Chapter 7
Weaver arrived at his dorm and briefly told his team of the upcoming plan.
"and make sure you're in your assigned places ahead of schedule in case things are pushed ahead."
Weaver looked over to pestilence. "I want "dust-plants" surrounding the CCT and The Tower." He said, gesturing to the areas circled on the map in front of them. Neither one can fall. Understood." Weaver looked around.
Ragnorok, Pestilence, and Darken all nodded in sequence.
Weaver stood, and stalked out the door.
It was almost time.
Weaver was close to the rondeau when h spotted her.
Penny was waiting for him near a vending machine.
She wore a hood over her head, and a cloak around her body. Similar to Weaver's own cloak.
Upon seeing him, penny gave weaver a slight curtsy. "how do you do?" she asked, in a happy go-lucky tone of voice.
Weaver nodded. "nice day today."
The small talk continued as the two approached each other so as not to arouse suspicion on what they were really doing. Weaver walked up and nonchalantly 'bumped' into penny, knocking the folder out her hand.
"oh my goodness! I'm so sorry, look at me not watching where I'm going!" he said, as he dropped to his knees and started to pick up the papers that had spilt all over the place.
Penny knelt down next to him on his right side, and helped him with the papers.
When both were sure no one was watching; weaver continued to pick up the remaining 7 pages.
As he did so; penny slipped a small flash drive into his pocket.
"it's all in here."she whispered.
"good work. I'll contact you when we return."
She nodded.
They stood, and he returned the stack to her.
"once again ma'am; I'm terribly sorry! Do have a great day."
"it was no problem sir. You stay safe."
They parted ways, and Weaver headed back to the dorm.
Team SPDR were flying over the island of Vytal looking for any kind of disturbance.
Weaver had asked the pilot circle around, but she would have none of it.
"I refuse to have a stupid man in MY 'dust-plane' any longer than I have to."
After she said that, he told her to set them down.
She, of course, wouldn't listen, having said. "I'll set the plane down when I want to set the plane down!"
Weaver had contemplated killing her right then and there, and would have too: if it weren't for the massive rumbling that resounded through-out the island.
"this is where we get off!" Weaver said.
The others nodded.
Ragnorok stepped up right on the edge of the ship.
Pestilence ran and jumped right out of the still air-borne ship.
Darken jumped backwards out of the other side of the plane. Jet black wings sprouting from his back.
Weaver took his placed his on the other side of the plane from Ragnorok.
"set. Drop."
He jumped out as far as he could, just in time as Ragnorok let gravity take hold of him, and went head-first to the ground. His weight throwing the ship into a tail spin as he jumped.
Over 40 miles below.
The resounding 'KABOOM!' shook the earth and even caused 10 ft. tall waves to come spilling out away from the island.
The crater's radius was almost as enough to swallow the entire island.
"nice drop Ragnorok; were you planning on waking every Grimm on the planet?" pestilence joked.
"what are you talking about? If anything; they were crushed like everything else."
Looking around; they noticed he was right.
There were no trees, rocks, plants or animals for as far as the eye could see.
"alright, scatter. Look for anything that shouldn't be here." Weaver said.
The three of them leapt to the trees, Ragnorok stuck to the ground.
Ignoring the explosion of the dust ship that was heard over a mile away.
They had been searching for hours, they were all tired, and hungry. They had chosen to make camp. Darken made sure no Grimm came close to the perimeter,
Pestilence started the fire, and Ragnorok stayed where he was. Gathering as much aura as he could, preparing to split it between his teammates.
Weaver, Meanwhile, had gone off into the forest in search of something to bring back to camp.
Setting into a hiding place, Weaver crouched low, and prepared to pounce.
Twenty minutes of sitting in the same position finally yielded a young buck that would serve their purposes, and their bellies, quiet well.
Weaver pounced.
The buck fell, it's neck broken.
Weaver loaded the kill onto his shoulders, and began making his way back to camp.
When he heard a noise behind him.
Sighing; he turned, and went immediately to the ground in a crouch. Standing a few sort feet away,
was a Grimm.
Weaver came to his feet, and approached; calm as if he were just walking through the woods. But taking care not to make any noise.
Weaver was less than a foot behind the Grimm; when a thought came to him.
'I wonder what my new powers are capable of?'
Weaver smiled.
Reaching out his hand, he focused on the power he wanted and focused it into his right hand. Weaver soon found a long ebony sword in his hand.
He smiled and inhaled.
