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Chapter 7: Crime never pays
The next day after the mission against the White Fang
"So, are you sure this won't hurt at all? Just checking."
Ragna was now in Ozpin's office standing in front of Amber with Qrow, Glynda, and Ozpin looked off from the side. After seeing how much of a hard fight the White Fang Lieutenant gave him during the mission, he was now convinced that he had to get his Aura unlocked. Ha had a few thoughts about this moment for the past few days with both interest and a little concern. There was no doubt in the young hybrid's mind the benefits that Aura could give him. Improving his physicality even more then his Valkyrian blood had done, giving him a barrier to help protect him from fatal blows for a while, increasing his healing factor by becoming the two? It sounded like an opportunity that he needed to take. However, he figured like the process to get the powers could be painful or require doing something that strained the body greatly. Not that he was afraid of pain, but he wanted to err on the side of caution.
Regardless of his concerns, he was willing to go through with it as he knew he had to start adapting himself to the ways fights on Remnant played out.
"Relax," Amber said in a calm tone, "this won't hurt all Ragna. Trust me, you maybe overthinking things."
Ragna sighed, "Alright, go ahead and do what you usually do."
Amber nodded as she put her hand on his right shoulder and closed her eyes. She concentrated on his soul, trying to feel it out so he could unlock his Aura. When she found it, she was stunned when she sensed how strong his soul was. If anything, it was among the strongest she had seen in her life. The amount of Aura he would have would be a high level, something that very few Huntsmen could ever have in their lives. There was no doubt he would be strong enough to take a great deal of punishment from even heavy weapons and even blows fro powerful Grimm in battle.
However, for a moment she sensed another presence in his soul before it vanished.
'What was that?' she thought to herself as she tried to search for it again.
"Um, everything okay there Amber?" Ragna said concerned about his friend's facial expression.
Amber then opened her eyes as she realized that she was just delaying things to search for that weird presence. "Oh sorry! I'll get right to it now."
She then spoke in a chant:
For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through
this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise
above all, infinite in distance and unbound by death. I
release your soul, and by my shoulder protect thee.
Ragna then saw Amber's own Aura glow brown she finished the chant. Then another glow came about this time from him, as it burst out in a bright light. It was a deep blue, much like his Azure Flame. He then looked at his hands as Amber took her hand off of him, her job finished. Ragna couldn't believe what he was feeling, it was like the First time he unlocked the Azure Flame when he had returned to Barious. It wasn't was powerful, but the effect it had was incredible as he already felt at the same level he had been during his first fight with Selvaria. His senses were sharper, his body felt tougher, and he felt even capable then he had before.
"So how do you feel kiddo?" Qrow said to break the silence.
"I feel... stronger."
Ozpin smiled, "From what I can see, your Aura is already much more powerful then most people could ever achieve. If anything, your Aura should now allow you to fight Huntsmen on a more level playing field and make you strong enough to defeat anyone if the Fang that has Aura." Ozpin then put his cane in front of him. "Now then, try and use your Blue Flame, see if you feel any major difference."
Ragna nodded as he then turned on his Blue Flame. His hair became fully silver and both eyes crimson red as his Flame blew out from him in a burst of energy. He felt his Flame was more natural for him to call upon then before even more like breathing then before. He also felt like he was as almost as powerful as he was at Naggiar using his Azure Flame for the first time, with it overflowing from his body like water in a cup. He felt as thought he could tear his way through anything the Grimm and White Fang could send his way.
Ragna then turned his Blue Flame off, seeing that everything was all in order. "Man, what a rush. You guys weren't kidding about the boost Aura could give off." He then smiled, "Now I'm just wondering how much training I should do now to get fully used to this power up."
Ragna then blinked as he realized something. "Wait what about my Semblance? Shouldn't that have awakened as well?"
Glynda then spoke up, "A person's Semblance doesn't awaken automatically after their Aura has been unlocked. It may take time until you tap into it either accidentally or during the midst of combat against a foe. If anything, you may not need it currently against the White Fang as besides the Lieutenant you fought, the rank and file aren't near your level of combat prowess."
Ragna nodded in understanding, As things are right now, he can just use his enhanced abilities to take down his opponents with him only using his Blue Flame as a last resort if the situation called for it. Not that he would be running into anyone as strong as Selvaria or the black-haired woman he fought the day he saved Amber.
"Alright then," Qrow said with a smirk, "looks like things are moving along swimmingly. So, have you decided on how you'll blend in when you go to Beacon? Like coming up with a last name or what your standard Huntsmen attire will be? Not to try and rain on your parade, but I don't think that fighting Grimm in casual clothing doesn't seem like a good idea. Plus you would stand out a ton, well... more than you already do."
Ragna glared at Qrow, not missing the snide remark at his hair and eyes. "I'm going to let that slide for now." He said with a threatening undertone.
"Alright, alright relax," Qrow said while rolling his eyes at the young man's glare, "I'm just saying that not many people have looks like you unless it's a weird birth defect or they dye their hair into different colors. It's just something that people normally don't do unless they do it to either look cool or just to stand out in a crowd."
Ragna then eased up on his glare, and let out a sigh. Qrow was right, his looks would no doubt cause him to stand out among the students. It could cause some people to talk behind his back about how strange he looks compared to other people or (eventually) having bullies try and mess with him or send insults about his looks his way whenever they have the chance. It only made sense as bullies do tend to go after those that stood out from a crowd because of some minor things like their clothes, their looks, to their overall personally to name a few.
'Then again,' Ragna thought to himself while mentally shrugging, 'it's not like bullies will be a problem. I can just kick their asses when it's possible and show them not to mess with me.'
Ragna then put his right hand on his neck "So... do I really need a last name before I join in? Can't you guys just make an exception and allow me to register as Ragna?"
Glynda then put her hands on her hips as she sighed, "Look, I understand that you having a last name would be quite a momentous decision for you, considering how your past and your people's experience. As you yourself told us, Darcsens are only able to get last names if they either marry a non-Darcsen which is in fact taboo, or they get adopted into a family who wish to take them in. It's honestly a completely imbecilic law from the point of view of someone that isn't obsessed with making the Darcsen's continue to suffer for the actions of their ancestors from thousands of years ago. So believe me when I say that while I'd be pushing for you to do so normally, I understand your hesitation."
She then locked her eyes squarely at Ragna. "However, if you are going to be able to fully blend in Remnant's society, you may need one as to not cast suspicion on yourself. It is unheard of for normal people here in Remnant not to have last names. They are a sign of one's individuality, how they stand out from others around them. The Great War, the biggest conflict ever in Remnant's history was in fact started by each ideals and led the way for those born after that turmoil to fully embrace that very ideal. If anything, you giving yourself a last name would not only be a sign of you coming into your own here on our world, but set a norm for when you may end up returning to Eden. Besides, you aren't on Eden anymore now are you?"
Ragna crossed his arms over his chest as he took the time to think about what Glynda told him. It was true, he wasn't on Eden anymore so he didn't have to deal with anyone reinforcing the very laws that he hated, much like how he hated all aspects of anti-Darcsen culture. To be honest, he never wanted a last name as he thought that it not only showed his solidarity with his people, but he thought he would just be freeloading off of someone else's name and making them suffer some of the . When he had been taken in by the Siegfried Family, Matt asked him if he wanted to have their last name be added to his. However, Ragna didn't want it as it would no doubt cause even more backlash for the Siegfried family from their political opponents and bring down even more negative attention from Darcsen-Haters.
Now though, since he was in a new world, he didn't have to deal with that type of prejudice anymore. And considering what Glynda said about how last names give people a special identity and lets their personality be shown, maybe it wouldn't be as bad.
Ragna then unfolded his arms and stared at Glynda directly with conviction. "Alright then, I guess I'll try and give it a shot." He then had a considerable smirk on his face, "In fact, I may have an idea for one?"
Ozpin then raised an eyebrow at the boy's declaration, "Oh? And what is that?"
"Blaze. From now on, I'll be Ragna Blaze, student of Beacon to the public, and also known as the Fang Hunter, the Bane of the White Fang."
Qrow raised an eyebrow at that. "Blaze? Why that and not a last name that is a color?"
Ragna raised his right hand in a fist. "I thought about Blaze because that is what I'm becoming. A blaze that will grow, day by day, into a massive inferno. An inferno that will burn away the White Fang's ambitions and goals into ashes. A blaze that will incinerate the Grimm and send them into nothingness where they can never come back. A fire that will light the way for all those who want Remnant to become a better a place to live in. A blaze that will become a symbol of hope for those noble and kind souls, and a funeral pyre for those that would bring chaos and despair upon Remnant. THAT IS WHY I CHOSE THE NAME BLAZE!"
Glynda and Amber were taken a back quite a bit at the young man's declaration. They figured that he had chose the name because of some thought of it being cool or just a spur of the moment thing. They didn't realize that he had not only a very valid reason for the name, but also that it meant something that he himself would do while here on Remnant. Qrow smirked at the young man, admitting that it was a nice speech and while the name would seem weird to have as a last name it made sense when he explained it like that.
'In a way,' Qrow thought to himself, 'he is starting to become that blaze he spoke about.'
Ozpin then smiled at the young man and said, "Very well then, I shall register you as Ragna Blaze when school formally begins. You will still receive some raised eyebrows or curious looks from your peers, but nothing too serious if anything. Of course, while I'm certain you know about the subject, you will have to do homework, pay attention in classes, and follow the rules that Beacon has."
"No problem," Ragna said nonchalantly, "Due to the Siegfrieds, I was able to go for a few classes at the University in Randgriz, although I was still mostly home-schooled." It was true, prior to going to the University, Ragna was home schooled, being taught by the best tutors that could be afforded (which meant they were very good at what they taught). However, Matt soon asked his father if Ragna and Kai could be allowed to take special classes over at R.U. William was concered about the amount of backlash he would get from his political opponents, but in the end he allowed it and thus the two Darcsens were able to go with their ever growing group of friends.
