, only an inch shorter in stature, in a white, long-sleeved pleated top matched with a black, high-waisted pencil skirt. Her heels could be heard clacking down the hallway behind him.
The third member of this group was another man in a white suit overtop a black sweater, a white glove over his right hand. He easily stood at an equal height to the one in green. Oddly, there was a piece of metal above his right eyebrow, and his black hair was slowly greying along the sides. Noticably, he was holding onto a small box, within which lay two gilded gauntlets and a square-barreled white hand gun.
Following behind the former two, and in front of the latter man, was perhaps the most striking member of this group. He easily towered over the group, standing at least seven feet tall, with untamed brown hair. His duster jacket, a dark grey in color, was worn overtop a dark green muscle shirt, and camo-patterned pants completed his ensemble. An eyepatch lay over his left eye.
The silver-haired gentleman in green opened one of the interrogation rooms, motioning for the brunette to enter first. He did so, taking a seat at one end of the table. The other three soon took the other end, the silver-haired man taking the chair as his two associates merely stood to his sides.
"Now then..." The silver-haired man was the first to speak. "Before we begin, I believe proper introductions are in order." With a slight tilt of his head, he indicated for the other party to speak.
The brunette cast his orange-eyed gaze over to the other two people in the room. The blonde woman had an impassive gaze on him, green eyes trying to read his surface thoughts. The man in white, by contrast, had his arms crossed over his chest, a look of internal self-argument across his face.
"Fair enough." He spoke with a deep, almost rumbling sort of voice. "Name's Nelius Raoul."
"Very well, Mr. Raoul. I am Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy." He tilted his head to his right, indicating the blonde woman. "This is Glynda Goodwitch, my Headmistress..." He then did the same to his left, and towards the other man. "And this is James Ironwood, the Atlas Academy Headmaster."
"Let's not forget General of Atlas' Special Forces and Military." Ironwood added.
Nelius simply nodded, having nothing to say on the matter. Ozpin cleared his throat before speaking once more.
"To business, then... I've resided here in Vale for a long time, seeing many people filter in and out. That said, for someone that hasn't shown up on any registry within any of the Kingdoms, the simple fact that you've managed to do so much would be cause for alarm."
To that end, Glynda tapped at something on a black-colored device in her hands, one that Nelius recognized as a Scroll. The screen was transparent enough that he could see what information she was bringing up. From what he was able to see, most of it was information pertaining to him, if the sight of a mirrored mugshot was anything to go by. He could see mostly physical stats on him, but there wasn't much else filled in. Below that, though, looked to be a comprehensive list of times and places he had been sighted at.
"Won't you tell us how you managed to stay under the radar for so long?" To this, Raoul reclined back in his chair slightly, the sound of his spine making a pop or two filling the room for a second.
"Fair warning... it's a bit of a long story."
Ozpin glanced over to a nearby clock. The time read 9:28 A.M.
"We have time. Start from the very beginning, if you'd be so kind, and spare no details."
"As you wish. About nine months back or so..."
Nine months prior; Central Sanus Continent, 8:40 A.M.
A small trace of electricity could be seen arcing across the plains that lay between the two major cities on this continent, yet there was hardly a cloud in the sky around this region. The sparks of electricity picked up in intensity, the very color of the bolts shifting at random. With one loud crack, something that looked like a portal into a realm unknown split open for just a second, long enough to shove something or someone through before closing again. Had anyone been present at this unusual event, a stray blink of the eyes would've been more than long enough to miss it all.
Harshly impacting the ground and skidding for a good few feet before coming to a dead stop was what appeared to be a person. If one were to take a good look at this supposed person, they'd likely give this individual a wide berth, and with good reason... discounting their choice of wardrobe, consisting of a slightly torn brown duster jacket, a black "Zabel Zarock World Tour" t-shirt, camo-patterned cargo pants, and heavy black boots, this individual had to have stood at least seven feet tall, and had a physique implying decades of physical activity. Of course, we'd be remiss to dismiss the armaments that could be seen across this character - a large dual-headed axe was holstered across the back of their jacket, and on their hands rested two gilded gauntlets. A white handgun with the vaguest shape of a cross was holstered beneath the jacket.
"Ugggh... not again..." Swiftly regaining consciousness, the individual got to their feet, taking a moment to brush some wild brown hair out of their field of vision, revealing the tanned countenance of a man. As he did a quick check to ensure his weaponry was in its proper place, his right eye, colored orange, glanced out at this unfamiliar landscape, his left eye covered beneath an eyepatch. A moment passed as he took in this new information, bringing his left hand up to the side of his head, near where his left ear would be, were it not hidden beneath the wild mane.
