The last of the remaining hunters had finally been assimilated into Demongo's crystals. It may have taken a couple of hours, but it was well worth the effort.
With that done, he reached into his cloak and took out a piece of paper and a pencil; a checklist.
Even when he was human, all these scroll tablets and technology never really suited him. Nothing replaced the concrete feel of a pen and paper.
He slashed a line across the top entry on the list: Atlas City. Then he looked down at the next entry on the list.
He knew what to do about this one. He pointed to four beowolves, one at a time.
"You! You, you, and you!" He ordered. "Sniff around! See if you can get a good scent on any faunus!"
With a huff and a grunt, the beowolves branched off into all directions to sniff out faunus.
Demongo knew he would be safe here for now. If the armies of the other kingdoms were coming for him, he would have a few hours before they arrived. All possible military, police, and hunters had been eliminated in the ruined city, and any remaining civilians who had survived, if any, were smart enough to stay indoors until further notice.
Demongo levitated up a few feet into the air.
"THE REST OF YOU!" He shouted, lifting up his cloak to reveal his crystal vest. "RETURN TO ME!"
As those words left his lips, every remaining Creature of Grimm evaporated into ghostly clouds of grey smoke; their essence. Orson, however, evaporated into a bright yellow cloud; his soul. Each cloud hastily wisped up towards Demongo, each one getting sucked into an empty crystal.
Demongo trembled as the essence filled him. It was such a rush, all that power entering his body all at once. It felt like a drug to him.
Within ten seconds, all of the essence aside from those of the beowolves had been absorbed into his body, and he floated down onto the ground.
Well, that's done, Demongo thought. What shall I do now?
He glanced down the demolished streets of the city, and spotted, just a couple of blocks down… a tavern!
"Oh!" Demongo squeaked giddily. "Free beer!" He zipped away towards the tavern in a fast, cartoonish fashion.
"Throw all you will at me! My power will eradicate them all! And with each battle, I will only become more powerful!"
Roman hit stop on the remote the video screen went blue once again.
Almost barely ten minutes after the broadcast, Cinder had called him on his scroll tablet and called a conference to discuss what had been shown on the news. He was in the conference room at the secret headquarters of the White Fang, along with Cinder, Emerald, Mercury, and in another chair at the oval-shaped table, was a large, bulky man. He had a thick, black beard and the nose of a dog or bear.
This man was Milo Bane, the leader of the White Fang, the one who had stepped up five years ago and started issuing organized crime and attacks. Rumor was he had wrestled and killed three ursas at once, unarmed, single-handedly.
Two white fang soldiers armed with rifles stood attentively at the door. They served as Milo's bodyguards.
"I must your communications team credit, Milo," Roman said. "They taped this whole broadcast and got it ready for us in barely five minutes. Give them my regards, will you?"
Milo's gaze hardened. "I'll let them know," he growled, "and how many times do I have to say it, Torchwick? It's Mr. Bane to you!"
"Right, right," Roman said defensively. "Sorry Mr. Bane."
"Unbelievable!" Emerald gasped, eyes wide. "An entire city… an army of Grimm…"
"I know," Mercury nodded, "who would have thought a guy in a Halloween vampire costume could be so scary?"
The other four people in the room glared at him.
"What? Too soon?" He shrugged.
"So what do you think about him, Cinder?" Emerald asked the brunette in the red dress. "What should we do about him?"
"My soldiers are more than capable," Milo interjected. "I'll round together as many soldiers and airships as available, and send them straight to Atlas to rip this punk and his pets to pieces!"
"I don't think that is quite necessary just yet," Cinder said, turning to Milo. "I know it may not be your style, Mr. Bane, but I do believe we can take a less violent approach to this. You should really consider thinking before acting, rather than simply attacking the next thing that moves."
Milo glared daggers at her. "What are you saying?"
"I think we can make this work to our advantage," she explained. "I think can reason with this man, this Demongo. He could become a valuable ally. Think of what we could achieve it he were on our side!"
Mercury smiled. "I like the sound of that! I'm down for that."
Emerald was shocked. "You think he'd want to work with us?" She exclaimed. "He just went up and slaughtered a whole city! Before anybody even knew his name!"
"Sustrai is right, Fall," Milo added. "You think he'll want to be your friend? I have seen men like him. Men like him cannot be reasoned with."
"Anybody can be reasoned with, if done properly," Cinder smirked. "After all, I was able to reason with you, wasn't I Mr. Bane?"