"Very well then," Ozpin said while pushing up his glasses, "I look forward to seeing how well you learn and what you can teach the other students." Ozpin knew that any help his students would end up getting from the young hybrid would make them stronger in the end. He didn't have any doubts that Glynda and the other teachers would be able to give the students enough lessons and ideas to allow them to become skilled and elite Huntsmen in their own right. However with Ragna's help, they could achieve even further heights and grow even faster then him and the staff could have on their own.
Of course, considering his past, he would no doubt approach it the way a drill Sergeant would.
Amber then clapped her hands together. "Alright then, time for some shopping!"
Ragna blinked for a few seconds before he then spoke up. "Wait what?"
"Well, since Qrow brought up before that you'll need a new look to show that your a Huntsmen as well as getting more clothes for causal wear, it only makes sense that we'll have to start looking for some for you." Amber spoke with a smile on her face.
Ragna grimaced a little. Back in Gallia, Matt's mother Aria Siegfried had sometimes dragged him along to help her run errands along with a couple of maids and guards going with her. While she had told him before that they wouldn't take that long, they were an eternity in his eyes. She had always wanted to get enough clothes and food for not only her family, but for all of the staff and guardsmen that the Siegfrieds had under them. This meant that he had to carry several bags or bundles of clothes and bags filled with food.
In his mind, shopping was a bore and a mind-numbing chore.
"Well, I guess." He said with a neutral tone.
'It can't be that bad right?'
'OK, not as bad as I thought but still, just as boring and tedious.'
Ragna couldn't help but groan out-loud as he was being dragged along by Amber through a clothing store. It seemed that the young girl was really into it as she was looking through several ranks of clothes to see what would work for him. They had spent about half an hour there as they had to get his height, whist, and overall size from one of the employees using a measuring tape. After that time, she had a sizable bundle in her hands of different shirts, coats, and pants in her hands as they approached a changing room.
"Okay, you can go in here and try out some of the clothes I got you. Tell me what you think from some of them."
She then put the bundle in his hands and gestured him to go into the changing room. He then walked inside and locked the door behind him as he looked through the bundle of clothes. He remembered that Ozpin told Amber to see about clothing that he could see about infusing the same Dust compound into as the clothes as they did with his Fang Hunter cloak. It was not only to allow him another layer of protection other than his Aura, but as Ozpin himself said, "It may be used to help further your own abilities if needed." This made Ragna wonder about what Ozpin met by that before they left.
Sure, he had heard about the uses of Dust before when Ozpin and the others told him about how Remnant has used the mineral for use as weaponry, generating power, etc. He also learned that because of that, that humanity and the Faunus were able to use it to help them stand up to the Grimm. It was literally the lifesaver that they needed in order to allow them to survive with the presence of the Grimm always around them. It only reinforced the idea that Dust was like Ragnite in his mind with how this world's people have gotten to their current state, with Remnant of course being far more advanced then Eden.
However, he didn't have any ideas as to what Ozpin was alluding to when he mentioned that.
He began looking into the pile of clothes and began to try some out.
First was a black hoodie with a gray wolf's head on the front with denim jeans and and sliver sneakers. When he looked in the mirror at himself, he could see himself wearing these as causal wear more then anything. If fact, when he felt the clothes, they were lighter and more soft then anything he wore before. No doubt due in part to advances in clothing manufacturing and the materials that they were made of.
"I guess this will work." He said to himself.
He then tried on several more clothes, including a black shirt with a Ursa head on the front, a black shirt with (as he would find out later) was the name of a band called DISTURBED, a lightweight black jacket with a white five-pointed star on the back, several pairs of jeans and a couple of shorts. Going through each article of clothing, he saw quite a few that he liked and would keep for wearing later when need be. However, he had yet to find any clothing that would work with making him look like a Huntsman.
Then, as he look through the clothing, he soon saw it.
He pulled out a long, dark blue coat that went down to his ankles in terms of length. It didn't have anything on the back like some of the other jackets he had gotten, but Amber did tell him that the place they were in allowed for custom tailoring in terms of adding any symbols or patches into their clothing. He also found black pants that were much more flexable then other ones that he wore and a regular black shirt. He also found another piece of clothing in a pile that he took a little liking to, a pair of finger-less, black gloves that had a small open part in the back of the hand.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Ragna had to admit he looked pretty good in this attire if anything. It definitely fit the look of a Huntsman in his eyes, it showed his personality and was all his own style. He also had an idea of the symbol that would define him and be what people would identify him whenever someone would see his symbol.
He then smiled to himself, "This will work just nicely."
After a few more minutes and trying on other clothes, he then emerged from the dressing room to meet with Amber. She could see that there were other clothes in the shopping cart, which were no doubt for her.
"So, have you chosen what clothes you like and any that would work for Huntsman attire?" She said in a cheery tone.
Ragna nodded. "Yep, I found a get-up that could work for me and an idea as to a symbol for myself."
Amber tilted her head at that. She figured that it would have taken several more minutes before the hybrid would chosen something for his Humtsmen attire. She didn't get too many clothes that would have fit the part perfectly. She guessed that he must have come to a conclusion about what he was going to wear or he must have chosen from some mix of clothes and figured that it would work for him just fine. She was planning on staying a little while longer in order to buy some more clothes, but it seemed as though she have to continue that later.
"So," Ragna then spoke up, "where is that place were they can make symbols again?"
A few minutes later
Ragna was tapping his foot as he waited for the stylists to finish up their work. When they had showed up, a young women with long brown hair and pink eyes had met them at the register. She was named Alice and happened to be one of best in terms of making symbols there. She seemed to be a bit eccentric as she had a little look in her eyes that gave away her eagerness in her job. However, in order to show that she could do her job as good as she says, when Ragna told her to do a hawk symbol (the hawk being a reference to his father) she had quickly sketched up a stylized hawk that was colored dark blue much like most of Ragna's hair.
When he asked her why she chose that color, she replied, "I figured that from the fact most looks are dark blue, it would only make sense that would be the color you were wanting for it."
Needless to say, Ragna soon asked her to make a particular symbol to place on his jacket.
"How much longer do you think she needs before its finally done?" He asked turning to Amber.
Amber shrugged, "Who knows? Designing a an image is easier then actually stitching it onto clothing."
"Huh, I didn't think that Alice would have any customers today."
They both turned around and saw another female around their age walk up to the counter. She had short brown hair with a dark brown beret on her head. She had on a orange sweater with designer pants that had quite a few belts on it and designer shoes on her feet. Covering her eyes were a pair of sunglasses with yellow frames around them, then lowered them to show off her gray colored eyes that were looking at the two individuals.
"Okay it's finally done-" Alice said as she came out of the room with Ragna's new coat under her arm. She then noticed the new figure and her eyes lit up like a streetlight at the young woman. "Coco! I didn't think you were coming in today!"
The young women, now named Coco pushed her sunglasses back up to cover her eyes as she smirked at the employee. "No biggie, I just wanted to see if there was any new styles ready to buy. I figured that with Beacon starting up in over a month I might be able to try out some new outfits to show off." Fashion and all of the things that came with it was one of the things that Coco always enjoyed in her life. While most people saw clothes as being important keep themselves from wearing rags all the time, it was much more important to Coco. To her, fashion was a statement, much like doing something that could catch everyone's attention. In a way, much like how having colors for last names, what someone wears is another way to expess themselves to others.
"Excuse me? Did you say your going to Beacon?"
Coco turned around at the sound of the voice that spoke out. It was the guy that was there as he had his arms crossed while his head tilted to the left. Coco blinked a few times behind her shades, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. She had seen some weird looks before, but nothing like what was seeing now.
' How does this guy have looks like that? Did he have an eye replacement and dyed his hair?'
Ragna sighed at this as while he couldn't see the girl's eyes he could tell by her face what was staring at. "If your wondering about it, my hair and eyes are natural."
Coco was taken aback by that. "How did you?"
"I can tell when someone is staring at my face." Ragna then sighed, "I understand if you're weirded out by it, trust me I get that a lot."
"Oh, sorry about that pal, I didn't mean to stare." Coco said while rubbing the back of her neck. She then took off her glasses and continued, "So, I'm guessing you got that from your folks? You know, genetics and all that?"
Ragna nodded in reply.
"I see," Coco then smirked a little bit, "I'm guessing your going to Beacon as well?"
Ragna then returned his own smirk, "Yep, I'm planning to become a top Huntsman in my own right as well as knowing how to kill those damn Grimm easier and more efficiently. I figured that it was time for a new hunter to step up."
Coco then put back on shades and grinned, "Well then, I guess I'll be seeing you around when school finally starts up then."
Alice then coughed to get them out of their current conversation. "Anyway, I'm not sure if we got anything new Coco so sorry about that. As for Ragna..." She then walked up to the hybrid and handed him the coat. "Here you go!" She said with a smile, "One blue coat with a sliver wolf's head on the back, just like you wanted. I wanted to try and give it some more flare, but since that's how you wanted it to look I chose to keep it how you wanted."
Ragna soon unfolded the the coat and held it up for him to see the symbol on the back. It was colored silver, much as he want (the silver was like his hair at the edges normally and when he uses his Blue Flame). It was a sideways wolf head with its jaws open and an empty spot where its eye is with its fur both on its head and neck swept backwards. It was a solid silver without any strokes inside the head or neck area, but to the young hybrid, it was enough.
Simple, yet straight to the point, just how he liked it.
"Are blue and silver your favorite colors or something there pal?" Coco interpreted his thoughts as she pointed out the hybrid's choice in colors.
