Ugh... Three birthdays, with barely any time for the hangover to disappear between them... I barely had the time to write!
Again, thank you for reading, following and reviewing. As usual, here are my answers to your feedback:
Presbydos: The cliffhanger felt right for this situation. Otherwise, I would have had to merge the two chapters.
Chris may count as a war veteran, but his experience is completely different than a Huntsman's. The things he knows might be good against aliens, but they don't work that well against the Grimm. Just take a look at the previous chapter - he killed sixty Beowolves and almost got killed in turn, while Ruby can kill around that many without getting a scratch.
Besides, he needs some sort of education. And he can't just stand around and have others kill the monsters while he's safely staying in some high-school, right? Especially not after doing more or less the same thing for around an year.
As for a screenshot pic, I'll see when I can get my hands on a computer with the game. And when I can get a male Assault... The last time I played I got exclusively females...
thefluffyone93: I'm trying, man. I'm trying.
Golden Sheath: Hmm... That might be a good idea for a Trailer for him... I might just do it.
Mr Beaver Buttington: And here I was hoping that nobody would bitch about the pairing. Alright, let me ask this: who would you pair Chris with?
Guest: The biggest shockers in his live have already passed. I don't think that anything beats an alien attack and getting yourself transported to another world/time... Seeing humans is a relief, not a shock.
Discovering how different the humans are... Eh, still not as much of a shock, I think. They are humans, after all.
necrofantasia: The way I see it, Psionics have the drawback of putting a strain on the user's mind, as well as give them a headache. Can you imagine fighting a horde of Beowolves when your head is pounding? Because I can't. For Rift, it's only used by the Volunteer, who got it after accessing the Ethereals' Psionic Network. I'd say that they plucked the knowledge from one of the aliens' mind. And no human uses Psi Lance.
But, he will use Psionics more in the future, after his Aura is unlocked. It'll heal the headaches and ease the strain. I'll be adding more powers as well. You'll see which.
Kebab Removal Unit: Thank you, and don't worry. The ships will play a role, but they won't be the main focus of the story. Though there will be a few chapters dedicated solely to them.
drake202: Chris is an Assault. He might have had a grenade, but he used it. The Medikit is having multiple uses because it makes more sense and is more realistic that way. As for what he could learn... There's an entire new world out there.
Now, the previous chapter's title referred to Chris' First Contact with the Grimm. This one refers to him meeting the native humans. Though technically it's his third First Contact, if you count the aliens...
And now on to the story:
Chapter Two: Second First Contact
Ozpin took a sip from his mug and frowned down at the boy laying in the Academy's infirmary. The same boy he and Glynda had rescued two weeks ago...
To put it simply, the youth was an enigma. There were no records of him anywhere. Nor were there any records of his armor or weapons.
It was really strange. As Headmaster of one of the four most prestigious academies in Remnant Ozpin had a lot of resources on his side... And he had a lot of clues as well. Two pairs of tags hung on the boy's neck, revealing them the name, bloodtype and other information about the youth and some woman, if the name was any indication.
There were also the logos stamped on the ruined undershirt.
He never heard of an organisation called XCOM, nor of the mottos in the badges.
Vigilo Confido.
Mutare Ad Custodiam.
Both were in a dead language which hadn't been used for thousands of years. He couldn't think of anyone using it for anything nowadays.
And that was just his clothing and identification... His armor, weapons and old Scroll utilized technology which baffled their science professor.
There was no trace of Dust in them!
Right now his Science professor was holed up in Beacon's labs, tearing what little was left of his hair out, trying to understand the secrets of the rifle and pistol they recovered.
Not even Ironwood knew anything about them when he called his old friend.
And then there was the boy itself...
Christopher Redmond, as the tags named him, looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old... A First or Second year student, if he was enrolled in one of the four Academies. Which he wasn't, as that was what Ozpin checked for first.
Other than that the boy looked pretty ordinary - short cropped black hair, brown eyes, a slightly angular face. People might even call his looks boring.