Her response clearly shocked Milo. He was at a loss of words that moment. When he could not think of a comeback, he simply glared again at Cinder and bared his teeth.
The other four knew Milo well enough by now to know how much he hated humans. Being stuck working with four of them, having to take orders from them, was infuriating to him.
Roman spoke up, "I'm sure whatever your big scheme is, Cinder, Demongo would be a big help if he were on our side. He could even possibly help out in my robberies." He took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it with his lighter before popping it into his mouth. "Still, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but Mr. Bane has a good point. Suppose we can't convince him to join us, or we aren't able to reason with him in any other way. What then? Would that make him our enemy?"
"If he doesn't join us, then yes, he is our enemy," Cinder replied bluntly.
"And you think it would be wise to become HIS enemy?"
Cinder was silent for a moment before replying. "The five of us alone are very powerful," she answered. "And the White Fang is full of skilled soldiers and powerful hunters and huntresses."
Emerald spoke up next. "Even so, I mean… this guy slaughtered innocent people in a huge city, and had fun doing it! I mean the five of us- we're not exactly the best people in Remnant, but… you guys really want to work with someone that sick?"
Cinder stood up from her chair. "I really do think that we should take a chance and take advantage of the cards dealt. As of now, Demongo is neutral to us, and we should attempt to reason with him."
"Well, how do we contact him, first off?" Roman asked.
"Yeah," Mercury added. "Should we send the guy an invitation to our secret hideout? Oh wait, then it wouldn't be secret anymore!"
"We give him time," Cinder replied. "I have a feeling he'll come searching for us soon enough. If he does not find us within the next few days, we'll find a way to contact him."
The other three shrugged and nodded after a moment of letting it sink in.
"Okay then, so then are we done here? Sounds like we got it all figured out," Mercury said.
"Yes," Cinder nodded. "Meeting adjourned. Back to work."
With that, the four stood up from their chairs and headed towards the exit.
Milo, however, remained in his chair for a moment. Perhaps the other three had not seen it, but he could tell that Cinder was nervous. He could tell that she was scared after Demongo's display of power. What's more? The two of them both knew that if Demongo was not interested in joining them, fighting him would be inevitable.
With classes cancelled for the day, Team RWBY was at a loss for what to do. The security of Beacon was upped by a long shot. An hour after the broadcast, Vale Army trucks started showing up. Soldiers and drones started pouring out and were scurrying about the campus to whatever stations they had been sent to by their commanders. The students were all careful to stay out of their way and not bother them.
For the time being, Team RWBY had gone to the library for some studying and reading. A few other students were there as well.
Not surprisingly though, everyone had a hard time staying focused on their readings. The soldiers standing at the doorways did not help much. Talk about an elephant in the room. Ruby jokingly thought it should be the "army guy in the room."
Of course though this was not the best time for joking. She looked down and tried to focus on the history section they had been assigned for the next day.
Yang had finished the section already. She looked up from her spot at the table at her little sister. She figured this would be a good time to talk to her.
She got up from her seat and whispered to Ruby.
"Hey, can we talk? Outside?"
"Yeah, sure," Ruby replied with a shrug, getting up from the table.
Weiss and Blake still sat with their faces stuck in their own books.
The two sisters passed by the soldier at the door, flashing him a smile, and he warmly smiled back. This was slightly comforting.
Once they were out of earshot of the soldier, and no one else could be seen in the hallway, Ruby started speaking.
"So? What is it?"
Yang took a breath before she started. "It's about earlier, after the broadcast. It's just… well, you seemed like a different person then. What's going on with you? What's wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"The Ruby I know would have jumped at the chance to test her skills against someone like Demongo. She would have said our team should run after him, guns blazing. She would have wanted to go out and be the hero who saved Vale from such a big scary guy. But you didn't do anything like that. You shrank away from it."
Ruby was glad that out of all the people she could have talked to about this, she was glad it was Yang, her dear sister and close friend.
"Yang, let's think about this. We don't really know anything about Demongo, right? Other than that he's a creepy vampire guy with an army of monsters."
"Yeah, that's right."
"Do you really think it's smart to go charging in guns blazing at an enemy we know nothing about?"
Yang was about to answer, but then paused for a moment.
"Yang, I was put in charge of this team. If I lead all of us into a battle unprepared, I could get you killed. You, Weiss, Blake, all of you. It would be my fault. I'm not going to let that happen."
"Well, I can understand that," Yang said with a nod. "But are you saying you don't think the four of us can handle it?"
Ruby gulped before replying. She knew Yang was not going to take this next piece well.
