Hello and welcome everyone once again to Blood to Hunters Borne to Beginnings, and I hope you are relaxed while reading this. No real reason behind it rather then I want my readers to be comfortable while reading my work, that's about it. There's not much to say besides me still being stuck on how to put Valtr in here the right way. I want out jolly vermin-crushing friend to be true to his nature and not butchered even in the slightest. So if you'll bear with me a bit longer, I promise I'll deliver, maybe even now. So let's not run this on any longer shall we? Let me introduce an NPC that I hold a special connection too.
In Yharnam's underground runs a wide and long expanse of ruins. Frighteningly old, it is believed to have been made by something not human, perhaps a grave, even maybe a resting place. Moreover, it is said that this ruins changes its form depending on its passersby.
"I'm telling you Ruby that there is a strange and unusual weapon when it comes to Hunters that use them."
Shining through the glass window was the dazzling sunlight that could possibly blind a passerby if he/she was unfortunate enough to gaze upon its glory. Below the windows was a rather large group of eight students sitting across from one another, enjoying their lunch as any student would on a Monday, during school, at lunch. Two girls however were not enjoying said lunch meal unlike the other six who sat there quietly eating their food while listening to the rambles of the two.
"And I'm telling you Weiss, that there is no such thing as an unusual weapon. Everyone has their own creative aspect into creating such a weapon that fits their personality, and that weapon completes them in a sense. So if you're calling their weapon weird, you're also calling them weird." Ruby's cheeks were puffed like that of a squirrel as she ended her statement proving a point to the heiress that sat next to her.
Weiss placed her hand onto her head. "If a person has the thought process of creating such a strange weapon in the first place, then I don't doubt that the person who created such a thing is not strange themselves."
"Ohhhhhh" Next to her, Yang Xiao Long added in her own sounds in an attempt to further the conflict that was going on.
"Yang, I don't need your help in this situation." Weiss commented.
"Come on Sis, why're you helping Weiss out? You're my sister here!" Ruby quickly followed up with.
Yang leaned back with her hands up in defense. "Now now ladies, no reason to turn your hostility onto me here."
"This seems like just nit picking to be honest you two. Lets just go back to eating lunch shall we?" Jaune opened up with his opinion to the two arguers.
The two quickly snapped their looks to him, causing him to sweat drop and return to being silent while eating his meal. The two then looked back at each other.
"Tell me then Weiss, how can a weapon be strange?"
The heiress leaned back and acted like she was stretching for a triathlon, "First example, please explain to me on how a skateboard has any functionality against something like your Cresent Rose? It simply doesn't have the range to compensate for it, and the best thing it could be used for in that form is skating around? How is that going to help you when you're surrounded by Ursa's?"
The group was silent after the white Queen's remark.
Ruby then lifted her hand as if to be called upon, earning a look from Weiss. She kept her hand up waiting for Weiss to acknowledge her. After a simple hand to face application she spoke.
"What is it Ruby?"
"Ok, ok, so a skateboard is not the most practical weapon, but it is still a really cool one. I mean, since it's like that you can use it when out of combat. There's always more than one use when it comes to weapons Weiss; look at Yang, her's is part of her fashion choice"
The two teams glanced over to the blonde brawler. She quickly dropped the spoon of mashed taters and struck a pose. Arms flexed upwards with her fists to the side. Pulling off what seemed to be an exact replication of the Artemision Bronze, soon followed by a pose of David. A few of the students around them began clapping. Yang dropped her pose and began bowing to the watchers.
Ruby and Weiss turned to face one another. "See what I mean? There's always more than one use when it comes to weapons."
Weiss sighed. "That's Yang's case Ruby, but what about ours? Cresent Rose is either a massive scythe, or a high caliber sniper. Personally that doesn't count as part of your fashion. So what other uses does it have?"
Ruby opened her mouth, but then quickly shut it.
"You used to use when you couldn't reach something really high up."
She snapped her finger in Yang's direction. "See, other uses."
The Queen let out another sigh. "I don't think you're fully understanding what I'm trying to explain here."
"That's because you're not being specific enough Weiss." Blake spoke up.
"Fine. Let me break this down for you. I have Myrtenaster, which is a combination of a revolving chamber and a rapier. Purely for destroying my enemies in elegance. Yang has Ember and Celica, a combination of gauntlets and shotguns allowing for close range obliteration."