That was for the face though... His body was anything but boring.
The boy was well-developed, with noticeable muscles that spoke of regular work-outs. Metallic components stuck out of the skin of his arms and upper back, serving a function that the medics couldn't discern at the moment.
After he was patched up and healed he had gotten quite the collection of scars... But it seemed that he was used to having those. The medics had found evidence of grafted skin all over the boy's body, as well as scars from an gunshot wound in the abdomen and a stab wound in the chest. The first seemed to come from a normal round, while the second looked like it was done by a spike of some kind...
The biggest shock came when they found out that his Aura was dormant. Just what kind of person could survive against the Grimm for so long without it?
"Just who are you, young man?" Ozpin asked before taking a sip from his mug. The doctors were saying that he could wake up anytime in the next week...
The headmaster of Beacon Academy was looking forward to that.
Chris' return to consciousness wasn't a pleasant one... He felt weak and tired, and his body ached as if he just went ten rounds fist-fighting against a Berserker.
He kept his eyes shut as he tried to use the other senses to discover where he was. He could feel that he was in a bed, with warm blankets covering him. He could feel a hospital gown over his body... That, coupled with the smell of antiseptic and the telltale beating of a heart monitor told him that he was in a hospital or infirmary of some sort...
Opening his eyes he glanced around. It took him a few seconds to focus on the room at large...
He was lying on a bed in a room that was mostly white, just as he expected. The usual heart monitor, IV drip and other assorted machinery he couldn't recognize were arrayed around his bed. A look at his left gave him a nice view of the night sky through the window. And the broken moon that hung in it, dispelling any delusions that the last few days were just a dream...
"Ah, you're finally awake." Chris' head whipped to the side before he groaned in pain at the sudden movement.
"Now take it easy, young man." The old man who Chris had missed in the dark said as he closed a device that Chris had no time to get a better look at.
"Where..." He began, only to cough as his parched throat protested. The older man quickly helped Chris sit up before opening a bottle of water and pouring it in a cup. Nodding his thanks the teenager took a few sips through the straw that was dipped in it before leaning back with a sigh.
"Better?" The man asked as he sat in a chair, getting a nod in response. "Good. Now, mister Redmond, I believe you have a lot of questions..."
"Damn right I do." Chris croaked before taking another sip from the water. "How do you know my name?"
"Your tags." The man motioned towards the bedside table, where the pairs of tags were put.
"Alright, that makes sense..." Chris muttered and put the cup back on the table before leaning back in the pillow. "Second question: who are you, and where am I?"
"I can ask you the same thing, young man. But I guess I should introduce myself first. My name is Ozpin." The man introduced himself, leaning closer on his cane. Chris could see the man's silver hair, bespectacled face and green attire... Two of those traits looked familiar for some reason...
"I'm the headmaster of Beacon Academy, one of the most prestigious schools for Huntsmen and Huntresses on Remnant." Ozpin continued. "And you're currently in Beacon's medical ward."
Chris blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.
"What?" He asked in confusion. Huntsmen? Remnant? What the hell?
"Excuse me?" Ozpin raised an eyebrow.
"Okay... How about you start with something broader?" Chris asked. "For example, am I still on Earth?"
That was a good place to start... He could remember the two theories he had back when he was lucid... Time travel or different planet... And he had a suspicion on which one was true...
"Earth? You're on the ground floor..."
"No, the planet Earth." Chris corrected.
"No... You are on Remnant." Ozpin replied. He sounded patient... But Chris could also hear an undertone of puzzlement...
"Great..." Chris slumped back in the bed. He was on another planet. Earth was safe. The Moon that he saw so often wasn't shattered. There were no werewolves or mutant bats roaming the forests of America or wherever else on Earth.
Of course, that left him in a bad position... Not to mention ironic too.
Chris couldn't help but chuckle. Here he was, XCOM's youngest soldier, with over twenty extraterrestrial kills, and he was in the ironic position of being an alien himself.