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying?"
"Wha- you? Uh-" Yang was speechless. "You really doubt us that much?"
"Yang, it's not that I doubt you!" Ruby snapped back. "This guy took out an ENTIRE CITY! LOTS of HUNTERS AND SOLDIERS! Do you really think the four of us, students at Beacon, not even full-fledged huntresses, have any chance against someone who can do that?"
Yang paused another moment as Ruby's words sank in to her mind.
"Besides, I'm sure that the military can handle it. This is their fight. Not ours."
Yang still gave no response, she just stared back at her sister with wide eyes.
Ruby thought perhaps now was a good time admit her own personal feelings about this.
"I'm scared, Yang," she whispered. "It scares me, knowing that there's someone that dangerous and that evil out there right now."
She lifted her arms to wrap around Yang, and the sisters embraced each other in a tight hug.
"I know, sis," Yang replied. "I'm pretty scared too."
"I'm sure the Monarchs and their armies will catch him and stop him," Ruby said as they pulled away from each other. She smiled back at Yang.
"Yeah," Yang nodded. "We should believe in them." She smiled back as well. "Okay. I'm glad we worked that out. How about we get back to the books?"
"Sounds good," Ruby nodded.
The two sisters headed around the corner and back into the library. They saw that Weiss and Blake were scurrying back to their spots at the table as though they had both been somewhere and rushed back.
Yang caught on right away.
"Were you guys eavesdropping on us?" she asked playfully.
"It was all Weiss's idea," Blake answered quickly.
"Ugh!" Weiss huffed. "Well, thanks for that, Blake!"
Ruby and Yang both figured that Weiss and Blake had listed from the wall. Blake's cat hearing must have made it easier for her to hear.
"Well?" Ruby asked. "Either of you have anything you'd like to say about it?" She figured it was no big deal and no reason to start an argument. She also thought it might be nice to hear what her other two teammates thought.
"Well," Weiss started. "I for one think you made the right choice, Ruby. Like you said, we're just students. Not ready to take on something this big. I gotta say, I'm impressed. And proud."
"Yeah," Yang smiled. "My baby sister's growing up!" She gave Ruby a playful pat on the head.
Ruby just smiled and took it before turning to Blake.
"How about you, Blake?" She asked. "What are you thinking?"
The black faunus was silent for a moment, likely getting her thoughts together, bracing herself to open up. Finally, she spoke.
"Ever since our last encounter with Torchwick and the White Fang, it's been bothering me that our enemies are out there right now plotting their next move, and we're just going about our lives here like nothing is wrong when clearly there is. And now there's this Demongo guy. And well… from what we've seen so far, he's worse than the White Fang."
She paused and glanced out the window for a moment, as though remembering something. "Until this morning, I use to think there was no such thing as pure evil in this world. Now I know there is. All those people, with families… Who could do such a thing and walk away from it with a smile?"
And then she turned back to her friends. "It might be different if we were going after the White Fang, but this is a much more powerful enemy, and someone we know nothing about. The four of us alone going up against him would be suicide. It really would be better to let the military handle this I think. The one thing I take comfort in is believing that his broadcast shook up the White Fang as much as it shook up the rest of the world."
Everyone exchanged nods and sympathetic looks. All three had agreed with everything Blake was saying.
Ruby was able to give a light smile. It was comforting to her to know her teammates were just as scared as she was.
"Besides, Ozpin I'm sure has a good grasp of the situation," Yang added. "I'm sure he'll give us all some good guidance at the assembly tonight."
"Why do you suppose he's waiting until tonight anyway?" Weiss asked.
"Probably so he could deal with the military and a lot of other problems this might have caused," Blake answered. "For a lot of other people, this was probably a really crazy day."
"Yeah," Ruby sighed with a shrug. The four girls took their seats again.
"So we're just going to keep our cool at least until the assembly?" Yang asked.
"Yeah, that's the plan," Ruby replied.
The four girls returned to their books. It was slightly easier to focus after sharing their thoughts with each other. Ruby lingered on Blake's words for a moment. Blake was absolutely right. What sort of monster could be so cruel? And how could he be so happy about it? And for what?
Demongo chugged down another cold, bitter bottle of beer. Upon finishing the bottle, he wiped his face and lazily tossed the empty bottle behind him. He heard it break against the wall, and the shards fell in with the other bottles he had downed, some broke some not.