'Mita, do you read me?' Silence answered him for the next several seconds. 'Atreya, Carl, you there?' More silence. 'Shit, have I been knocked out of communications range? Or is there interference?' Frowning as he didn't get any response from his impromptu team members, he decided it was time to get a better view. He reached back and grabbed a portion of his jacket, lifting it up to expose his back. From beneath his shirt, two large dark green wings emerged through it, each one wide enough to comfortably wrap around him like a shield. He gave them a few experimental flaps to check for any damage, and was relatively pleased to see they were good for liftoff.
With a strong flap of his wings, he took to the sky, looking over his landing area.
'...this definitely isn't the world I was on before...' As he processed this, he realized - that warp had been right at the tail end of everyone fighting for their lives. His thoughts immediately turned towards the potential status of everyone else... he was more than aware that they had survived on that world long before he had shown up by accident, but that last battle was nothing to joke about. With their transport off that world having been caught relatively close to the crossfire, he was hoping that it wasn't damaged too badly. 'Before I start worrying too much about them, I need to figure out where I am. Depending on what I have to work with, I should be able to contact them, get an update on how things are with them.'
From his vantage point several thousands of feet skyward, he surveyed his surroundings. To his immediate right and away from what seemed to be a vast ocean, he could see an expansive desert quite a few miles away, and if his eyesight wasn't fooling him there seemed to be some buildings that he could faintly see. Rotating around to look behind him, there was a small stretch of mountains, and from what he could vaguely sense there were a few signs of life, both in the desert and beyond the mountain range, though the further option had far more signs. Whilst the desert was closer, more people would mean a higher chance of cities or towns, which would have to lead towards some kind of records office or library.
Normally at this point, one would expect him to immediately begin flying straight over, but prior experiences told him to land first and not spook the locals. There was no telling if people here would be used to seeing others fly about with wings on their back. Best to err on the side of caution - about the last thing he needed was someone, somehow catching him mid-flight and causing an incident.
Touching back down on solid ground and letting his wings retract into his back, he began his trek past the mountain range, to see if there was anyone out there. Flaring his senses up a bit, he could indeed feel signs of life much further ahead, but at the same time another part of his brain was telling him that he was being watched. Moving his left hand up to grasp the handle of his axe, he kept his eye open and moving about as he continued forth. As he moved further north, he could feel it getting slightly colder before the sun starting warming things up, and if the colors of the trees were an indicator, it had to be mid to late autumn right now.
Northern Sanus Continent, 11:34 A.M.
The cautious part of his mind was on the money about being watched - it had only been about half an hour of walking forth into some woods, and trying to formulate a plan of getting back to his allies, that he heard something like a wolf's howl off in the distance. Thinking nothing of it, he continued on, and it was about ten minutes later that the howl sounded again, but it was much closer. He was going to ignore it again, but something darted into view.
It was a bipedal wolf-like creature, which would explain the howling, but its fur, assuming it had any, was pitch black. It had bleached white bone plates on its face and along various parts of its body. Some of these plates had blood red markings adorning them, and a pair of menacing yellow eyes looked right at him. And joy of joys, it seems this one had a few packmates - about seven visible, potentially more waiting in the wings.
Also was it just him seeing things, or did these creatures seem to be emitting some kind of black vapor?
'OK, these are new.' The obsidian lupines stared him down for a moment, as if trying to ascertain just what he was. About twenty seconds later, they had decided to go on the offensive. The closest one quickly reached out with its right paw in an attempt to slash him, but he quickly jumped back. Two others tried to close in on him via flanking. His right hand reached behind himself, withdrawing the white gun from its holster, and fired at the obsidian lupines after taking a moment to aim.
The bullets flew forth from his gun, striking against the bone plates. A few shots glanced off as some of the wolves moved to dodge, leaving some dents and a few cracks as proof of their contact, but others found their marks, right into the creatures' eyes. Their earlier growls turned to shouts of pain as the ones that didn't have parts of their heads blown clean off found themselves partially blinded. Such a maneuver had only made them even more resolute to bring death upon this character. Had he been paying attention to the fallen, he'd have seen something happen with their bodies.
With the decision to switch tactics, his left hand brought the axe out to play. Roughly five feet in length from pommel to tip, the main axehead was about 27 inches across, around two inches thick, and had a decorative look to it, gilded in a golden color and adorned with a few gemstones near its center, several spikes spaced along its blades. One would be forgiven for thinking that it looked more like a trophy than a weapon of war, and in fairness, it had been originally a decoration before dire circumstances arose.