Ragna chuckled a little, "Yeah, you could say that. Its not just because I like those colors, but in a way both of them represent me the best." 'Well, both parts of me if anything.' He thought to himself. After he had awaken his Valkyrian powers and was separated back at Kloden, he was mentally torn apart at himself. One part of him was still trying to piece everything together after that new revelation. One part was somewhat angry at his parents that they never told him about him being half Darcsen, half Valkuyur. Another part was focused on his fight Selvaria and how he needed to get stronger.
Simply put, his mind was going in a million places after that day.
However, overtime he realized that despite what he really was, he understood that he was still his own person. Even with some of the most devout Yggdists (key among them being Major Fanatic a.k.a. Audrey Gassenarl) calling him an abomination, he just ignored it much like the usual insults from Darcsen-haters. He began to embrace himself being what he was, much like how he came to appreciate his looks.
Ragna then turned to Alice with a big grin on his face. "Thanks again for this Alice, I owe ya one."
Alice returned he own grin as she put her hands on her hips. "No problem at all. Just let me know if you need if you need any more custom jobs. You know were to find me Ragna." She then turned to Coco, "Sorry again about not having anything new in stock Coco, but as soon as any come in, I let you know ASAP."
"No problem Ali." Coco said while waving her hand dismissively. "I guess I just jumped the gun and thought I could get something new today. I can come in anytime since you have my number." She then turned to Ragna with a smile, "Well then, I guess I'll be seeing you around Beacon."
Ragna nodded then remembered something, "Oh yeah I forgot to introduce myself." He then held out his right hand to the girl. "The name's Ragna, Ragna Blaze."
Coco looked at the young man's hand through her shades with curiosity written on her face. Then she grasped his hand with her left hand with a smile on her face. "Coco Adel. See you at Beacon then Ragna, hope you have the skills to back up your talk." She then turned to Amber, showing that she knew she was there, and said, "And you are?"
Amber then gave off a polite bow to Coco with a small smile on her face. "My name is Amber, Amber Autumn. It's nice to meet you Ms. Coco."
Coco raised an eyebrow at the girl, she seemed a little too formal for a normal person. She then mentally shrugged, it wasn't that big of a deal for her. Everyone has their own quirks, it was something that was universally accepted by people.
"Alright then, see you guys around." Coco then waved as she walked away from the two.
"She seemed like a nice person." Amber said after Coco left the store. "I can tell that while she's focused on fashion, she has a good heart and a smart mind. I can tell she may end up being a great Huntress and a good ally." While not part of her powers as the Fall Maiden, Amber did have good skills in reading a person's character. From their demeanor around people, to the way they dress, to the way they interact with others. From what she could tell, Coco definitely was an overall good individual. Her keen eye for fashion could easily be translated into one for talent and planning. She also had a cool head from what she could see, meaning that she could be able to keep her cool while in battle against any enemy.
Overall, Amber could tell that Coco has the potential for begin a great Huntress.
"Yeah, she seems like someone that could be a good ally and friend when the time comes." Ragna said with a smile. If he met more people like Coco at Beacon, he will no doubt be able to find good friends and comrades.
Alice then spoke up, "So you guys good with with what you got?"
Ragna and Amber looked at each other and then nodded at Alice. "We'll take them!"
"So this is what you chose for your Huntsman get-up?" Qrow said while looking over Ragna in his new threads.
"Yep." Ragna said while doing some simple movements to see how he felt in his new clothes. "I figured that I should go with something that very makes me stand out like my looks do already."
"Are you sure that someone wouldn't put two and two together and think that you're the Fang Hunter?" Qrow said with a little skepticism in his voice. It wasn't to say that the White Fang would be able to guess that the young hybrid was the being that would cause them so many problems in the near future. However with all of experiences that Qrow has had over his life, anything can happen.
"Well think of it like this. You see a brown wolf and an Arctic wolf. Yes they are both wolves, but with different colors of fur on them. Unless you could see one of the wolves turn its fur color, showing it to be one and the same, they are in fact different. Plus, I'll make sure that I only use my Blue Flame when necessary either as the Fang Hunter or as Ragna. If I play it right, they won't be able to find out its me until after they've suffered too many losses in order to retaliate."
Ozpin then spoke up, "I agree, however I do think we still need to find a way to get them to forget if any of the ones we capture do see you using that same power during any of your missions. It's a little too much, but I believe I may be able to get a special serum that could cause them to forget what they've seen."
Ragna looked to Ozpin with a raise eyebrow but then shrugged. He figured that it made sense to make sure that anyone they captured couldn't somehow get that information out about his powers. He figured that in order to make sure that no one they captured could get out and tell their friends in the White Fang about his powers which could have them eventually find out its him. Sometimes, it was better to take the necessary steps to make sure that secrets were kept safe.
Glynda then walked into Ozpin's office while she was looking at her scroll as she came in. She then looked up from her scroll and saw the young man in his new clothes. She had to admit, it was rather out there much like his hairstyle and eye colors.
Then again, he would end up sticking out regardless anyway, so it wouldn't be crazy to think about standing out even more.
"I must admit Mr. Blaze," she said in a tactful tone, "you now look like an actual huntsmen now. While I admit the use of blue is too much, it does fit you considering the color of your uniform."
Ragna smiled at the combat instructor, "Yeah, I wanted it this color since blue is the main color of Gallia. Granted looking at it now, having blue for your uniform is bad in terms of camouflage." While he understood it was important to make sure to show your pride for your country, with how Gallian uniformed were colored, they barely had anywhere they could hide effectively. Thankfully, some units during the latter months of the war began to wear darker blue uniforms, which allowed them to blend in better at night. That in turn allowed infantry only ambushes to work more effectively at night then before.
"Indeed," Glynda said sagely, "however, considering the type of beings you'll be fighting, it won't be as necessary considering that you'll learn how to fight the Grimm more effectively once classes formally begin."
Ragna simply shrugged at that. He figured that while he knew how to fight due to his experience from the war, it would be nice to know specific weaknesses from the various types of Grimm he would end up encountering. He then turned to Ozpin with a serious look on his face, "So, any new targets for me to hit today?"
"Unfortunately, nothing has come up yet." Ozpin said with a frown on his face. "Your actions have gotten the White Fang in a frenzy from what my sources have been able to put together. They're scrambling to not only get information out to other bases of theirs about your actions, but are trying to look for anything on the Fang hunter. Of course, considering that you appeared so suddenly from out of nowhere, they haven't gotten anything remotely close to solid leads on your alter ego. Just for today you can relax until something comes up, then I'll be sure to let you know as soon as possible."
Ragna sighed while crossing his arms with a look of disappointment on his face. "Damn, really wanted to keep pushing the bar so I can keep them off balance. Oh well, I guess I can go and see more of Vale. Knowing more of the place should help of anything begins happening around town."
Ozpin nodded at the young man then went under his desk. "Well, in the meantime I got something that you can have as your first weapon from here. I asked an old friend to see about sending a unique weapon he had been working on for a while. I figured that despite you being trained as a sniper by your country's military, you have a knack for close combat as from what you've told us about your battles when that has happened." He then pulled out a sliver briefcase and placed it on the table with the lock and its button facing Ragna. "So due to this, I was able to get him send the weapons he was working on for you to use. Go on, press the button and take the weapon."
Ragna stood still for a second before stepping up to Ozpin's desk and pressing the button with his right hand. The briefcase's top opened up and Ragna moved the top away to look at what was inside, curious to see what weapon Ozpin was talking about.
He quite suppressed to see what was inside.
Inside were two silver pistols with one being placed upside down with the barrel facing Ragna and the other having it face away from him. They were rather big compared to other pistols he had seen, the closest being Gallia's Viper, a 50 caliber pistol that was made first back during EW1. Next to the pistol on the right were what he could guess were attachments for the guns along with the gray holsters that would allow one to put away said pistols when not in use. Next to the gun on the left were several magazines which held bullets that were as large as a 50 caliber round, which only confirmed his earlier ideas about the size of the weapons.
Ozpin then picked up one of the pistols from the briefcase as he continued. "These are special pistols based off of an Vacuoan design called the Desert Eagle. As you can tell, they're 50 caliber pistols with 10 rounds in each magazine. The rounds they can fire are dependent on what Dust they have in their chambers. Fire Dust allows to for killing the target, ice is for slowing the target's movement speed, wind is for stunning the opponent, electricity is for shocking the opponent while also stunning them at the same time, and gravity Dust can either make the target weigh less or more depending on what effect you want to happen to them."
He then clicked a small button on the side of the gun as it transformed into a combat knife as large as his hunting knives.
"Its alternate form are combat knives that have 10 inch blades for stabbing and cutting. Their blades are sharp enough that can cut through a Grimm like a hot knife through butter along with being strong enough for throwing at your targets as well." He then did few practice swings, demonstrating how the blade dances through the air when used by an expert. "These also have an in between form of the two, where some of the blade sticks out from under the barrel much like a bayonet. This allows you options for whe deal with both targets within range of your shots and within range of close combat techniques." He then changed the weapon back into its pistol form and directed Ragna's attention to the attachments. "The attachments you see here are a laser sight which paints a laser beam on a target that you want to shoot, a scope that allows someone skilled in making pistol shots be at longer ranges then they normally would, and finally a holographic sight for when you need to focus in on targets coming at you."
Ragna looked at the pistols with keen interest in his eyes. He was good with pistols due to the training he got when living with the Siegfried family which saved his live several times during the war when he was surrounded by Imps in battle. He always preferred using lighter pistols such as his Gallian Colts due to them having less recoil then the Viper pistols which were a problem to fire single handed unless you had a REALLY good grip on them. It was way they were his preferred pistol of choice in close combat while still having the stopping power to take enemies down with a couple of well-placed shots. Whiel he was able to take down the Grimm he fought using his old pistols, it did take a few well placed shots to take them down. Plus, their was no doubt he would be fighting larger numbers of them in combat, meaning he wouldn't have the time make those type of groupings unless key moments came for him to take advantage of.