Yang quietly made a small sound "Boom" while spreading her hands, then arms apart to simulate an explosion, moving Weiss's point further. "And then Blake has her Gambol Shroud. A mix of a Katana, cleaver, pistol, and lastly a…what do you call it Blake?"
"A kusarigama."
"Yes, that. My point is Ruby is that our team, Jaune's team, we have applicable weapons that we can use at any situation. You can't tell me that something like a wheel, and only a wheel has some sort of application in battle. It's simply to slow for it to be of any use."
Out of nowhere, a student burst through the lunchroom doors, sweating profusely.
"There's about to be a fight between a new student and !"
The eight at the table quickly spun their heads around at the incoming news.
"Who is that guy?" Jaune asked to Ren
"He's said to be the one who know's all the truths and also just seems to be at almost any fight that happens here." he responded while taking a sip from his glass
"That seems oddly specific don't you think?" Weiss responded to the newly gained information
The two teams sat quietly while the thought it over.
"It does seem strange though." Pyrrha spoke up. "I mean, there is someone for relationships, what meal for the day of the week, and even someone for the 'underground' stuff from what I hear that is."
Jaune besides her nodded in agreement. Weiss started to look around at the occupants of the table.
"Besides the random individuals that carry certain information, who might be the imbecile that challenged ?"
Another person ran into the mess hall and slammed into the most recent intruder.
"There's another man that showed up, and he looks just as weird as the new kid! They got all kinds of strange equipment on them." Just as fast as the person entered the hall, he exited it dragging the now unconscious person behind him.
The two teams now had a surprised looks on their faces all except Weiss.
"I swear, you can't tell me that this imbecile carries around a massive piece of furniture or something like a wheel."
Just as she said that, a figure burst into the mess hall, breaking a table on impact. Behind them, a large wooden wheel rolled into the room slowly. The occupants all had their eyes glued on the figure as they climbed their way out of the broken rubble that was the table. They didn't stumble even the slightest as they stood on their feet. The wheel rolled into the individual's hand and up onto their shoulder as they rested it upon it. One thing that stood out of the figure, was not the massive wheel that was their, nor was it the strange white robes that rested upon the body of them, but rather the strange article of clothing that rested upon their head. Rather it was almost as if it was their head. A golden pyramid that stood tall, but still had a sense of equilibrium since it was clearly shown that the figure had no trouble holding their head up. The pyramid turned it's head towards the direction of the team, and seemed to be glaring at them with a deathly stare, but was dismissed as it turned back around. They quickly started to run back through the open mess hall doors and back outside, leaving those inside the mess hall gaping wide and their eyes almost bursting out of their head.
Those at the table quickly turned towards Weiss, their opened mouths clearly motioned towards the mysterious figure that quickly appeared and then exited.
The image that surprised them the most, was what they were seeing in front of them. Weiss had her mouth open and was leaning up against the wall, almost blanked out, muttering something under her breath; "wheel, wheel, wheel."
This cause a suspicion of the onlookers, but was quickly fixed as Yang grabbed her teammates shoulders and shook violently, making her hair fly in all directions. Weiss's once blank look was replaced with a mad look, but also her hair covering her face.
"You looked a little out of it Weiss, what might be the problem?" Ruby spoke out.
"Now is not the time, we need to go observe this battle for… research purposes. I still need to prove to you that not all weapons should be weapons." Weiss stood up and fixed her hair, pushing it back to the seemed to be a worried look rested upon her face, but was almost hidden quickly started to walk towards the mess hall doors, leaving the rest of her table occupants behind. Their faces now showing only confusion as the watched their friend and teammate walk out of the hall.
"Now's not the time to be questioning it, we can get answers later. We need to research as well!" Ruby hopped onto her feet and quickly dashed after Weiss.
The remaining occupants simply shrugged their shoulders as they began to follow suit.
Past readings surfaced into her mind as she set her eyes upon the mysterious figure. Readings of the strange headpiece and the article of clothing that the adorned. Such readings hidden within a book that was hidden itself at the back of her father's library. A collection almost, each one covered in dust clearly expressing its age or at least the time it was left untouched.
"The odd helmet worn by the band of Executioners commanded by the martyr Logarius. The conical gold helmet, symbol of the executioners, represents luminosity, ambition, and an unflagging resolve to face impurity, staring it down with stern golden spirit.
Weiss held her head as the words surfaced over and over again, not painting a single picture besides of herself sitting in the library alone at the witching hour. She paused at her last thought; it left not only a sour taste in her mouth, but also set her memory into a faze.