"I fail to see what is so funny, mister Redmond." Ozpin said, taking a sip from a mug that was placed on a small table nearby. Chris' nostrils caught the faint scent of coffee over the standard antiseptic smell of the room.
"You'll need context." Chris waved his hand.
"Context which you'll provide?" The man raised an eyebrow as he held the mug in his hand, steam coming out of its top.
"Classified." That was all Chris said. He was sure that the man knew he wasn't from here... His armor and weapons, made with alien technology, were enough to tell that, even without the not-so-bright question from before.
"Mister Redmond..." Ozpin sighed and took another sip from the mug. "Do you realize the situation you are in?"
"Maybe, but I'm sure you'll explain it to me anyway." Chris closed his eyes, making himself comfortable. Ozpin shook his head and muttered something about today's youth being too cheeky.
"Very well, mister Redmond." The old man leaned back, making himself comfortable as well.
"You see, you currently don't exist. There are no records of anybody with the name Christopher Redmond being born in any of the Four kingdoms." Chris suppressed a smirk. Ozpin was giving him information and...
"I'm not telling you anything you wouldn't learn in a few days of wandering the streets and listening to the newscast." Ozpin said, as if reading his mind. Chris opened his eyes and shot the man a look.
"Now, as I was saying, you have no records. Of course, that doesn't prove anything, even when we take the earlier question in mind." The headmaster continued. "After all, there's always the possibility of you being born in a community outside the borders."
The look that the eyes behind the glasses shot him told Chris that Ozpin wasn't going to buy that excuse if he tried to use it... Not that he was stupid enough to do that anyway.
"Then there's the technology you had on your person." Ozpin resumed the explanation. "Every technology on Remnant, from cars to airships to weapons, are powered by a certain energy source... One that we call Dust."
Chris raised an eyebrow. The way the man said it, this Dust sounded like Elerium... Perhaps they were the same thing?
"However, upon our examination, your equipment showed no traces of Dust..."
Okay, so Dust wasn't Elerium... Both his weapons and armor contained the element in their make and power sources.
"All these facts paint a picture that is both disturbing and interesting. I have a theory, but I prefer to hear the truth from you." Ozpin leaned forward. "So mister Redmond. I will ask you: who are you and where do you come from?"
Chris still hesitated to tell him... The man was right on all accounts, and he probably knew just how far away from home he was...
"Please understand that I can help you." Ozpin continued after it became clear that Chris wasn't going to start talking. "I am one of a handful of men on Remnant who can do it, unless you turn to the criminal underworld. However, I need to know who you are."
The seconds grew into a minute. Then two. And three... Finally the man sighed in disappointment.
"Very well. The police will be here shortly to take custody of you." He said as he walked over to the door. Just as his fingers touched the handle Chris spoke:
"Wait..." He sighed. Alright, I'll tell you. But I want answers as well." Ozpin covered a smile behind a sip from his mug as he walked back to the chair.
"You will have them, mister Redmond." He said and sat down.
"So, you want to hear that I'm an alien?" Chris asked.
"And are you one?" Ozpin asked and the boy shrugged.
"Depending on what you consider an "alien". If you mean another species, then no. Unless you're not a human..." The gray-haired man shook his head.
"No. But I'd guess that you are from another planet."
"Yup." Chris nodded. "Earth... A nice little planet, covered in seventy or eighty percent water. No monsters like the infestation you have here... Well, it was like that until a couple of years ago. Then, two years ago, we were attacked by aliens..." Ozpin's eyebrows twitched slightly at that and Chris smirked.
"Yes, aliens, as in other species. Aliens who used technology far above us. Spaceships. Advanced armor that stopped conventional weaponry. Weapons that burned through the best personal armor we had at the time. They struck hard and fast, decimating army bases without breaking a sweat... They attacked cities, killing and kidnapping civilians..."