If anything, he needed weapons that had the stopping power he would need to take them down quickly while giving him the chance to cut loose (no pun intended), when they surrounded him.
He then placed his hands on both pistols and picked them up from their briefcase. He couldn't help but notice that they felt light in his hands, lighter then how the Viper pistol always felt to him. He guessed that they were because they used lighter materials then the guns from his world which would have made the most sense. However, he soon realized it was also because of the boost to his physicality that his Aura gave to him. 'I guess because of Aura, Huntsmen and Huntresses can use weapons that would take either a VERY strong guy or a vehicle to use when in combat.' He thought to himself.
A smile soon crept onto his face as he looked to Ozpin, "I'll take them."
Ozpin then smiled at the young man and said, "I figured you would. So what will you name those weapons?"
Ragna raised an eyebrow at that question, it wasn't something he thought was important. "Name them?"
Qrow then spoke up, "My younger niece whose a total weapons geek would say that a weapon is a part of one's self, like how a Semblance is. Giving a weapon a name means that it has importance to the wielder, not just another tool for them to use. Think of it this way, your sword Beowolf has its name because like you said its been used by your mom's side of the family for who knows how long. It has weight behind it, so its has importance outside of being a regular old heirloom and weapon."
Ragna then looked down at his new pistols. Qrow had a point, naming something meant that it had value to you outside of being an object you possessed. Beowolf got its name because the Valkyrians that made the blade for his ancestor said it would bring her victory when in blade and hack down her enemies when it danced. It had value outside of being a weapon, it was a symbol of self-projection.
HE closed his eyes, thinking of a good name he could give to them. Then he had an idea and opened them.
"I'll call them Twin Fang."
Glynda then raised an eyebrow, "Twin Fang?"
Ragna then lifted the pistols up as he spoke. "Like Ozpin said, these things are designed to kill Grimm at close range where the fighting gets fierce. The weapons a wolf uses when it attacks its prey or defends itself are its claws and teeth. And when they face down their prey, they bear their teeth or as some say "bare their fangs". Plus when you think about it, their large teeth up front almost look similar to fangs. So that's the name I'm giving them."
Qrow smiled at the kid, 'Yep, Ruby would want to be friends with him no doubt.' he thought.
"Very well then," Ozpin said, "Now that has been taken care of, I take it you'll just be relaxing today then?"
Ragna put down the pistols as he picked up the holsters to put on himself as he thought about it. While a part of him wanted to take the time to see more of the city, another was yelling at him to continue looking for Selvaria. He still had no idea where she ends up on Remnant, hell he didn't even know if she was on the same continent as him. Every day he spent meant she could be in danger from the Grimm or from the fire bitch going after her. Not that he had anything to really be concerned with as he knew she could handle herself in a fight (as he knows very well from clashing with Selvaria several times during the war). However, considering Johann's death may still be effecting her, he had no idea if her state of mind was even stable at all.
He just hoped to whatever deity was here on Remnant that she would be alright until he found her.
"Yeah I guess," Ragna said with a neutral expression on his face. "Still though I feel..."
"We understand your concern for General Bles's safety Mr. Blaze." Glynda interrupted, "However, worrying about it may end up effecting your performance in both battles and while on missions. We'll do everything we can to find her in the meantime, but please try to be patient about this. Besides, I'm sure if she was in your shoes, she would understand the situation as well and focus on the here and now. She knows you can take care of yourself and I'm positive you know that she can as well. So have faith in both her and us, do you understand?"
Ragna's head then tilted down as a frown appeared on his face. Ms. Goodwitch was right, if he did go about town and outside trying to find Selvaria then he would be running himself ragged and become exhausted, unable to do much in terms of fighting the Grimm or White Fang. Plus, if Selvaria was in the same situation as him, he knew she would want to continue fighting against her new foes, knowing that he could take care of himself.
"Alright, I guess you have a point." Ragna said defeated.
"Well I hope you'll be able find her eventually Ragna." Amber said while walking up to the young hybrid and putting her hand on his shoulder. "Cheer up, I know you and her will reunite sooner rather then later."
Ragna caught an unusual tone in the young maiden's voice as she said that and put two and two together. "Wait are you leaving Amber?"
The Maiden solemnly nodded "Yes, unfortunately. I have to make my way to a secret safe heaven so that way those individuals that attacked me wouldn't be able to find me again. I want to enjoy seeing more of the city and meeting other people, but my responsibility to protect my powers and make sure they don't fall into the wrong hands. So, I'll have to leave," She then smiled at the hybrid, "but I'll always be grateful for what you've done Ragna."
Ragna then returned his own smile to the young girl. "No problem, I hope you have a safe trip Amber." While it was brief, he did enjoy
"Geez, get a room you two." Qrow said with a smirk on his face at the scene.
Both of their faces soon became flush with color as they heard Qrow say that. They then turned to him at the same time with anger on their faces as they yelled, "NOT FUNNY YOU OLD GEEZER/BASTARD!" They only saw each other as friends at best, they weren't into each other like THAT at all. Granted to Amber, Ragna was a nice guy despite his blunt and at times crude behavior and he was good-looking to boot. Even with that, she didn't have feelings of romance toward him at all considering she didn't see him like that.
Qrow then laughed out load and slapped his knee at both young adults reaction. He did it just to rile them up considering they were rather close from what he saw. All joking aside, he was glad that Amber was able to make a good friend in the outsider. Amber was a kind soul that acted out of kindness whenever someone was in pain or in trouble whenever she had the chance to do so. It was very much apparent on why the powers of the Fall Maiden had chosen her to be its wielder as she was similar to the Maiden from the legend (although Qrow, Glynda, and Ozpin knew better).
Ozpin also chuckled at the sight of the two young adults being flustered. "Well if that's everything, I believe this meeting is adjorned."
Several hours later...
Ragna was walking down one the busier streets in Vale, his new pistols in tow with Beowolf. Seeing the various stores nearby, he checked to see if there were any places that he would want to checkout eventually. During this, he saw one store that caught his eye. It was a simple store with a sign over the door called "Tuskon's Book Trade", with the catchphrase being "Every book under the Sun is here!" Ragna raised an eyebrow at that, 'Huh, maybe I could check that place out some time.' he thought to himself.
He soon kept walking down the street to a more seedier part of town, with there being more graffiti on the nearby buildings. He then saw what appeared to be two men dressed in gray suits with fedoras of the same color on their heads with what looked like briefcases in their hands. He quickly ducked behind a mailbox to hide himself from the men in suits, knowing that if anything these guys were up to something.
He then peaked around the mailbox again and saw that the men were walking toward an alleyway a few yards away. Seeing them walking out of his sight, Ragna moved quickly, but silently over to the entrance of the alleyway. He kept hearing their footsteps as they continued down the path to their unknown destination. He resumed moving, staying out of sight
"Man... why do we have to this again? I know Torchwick is a major player in the underworld but still, why would the boss want to work with him?"
"Man, stop your bitching. Torchwick was really wanting to push this meeting, so that means he has plenty of goods for
He could hear them as he got closer, his enhanced hearing picking up their conversation. He couldn't help but think about the name they said as he kept moving. 'Torchwick? Now where have I heard that name before?' He thought back to when Qrow and Amber took him inside an appliance store to show him some of the tech that people on Remnant could use. He especially took interest at the massive TVs that people used to watch events on the news, sports games, and showing advertisements like he had seen on the movie screen that the soldiers at the fort would go to watch things while off duty. While looking at what was on screen, he remembered that it switched to the news which focused on a robbery of a Dust store in downtown Vale that made a certain thief with some hired help. He couldn't remember who the thief's name was at the time, considering he was so focused on seeing what Remnant had to offer in terms of tech, but with the name being brought up it came back.
'Yeah now I remember. Roman Torchwick, Vale's biggest thief known for both his sarcastic nature and how he deals with those that don't cooperate with his demands.' He then smirked to himself as felt like the two goons he was following were getting closer to where they were going. 'Well then, time to make his joker an actual joke.'
Eventually, they arrived at a large backlot next to an abandoned warehouse. There was only old office buildings and abandoned apartments as the main structures around it, definitely showing to the young soldier that this was an old section of Vale that few people would live in. The warehouse in particular was a little derelict,, with paint coming off the build along with some cobwebs from the roof and connected to the front of the building. There were also plenty of trash cans and dumpsters in the area, with some looking a little beat up and filled with trash.
It was definitely the best place out of the way of prying eyes.
"Okay," the goon on the right then spoke up, "here we are. Where the hell is Torchwick?"
"Ah! There you are gentlemen! I hope you've brought want I wanted!"
Ragna then peaked from behind another dumpster and saw a few more men in suits approach the two he was following with weapons in their hands. In the lead of the new group of suits was a middle-aged man in bright white clothing. He had on a black bowler hat on top of his short orange hair with a bit of a cowlick to the right of his head with one of his eyes being covered by most of his hair. His eyes were bright green, filled with both greed, mischief, and sarcasm being very much clear if one were able to read people's faces. He had on a clean white trench coat with black buttons on the front, with black pants worn from his with black dress shoes on his feet. In his left hand was mainly black cane with some red lines on the curved handle, and at the end of the cane. As he was walking towards the two men he followed, he was smoking a cigar in his mouth with wisps of smoke coming off of it.
'Man that's Torchwick?' Ragna thought to himself, ''he's not that impressive. If anything he seems like the type of smug noble that Matt's family had to deal with.'
