Hello and welcome back to Remnant Watcher, as always, we will start shortly.
I do not own RWBY or the dark souls series, just like them. Also, October 22 is the supposed launch of the fourth season of RWBY, just to let you know.
The Watcher had remained silent for the detective, while police task forces searched the warehouse for anything that might provide them an idea of what happened in the warehouse, should the Watcher remain quiet.
"You ain't much of a talka aren't you?" She asked. No changes to the person in front of her.
"Well, I'm going to need you to answer some questions for me, before I can let you be on your way...uh, Farron, is that right?" Detective Pink paused "Well, did you see any of the White Fang here? It's quite important really."
His head nodded in affirmation of the White Fang, Raven had told him that they were the masked ones in the assembly within the warehouse. And Pink wrote scribbled words on her notepad. While still writing, she asked another question, though it didn't seem as important.
"I haven' heard the name Farron before, or seen it while digging through the record of hunters, are you not registered?" Once again, he simply waited for a question worthy of an answer. But turned his head towards an incoming officer. Most likely Pink was the one leading the 'Warehouse' case.
"Detective Pink, we've searched the area an it looks like a fight was going on, there are fairly deep scratches and scrapes in the ground, but that's all we've found." He finished.
"Thank you. You're right to leave now, the proper investigation team should be here shortly." She looked up, upon finally finishing her first set of notes and concluding the 'surface' investigation. She then turned from the retreating officer towards the Watcher.
"You're free to go as well, but don' lemme catch you causing any trouble, r'else the'll be consequences." She then looked behind him, to the opening to the docks, and urged him to turn around. "Bu' I think someone wants to see you, for a bit. Now run along, an' rememba' wha' I said." She then walked off towards one of the police officers.
In the warehouse opening, a man out of place started towards him, quite quickly in fact, all while the Watcher remained still.
When the man had arrived in front of him, he had introduced him self as 'Headmaster Ozpin,' and asked him some questions regarding the scene.
"Tell me, was there a woman named Cinder Fall at the scene?" He then pulled a small, drawing (When the police draws a picture based on the suspect's facial details) of the girl's face. Upon recognition of the girl, Farron's mask shot back up to the man and nodded in confirmation. Which caused Ozpin to hang his head grimly, before speaking once more.
"And what were you doing here again?" He asked, while looking down at the picture in his hands of the criminal. The Watcher then pointed at the picture.
"Following her? Then you must be chasing her as well then...please, if you would, come with me, this is not the place to speak of this coming topic." He then turned to a small bullhead, fit for traveling a certain distance if one finds themself short on time.
The watcher had guessed that the headmaster was searching for the girl as well, and would ask the Watcher to join him, to help in his search. At least was his best guess.
Soon
Ozpin sat in the chair in the middle of a small room, while the Watcher in front of him chose to remain standing.
"As you know, I am a headmaster at Beacon academy, but can already see from these tapes that you are quite skilled in that your way of fighting, the style of which I have never seen before..." Ozpin then held out a small device for him to see. As his head tilted down, the Watcher saw himself in combat with the girl in the red dress
"...But I am also the leader of a small group that protects the maidens, of which one of my colleague saw you protecting. As well as attempting to find and subdue the criminal you had fought, as well as her lord." The Watcher felt surprise the final part, if he was truly searching for the traces of abyss, then perhaps gaining the knowledge of his group would help. Apart from the girl in the red dress, there was absolutely no traces of the darkness of the abyss, which worried him that he was not searching in the right places at the right time. He then inched closer to Ozpin.
"If you don't mind, then I'll be taking that as a...yes, perhaps?." The headmaster ended with a question. The Watcher nodded in confirmation, before placing a hand to his side pouch, like he did with Raven, who's feather was in a special place, apart from all the swordleafs that he carried (It says in item description its a leaf, but it says swordgrass, so I'm not sure exactly). Out of the pouch came several small leafs, eight in total, and was placed gently on the desk of which Ozpin sat.
Finally, his first words for the headmaster came through the Farron mask as a low voice, "If you find the girl, or her lord, then crush a leaf. The rest are for the others in your group, If they find either." Farron finished. Ozpin smiled politely, then examined a leaf. On all the stalks of the leafs, he found small notes, and with tiny, nigh invisible handwriting, was either the word Farron, or Watcher. He believed that Farron is his name.
"If I may ask, what might the name Farron be derived from? An old color? And the word 'Watcher' on the leaves, what might they mean?" However Ozpin received no such reply from the Watcher.
"Well then, it would help if I knew what exactly it is that you do." He asked of the Watcher, who had felt the question worth answering with his same low voice. Even if the extent had to be left out
"I travel the land, searching for traces of the darkness the abyss, in order to destroy it's hold on the land." A short sentence, beffiting of his quiet nature. Though it seemed that Ozpin had some experience with the word 'abyss'.
"I see, fitting of the role of watcher. Now...abyss...that's a word I havent heard in a long time." Ozpin had collected a series of books from across Remnant, few of which from an age long ago, but he definetly remembered something fitting the description he gained.
"Might you be one of...what was it now...Farron's Undead Legion, the abyss watchers?" Ah, that was something that he could nod his head to. The Crystal sages that had joined them certainly liked to take notes about the watchers, but the legion didn't mind. They had taught some willing Watchers sorcery befitting of their mantra of speed over power, even if some convincing was required. The Watcher himself was certainly interested when one of the sages had invited him and the willing watchers into practice with sorcery, reminding him that it is not wise to completely rely on a single weapon for every fight. When he had completed the sorcery training, the sages had gifted him a special kind of staff, along with fewer watchers who had also followed through with the sorcery and received the same gift.
In turn, the Legion had answered to calls of help from the sages, fighting in battles together as if they had done so for many years against those who would seek to steal their sorceries, even in a few joint operations, the sages would assist a company of Watchers in the burial of a kingdom exposed to the abyss with their crystal sorceries, of which he even decided to test the extent of the teachings during it burial. Truly the Crystal sages were a welcome partner to the Undead Legion of Farron.
"Then you must be from an era from long ago, correct?" However no reply in any form was received.
"Well then, I believe that is all that we have to say for tonight, unless you yourself want to speak of something?" The same lack of response remained.
"Well, then that concludes our meeting for tonight, I will give the leaves to my colleagues in the group, farewell." The Watcher then turned towards the door, which opened with a twist of his hand.
Hello again, that was chapter four of Remnant Watcher, I hope you like the bit about the sages, it feels really overlooked in ds3 so I decided to add them in, along with some background to the legion.
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I know for some readers, more words per chapter a week is preferred , but I like to keep it going daily.
Until next time, reader!