The Ursai whirled around and received a blade to the arm. Cutting it off.
Weaver then whistled a straight plan note that faded in.
The Grimm exploded in a shower of red.
'wood-make and sound control: definite keeper.'
Weaver thought as he turned around and made his way back to camp.
Upon return, Weaver dropped the carcass of the deer on the floor next to Ragnorok, who promptly chopped the head off, and began to cut it into pieces.
Ka-chunk
Weaver set off again to relieve darken of his post.
"pestilence. How's the fire?" darken called from behind the trees of which he was hiding behind.
Pestilence hadn't moved a lot from the position he had had when weaver had left.
He was still holding his hand out as fire dust came flowing out of his hand, and into the fire.
The fire it's self was currently raging at a height of 3 ¾ feet, the wood at its base was as black as the Grimm Weaver had just killed, and he wasn't even close to being done.
"it's ready." Pestilence answered.
They gathered around the fire.
Ragnorok sat on the ground, and passed around the storage of aura he had generated while the others were busy. While pestilence and darken sat on opposite sides of the fire. Pestilence laying the meat over the fire with a loud hiss.
Weaver would eat in the morning.
The next day Ragnorok awoke to see Weaver poking through the fire, stirring the still-hot ashes back to life.
"return to sleep. I'll wake you all shortly."
Weaver said in his cold, dead, tone of voice.
Ragnorok said nothing, he rolled over and went back to sleep.
Over the years he had known the other members of team SPDR, he had found that while Prog, now known as pestilence, was a major jokester; darken was not.
Both were as different as the faunas were to the Grimm.
He himself, was only still there because of weaver.
Weaver, and weaver alone was responsible for him staying.
It had been raining when he had found out the truth:
The fact was it had even caught weaver off guard.
Weaver, who had NEVER even once, cracked. In anyway what-so-ever. In any situation; Weaver was always calm and cold.
But that day, when they found out who had really been responsible for that village's destruction.
Ragnorok and weaver had been traveling for well over 7 days without stopping.
They were in the middle of a clearing, and had stopped to rest for a while. When they saw a pillar of smoke in the distance. Less than an hour away.
The two threw their few belongings into a bag, and set off at a dead-run.
They reached the edge of the tree-line, and stopped.
They might as well have not come at all.
The entire village was dead.
But every man, woman, and child. They were all dead.
Some had been stabbed through the back.
Others had been beheaded, and left where they lay.
But the worst yet was at the center of town; where several figures were leading a large group of people bound in chains to a cage that looked as if it were covered in black.
Weaver realized what the black was.
Or rather: who
The people were shoved into the cage.
Most of the group were in fact children. No older than the age of 11. As the last of them were shoved inside, one of the figures flicked a switch.
the crying faces inside the cage were soon hidden by the orange and red flames that licked at the children inside.
Weaver's mind went blank as he tore off his cloak.
Ragnorok knew then no one was to leave this place alive!
Weaver used the under-blade on his gauntlets to stab the one furthest from the cage through the head with right hand. He quickly brought his left hand forward and let loose a torrent of bullets than shredded three more of the figures.
Discarding the corpse on his hand, weaver rushed forward, and claimed four more lives by activating the 2 long blades on his gauntlets. One blade from the top of each of the gauntlets.
He drew the heads of the four figures.
The rest of the figures rose to fight. Out of the twenty that rose.
None would rise again.
Weaver flicked his wrist to one of them, and a cord about the thickness of the hole in a roll of scotch tape, flew out and imbedded itself in the figure. At the same time he used his other hand (left) to spray fire into a group of
Them. Killing another three and mortally wounding two others. Weaver used the claws on his gauntlets to kill 9 more.
He then twisted his wrist, and a make-shift crossbow popped out of his gauntlet, loaded, and when weaver squeezed the lever (trigger)
Twang
A cross bolt appeared in the figures chest.
Weaver saw the remaining figures; two he had already partly cooked.
Time to rectify that error.
Weaver lowered his hands, and for a moment the figures thought they were to be spared the rode.
Only for weaver to raise his spider legs in to the air, harden them, and drive them threw the bodies of the burn victims. The other two-wait two?
Weaver spun around, and threw a hand out in a straight. Impaling another two figures on his long blade like a shish-ka-bob.
Weaver sheathed his blade and turned around to face the other two, and saw Ragnorok stabbing one of them through the middle, the blade was being held horizontally, and thus he might as well have cut the man in two.