He had lost count of how many bottles he had drunken, and how many glasses he had on tap. He could feel his brain swimming inside his head like a boat in the middle of a storm on the high seas. Back when he was human, it had been such a long time since he had gotten drunk. His research allowed him very few trips into civilization to visit taverns.
It's a blessing that the transformation potion didn't affect my tastes, or my ability to get drunk, Demongo thought. Yes, truly a blessing. Though it does seem I need to drink more and on a larger scale to get buzzed. Most humans would probably drink less to get where I am… Oh well.
Demongo leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling.
"You're a lucky guy," a new voice said, piercing the silence and his thoughts. "I can barely get drunk at all because I have a healing factor. Keeps restoring my liver and brain cells."
Normally, Demongo would have reacted much more quickly. But in his drunken stupor, he just slowly turned his head toward the source of the voice. The voice had come from a man at another table, in a red and black skin-tight ninja suit. His feet were propped up on the table as though it were a footrest. A half-empty bottle of vodka was at his ankles.
He looked really familiar to Demongo. After a moment of searching his memory, he suddenly remembered that this was one of the first few hunters he had assimilated.
Angry, Demongo slowly rose to sit up in his chair.
"What-hic! What are you doing out of your crystal?" He demanded. "I did NOT sum… summon you!" He raised a shaky finger and pointed at the hunter.
"Oh, you're saying I need your permission to leave there?" The hunter replied. "AND you expect me to sit still in that tiny rock for hours on end? Screw that man!"
Demongo did not like being talked back to. He glared at the hunter.
"What is your-hic- name again?" He asked. "Uh… Wade? Was it?"
"Oh, let's stop being so formal," the hunter answered. "Just call me Deadpool already."
"Deadpool?" Demongo repeated. "What an odd name."
"Yeah I man all the readers here know I'm Deadpool… or most of them do. If they don't, then they SHOULD!"
"Readers? …What? Hic!" Demongo was confused.
"Oh, don't think about it too hard man," Deadpool replied with a shrug. He downed the rest of the bottle of vodka at his table before standing up and stretching.
"Alright! You hungry?" Deadpool asked. "How about we go get ourselves some chimichangas? You know if there's a taco place around here somewhere? Do tacos even exist in this series?"
"GET BACK IN YOUR CRYSTAL!" Demongo yelled. He snapped a crystal from his torso, and raised it to Deadpool. A yellow beam shot out and caught the mercenary.
"Ah cr-" he was sucked into the crystal before he could finish his sentence.
With a sigh, Demongo stood up, still very dizzy, and started wobbling towards the door. He had had his fun, and he figured that the beowolves had been given enough time to sniff out some faunus.
He got out the door and started walking down the street. He started to hover, but still felt wobbly in the air. He had trouble staying at one height. At one point he swerved off the road and slammed into the side of a brick building.
Finally, one of the beowolves approached him. Demongo gave him a gentle pat on the head.
"So? Did you find… did you find… that thing?"
The wolf started barking and growling frantically. Had he not been so smashed, Demongo would have been able to understand the wolf much more clearly. The most he could make out was that the wolf was trying to warn him of danger.
He figured the wolf wanted him to follow him somewhere, so he followed him, still wobbly. They stopped at a bridge over a river, where the wolf suddenly pointed its snout into the sky. Demongo looked up in the same direction. After a few minutes of staring blankly at the setting sun, he started to make out several airships heading towards Atlas. After a moment, it registered with him that danger was approaching.
It was time to call out his army. It would not matter if he himself was drunk. He still could not be beaten. He started flinging crystals all over the bridge, and shooting out beams at them from his palms. The beams found their targets, even without his concentration. After dozens of explosions and puffs of smoke, hundreds of creatures and hunters stood before him.
The rest of the day passed agonizingly slow for Team RWBY.
They ran into Sun at one point. Of course Blake was happy to see him. Weiss put her own opinion of the monkey-tailed faunus aside. Such a thing was trivial at the moment. Like everyone else, Sun was shook up by the broadcast, and also made it clear that how angry he was that such an act was committed.
Dinner was pretty quiet too. The whole cafeteria was much more quiet than normal. There was still gossip, but the voices were more hushed than usual. Team RWBY sat with Team JNPR as usual. Even the cheerful, carefree Nora was quiet. No jokes, no playful banter, nothing like her usual self.
At last, the hour came for the assembly. All the students piled into the main hall, the same hall where Ozpin had given his introductory speech. The four girls stood with each other. Not a word was spoken between them as they found a spot to stand at.
Up at the main platform stood Professor Ozpin. Behind him stood Professors Goodwitch, Port, Oobleck, and most other professors at Beacon.