Chris closed his eyes, remembering that day... It was just a couple of months after the first attack in Germany...
"I was one of those kidnapped when the aliens attacked Seattle... I guess I got lucky, in a way. I was left alive..."
Chris' eyes stared at the wall as he remembered... The strange devices that fell from the sky, the green mist that grabbed and cocooned him, the Thin Men that carried him onboard the ship before putting him in stasis...
Ozpin stayed silent, letting the boy gather his thoughts. He had seen that look in the eyes of old soldiers and Huntsmen... He probably wore it on his face a few times as well... The look of a man who had seen more than they should...
"However..." Chris continued. "...I was saved. A multi-national organisation that opposed the aliens attacked the base where I was held." His lips curled as he remembered the soldiers that pulled him out of the stasis tank. The moment his disoriented self had understood that he was rescued he had clung to one of the men, blubbering his thanks...
"They were the Extraterrestrial Combat Unit... XCOM... Outnumbered, outgunned... But they still fought and they pulled through." In the early days of the war it hadn't been unusual for a team to get fifty percent casualties. Kevlar armor did nothing to stop the aliens' plasma weaponry, and ceramics fared only a bit better. And ordinary firearms were effective only against unarmored targets, like the Sectoids and Thin Men. Mutons could take quite a few rounds from a LMG without falling...
Things had gotten better with the creation of Carapace armor, functional Laser weapons, the MEC troopers and Gene-mods. The better equipment, coupled with the experience of the older troops increased the survival rate. The Commander even decided that the troops were ready to storm the aliens' base in Africa.
The same base that held dozens of humans that were captured and experimented upon by the aliens...
"Two weeks later the aliens replied with a counter-attack on the XCOM headquarters... There were dozens of casualties, but the soldiers and other personnel managed to repel the attack. I was still confined to the infirmary, until the XCOM medics could be certain that we weren't carrying some kind of alien plague or anything. Thankfully, only one alien managed to get in..." Chris closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing:
"And then we found out what they did to me..."
He was huddled behind a bed, his whole body shaking... One of the doctors was next to him, clutching a scalpel and muttering prayers to God, too silent to be properly heard above the blaring alarm.
It started half an hour ago, with an explosion that rumbled through the underground base and woke Chris up. One of the doctors panicked, another tried to calm him down, only for the first one to suddenly turn hostile and attack.
As the doctor was being subdued (read: knocked unconscious by a bedpan) the alarm blared. Panic spread quickly and some patients ran out the doors. Chris was a bit calmer and stayed there... That, or he was just too terrified to run. And then he just decided to hide...
And that led him to here and now. Waiting either for the XCOM security or soldiers to find and rescue them, or for the aliens to find and kill them.
Chris' breath hitched as he heard the doors to the medical wing open. Steeling himself the boy peeked over the bed...
And immediately froze.
There, at the door, stood what he would later discover to be a Sectoid. The alien's bulbous eyes scanned the room, the Plasma Pistol on its arm pointing around.
A whimper came from behind one of the beds and the Sectoid turned around to face in that direction. It stood still for a few seconds, its head tilted slightly before it shot at the bed. The green glob flew over the makeshift cover, burning a hole in a medicine cabinet. The woman that had whimpered now screamed as the alien sent several more rounds, all of them missing their target...
Chris would later realize that the Sectoid was toying with its victim. For now he was just staring at it, feeling helpless.
And then he felt anger... Anger at the alien, for attacking innocents. Anger at himself, for being powerless to help. Anger at the world, at God, for allowing this to happen...
He did not think... He just acted. Grabbing the first object he found, a bedpan, he stood up from behind the bed he was using as cover. With a growl he rushed the Sectoid, directing all his rage at the small alien as it turned around to shoot at him.
The horrified doctor saw the purple aura surrounding Chris' head just before the little gray man doubled over in pain, clutching at its head. A moment later the boy reached the alien and brought the bedpan down on its head, sending it on the ground.