Ragna then got a feeling in his mind, a simple burst of a signal that alerted him to his ancestor wanting to speak to him.
"Now young pup," Lupa said with a tone of caution in her tone. "just because he doesn't look intimidating at first doesn't mean he's not skilled in battle. You should not underestimate him unless you want him to humiliate you in a fight."
"Right, sorry about that ancestor. I guess I should remember to take fights seriously considering what I had to deal with in the war."
Roman then took his cigarette out of his mouth and blew out some of the smoke into the air. "Alright my snappily dress friends," he then pointed his cigar at the two Ragna followed with a smirk on his face. "where is the money?"
The goon on the left soon stepped up to the (in)famous thief with his arms crossed. "Look Torchwick, you're getting to be major player on the crime scene more and more nowadays, which is pretty impressive considering how you started pal. However, the boss isn't liking how you're starting to make the other crime syndicates look bad. You already hit several of the places that we were supposed to, and have been getting really ballsy with you kicking out some of our bosses guys here in Vale."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm doing better then you are and your not get the things you want. If it was something really minor, I'd say you're having first-world problems my friend." Roman said as he waved the cigar in front of him. Oh how he loved hearing how his success was bring him more fortune then his competition and them seemingly sulking in their ow failures. In Roman's min, crime was like economics. The more ambitious you are with your schemes, the more money you can potentially profit from if all goes swimmingly. He always thought and looked out for himself, always making sure that if someone was bringing him down or was starting to get ahead of him, he would just need to find someway to make sure he didn't get affected by anything negative while the always unfortunate soul that was making life hard for him gets the boot and time in the slammer.
Of course, as always in life, there were exceptions even to the dapper thief. His good partner Neapolitan, whose Semblance always came in handy when he needed a quick escape. She was loyal to him, which considering how things were in the world right now, was VERY hard to come by. Plus there was Queenie and her kids, his latest business partners had been helping him with getting him this position. Their sources of information had been a stroke of good luck for him, never before had he robbed so many poor suckers in such a short time and got so much money for himself. In return for them giving him all of the information for his heists, he had to try and steal as much Dust as he could from all around the kingdom. He didn't know why they needed so much of the stuff in the first place, but it didn't matter to him. If they were going to continue helping him to continue his steak of heists and not just caught by the boys in blue.
After all, it was a mainly a need to know basis, and he didn't need to know.
"So about that money..."
The goon nearest to him soon sighed and held out the briefcase to Torchwick. "Alright fine, here's the money. You better make sure that the Dust crystals you have are worth it."
Roman soon snapped his figured and one of the men that came with him walked up next to him with a briefcase on his own. The grunt then opened the briefcase and showed the contents to both of the gray wearing men. From what Ragna could see, they were Dust crystals of high quality due to their size and color. 'So are they planning on collecting Dust crystals in order to sell to make a profit?' Ragna thought to himself. 'Seems a little lax in my opinion, but if Torchwick is planning on making alliances or deals with other big names in crime, maybe I could kill multiple birds with one stone.'
"Hmm..." The other gray suited man mused while looking at the crystals. He then took one of the crystals in his hand and pulled out what looked like to be the type of magnifying glass that jewelers use to look at the jewel are evaluating. He brought the crystal closer to his face to take a closer look and continued his evaluation. "Clean cut, deep rich color, overall size... Yep seems to be the real deal." He then put the Dust crystal back in the case and put away his special magnifying glass then turned to his companion. "Everything seems to be in order, the boss will be pleased with this."
Before he could continue, Roman then interrupted him, "Andddddd before you ask, not saying who has been getting me the information to get this babies. Sort of, client confidentiality and all that jazz. But don't worry my friends, if your boss accepts my offer, you'll be getting more Dust crystals then you can count!"
The first thug sighed as he put his left hand to his head. "Fine then, let's just get this thing over and done with. However, just to make sure, let's exchange briefcases at the same time. Just to make sure no of us pull a fast one, and one of us end up stabbing each other in the back." Roman sighed at that, while he would want to take the money first and be ready to book it out of there, he would be in hot water with a big crime organization for quite a while. Having that kind of grudge could end up biting him in the ass more then he would like and could ruin his and Fall's deal which could end up effecting his future plans.
Weighing both sides in his mind for a few seconds, he realized that it maybe better to try and act civil with these people so he could get even more avenues of wealth and notoriety.
"Fine... We'll do it your way pal." Roman then pointed Melodic Cudgel at the first guy with him narrowing his eyes. "You better make sure you hold up your end of the deal or no crystals in the future." He then took the briefcase from his henchman and closed the case, preparing to head it over at the same time as the gray suits would hand over theirs.
Ragna, seeing that this could be his best chance to wreck this little transaction, went to pull out one of his new grenades. This grenade looked very similar to the stick grenades that he used back in Gallia in that it was a stick grenade, but it was only similar in terms of outside appearance to what he used before. Inside the head of the grenade was concentrated fire Dust, it weighed about the same as the ragnite explosives that were inside the original grenade from Gallia but due to the fire Dust it had two to three times the explosive power.
He recalled that Ozpin wanted to give him an extra weapon to use along with his new pistols. In order to try and make more differences between him and the Fang Hunter, Ozpin made grenades that resembled his old ones so as to not give away anything in terms of using similar weapons to the Fang Hunter. He had so far four grenades on him currently, but with his experience he would use them effectively when needed. He pulled out the pin and began to ready his arm as he counted down the seconds.
'5... 4... 3... now!'
He then tossed the grenade into the air as it spun towards Roman and the men in suits a couple of seconds away from detonating. Hearing a 'swooshing' sound coming from above them, they all turned to see something long coming toward them. They didn't know what it was at first, thinking something was falling from above them from the rooftops. Then, one of men in the gray suits, someone who had a little bit of knowledge of weapons from the Great War, realized what was coming toward them.
"GRENADE!"
However, before they could move out of the way of the explosive, a gun shot came out and shot the briefcase filled with Dust crystals out of Roman's hand. A split second later, the grenade blew up in spectacular fashion. Both force of the explosion and the shockwave blasted all eight criminals against either the building wall to their right, against a nearby dumpster, or against trash cans. They were completely disoriented from the blast, leaving the Ragna the chance to rush up and take both briefcases before they could react. Ragna then placed them out of sight of the crooks by tossing the case with the Dust crystals into the warehouse and siding the case with the money under a nearby dumpster.
Ragna then smirked as he turned around and faced the criminals as they soon got up. They saw that their briefcases and their content was gone and saw him in front of the warehouse with his arms crossed and with a large smirk on his face. All seven men in suits drew out their pistols and pointed them at the young man, looks of annoyance on their faces other then their eyes. Roman himself soon dusted off his suit to try and clean it out as he soon put his weapon in front of of him He was also annoyed by this seemingly foolish kid in front of him, but more then annoyed considering that his plan could end up going south.
This would not do, and this kid learn to learn when to not interrupt adults when they were working.
"Alright kiddo," Roman said with his usual devil may case attitude, "didn't your parents tell you not to interrupt grown-ups when they are working? You wouldn't want to get get in serious trouble now would you?"
"Eh," Ragna said while shrugging, "They did, but my dad also told to me to make guys like you miserable. Besides, since you're among the biggest criminals in Vale right now there Matchstick, why wouldn't I try to kick your ass? After all, humiliating like guys like you is pretty much my job at this point."
"Okay first," Roman said with him holding up one finger, "it's Torchwick to you Blue. And second, you should look into getting a different job there. Don't think you could able to get much of anything if you're dead." He then pointed his cane at the boy for the men that were with him. "Get him!"
The men in suits charged at Ragna as he pulled out Twin Fang and pointed both pistols at them as he charged as well. "Bring it dumbasses!"
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The first three thugs drew knives in order to try and stab Ragna to see they could end it right then in there. Ragna smirked even wider as he quickly fired from his new guns at the knives, noticing for a split second that he could barely feel any recoil at all from the guns. He was able to knock out two knives from their wielders and nailed one of the thugs in the cast with an explosive Dust round. The force of the round and the small explosion knocked the man off of his feet and made him fly a foot away as he skid across the ground.
The men behind him tried to punch Ragna with a haymaker but Ragna sped up and nailed him with a strong elbow strike to the gut. The man ended up coughing up his own split as the Valkyrian followed up with a strong upper cut to the chin, sending the men up 5 feet in the air. Ragna quickly sidestepped out of the way from the other man's shot when said crook tried to fire on him with his pistol. Ragna spun the left pistol in his hand and held it by the barrel as he dodged another attack from the third crook which was a jab that was to make contact with his head. Ragna pivoted out of the way and nailed the attacker in the back of the head with a pistol whip, the force of the impact knocking the man down and hitting the ground face first.
The goon that Ragna shot earlier had shakily gotten back up and picked up his knife back in his hand. The other mobsters and Roman took aim with their weapons (with Roman's cane flipping up a cross-hair at the end of the cane, showing it to be a ranged weapon) and began to open fire. Ragna was forced to move around quickly to dodge the incoming bullets as the first goon tried to stab him with his knife. Ragna then began to fire back with Twin Fang as some of them were hit by the incoming bullets. Unlike with the White Fang soldiers he had fought yesterday, these mobsters had Aura on them.
This didn't bother Ragna, he had dealt with tougher foes then local criminals.
Ragna took advantage of the lessening fire and transformed one of his pistols into its knife form as he parried an attack from the knife wielding goon. Ragna couldn't help but scoff internally at how easily he was beating the mobsters as he then cut an incoming bullet coming from Roman's weapon. He can threw a strong side kick which was blocked by the goon, but due to the power behind it, he was sent flying back into a dumpster. Ragna then tossed his knife at Roman and the other mobsters and knocked a pistol out of one of their hands.
