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"For pictures of OC characters and weapons, check out my DeviantArt page, SuperSaiyanGodssj."
The RWBY Chronicles:
Team CLST
Lavender Trailer
"To some, pride is a form of emotional protection. The key is to not let it control you for the cost always outweighs the benefit."
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(Yugioh the Dark Side of Dimensions – Foreign Element)
The moon shined brightly over Infren, a city located in the center of the Vacuo-Vale Continental Border. An area overrun with crime ever since the Great War, criminals of all kinds prowled the streets. A lone boy stood out from the normal scum, walking down an ally way listening to earbuds, quietly humming and moving rhythmically along to his music.
The clothing he wore was all colored a variation of purple, including a blazer styled jacket adorned with white flame patterns, jean pants, a strange box-shaped backpack strapped to his back, and even his eyes are a dark lavender. Only his black shirt and his curved, blonde spiky hair deviated from the purple theme.
(AN: Deviantart Page Name, RWBY OC: Laven Monsight)
(Music End)
"Yo Laven!" an obviously disgruntled voice called out, but Laven continued walking seemingly too absorbed in his music. That is until a shoe collided with the back of his head. Unable to ignore his irritants any longer, he whirled around to confront the men following him. About a dozen men wearing tattered clothes and armed with various blunt melee weapons, as well as some sheathed swords, were accosting him, which brought a smile to Laven's face. His smile grew even wider when he saw some of them were armed with only their fists.
"Hey there guys, it's been awhile. What's it today, social Sunday?" Laven inquired sarcastically, putting his fingers over his chin rather smugly. This caused the apparent leader of the group, as he was the only one wearing sunglasses, to scowl.
The man grunted, not amused by the boy's quip. "This isn't some weekend hangout; we have some business to take care of with you." Laven didn't quiver in fear or get angry like the man expected, but instead began squinting at the man, as if he were trying to remember who that man was.
"Hang on a minute, I know you. What was your name again? I think it was Jerry ... Mary … Harry …" The man was starting to become increasingly annoyed as evidenced by the deepening frown on his face. Finally his patience ran out and the man shouted, "Oh my god, IT'S BARRY!"
Laven snapped his fingers, grinning at the man's outburst. "Oh yeah right, I don't care. So what do you need fellas?" He said while raising his eyebrows mockingly.
The men decided they'd had enough and advanced, weapons at the ready. "Well we do have a pest to care of," one of them commented.
"Then I guess we better hurry this up, it's almost time for supper," Laven shot back as he stretched his arms out as if he were preparing to exercise.
(Jasan Radford – I'm Going Digital)
One of the men rushed towards Laven, arm raised for a punch. At the last second, the boy spun around so that the fist landed on his backpack with a loud clang. Gripping his hand in pain from the impact, the man didn't see Laven's foot as the boy kicked him square in the face. He tumbled to land in front of Barry, who glared even more at his target. Laven decided to take off his backpack and had a smug expression on his face, as if everything was a game for him.
"Do you mind holding this for me?" he asked nonchalantly before tossing the pack towards a pair of incoming thugs. One of the unfortunate pair tried to catch the backpack then found himself flying backwards from the sheer weight of the innocent looking backpack, knocking over several of the goons on his way back. That man found himself pinned to the ground by the deceptively heavy backpack. Laven took advantage of the opportunity to open one of his sleeves, revealing a silver watch-like device. He proceeded to press two of the several buttons on that device.
(Music – 0:12)
The top and the bottom of his backpack opened up, much to the surprise of the pinned grunt and two metal objects came flying out which wrapped around Laven's hands. With several whirrs and clicks, they transformed into purple gauntlets extending slightly beyond his wrists. Armed and ready, Laven smirked as he took up a typical boxing stance, maintaining his upright posture all the while.
The goons that weren't recoiling from the backpack toss readied their weapons and proceeded to charge towards the arrogant teen. Overconfident, they didn't expect Laven to merely dodge their swings. They certainly didn't expect him to be surgical in his counterattacks, using the opening given by their missed attacks to deliver a powerful blow. Any attempt to overwhelm Laven while he was dealing with one thug was blocked by his free hand, the gauntlet taking any blow with ease.
It was apparent that this boy was in a class of his own against this gang, since it only took a few swift blows from Laven to render each opponent unconscious. As he thrashed the last thug, he sighed. "Come on guys, I know you're not anything special, but I was expecting a better fight than this."
Laven failed to notice Barry throw a Fire Dust Grenade behind his back, which exploded upon contact with the ground, engulfing Laven in a gigantic fireball. Barry chuckled at the explosion, figuring that was the end for that annoying Laven.
(Music – 0:54)
As quickly as he began laughing, Barry stopped when he saw the flames start to move in midair and change into a purple color, as if they had a mind of their own as it molded into the shape of a dragon with a serpentine body and wings. The dragon roared and flew right at Barry and the remained goons, exploding with an even greater ferocity than the grenade that had helped create the dragon. Laven walks out of the dying flames, untouched by the fire and looking very satisfied with the results of the brief melee, "Looks like you weren't so hot after all."
(Music End – 1:09)
His satisfaction lasted all of two seconds, as there was an unfortunate crunch under his feet. Laven looked down and saw that his music player had fallen out of his pocket during the fight, surviving the conflict only to get stepped on by Laven. A look of anger and annoyance came over his face, "Son of a…"
His curse was interrupted by the sound of an aircraft, prompting him to look up to see a Bulkhead flying through the air. Standing in the opening of the Bulkhead was a woman with blond hair and glasses looking down at him, a riding crop in her hand.
She glared down at him and said, "There he is…"
Huge thanks to my friend NuttyBuddy792 for Beta Reading this chapter.
This is MaleficKing, Signing Off.