But Chris wasn't finished... Up and down the bedpan went. The alien's yellow blood flew in the air as its Plasma pistol exploded into fragments.
Chris finally stopped when the Sectoid's head lost any semblance with its original form. The bloody bedpan clattered to the floor, the sound seeming louder in the otherwise silent room. Even the woman had stopped screaming, staring at the boy.
Panting heavily Chris stared down at the corpse of the first thing he killed. It felt... Right... Even if his parents taught him that killing was bad, that it was a sin, it felt good to kill the alien and...
Spots of red appeared on top of the alien's yellowish blood. Chris blinked a couple of times. Where were they coming from? And he felt his lip getting wet. Of all the times for his nose to start to drip...
Reaching up Chris wiped his nose. His hand came down red... For a few moments he stared at his fingers, unable to comprehend what was he seeing until it clicked.
His nose was bleeding.
The room span as the dizziness hit him before he collapsed on the floor like a puppet with its strings cut...
"And that's how I Mindfrayed my first Sectoid before pulping it with a bedpan." Chris finished with a smile that was shared by Ozpin. It did sound funny...
"After the base was cleared of hostiles we were transferred. The other rescued men and women were sent somewhere else while I was taken to the secondary base in Europe." Chris didn't know if Ozpin understood the things he was saying, but he didn't care... It felt better to just confess the life he lived in secret for the last year and a half, even if the man sitting next to the bed wasn't authorized to know that.
"Doctor Vahlen, our chief scientist, ran every test she could on me..." Chris shivered at that memory. He got everything short of dissection performed on him.
"Thankfully, she had the corpses of several Psionic aliens to cut apart. A month later she designed a way to unlock the latent Psionic potential in a human being, and a week after that we had the first Psionic soldier, and the second confirmed Psionic human in XCOM custody..." Chris smirked. "Second after me."
"Psionic?" Ozpin interrupted him with a raised eyebrow. It was clear that he wanted to ask the question for some time now, probably ever since Chris mentioned the Mindfray.
"Powers of the Mind." Chris raised his fist and concentrated. His eyes flared purple, an aura of similar color enveloping his head like a halo. Tendrils of energy snaked to his hand and he spread his fingers, a dazzling ball of purple light exploding to existence.
Chris kept the display of Psionic power for a few moments before he stopped channeling the energy. The light disappeared and everything was back to normal in an instant. The only evidence of the display was the slight throbbing in the boy's head...
"Interesting." Ozpin said, his eyebrows locked together.
"Yeah. It causes a bit of headache when used though..." He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "Now... I think that it's time you tell me where I am before I continue."
Ozpin nodded and leaned back in the chair before clearing his throat. The man looked like he was going to be giving a lecture... Chris certainly hoped that wasn't the case.
"You are on Remnant mister Redmond. A dangerous place for Humanity... Each day we fight to survive against the Grimm. The creatures you fought yesterday."
"The werewolves?" Chris asked, to which Ozpin nodded.
"They're called Beowolves. And that's just one species of Grimm. I believe you met an Ursa as well." Ozpin remembered the Grimm's dead body that he found, with numerous wounds from the boy's knife.
"Ursa..." Chris frowned. "What was that exactly?"
"A bear-like Grimm." Ozpin explained. Chris had a vague memory of jumping on the back of something like that, stabbing it several times in the neck. He must've looked quite badass... Too bad he had lost quite a bit of blood by that point of time and was running mostly on adrenaline and some stims that were contained in the Medikit.
"There were two bat-man things as well." Chris noted.
"Draculean." Ozpin nodded.
"I see." Of course they'll be named after Dracula. Things here seemed filled with references to his Earth... "So..." Chris' voice trailed off, waiting for the man to continue.
"As I was saying, our world is full of dangers. If given the slightest chance the Grimm will destroy us. Many cities have been decimated by them... Only the natural defenses of the Four Kingdoms allow them to remain standing today." Ozpin took another sip from his mug. "That, and the Huntsmen and Huntresses."