"I thank you all for coming here this evening," Ozpin said into his microphone, silencing the crowd. "Many of you are aware of the attack on Atlas shown on the news this morning. First of all, nothing I say here can possibly describe the tragedy of this event. Many lives were lost in the attack. Many people lost their families. Some of you right here may have loved ones in Atlas, or know someone else who does. I, as well as the rest of Beacon, can only offer your our deepest condolences. I hadn't seen something this horrific in years, and I can't imagine how difficult this may be for many of you."
He paused to adjust his glasses. "Know that the man responsible for this has made himself a public enemy to all four kingdoms, and that the military, police, and hunters of the kingdoms are taking action right now as we speak. They will protect you, and stop this man and his army before they causes anymore harm to anyone."
He paused again, again adjusting his glasses. He was also actually pausing for effect, to allow his words to sink in. He took another deep breath before continuing.
"As for you, I offer this advice. Keep in mind that you are all still students of various years, and not yet fully-fledged hunters or huntresses. However, when you arrived here at Beacon, I had said it would be up to you to take the first step. It's clear now that violence is coming, and the peace that our kingdoms have withheld for many years is in danger. Some of you may have to take that first step sooner than you might have expected… than I might have expected…"
Another pause and a deep breath.
"I advise you all to prepare as best you can for times coming ahead, whatever those times may bring. Your professors and I will do whatever we can to prepare you in whatever time we have left, however much that may be."
Ruby had already made up her mind. She had made her decision. She knew just how Team RWBY was going to handle this situation. They were going to stay out. But of course what Ozpin said was true; if troubled times were coming, they would need to be ready for them.
"That said, classes will proceed as normal in two days… I pray for all of you, and for our brave soldiers protecting us. You are dismissed."
The students slowly started to make their way out of the main hall, gossip already in full swing.
Once most students had left, Ozpin turned to Glynda while the other professors left. They both shared a sympathetic look as they stared back into each other's eyes. She reached out and rested a hand on his shoulder.
"You and I both know that their day is coming," she said.
"I know," He nodded, his eyes turning to the floor. "I just wish it didn't have to come so soon."
Sargent Lydia sat crouched behind the slab of rock she was using as cover. She was panting heavily as she frantically reloaded her machine gun. When she slapped the magazine in, she clung to the gun for dear life as she desperately caught her breath.
She was still trying to comprehend what had happened in the past hour. She and her four-man team were being flown in from Vale along with another large airship fleet, sent to terminate the army of Grim that had attacked Atlas.
Once the city was in sight, Nevermores already started attacking the airships. Many were knocked down before the city was reached, but most of the fleet survived the onslaught, and shot down many nevermores. The odd thing that happened though was that rather than dead bird bodies falling into the sea, the bodies evaporated into black smoke, and spiraled back into the city. A few minutes later, more would attack.
Once the airships landed, the foot infantry leapt out and started shooting and slashing at the many grim creatures who charged at them. Again, all the beowolves, ursas, death stalkers, and boarbutusks all evaporated into black mists when shot or dealt a good blow. Nobody had ever seen anything like it. The soldiers searched around the city, fighting off the monsters in guerilla warfare.
Things were going smoothly for the most part, minus a few casualties, but nobody had anticipated that hunters from Atlas would suddenly start attacking them.
Other humans, all armed, all clearly warriors of Atlas, attacked the soldiers of Vale. When the Vale soldiers tried to speak to them, the Atlas hunters said nothing, and just attacked. Some got to see the eyes of the Atlas hunters; red as the creatures of Grimm. And once again, those who were shot evaporated into smoke.
And now here Lydia was; her entire squad, and many other proud, strong soldiers and hunters she had known and trained with, had died before her eyes. She was certain that many more soldiers were dead, and soon her own time would come.
She peeked out from behind her rock, and saw nobody down the street. She then stood up from her cover, deciding to take a chance, before a King Taijitu snake suddenly hissed and sped out from the nearest alleyway.
She aimed and slammed her finger on her trigger, trying to unload on the beast. Some shots hit, but the giant snake was fast and slithered up to her, and with one sharp spin and a flick, smacked her with his tail.
She was sent tumbling across street. Her gun lurched from her hands. Finally, she hit a wall with a sharp thud against her back, stopping her tumble.
She tried to shake off the pain and stay conscious, but a sharp pain shot through her leg. She must have had a broken leg.