The twin blades he held were now easily the length of an average door. With the possibility of being able to turn into a whip-blade (Renji's sword from bleach 2nd stage)
As well as a minigun/laser cannon.
Ragnorok put both blades back on his back, and weaver tried to calm himself.
Looking around, Weaver made a decision.
"Ragnorok. Prep camp in one of the surrounding houses."
"yes-sir." Was Ragnorok's reply.
Weaver walked toward to cage, and began to gather as many of the ashes as he could.
When he had finished, he had set out to the edge of the town.
Upon reaching the small lake that boarded the town, weaver sat down, and began to trail the ashes around the boarder. There had been enough ashes to cover the perimeter.
When weaver returned, Ragnorok was reading a book he found lying about, the carcasses of several chickens' lie over the fire, three of the four were burned, the final one was beginning to turn brown.
Weaver walked over to Ragnorok and quietly sat down.
"three of the four chickens are charcoal."
Ragnorok spun around.
"sir. I didn't hear you approach, sir."
Weaver was too lost in his thoughts to respond.
"sir?" Ragnorok asked.
Weaver looked up. "yes"?
"forgive the question sir; but what is this town's importance? You wouldn't have walked in like that if it wasn't important."
Weaver sighed, and looked down.
"when I traveled with her, we came here a few times.
These people, they were good to us. They treated us like we were one of them."
Weaver didn't have to say much else, they were good people who didn't deserve this.
They were pulled from their thoughts when they heard ruckus from upstairs. Weaver made a motion for Ragnorok to stay put. He nodded, and weaver headed up the stairs.
Weaver reached the top of the stairs and stopped.
There, in the corner, lay the bodies of two small children, a boy and a girl, not much younger than himself. They appeared dead, Weaver knew better, walking up to the two, he spied the muscles in their arms tense up. Weaver had frowned and knelt down next to the pair.
The boy's eyes snapped open and moved to attack Weaver who easily stopped the blow.
"relax child, I mean you no ill will." Here he paused. "What happened here?" he asked.
The boy began to explain the events that led up to their misfortune. Apparently an organization had walked in to their village and had announced that they were "the sons of delzor, and they were on a quest of destruction" and had begun to butcher and kill the entire village. Only he and his sister were left.
When the boy was finished, he asked Weaver why he was there, Weaver revealed that he had he had visited here with his aunt a few years ago.
Weaver stood up and held out his hand, and gave the boy the single, most desired thing he could think of.
He said. "do you want revenge?"
The boy looked up in surprise. "what?" he asked.
"Do. You. Want. Revenge?" weaver repeated.
The boy couldn't say 'yes' fast enough.
The rage evident on his face.
His sister looked from him to her brother and back again, finally, she nodded her head.
Both siblings took his hand as one.
"my name is weaver Spiderwick. What are your names?"
The boy looked him in the eyes and gave his name. "I am Ruin Silver." He said in a strong, intense voice, as if expecting a fight.
Weaver just smiled. "a good name; a strong name."
"my sister. Her name is Alyss Silver."
Weaver nodded his head. "I see you're locked inside, but can set you free: you will live forever if you follow me."
(end flashback)
The boy, Ruin, had ended up joining Their Shadows, when they were formed.
Weaper had been distraught for a week, and had then gotten over it, rather quickly as a matter of fact.
Brother and sister spent a lot of time together since then. Training together, eating together, etc. (1) Weaver didn't really care enough to do anything about it.
The children had realized quickly that you couldn't keep a secret from Weaver. It didn't matter if or how secret you kept it. If you thought he didn't know; it would turn out he knew of it the entire time.
Ragnorok was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of crunching bones, and flesh being punctured.
Weaver was eating his meal.
He avoiding eating around them to spare them their lunch. Weaver was a monster. Pestilence was an animal, darken was a savage, he was a barbarian; but Weaver, Weaver was a monster. Plain and simple.
Weaver was nearly finished, when he 'felt' Ragnorok sit down next to him. "I think I want her father instead."
Weaver stopped eating and looked at him. "their father?" he said, his eyebrows raised, his tone slightly surprised.
"she butchered my village, my family. Only fair if I crush her family; her sister is too weak to be crushed, besides I hear the white fang was able to get to their mother; but not their father, I wish to smite two legacy's." Ragnorok sad with a smile.
Weaver went back to his meal. "do iwant to know what that is?" Ragnorok asked.
Without missing a beat; weaver turned and said. "pestilence."