The mobsters had enough and some draw out short swords with red blades, looking similar to short katanas. All five charged in a semi-circle at the young man as Ragna drew Beowolf and changed his other pistol into a knife. He parried the first slash with Beowolf as he countered with a stab that the attacker was able to backstep and narrowly avoid getting hit. It did nick the man's hair though, causing him to blink at how close the attack was. Ragna then spun on his left foot (which he extended when he thrust his weapon forward), and hit his opponent in the right side of the head with strong spin kick. Said enemy was sent flying away as Ragna then blocked an incoming attack from his left with the perpetrator bringing down his blade in a downward slash. Ragna then jumped over two more goons and landed behind them before dashing and nailing one of the two with a powerful side kick to his back.
Ragna easily dodged a few incoming slashes from two mobsters and parried away a couple more strikes. He then slashed diagonally upward with Beowolf, his blade hitting the first mobster in the chest as he was knocked upward. Ragna then jumped up and struck the men with his remaining Twin Fang knife with a backhanded slash and brought him down with a forward spinning kick that knocked him back down to the ground. Ragna then quickly changed his knife back to its pistol form and began firing on the remaining mobsters, with a couple of rounds taking down another enemy, and then when he landed, he dashed at the next enemy and slashed horizontally with Beowolf. The man blocked in time, but again the force behind the blow forced him to skid back as Ragna dashed behind him and continued the attack by stabbing his sword at the man with him blocking a couple of attacks until Ragna's last thrust broke the man's defense and sent him flying back.
Now the only one's left standing were him and Torchwick.
However, one of the mobsters had pulled out a grenade out of his pocket and threw it a few seconds after pulling the pin. Ragna wasn't looking at him and turned around at the last second before crossing his arms in front of him. The grenade went off and exploded a few feet away from his head, sending Ragna back a ways until he hit the wall nearby. Thankfully his Aura had absorbed the blow and from what he could tell, it didn't change much.
'Man, my Aura must be really strong if anything.' He thought to himself. Seeing the mobster trying to get his pistol, Ragna quickly fired off a shot and nailed him with a wind bullet, knocking the mobster out.
Torchwick put his hand to his face and sighed heavily. He had hoped that the kid would have been beaten quickly so he could try to find the briefcases and take back the money and the Dust crystals and make of with both considering that his plan was pretty much shot to hell at this point. All he wanted was to get better relations with others in Vale's underworld so that not only can he get some more quick cash, but also help Queenie and the kids get the stuff they need for their "master plan". It was a win-win situation in his eyes that would have given him even more freedom and power to gain even more riches under his belt.
Now, this feark of a kid completely ruined it.
"Alright kiddo," Roman spoke with a hint of anger in his voice. "you're really starting to piss me off. First you ruin one of the biggest get rich schemes I've managed to come up with. Now, I'm going to make sure to leave with more then a few bruises there Blue."
Ragna then put Beowolf on his shoulder as he pointed his other Twin Fang at the thief. "Yeah whatever Wick for Brains. As far as I see it, the only one that needs to learn a lesson here is you pal. Consider this the beginning of a game of uncle."
Roman raised an eyebrow at that. "Uncle?"
Ragna then smirked. "Yeah. I mess up your plans whenever possible, and you continue to try and commit crimes. It's match of wills to see which of us gets sick of the others actions first."
Roman was stunned for a second but returned his own smirk. "Alright then Blue, game on." He then fired a round off from Melodic Cudgel at the young Darcsen. Ragna easily cuts the incoming bullet with Beowolf, much to the surprise of the thief. He had figured that before when the kid cut his previous bullet, that it was nothing more then dumb luck. Not very Huntsmen was able to cut Dust bullets like it was second nature unless they were expert fighters that had done it for years or they had a Semblance that could allow them to no problem. Roman didn't think the kid was either considering he was nothing but a snot-nosed smart aleck.
Ragna, taking advantage of this moment opened fire with Twin Fang which forced Roman to dodge the bullets. The young soldier could tell that despite the criminal's taunting and smartass mouth, he actually had a good level of skill in him. Ragna then dashed at the thief, covering the distance quickly before lashing out with Beowolf. Roman blocked the incoming attack, noticing that the kid had a bit more power then he thought. He then spun his cane around once and swung it with both hands with the curved end heading towards Ragna's head.
The Darcsen leaned back out of the way and throws a jab at the thief which Roman blocked by quickly putting Meldodic Cudgel in front of the punch. Roman then went for a low sweep a second after that which caught Ragna off guard and swept him off his feet. Ragna quickly threw his arms down and rolled out of the way before Roman could capitalize on his advantage. Ragna then changed Twin Fang into its knife form and went back on the offensive, He thrust the toward Roman as the thief jumped back, and quickly fired off a round from his weapon which Ragna quickly dodged as he jumped into the air and brought down Beowolf in a downard slash.
Roman quickly pivoted on his right foot as he throw out a kick to Ragna's face which the young man blocked with his forearm. Roman then followed up with a diagonal downward swing to the right as Ragna jumps back with a backfilp and lands back on the ground. Roman then went on the attack with fast, hard swings and jabbing the straight end of Melodic Cudgel as the young Darcsen as well. Ragna expertly parried or all coming attacks while also countering as he could. The fight was turning into a stalemate, which neither side backing down.
Ragna kept up the stalemate to see if he could exploit any weaknesses in Roman's attacks and find a way to end the fight quickly. Then, a rather amusing idea popped into his head.
'That could work.'
"Ok, now I'm done! Go down already you brat!" Roman was starting to sweat quite a bit at this point. He didn't think this kid would have lasted this long against him at this point. Now he had to end this and get out of here before any cops arrived. He swung Melodic Cudgel as hard as he could when thought that the kid had dropped his guard. However, Ragna planned on that as he quickly grabbed Roman's weapon and then pulled him before the criminal could react. Ragna then grabbed the man and Judo threw him into the warehouse.
While Ragna did put the Dust crystal briefcase in the warehouse, one of the things Roman wanted to get before he got the hell out of dodge. However, Ragna knew his as he put Beowolf away and loads a new magazine of high-explosive, armor piercing Dust rounds. Ragna had an idea on how to end this fight while also having Torchwick lose something at the same time.
He then walked over to the entrance of the warehouse as Roman was getting back up. While Ragna couldn't see it, Roman had a look of massive annoyance on his face. However, it faded when he saw the briefcase in front of him, then his face became one delight. He couldn't believe that the kid had literally given him part of what he wanted and perhaps allowing him to escape. Sure he didn't have the money or get the alliance he wanted, but he could get away with something so it wasn't a total loss.
Dashed up and grabbed the briefcase before turning around and putting it in front of him, seemingly taunting the young man with his failure. "Well Blue, looks like you screwed up. I'll just be taking this with and be on my marry way back home." Roman said with a large amount of smugness. This was great, all he just needed to do was find a way to bring down the old warehouse to cause a massive distraction that would allow him to escape. From what Roman can see, roof had several weak spots that could bring down the whole place that he could shoot at with his weapon.
Oh how this would be such a great escape and-
"You really don't see it yet?"
Wait, the kid was still smirking. Why was he still smirking?
"Uh kid?" Roman said with a tilt of his head, "you DO realize I have the Dust crystals right? I have some of what I need to get out of here with some profit under my belt. So if you can't get it then too bad."
"Oh I understand Wick for Brains." Ragna said with his smirk widening. "In fact I have one last thing to say to you."
Roman raised his eye brow again, just what was this kid planning?
Ragna then quickly pulled up Twin Fang and took aim not at Roman but at the briefcase. "HAVE A NICE FLIGHT DUMBASS!"
Ragna then shot the case as Roman finally put two and two together. He could only widen his eyes in realization at what the kid had planned. He threw him in here on purpose! In fact, he was going to fly out of the place due to Dust being high explosive and dangerous to handle without care!
"SON OF A BITCH!"
The round nailed the briefcase, the armor piercing, high-explosive round pierced the case and nailed one of the crystals, causing it to crack as the energy inside the crystal began to get out of control. Then a split second later, the whole case exploded in a large case blast in the middle of the warehouse. The blast engulfed Roman as it blasted him out of the warehouse and over a low building. The warehouse, the pillars holding up the old structure took heavy damage from the blast and soon gave way. The roof began to collapse on itself and the walls soon began to come apart. Ragna had jumped out of the way of the collapsing warehouse after he made his shot and was pushed a ways by the blast wave. He rolled on the ground but soon came to a stop as the got on his knees and saw the whole warehouse collapse inward.
It may have been excessive, but at least Torchwick was now gone and without anything to show for it.
Ragna then walked over to where he had throw his other Twin Fang was and picked it up. Thankfully, it's blade was still good as he changed it back to its gun form and put it back in his holster. The goons were still knocked out as he heard sirens in the distance. It seems as though someone heard the gunfire and called the police to deal with the disturbance. Seeing how the police would want to know what happened here, Ragna then went other to the dumpster that he put the briefcase with the lien under it and pulled out the case from under it. He then placed it in the center of the unconscious group of goons and then decided to slip into the night.
'I hope Ozpin or Glynda doesn't yell at me for this.'
Roman flew for several more feet before he began to rag-doll on the ground and slammed into a building face first. He then landed on the ground, groaning in pain as he tried to get up. He had to admit, the kid was smart for playing him like that. He must have done his homework on how dangerous Dust crystals were when they were damaged which in turn led them to blow up. With how many sizable crystals there were inside the case, the blast would have been huge.