"You mentioned those terms before..." Chris frowned. "You said that this Beacon academy is a place to train them." Ozpin nodded to both statements.
"Yes. Huntsmen and Huntresses are our first and last line of defense. These highly trained warriors go out in the wilds, risking their lives so that..."
"...the common man doesn't have to." Chris interrupted the older man, finishing the sentence for him.
"Indeed." Ozpin raised an eyebrow. "I take it you've heard this before?"
"Yeah." Chris nodded. "It was something I heard from the Commander back at XCOM."
It was part of the speech given to any new recruit. A speech that told them just what they were fighting, what were they joining, showing them the horrors of the war... It was also the last chance for them to back off, but as far as Chris knew none of them took it. XCOM selected their troops not only in terms of skill, but loyalty as well. And they were all loyal to Humanity...
"He must have been a good commander then." Ozpin said and Chris nodded again.
"So, you were saying?"
"These men use their weapons, Auras and Semblance to..."
"Hold on." Chris interrupted him again. "Aura? Semblance?"
"You truly are from another world..." Ozpin sighed before starting on a long-winded explanation about the Aura, Semblance and the abilities that they gave to a user. To Chris it sounded like Psionics and Gene Mods. Heightened perception, strength and agility, healing, different abilities...
"I was rather shocked to find out that your Aura was dormant. It only makes your survival against the Grimm more miraculous."
"Well, if it wasn't for my Gene Mods and Psionics I wouldn't have survived for so long." Chris tapped the cybernetic implants on his arm.
"You mentioned those before." Ozpin noted.
"Yes. It's short for Genetic Modification. Basically, it combines alien DNA with a human's, giving them extraordinary abilities." The man's eyes widened at that and he stared at Chris.
"Yes, you heard right. Mixing the DNA to upgrade our bodies. I got some normal stuff... Vahlen was adamant on that. She was actually reluctant to give them to me, but the Commander insisted. She wasn't happy at first... She had no idea how would the procedure affect me. Thankfully, nothing went wrong and I came out with increased strength and the ability to better track targets and react to them."
"That sounds like Aura..." Ozpin frowned and Chris nodded.
"Yeah. And Psionics are like... What was it again?"
"Semblance."
"Right. If I didn't have those, as well as the training and experience I accumulated over the last year then I wouldn't have survived in that forest." Chris concluded.
"Remarkable..." Ozpin whispered. He imagined what could happen if Chris had his Aura unlocked... Since it boosted characteristics that were already present it would have an even greater effect on him... Coupled with the abilities, weapons and training he already had... If he was trained right, taught how to kill Grimm...
Ozpin was looking at a potential legend...
"Mister Redmond... As I have told you, I'm the Headmaster here, at Beacon Academy." Chris nodded. "As such I have connections to do many things... Things that you need. I also have the authority to accept anyone I deem worthy of becoming a Huntsman or Huntress."
"Where are you going with this?" Chris leaned back against the pillow. He was starting to feel tired from having this conversation...
"You faced three different types of Grimm. You killed dozens of them. And all that without any Huntsman training, or even having your Aura unlocked."
"I still got cut up." Chris pointed out.
"Indeed, but you survived for... Two days?" Chris nodded and Ozpin continued: "Two days of near-constant running and fighting, if your condition was any indication. I doubt you had sufficient sleep either, if you saw the Draculean. I don't know if you realize it, mister Redmond, but that's not something that anybody can just do."
"I see..." Chris had a good idea of where was this going...
"I would like to extend a formal invitation to attend Beacon Academy and become a Huntsman." Yup, he called it. "We are in need of every talent we can get, and you have already proven that you have the skills needed."
Chris stayed silent. It was a good offer... This wasn't his world... But there were two factors that were the same both here and on Earth. Both planets had humans... And both planets had non-humans threatening to end humanity. Earth had the Ethereals and their thralls. Remnant had the hordes of Grimm...