The wolves swung their claws with fury, angered at how this being so casually blinded them. The axehead showed its durability well by blocking several of the swings, leaving its wielder enough time to fire more bullets into their eyes. With their field of vision severely limited, now was a good time for him to finish things up.
Holstering his gun, he gripped the axe's handle tightly with his dominant hand as he gave a mighty swing sideways. The facial plate of the nearest wolf split open with a downright chilling sound of bone finely splintering into nothingness, the creature giving a shrill... scream? Shout? Whatever it was, it sent a clear message of being in intense pain... for about one-thousandth of a second as the axe continued to travel through its head and exit out through the other side, effectively chopping the wolf's head off at the jawline.
The creature hit the ground after gravity took over and its muscles no longer had the strength to stand... and began dissolving away into more of that mist matching the color of its presumed fur.
'The hell?' He would have started to mull over this information, but the angered growls of the other wolves reminded him to fight now and think on that later.
Deciding to take a different approach, he held his free hand out. For several seconds, nothing happened, and his opposition took the gesture as a dare to approach. That quickly proved a mistake on the forward ones' part, as once they had gotten close enough, dirt-coated icicles erupted from beneath them, spearing them through their unguarded undersides and causing some serious damage, if it didn't outright kill some of the wolves.
'That took a bit long to execute. Does this world have insufficient magical power to draw from? Or is there something here that-' One of the wolves reminded him to quit lollygagging and finish off these beasts, namely by trying to tear his throat out with its teeth.
Switching to a reverse-handed grip on the axe, he blocked the attempted bite from the closest wolf by using his free hand to grab the snout of the one that tried to bite him. Now alarmed, it tried to pull itself free of the grip or attack him, but it was for naught. One quick swing of the axe and the head came right off, the body it was formerly attached to dropping to the ground and dissolving once more. The head soon followed suit, dissolving away in his grasp. Even the bony protrusions and facial plates left with the creature - one would imagine they'd have been left behind, as proof of the kill. Perhaps they should be ripped off before the creature's demise?
Seeing several of their pack get effortlessly taken out incensed the remaining wolves even further. Caution was thrown to the wind as they descended upon the unusually tall man. Using his axe as a shield once more, he blocked several more swipes before countering with a horizontal swing. This swing bisected two of the wolves at their wasits in a single go, and as he let the momentum of the swing go into a swift holstering across his back, he unholstered his gun once more and fired at the third remaining wolf, catching it right in its snout. As the wolf was trying to either dig out the bullet or cover up the gunshot wound, he reholstered his firearm, striding over.
He gave his arms a quick shake, loosening his jacket's sleeves. It was time for his gauntlets to come into play. Originally a gift from his father, they had been technologically modified in another venture, though those same modifications got disabled after a particularly heated battle, as shown by the gashes across the gauntlets' palms, exposing thin, but relatively new circuitry. Maybe if this world had sufficient technological prowess, he could get those old features repaired... but that's for another time.
Rearing his right fist back, he let it fly right into the bipedal wolf's face, right where he'd shot it. His fist met snout and bone plate, the latter two giving way under the blow. The plate cracked apart as his fist seemed to go straight through the wolf's cranial structure like a meteoroid through a mountain. There was now nothing more than an empty hole taking up the majority of its head.
He removed his fist from the creature's head (or what remained of it) and watched as the bipedal lupine slumped to the ground, dissolving away like the rest of its deceased packmates.
With the wolf pack gone, the tall man immediately began scanning the surrounding area, looking for any other threats. If they had more packmates, they'd be showing up any moment now... any moment now...
'Is that all of them?' Keeping at the ready, he continued forth. 'What manner of creature were those? They looked and acted like wolves, but they dissolve away into nothing when killed? Is everything here like that?' Either way, it seemed like there weren't any more of them, so it's time to continue on.
Deciding to pick up the pace, he took off into a speedy jog north, through the trees.
Vale Agricultural District, 1:54 P.M.
With a forward flip, he drove the heel of his boot into the cranium of another one of those obsidian lupines, forcing it down into the ground, where the combined impact made its head burst open like a crushed fruit, killing it. As it dissolved away, he continued on his path northward, soon arriving at what looked to be a bunch of farmlands.
If one had ever passed by a farm out in the country, they'd see the usual kinda things - barns, machinery, animals, people tending to the aforementioned... only here it seems that there were several close together. Paved roads lined by split-rail fences cordoned off each of these farms.
From his current position, he could see a few people peddling wares off to his right. From the look of things, it was either home-grown produce or handmade objects, not much he could use right now. He continued on.