He soon got back up on his feet and dusted off as much dirt and regular dust as he could from his clothes. 'Dammit,' he thought, 'this suit is dry clean only. Man, I'm SO getting Blue back for this later. No one makes a complete fool of Roman Torchwick without paying and I'm gonna make him broke in more ways then one for messing up everything.' Torchwick had been beaten before by Huntsmen and Huntresses during his previous heists when he unfortunately ran into them by coincidence. He wasn't one for slugging it out to the end as his always would try to find a way out so he couldn't be caught by the feds, so he always ran off when possible so he could escape with his dignity.
However, Blue had really gotten him with a dirty trick. No one should be able to out trick him by using his playbook!
As he walked off a with a slight limp that would go away after some rest, he thought about his current business partners.
'Queenie is not going to be happy about this.'
Meanwhile...
Several hours earlier, Valor village
"So the girl I found earlier is finally awake dear?"
Jacob Silver, a local hunter who already had 11 Grimm to his tally due to him always managing to capture the kill on his scroll prior to their complete disappearance. While he wasn't a Huntsman, he was rather good at fighting Grimm due his natural skill. He had been out that night, looking for new prey to bring home for dinner that night. Then while he had been tracking a bear to kill, he had come across the poor girl unconscious and ragged. He had brought her to his home in Valor for his wife to take of, taking all her weapons with him. He had thought she was a Huntress due to the weapons on her, despite their antiquated looks making them look like something from the Great War along with her uniform. Not only that, but she had no Aura on her that would have healed her or protected her from attacks from Grimm.
However, while he was no doctor, he didn't see any cuts on the girls skin as he brought her to the house. It was quite strange as it looked as though she had claw marks on her from her uniform.
He also noticed as he took her home that there was a lack of Grimm in the area. Usually, he would have shot at a few Grimm as he was coming back, killing them when they got too close. However, none of them appeared, not even from long distance that he could have seen from his scope on his hunting rifle. This would only further prove his idea that the silver-haired girl was a Huntress or a soldier from one of the Kingdoms.
The brown haired, pale skinned man with bright blue eyes had just gotten back from running errands when his wife Lauren had come downstairs to tell him their new guest had woken up.
"That's right," Lauren said after meeting the young girl, "she said her name was Selvaria Bles. A rather beautiful name for someone with those kind of looks." She had to admit, for a young woman, Selvaria would have no problem getting so many admirers if she ever went to any Huntsmen academies. She had a very nice body that would no doubt get the attention of most boys and some, certain girls whenever they looked at her. She definitely seemed as though she would have had a boyfriend at this point, but she seemed rather lonely.
When she did bring it up with the girl, she tilted her head down and was rather sorrowful. She didn't say anything, but Lauren could tell she must have lost her lover before walking up here.
"She did mumble while I was walking out of the forest. I was able to get a few names from her as I walked. Johann, Ragna, Matthew, Alicia, just to name a few. Perhaps they are friends of hers that she has been separated from? I noticed she also was talking a lot about this Johann, perhaps he was important to her?" He couldn't help but wonder where her friends were. They couldn't have abandoned her, that was too heartless and she seems to care about them based on her tone when she said their names. Maybe they were separated by a Grimm attack? If so, why didn't they come back to find her once they dealt with what it was attacking them? Could they not find her?
Lauren closed her eyes as she thought about that. How did Selvaria get separated from her friends and what could have caused her to end up as she did? So many questions surrounding their new guest and so little answers. "Well, we'll have to ask her eventually. Though I'm afraid of the poor thing and what she's going through right now. Not knowing where you are or where your friends are right now must have her worried sick. Anyway, I'm going back up to see if she's doing alright." Lauren then started back up the stairs to see how their guest was doing.
Little did either of them know, that said guest was focused on something else right about now.
"What!? H-how is this possible!?"
Selvaria was able to keep her reaction rather controlled in comparison to when Ragna woke up. She couldn't believe that she was now 17 years old again, looking younger in terms of her face. Her body hadn't changed much at all, perhaps it had less muscle in it but that was it. She couldn't help but wonder how in the Valkyrur's name was this possible. She had remembered being this age when Maximilian had taken her to a massive banquet which celebrated a massive victory they had achieved over the Federation. That was still when she had her foolish feelings of love toward the heartless prince.
She then groaned loudly, 'First I have no idea where I am, and now this?' She just couldn't believe everything that had happened so far to her. Going from wanting to kill herself to now being in a world so different from her own and fighting monsters was too much to take in. Now she's back to being a teenager prior to becoming a young adult? This was too much.
She then heard knocking on the door fro her new room.
"Selvaria? Are you alright in there?"
It was Lauren, no doubt coming to see if she was ready to come down.
"I'm fine Ms. Lauren. Coming out right now."
Selvaria was now wearing a light blue t-shirt that was big enough for her and blue jeans that were her hip size. She would have to look deeper into this problem later as she walked out of the bathroom and opened the door. "Alright, so what is the matter Lauren?"
Ms. Silver waved one her hands dismissively, "It's nothing, just my husband's back and I'd like to introduce you to him."
Selvaria remembered that it was Lauren's husband that had brought her to their home after he had found her in the forest. In that sense, she owed the man for saving her life after she had been driven to unconsciousness after she had arrived in this new world. While she knew that she was perhaps stuck in this new world, she was glad that she had been found by good people and taken in where she had nowhere to go. Maybe she should make the most of it, learn about this new world, and see where she could go from here.
She nodded to Lauren as they both went down the stairs. They walked into the kitchen where Jacob was drinking some water. from a glass, trying to relax since it was the weekend. He then noticed the very same girl he had saved a few days ago walk in with his wife, definitely looking better then when he had first found her. Her eyes were bright red, contrasting with her silver hair, but they had the look of experience in them. It seemed to him that maybe she was in fact a Huntress, which only made him further wonder why she didn't have a Aura on her.
"Hello there." He said to the young lady with a smile on his face. He tried the simple approach by being straight up friendly with the girl, make her feel comfortable and hopefully have her open up. "You must be Selvaria right?" Selvaria raised an eyebrow at that, but she figured that Lauren must have told him her name when he came back.
She nodded in return and spoke up, "Yes, Mr. Silver. I want to thank you for helping me in the forest, considering I was all alone and unconscious."
"Jacob chuckled a little at that. "Please it was nothing, anyone with a good heart would have wanted to help you. Also, just call me Jacob, there's no need to be so formal." He then gestured to a chair at the table, "Please, take a seat." Selvaria obliged and took a seat. She took a quick look around the kitchen, she recognized some things such the sink which was under a window which showed several houses across the street. Next to the sink was what looked to be a strainer which would cause water from wet plates and help them further dry out. A couple of feet to her left was what looked like a refrigerator, albeit one that looked more advanced and bigger then any she had seen back in Eden. There was an oven right across from her that also looked more advanced then any she had seen, with small buttons and nobs that would turn on the oven or set the temperature inside the oven or on the stove.
"Something catch your eye Selvaria?" Lauren said with curious tone.
"Oh sorry Lauren," Selvaria said quickly with a slight smile. "It;s just some of the appliances here i your house seem so... advanced then to what I;m used to." It was true, while the Empire had claimed to be the most advanced nation in the world (men like Berthold Gregor had always believed this until he had been captured and tossed to an Gallian prison which had humiliated him to the greatest extent), which was true in some cases due to them developing such things as computers and the Artificial Valkyria which as lead to the development of some type of new armor for Imperial units that she had begun hearing about prior to her defection from the Empire.
"Oh?" Jacob said with a raised eyebrow and with a little bit of surprise. "Do you not have any of this where your from? This is standard stuff here on Remnant."
Selvaria had heard of the name of the new world she was now in from Lauren after she had woken up. It was somewhat poetic considering what Lauren had told her. During the time after she had woken up, the middle-aged women had told her about the Kingdoms and the Grimm which were the reason why Humanity was at the stage it was at. She was concerned that such horrible creatures existed that would prey on humans and outright kill them when the chance came. These monsters were nothing more then a plague on this world, something that needed to be destroyed as her military mind came into action.
On a deeper level though, the Grimm had reminded her of him. On a subconscious level, she wanted to kill them much like she should have against that monster on that day.
Lauren had gotten her out of her mental stage when she saw Selvaria clenched her hands to the point were they come have drawn blood and a look of fearsome anger on her face. No words came from her mouth, but her lips had constantly said, "kill, kill, make them all pay..." She was grateful that Lauren had gotten her to relax before she would have gone too far and did something out her control.
"Yes," Selvaria said in a neutral tone, "my village is rather out of the way and is rather out of touch with the world." She knew that she couldn't tell them she was from a different world. They would probably think she was completely crazy or still having mental problems with everything she's gone through. It made sense, if one said simply that they were from another world, they would question if they were mentally stable at all. Not only that, perhaps it could end up getting them arrested by the local authorities and taken in for questioning.
If anything, Selvaria didn't want to end up in such a situation as she just wanted to live in peace for right now until she could find out a new path for herself in this world.
"I see," Jacob said with a hint of skepticism in his tone. He didn't want to push Selvaria too far as he had a heart and didn't want the poor thing to go through another bad experience. "Well, do you have any family? Do you think you can contact them or your friends and let them know your alright?"
Selvaria looked disheartened after that. "I don't know where my real family is, I taken by an... orphanage when I was little." The pause in the Valkyrian's voice caught both adults attention but they stay quiet for right now. "I was there for several years until I was taken in by someone whom I was glad that I was finally be with someone that cared about me." She then lowered her head to where her hair covered her eyes as she clenched her hands. "I didn't realize until later that the person that took me in was just using me for his own gain."
That caught the Silvers off guard. They didn't think she was abused or used for selfish reasons. She was rather ragged when they saw her, but that was from the Grimm. Lauren didn't see any marks that she been abused on when she helped heal the girl like bruises her body. She did seem a bit distant when they spoke so maybe she was remembering those awful times that she had with this person? Then there was the whole matter of the names she mentioned while she was unconscious, just what did they mean?