The white, thick clothing that they had on them was just as strange as the head piece. The chest seemed heavy with studs on the biceps and multiple large ropes that seemed over stylized.
"Attire worn by the band of executioners commanded by the martyr Logarius. Later became the basis for all Church attire, with its heavy draping of Holy Shawl."
And once again, a line crossed her mind.
As the great Logarius once said, "Acts of goodness are not always wise, and acts of evil are not always foolish, but regardless, we shall always strive to be good."
That line always ended with each of the descriptions of the clothing that the very figure in front of her was wearing.
The figure that she was staring at stood across from . Her riding crop was out, and a very agitated look rested on her face.
"I'd suggest you stop now Mr. Queen, your actions are very unbefitting of a Hunter."
Queen? Where had she heard that name from.
Weiss's thoughts were cut short as the figure dashed towards Goodwitch, simply gliding across the ground with grace even though the clothing and weapon would be expected to at least hinder such movement. It was almost as if he was skating on ice, stopping momentarily only to dash forward once again.
Goodwitch raised her riding crop and a stone floated from behind her, the displeased look still on her face. With a flick of the wrist, the stone was sent flying forward at an incredible speed. Both the figure and stone almost collided, but was quickly shown there was not a connection as time seemed to slow down only to demonstrate the swift movement of them dashing underneath the stone and even closer to Goodwitch, who seemed surprised by the appearance of the figure from behind the stone.
Everything sped up once again as they began to bring up their wheel, but Goodwitch quickly stepped backwards allowing for the wheel to slam onto the ground in front of her, creating large splits in the ground, spreading back in all directions, tossing up small rocks around them.
Before either one could take a step forward, a gunshot wrung in the air. All heads turned to where the sound and originated and the trail of smoke that trailed into the air.
Ruby and the rest following her finally made their way to Weiss, only to have their attentions diverted to the loud gunshot that rang across the courtyard. In their sights, was a singular man, but standing upright, a gun pointed to the sky, was a very unusual man.
A worn steel bucket rested upon the figures shoulders and on the bucket was a single small hole that allowed for sight.
His stature was quite something as he stood above all the students in the area, and even if there were any adults, the too would seem to stand lower than him.
His clothing consisted of a old century navy blue coat, with golden colored buttons going down past his waist, and a belt holding it closed with a strange emblem for a belt buckle. On the belt sat a very small lantern, one that must be powered by dust, and seems quite useful since it seems small enough to stay out of the way. It seemed strangely old though. Around his collar was a golden colored chain that matched the buttons held a navy blue cape on his back.
His gloves appeared pure white, giving off the feel of royalty, still pushed aside from the sight of the bucket helm.
Lastly were the pants, or moreover navy blue trousers with slick, black shoes.
All and all, the gentleman looked refined, and dignified all except the bucket that rested on his head. A strange look that both the other figure and him shared.
He stepped forward into the area that and Goodwitch were 'fighting' in, and extended his hand out to the professor. The reaction of Goodwitch was something a mix of confusement, and unter instability.
"Hello there Professor Goodwitch, I believe this is a first for the two of us. I must say, Ozpin says many great things about you, and I can see that you're quite efficient in the arcane ways. Not my forte, but it still is something to fight the beasts."
His hand still extended to the woman.
Her once confused face almost immediately fixed itself after hearing Ozpin's name, and quickly returned to her usual demeanor. She took a hold of the man's hand and returned the handshake.
They dropped one another's hand and he immediately stood up straight with his arms to his side.
"I've come here in terms to speak to Ozpin about a possible new student." The man tapped his helmet with his left hand index finger as he finished the sentence. Goodwitch still confused as to who this man was and exactly why he seemed to be on such good terms with Ozpin.
Goodwitch quickly fixed her glare and pulled out her scroll.
"Who might you be then? A close friend of Ozpin's or a professor from one of the other academies?"
A slight chuckle came from underneath the metal tin.
"A teacher in the slightest. A mentor at most, one of Ozpin's at a point in his life. I'm more of a leader than anything."
She glanced at him up from her scroll, the sight of curiosity appeared once more. Not only herself, but she could also hear the murmurs of the students around them. All of them ranging from the simple questions to the most outrageous.
'Ozpin's teacher? That must mean that he's at least ten times older than Ozpin'
'Obviously a teacher is stronger than the student, then that must mean that he is stronger than Ozpin.'
Then the most outrageous of them.
'I want to see what's underneath the bucket/pyramid.'