A few signposts had directions carved into them, the arrow pointing which road to take to get where you needed to go. One signpost, leading off to the right, mentioned a "Vale Residential District". Its neighbor was pointed directly ahead, and mentioned a "Vale Industrial District".
He took the road to the right, and contined onward. A few people gave him a worrying look, namely due to the fact they'd never seen him before, but he ignored it as he headed down the road. Sure enough, as he looked forward, he could see buildings of a much different make and model.
Vale Residential District, 2:21 P.M.
Now entering into the residential district of this "Vale" place, the tall individual took a moment to glance around.
A sharp contrast to the district he'd walked through, here he saw high-rise buildings and automobiles lining the streets. There were plenty of people walking about, though he could see the occasional one carrying weaponry as well.
'No doubt to battle against those strange, shadowy-creatures.' Keeping mainly to himself, he walked along, his gaze largely on the street signs - one of them had to lead towards some kind of public library or records office. With next to no information about this world, it was best to go under the radar and gather intel on what he had to work with. Knowledge of whatever kind of technological advances were present would also aid him in this situation.
Much like before, a few people on the streets did give him looks ranging from worry to confusion, some even deciding to give him a wide berth. As far as he was able to tell, the inhabitants of this area were human, yet at the same time, he swore he saw the occasional one having decidedly non-human appendages.
Roughly an hour and a half of wandering later, he crossed a bridge over a wide river, and found himself in the Commerical District. Up and down the various streets he traveled, his eyes checking over the different structures.
'From Dust Till Dawn... looks like a jewelery shop, if the window exhibits are an indication. Says it has some books, though I don't know if they'd help me currently.' He moved on.
'Some kind of superstore, I'm guessing. Tempting, but I doubt I have any local currency... and five-finger discounts were more Sif's thing.' The scent of something good crossed his nose as he checked out another location nearby.
'A restaurant, most likely. Come to think of it, what kind of cuisine does this world have? They appeared to have regular livestock and crops, if those people trading were an indication...'
So engrossed was he in his search that he hadn't really noticed the gradual filtering out of people as the day came to a close, the sun dipping out of view. It was only through several of the main street shops displaying "Closed" signs that snapped him out of his search.
'Night already-' He looked skyward, and got his confirmation, albeit with some level of confusion mixed in. 'The hell happened to the damn moon?!'
The moon looked... shattered, as if something had blown through half of it. Multiple chunks were trailing behind it, as if the will of some higher power was keeping those pieces from descending onto the world. Did someone try detonating the moon in the past? Was this a result of a gigantic meteor or something like it slamming into the moon?
He got cut off by the sound of a low growl, one that was very close. He looked around for a moment, only to hear the growl a bit more loudly... and a bit closer. 'Oh... right, haven't had a decent meal yet, and with how late it is...'
Now came the question of what to do next. Here he was, once again in a new world completely alien to him. No currency with which to get food, those shadowy creatures dissolved on death, so they likely couldn't be consumed, so hunting them down was off the list, he was far outside of communications range with his allies, so no requesting a pick-up...
'Hrm... not the first time this has happened. First thing's first, though...' Making certain that everything was in place, he stalked off to look for a suitable place to rest for the night. If there had been anything he'd learned from his prior excursions, it was that even a bustling city such as this had to have its spots of relative unimportance, where the residents generally wouldn't head to. There had to be some abandoned locales here or there that would suffice as a base of operations... it'd help him in getting back in contact with his allies.
It was a turn down another street that brought him into the northern part of the Industrial District, signified by a bunch of warehouses, ones easily large enough to store multiple vehicles in. Certainly one of them had to be empty - might be a bit too much space, but if it had four walls and a ceiling, it'd do for the time being.
With nothing left to lose, he headed over to give the warehouses a look over. If one was empty, then he could slip in and get some sleep. Slowly down the line he moved, checking to see if any were empty or if someone was careless enough to leave one unlocked...
Nope, seems this one had heavy machinery going...
This one was a bust as well. Its doors were already open, and the voices of people could be heard inside.
Another one was tightly locked up.
Jackpot! This one, marked with the number of 29, was open. He quickly slid the door open and slipped in, closing the door behind him. Dunno who'd leave it open, but he wasn't going to argue it.
The interior was incredibly, and obviously, spacious. There was a metal stairwell leading up to a second floor railing, and aside from some upper-floor windows, the place looked like it hadn't been used in a good while. Those with a discerning eye would notice a very light amount of dust here and there.
Heading up to the second-floor railing, he decided this would suffice as a place to sleep, uncomfortable as it might be. Removing his weaponry, he set them to the side as he then removed and folded his jacket up, to serve as a makeshift pillow.