"You do not need to tell me now." Ozpin said as he stood up. "The next school year starts in over a month. I can enroll you a week before that at the latest..."
"I'm in." Chris interrupted the headmaster. He joined XCOM for revenge... Revenge against the aliens that killed his family and destroyed the comfortable life he had before that... But with time the purpose changed, even if the end result was the same.
Now he fought the aliens to protect Humanity... Joining Beacon, becoming a Huntsman... It was the same thing, only with a different enemy.
"Very well." Ozpin nodded with a smile. "The Academy will take care of your tuition fee, as well as give you a stipend based on your performance."
"Alright. But I have some requests on my own." Ozpin raised an eyebrow before motioning for him to continue. "First, I want my gear back. Everything."
"Your weapons and armor are currently being examined by..."
"My weapons and armor are XCOM property."
"Mister Redmond, they can help advance our own..."
"They both use materials you don't have access to." Chris interjected. "But, if you want to know so badly I can loan my Plasma rifle. It's energy packs were spent anyway... Only, I want it back as soon as I ask for it. Okay? I'll even explain what I know about its workings. But, I want to be kept up to date on anything you discover from it."
"Very well." Ozpin nodded. The request was reasonable, and complying with it was better. He would have to convince Ironwood, but he was sure that his friend would see reason.
"Second, the stipend. I lack any knowledge about this world, apart from what I learned today. As such I may not do well with things that are common knowledge. So the stipend will be given to me based on what I have learned." Ozpin nodded again and Chris sighed in relief. Normally he wouldn't want to get any special treatment, but he was going to need it in this case.
Plus, he wanted to be able to go out and have some fun on his own... He didn't have the chance while he was at XCOM... The base in Europe had been in the middle of nowhere, and the trips outside were either to kill aliens or Exalt operatives or infiltrate an organisation that was in the way. Both of those weren't what one might consider fun when they thought about a fifteen-years old boy...
"I believe that is possible. If that would be all then I suggest you get some rest." Ozpin stood up and made his way towards the door.
"Oh, one last thing." Chris stopped him. "Can I get my phone and my keepsake back?" At Ozpin's confused look he sighed. "A rectangular device, about this big..." He mimicked the dimensions of his phone.
"Ah, your Scroll?" Chris blinked before shrugging.
"Sure, if that's what you call it here." He said before stiffling a yawn. "And the keepsake is a small smooth shard, this big..." Once again he used his hands to show just how big the piece of alien device was.
He might not be able to get it to Vahlen, but he could keep it as one of the small pieces of his world... And a reminder of the day he headbutted an Ethereal.
"Very well. Now please, have some rest, mister Redmond. You look like you need it." Chris nodded and settled down on the pillow.
"I shall see you again soon. In order to clear any details about your stay here. And I expect to hear more about your world and your life."
"Yeah... Likewise..." Chris waved at Ozpin. The older man chuckled before walking out the door, leaving the boy to sleep.
He was thinking of doing the same thing himself... He had to make a few calls in the morning, not to mention that he had his Headmaster duties on top of that.
"I guess I'll have to pull out the special blend." Ozpin sighed, looking down at his coffee mug...
Author's Notes:
Aaand cut!
That's all for this chapter, ladies and gentlemen. Even though I'm not exactly satisfied with it... It fought me every step of the way...
Still, Chris has recovered, explained things, given an offer that he couldn't refuse and he took it.
Now, I have a question for you guys. Since Chris is becoming a Huntsman, he'll need a Huntsman-style (read: badass) attire and weapons. I have an idea for them, but I want to hear what you people think. Send me descriptions of your ideas, by PM, if possible. Or pictures, if you prefer that.
And that's all from me for now. I'll see you next time, where we'll have Chris' Aura unlocked, as well as other things happening.
Yup, other things. No, I won't tell. You didn't think I was going to spoil things for you, did you? Nope. You'll have to wait.
Until then read and review this story, and enjoy yourselves.