All of these murmurs floated around the trio, but the two in front of her acted as if them heard nothing, or the were simply used to it. A ding came from her scroll and she stopped glancing around at her surroundings to notice a short message from Ozpin.
'Please escort our visitors to my office, immediately.'
This was strange from Goodwitch's point of view. There was never an 'immediately' but rather a simple 'please' or 'when available' but never such an order as this one.
She quickly responded with a simple 'understood' and tucked away the scroll.
"I believe you never introduced yourself Mr…"
The man with the bucket in front of her raised his hand a clapped his hand three times and began to walk towards the building without a word, the supposed 'student' following.
"There will be time for introductions later Goodwitch, I suggest we move towards the place of meeting."
She stood there silent, and slightly agitated from the man's lack of manners.
"Students!" All surrounding individual's quickly stopped muttering amongst themselves and glanced towards Goodwitch.
"Lunch period is almost over, I suggest you get ready for class."
The glanced at one another and made a dash back into the building, leaving her outside alone to ponder. She stood there for a few more seconds before making a move back into the building, following the large masses.
"This is quite the 'office' you have made for yourself Ozpin. Many gears of many kinds, you always did enjoy these things." The bucket headed man ran his hand along the wall. The pyramid headed 'student' stood still as he slightly turned his head every so often to glance around the room at the intricate machinery that happened behind a clear wall.
"I wasn't expecting you to show up Valtr, Master of the League."
Goodwitch's eyes almost seemed to pop out of her head. This was the so called 'Master of the League'. There has been little writings about him, and even then they seemed to be that of a myth.
"No one ever does Ozpin." Valtr walked over to the very large window that stood behind Ozpin's desk. A view overlooking the school grounds and the ever expanding forest. "But still, a school of all things Ozpin, and one that trains Hunters at that."
Behind Valtr was Ozpin sipping on a white mug, where a brown steaming liquid resided.
"You were always different though. Always teaching your fellow Hunters instead of Hunting yourself like you did in the beginning."
Goodwitch listening the entire time. More information to Ozpin's almost hidden past drew her in ever more.
"The beginning of one's career is not always one's path Valtr. I was young and sought thrill in my life, but as time went on, I began to see what I can do for not myself, but the populus."
A small laugh came from Valtr as he stepped away from the window and back in front of Ozpin's desk.
"A shame though my friend, I expected you to continue your Vermin crushing alongside your fellow Hunters."
The four stood silent in the room, only the sound of gears moving wrung though the room.
Ozpin set the mug down.
"Who might this young man be right here. He made quite some trouble earlier for Glynda, and it's not like you to have someone follow you, it's mostly the other way around." Ozpin questioned.
Goodwitch coughed into her hand. "He was of little trouble Ozpin, more like that of a disturbance. His outburst began when I asked him to remove his headpiece and weapon as carrying them is forbidden, and such a large weapon stands out as well."
Ozpin waved off Goodwitch, and she threw a glance towards him and began tapping on her scroll once more.
"What might he be doing here Valtr? As I mentioned before, you don't have students, but only followers. Ozpin questioned.
"That is much different from what I told Professor Goodwitch over there. As you hopefully remember, the chalice dungeons were a place where only the most formidable Hunters traversed."
Ozpin nodded as he leaned forward.
"I have noted that such dungeons have appeared unnaturally here, and I have brought along with me someone that has traveled such places and left unscathed. One of the remaining executioners, I present you Queen Killer."
The helmeted 'student' stepped forward and let his wheel standing in front of him. The absence of eyes eluted to complete mystery, but to Ozpin, there seemed to be all seeing eyes who only looked for the vilest of blood, most literally.
Ozpin stood up and walked around his desk and stood with his cane in hand.
"Well, before we go sending my guest into those dungeons of old, I believe and proper introduction is required if this boy is to supposedly going to pose as a student of mine for the time being, and not one of your short convoluted descriptions; that belongs to me now." A smile could be seen on Ozpin's face, and it was almost felt the same for Valtr, The Master of the League.
Would you look at that. So much time without another chapter and this is what you're left with? I wanted to write more for your wonderful people, but my fingers are sorta fu**ed up, and so I decided to leave you with the first part of this. Before any of you think of saying anything, yes, Queen Killer is the most bipolar summon I've ever met, but he is one of the best ones I have ever connected with, and Valtr being my favorite one when it comes to speaking NPC's. Leave a comment, favorite, or possibly even a follow if you enjoyed. Hope to see you next time.