As he allowed his wings to extend once more and curl around his shoulders, he took a moment to look at his left arm, which didn't match his right. From the elbow on down, which had some light amount of scarring and depigmentation, a light green mass of flesh was intertwined with what natural skin he had, his palm and fingers a deep red color. On the back of his hand, a red-colored eye seemed to stare out at the world.
'Right, and then there's this...' Deciding not to dwell upon it any longer, he placed the folded jacket onto the floor, and his head onto the jacket. 'Time to try and get some rest. When the daylight hours return I'll see about getting some food and information. Something around here has to have interstellar communications available...'
Sleep wouldn't come easy to him, what with his mind so full of information to process.
Meanwhile...
Several hours ago, a few people in Vacuo uploaded their own videos of strange, multicolored sparks dancing about just outside the nation's limits. Some people had dismissed the videos as either pranks or some kind of clickbait, assuming that someone had just decided to light up some kind of fireworks either on a lark or to draw the attention of Grimm into some kind of ambush.
Then about an hour later, images came up of a large skidmark dug into the ground. Some naysayers thought it to be someone's attempts of making things up, but found themselves temporarily silenced when it was confirmed that the groove in the ground wasn't made through natural means, and no traces of Dust manipulation in the area. Add in the discovery of some kind of torn-up and burnt cloth and it looked like this was the beginning of some kind of new story.
Did a meteor or something else land here? Maybe it was a piece of the moon? Did someone abscond with the discovery? If someone did make off with the discovery, had the person been waylayed by the Grimm? People were abuzz with questions about this.
Present Time, Interrogation Room, 9:37 A.M.
'So, it was his entrance into Remnant that the people in Vacuo captured in those videos?' Ozpin thought back on the videos uploaded all those months ago. Yet at the same time, this story was incredibly far-fetched to even consider humoring, even with everything he had witnessed in his prior years...
"Retractable wings, without being some kind of Faunus?" Ironwood proved ever the skeptic on the matter. The use of ice to impale the Grimm could be passed off as either Dust usage or a Semblance, but this? 'There's also his claim of landing between Vacuo and Vale... to travel from there to Vale on foot would've taken days, potentially a week assuming that Grimm did waylay him, and yet he claimed to have done so in roughly five to six hours?'
In response to this, Nelius stood up from his chair, scooting it behind him slightly before lifting up that portion of his jacket once more... and two immense, dark green wings suddenly emerged from his back, silencing whatever the General was about to say next. Glynda shared his shocked reaction, but Ozpin proved strangely unflappable.
"Does this prove as sufficient evidence?" The wings relaxed from their flared position, coming to rest at his sides, giving his interrogators enough time to glance them over. Said wings were rather batlike in their appearance, yet if the way they came back up were any indicator, they started a small ways below his shoulderblades.
"I will admit, this does make it a bit difficult to believe otherwise." Ironwood quickly found his cognitive processes and turned his attention to the Beacon Headmaster, whose voice had snapped him from his thoughts.
"Ozpin, are you honestly considering-"
"James. Let us hear out the rest of his tale before we go making conclusions." Ironwood didn't look very happy to hear this from Ozpin, but ultimately relented.
Nelius sat back down, retracting his wings into himself as he did so. Glynda's look of shock disappeared as she tried to put her impassive gaze back on, making note of this development.
"Now, about those wings.."
"I was born with them, yes." This had caught the Vale Headmaster's attention.
"Are others where you're from also born with wings like those?"
"Some have them, others don't. It generally comes down to the individual. As an example, my parents both have wings, but my aunt doesn't."
"Interesting...would there happen to be a term for those like yourself? As James mentioned, you certainly don't seem to be any sort of Faunus we've seen before, if those wings are any indication." Nelius shifted a bit before answering.
"A lot of people have come up with terms for us, back in our neck of the woods... Fallen Ones, monsters, devils, demons... the last one more or less stuck." That one proved an interesting description.
"I see... no offense, but you certainly don't seem to fit the description of what most would call demons."
"No surprises there. Humans have often had overactive imaginations when it comes to trying to describe things that go bump in the night... no offense to our present company, of course."
"Anyway, shall we continue on?"
'Ozpin should be taking this more seriously. Other worlds? Demons? True, those wings certainly didn't appear to be constructs, and no Faunus I've met has wings such as those, but to claim the ability to use magic, like they do?' Ironwood kept his outward neutral expression, but his mind was racing about internally. 'We'll see how well this story holds up.'
"When I woke up the next morning..."
Chapter 1- Complete