The King Taijitu slithered up closer to her. She was certain this was the end, and closed her eyes, but then she heard footsteps. She opened her eyes to see a dark man with blue fire atop his head standing before her, and the King Taijitu behind him.
She recognized that this was the man from the broadcast, Demongo. The thin man in black had a grin upon his face as he approached her.
By now, the Dealer of Destruction had sobered up.
She was frozen in fear, and could not move anyway due to her leg. She dared not even speak.
"You must have been sent by the King of Vale after this morning's broadcast," Demongo whispered in an amused tone. "I take it this is his response to my message." He laid one of his thin hands on her shoulder.
"I commend you all for the attempt. And the souls of many of your brothers and sisters make fine additions to my collection."
He pulled back his cloak to reveal the dust crystals covering his torso. Some filled with black liquid, and some filled with a bright yellow liquid.
"I suppose I could get Orson out here to do another broadcast, as I absorb you in front of the whole world."
He put his other hand to his chin for another moment, clearly thinking that over.
"Nah, I'll be doing plenty of broadcasting in the next few days." He moved his hand to Lydia's chin and squeezed it as he turned her head to look her in the eye. "I've spared a few of your comrades," he continued. "You may leave here with your lives and souls, even rescue a few stranded civilians if you please. Tell your higher-ups how badly you were crushed here tonight!"
Demongo released her and walked away.
Soon, he had reached another building when two more beowolves approached him. He recognized them as the ones he had sent out to find Faunus.
"Did you find anything?" He demanded.
One wolf had a book in his mouth. The book had the White Fang symbol on it. Demongo figured this one had stumbled into the home of a White Fang agent. Perfect.
Demongo took the book from the wolf's mouth and flipped through the pages. After seeing some useless notes, he came across a map that lead to… exactly where he needed to go next! Excellent!
"Well done!" Demongo hissed to the wolf, giving him a pat on the head.
Tucking the book into his cloak, Demongo summoned his energy, and all the souls and essence he had collected and were still about returned to him instantly. Another rush.
Once all essence had returned to him, Demongo tossed another dust crystal out before him, a black one, and shot it with his energy beam.
In a flash, a nevermore appeared. Demongo levitated onto its back, and hung on to it.
"Go!" He ordered. The Bird knew where to go, and took off towards the night sky.
Once they were airborne, Demongo took out his checklist again, just to see the second item once more; White Fang.
"Hey question," a voice said, nearly making Demongo jump. "Why are you riding a Nevermore there? You can fly on your own, can't you?"
Demongo recognized the voice as Deadpool, and to his shock, turned to face the red-clad mercenary.
"What? How did you- But I- dust! Magic!" Demongo sputtered. How did Deadpool escape from his crystal a second time?
"Eh forget it," Deadpool shrugged. "We're done here. Chapter's over."
Author's Note: Wow! That took a really long time! Much longer than I thought it would. I'll admit I kind of rushed on the last two scenes a little.
Had a bit of trouble deciding on what to do in this chapter. There were quite a few options; introducing Cinder, Roman, the White Fang, etc, Ozpin giving a speech about Demongo, having Team RWBY talk more about dealing with Demongo, including Yang asking Ruby why they think they should stay out of the way, an army attacking Demongo in Atlas and failing, and subsequently Demongo showing off his victory on a second broadcast. I just felt kind of stuck at first, but then after making this little list here, I sort of thought about it and got some thoughts on it going. Even then though, I had a hard time trying to come up with what Ozpin would say in his speech, and also what order to put the events of this chapter in.
I'd also like to say that in this story, Demongo will not have the same weakness as in the show. If he did, this story would be over way too quickly.
I saw episodes 2 and 3 of RWBY volume 2 within the last couple of days. Really liked them. I also gotta say the little talk Team RWBY had in their room about the white fang and doing something as oppose to staying in school, is; I had a similar idea for the talk in this story on how they would deal with Demongo. The difference here is that while they know a lot about the White Fang, they know next to nothing about Demongo. I think they executed it much better than I could though. Also, how old is Cinder if she was able to pass for a student at Beacon?
A problem for me is that I've come up with my own headcanons and my own ideas and theories for how the world of RWBY works (such as Atlas being having the most dust out of all four kingdoms, Weiss Dust Co. headquarters being in Atlas), and as new episodes keep coming out and either prove or disprove my headcanons and theories, it's kind of frustrating. I'm going to try to keep this story going though with all the ideas I initially had prior to the premier of volume 2.
I hope you all liked this chapter. I liked most of it. Please leave me reviews and favor and follow. Thank you and I'll see you next chapter!