"What happened?" Lauern said with concern evident in her voice.
"He used me for own selfish desires." Selvaria said. She then saw them being shocked at what she was saying so she choice to ease up their thoughts. "Don't worry, it wasn't for something like he forced himself on me or did any physical abuse." She then turned serious again. "He did make me do many bad things to people that didn't deserve it all for him to get power for himself. While I did leave him due to the help of certain people, he ended up hurting me in another way. One that will effect me for years to come until I can finally move on from it."
Jacob then leaned in from his seat a little bit. "What was it?"
Selvaria then looked away as she didn't want to bring up those memories. "I don't wish to talk about it. It's far too painful for me to remember."
Lauren then put her hand on Selvaria's shoulder as she had a face of understanding on her face. "We understand Selvaria, whatever you've gone through must have been traumatic for someone of your age. But what about your friends? Since you have those weapons of yours, don't you have a team with you or someone that you consider family?"
Selvaria couldn't answer that right away as when they mentioned someone that cared for her since they brought up the love she lost. However, she couldn't help but think back to someone else she cared for. Someone that finally got her to leave that heartless prince and the Empire with all of her men. Someone who she hated at first greatly because she like many had seen him as a false Valkyur and someone to get rid of by means necessary. Someone that finally saw what had experienced and wanted to give her another chance.
Someone she thought of as a brother, and someone that she could trust since they became Valkyrian siblings.
A smile soon crept on her face, one of happiness and find memories.
"I... I have a brother."
Omake: Thoughts of a Faunus
It was a normal day in her opinion.
People were going by their day to day lives, both humans and Faunus walking the streets. Seemingly looking as though things were fairly normal in Vale as they always have been. Seeing both groups walk the streets together without a care in world seemed to give the impression to an outsider that things with both sides were rather lax.
Of course, she knew better.
The actions of the White Fang as of late had gone too far in her mind. Adam's desire to see humanity suffer the same way the Faunus did wasn't right in her mind. What the Faunus had suffered was an injustice of the greatest degree, something that is wrong in all aspects. From slavery of old to the harsh labor faced by Faunus by groups such the Schnee Dust Company in order to help add to their pockets, the Faunus has suffered for countless years by humanity seeing them more as animals due to their traits then equals to humans. Then there was those that would freely beat up Faunus for no reason then to just being a way to take their anger of the world or misfortune on her people. There were places that would never allow Faunus into their businesses for work, or in such places as stores and restaurants to get food they wanted for their families in the former and to enjoy themselves with others with the latter.
However, Adam's idea of making the humans the slaves and having them suffer much like the Faunus had for years? It was nothing more then reverse racism. It was the Fang making the humans the animals that have been scorned in public life, making them the laborers in order to mine Dust and other metals for profit. It would make them suffer the same cave ins and accidents that the Faunus would be the ones laughing at when they hear about it. They would be the ones to attacked without reason, to make them suffer beatings that would leave them in the hospital or even dead if the attackers went that far, to rape the females and break the males.
She had enough of his beliefs and how the Fang was becoming nothing like what she saw them as before. This was why she left them.
"... Fang causalities are 20 dead and almost every other one was wounded except for 3 others. The one White Fang member that had been left alone by the new vigilante known as the Fang Hunter in an earlier interivew told us that he as no doubt that his former commanding officer that night is now dead."
Wait, someone almost wiped out a unit of White Fang soldiers by themselves?
She turned to the TV placed in front of the Coffee shop she was at as she paid attention to the news. It was Lisa Lavender, the most well known news reporter in Vale. She was one of the few people that reported the news as it was, which was good in her books since she reported on how Faunus working conditions were, allowing for some of the more abusive businesses in Vale to shut down until they improved their act. She was one of the few in the world that believed in speeding the truth through the media, which was hard to do considering some groups wanted to shut down the truth and speak their own lies.
"We also had gotten a letter deilvered to our office building earlier this morning, written to us by the new Anti-Fang vigilante." She then pulled out a letter and unfolded it so she could read it. "For those wondering, we have edited the letter as to cut outthe profanity it has written inside it. It says the following...
To those that hear this message on the air, know this.
I do not hold any negative feelings toward the Faunus. I believe they have suffered far too much by human greed, their completely idiotic belief in their so called "superiority", and an unwillingness to think of the Faunus as animals due to their traits. To those that think that, YOU are the reason that the White Fang as turned to terrorism. You are complete d*****s for seeing the Faunus as nothing more then beasts of labor to exploit, much like normal animals are. You abuse them, insult them, beat them, everything humanly wrong just to help get some more in your f*****g profits.
The worst among you being the absolute M***********G, GREEDY AS HELL B*****D that is Jacques Schnee. YOU the one that deserves to have their company destroyed for everything you've done. You are the main reason the Fang as even gone down this direction of murder and terror. As far as I care, you're no worse the Fang and if you so much as try to discredit me or even go against me and those that would see your use of Faunus labor be shut down...
I'LL PERSONALLY GO UP TO ATLAS AND BREAK EVERY SINGLE F*****G BONE IN YOUR BODY.
I fight fight for humans that want to help the Faunus and will stand by them through thick and thin and the Faunus that want to take down the current leadership of the White Fang. I want the those Faunus to stand up and fight against those that delude themselves into think that they are giving the Faunus freedom by killing humans. They nothing more than delusional Grimm that deserve to be hunted down and excused for their crimes against humanity. This goes double for the person leading the White Fang and the DAMN B******D that leads the Vale Branch of these terrorists.
To the latter in particular, I'll enjoy making you suffer a fate worse then death for what you've done.
To the Faunus that will defect from the White Fang and those that fight against their misguided cause, I will standby your side until they are brought down or changed for the better. I will fight and bleed to help you stand against racists from both sides, to help you finally turn things around for you. I will see to it that those who use the excuse of committing violence in the name of the Faunus that they pay for doing so.
And I will give those that leave, the chance to atone for their mistakes by doing the right thing and stopping those Grimm that want humanity and the Faunus that side with them.
Now as I had put in the letter I left for the leader of the Vale Branch of the White Fang. To the White Fang at large, CONSIDER THIS MY DECLARATION OF WAR!
-Signed, the Fang Hunter
Lisa then put the letter down and continued to speak, "Well, it certainly seems that this new vigilante isn't afraid to stand up against those the White Fang. In other news..."
A declaration of war? Calling Adam and like-minded Faunus delusional Grimm? Threatening Jacques Schnee with violence?
She had ever seen such a blunt statement from anyone that wasn't a radical himself.
On one hand, she felt irritated that this Fang Hunter called the White Fang delusional Grimm. It was wrong since they were also thinking, feeling individuals that were misguided by the hate that humans had given them. However, she did see that he only meant it to the ones that backed Adam's beliefs. He knew that not all Faunus were for the White Fang and their actions in recent years and knew the difference unlike some people. He definitely seemed like a rather suicidal individual, considering that he's planning on fighting a massive terrorist organization that would no doubt want to kill him for even thinking about standing up to them. However, something told her that unlike all those racists that have claimed that they could be able to defeat "that pack of crazy animals" without even trying, this Fang Hunter seemed to be different. While it was short, she seemed to see that it meant what it said with all of its messages.
It seemed that things in Remnant would be changing in many big ways from now on.
'The Fang Hunter... I wonder,' Blake Belladonna thought to herself, 'just who are you under the mask?'
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY~!
Man, it's so good to finally get a chapter out for this story in what seems like forever!
Anyway, just a head's up, the next chapter will be the final one before we get to Vol 1 of RWBY. I do think I'm taking too long to get their and I seemed to have must bases covered up to this point. Don't worry though, I'll be making omakes about events between Ragna and Selv showing up to Remnant to the first episode of RWBY, so hopefully that will work.
Anyway, Roman gets his first big loss and gets sent out of here by cartoon logic!
Yeah considering how he's now reduced to being a cartoon since he died in the actual show in Vol 3, I figured that sending him off like a cartoon for Ragna's first battle with him would be a good nod to him in RWBY Chibi. Anyway, expect Ragna to call him names much like how Torchie always does to the heroes. Only fair right? Anyway, I hope you like the fight that I did, but don't worry I'll be updating it just in case in the future if I feel as though I need to make it longer.
As for Selvaria, she is now with the OC family that I created in order for her to adapt to Remnant while Ragna is going to Beacon. She'll be with these people for right now and be spending time around Valor village until they get reunited at the end of Vol 1. Also, expect a new OC made by my good friend Jonnieboy11 in a few chapters. As for Blake in the omake, since there's a new
Yep, the Azure Wolf is going to have a good friend showing up early in his misadventures in Beacon.
Anyway, hope you've also been able to read the Gallian Weapon list that I've made switch is a tie in to both this story and the next parts of Ragna's journey. I've had to do a lot in making stats and history for the weapons and vehicles in order to make them seem more authentic.
Anyway, the next chapter will be on the way earlier then this was. Here's the preview for the next chapter.
Next time on RWBY: Remnant of Flames
Wait, did you just say two-toned?
He's here, the bastard from before is here in Vale
So why am I here again Ozpin?
Kid, I'm gonna ask you to get out before you get hurt.
Okay ladies, let's dance!
My name is Joey and this is Megan! Nice to meet you Miss Selvaria!
Damn, who the hell trashed Junior's place?
Come back soon sis or I'll have all of the cookies!
Chapter 8: Raising the Roof, Rocking the House
That's it for today. Later! And Happy New Year!
PS: Since Valkyria Chronicles 4 is a thing now, what would happen if the Federation's Squad E met Squad 7 during EW2? Also, do you think the new enemy Valkyria, Crymaria knows Selvaria personally? Considering that Selvaria may not have been the only Valkyria at the Orphange she was tested on, could they have met each other?