A moment of silence passed.
"that's f*cked up."
"I know."
"It was funny though."
"yep."
Weaver finished his meal, and woke darken, while Ragnorok woke pestilence.
They continued on their job.
(hours later)
"'a slight disturbance near Vytal' he said. Not that big of an issue he said."
Weaver said.
He and his team looked up at the biggest Grimm on the planet: a whale. A f*cking whale! The thing was the size beacon, maybe Vale. It had white spikes lining it's back, and bottom lip, as well as other random spikes across it's body. As Weaver looked up at it he couldn't help but think. 'I might need a longer sword and grapple.'
"um sir? Might I suggest a bigger gun."
Ragnorok said dryly.
"no sh*t Sherlock."
Pestilence retorted.
"Keep digging Watson." Darken shot back.
Their banter was cut short as the Grimm rose up in the waves; and started to come down, aiming to crush them to death. Weaver thought fast. Reversing gravity's hold; he tossed the whale backwards in to its back.
"Ragnorok now."
Ragnorok had been building his power up since that morning: and now he was to release it in a most usual way.
Ragnorok released his power thought his body, and something other-worldly happened. Ragnorok was suddenly standing inside of a small ethereal cloak.
This cloak grew several feet, until Ragnorok was standing inside a 10 ft tall ethereal warrior. (think Sasuke's Susanoo: only white)
Lifting his sword, Ragnorok brought it down with all his might.
The resulting explosion was no doubt visible from vale, and kicked up dust miles into the air.
When the dust settled, the Grimm was cut clean in half.
From right cheek to left rib. But before it disappeared; darken ran up and shoved his hands into both halves of the creature, and as he activated his power: both halves of the Grimm where condensed and were absorbed into his arms (think Prototype 1 or 2)
Once that was done they packed up and made their way back home, and since their mentally-ill pilot decided to land the ship "when I want to set the plane down"
She had crashed. Too bad. Not really.
Thankfully; Darken summoned a Nevermore and had flown them across the sea.
They stayed their course.
Until they heard it.
Screaming. Not of death, of fear.
They didn't even need to be told; they bolted.
(ten minutes later)
Team SPDR arrived on the sight of team RWBY surrounded by grimm, of all kinds.
There was a hoard.
"gentlemen: RAG-NO-ROCK-DA-HOUSE!" weaver shouted.
Ragnorok jumped off the wall they were standing on, and landed by slamming his swords into the ground.
Pestilence used his "power" over ice to make a path into the fray.
Darken followed weaver into the alleys of vale.
Here they would do their work. Working quickly.
They found who they were looking for, exchanged information, and split up. Darken a natural at his task, slipping in and out of the Grimm like a fish through water.
Finding his targets; he planted his bug on the female brunet's lower back she turned, her face angry.
He feigned embarrassment. "ah… sorry."
He said.
"just watch it." She shot back.
Darken made his way back to their meeting point.
His mind void of all emotion, weaver had taught him this trick for the sake of subtlety, and their mission.
Upon arrival; he noticed weaver was already with the others, team JNPR, team RWBY, and team CRDL were with them.
Ragnorok had his blades in their minigun mode.
Pestilence had made twin swords out of his "ice power"
Weaver was cutting Grimm apart like he was born for it, using a plain-old katana, and a metal cable he had found, as a whip.
Darken quickly grabbed the two Grimm closest to him, and jumped into the sky with them, at around 30 feet in the air. He dropped them. Gravity doing the rest. The lack of wings helping him with executing the move quickly.
Landing next to weaver, he grabbed a beowolf that was getting a little too comfy with the claws, and sent him flying onto Ragnorok's sword. "nice one dark." Weaver called out, his sunny façade already in place.
"so what did I miss?"
He asked.
"oh, the usual."
Pestilence retorted.
Weaver snorted, it was a good fake, and the every one bought it but the ones who really knew Weaver.
About ten minutes later, team CFVY arrived.
Showing off and making a great distraction for weaver to bug each of them.
When all was said and done, and the battle was won; Weaver walked away with over 8 more bugged eyes and ears.
It was a good day.
(1) === mind out of the gutters ya pervs, I meant they spend a lot of quality time together; like nora and ren, they're not actually together-together.
P.S. a biiiggg shout-out to the genius who came up with the whale idea; if I could remember your name itd be up here: if your reading this, give me a pm telling me where you put it (just to make sure someone else doesn't take credit), and I'll make the change! J !