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Chapter 9: Interest is Piqued
The docks of vale were lovely this time of year. At least, that is what Scythe thought. Docks and other ocean related areas have always been where he goes to think. The salty sea breeze usually brought a unique calm to his mind, a calm he rarely felt since that night. Unfortunately, it would also bring an unusual clarity to his memories. Not good in most cases.
Currently, he was just staring out to sea, with a pungent blood cocktail. In the distance he could see some large ships floating toward Vale. Despite being in Vale for quite a few months, Scythe still marveled at how different everything was. The whole concept of aura fascinated him to no end. People just wearing their souls like a jacket, just waiting for them to be taken. NOPE. There's that old insanity again. How he didn't go full mindless hollow was still a mystery to Scythe. Perhaps, some things will never be known.
"Lovely day, isn't it?"
Scythe looked at the newcomer. Surprisingly, it was Reaper. The only difference between now and the night before being that his head was not hooded. Looking at his face closer, Scythe noticed that his skull was full of cracks and moved like skin. Strange, but not the strangest.
"Indeed it is." Scythe answered. "Reaper, why are you here? Don't you have souls to harvest?"
"Well, some people I know are arriving in Vale today. And no, I don't harvest souls. Why are you here?"
"Wishing for death, experiencing some peace, watching the waves. I don't know take your pick."
"I choose option d. You are waiting."
"Waiting? For what would I be waiting for?"
"I don't know, a new kingdom? Look, I may be one of the Keepers, but that does not mean I know everything. And sorry to say, I can't kill you. You are and are not under my jurisdiction."
"What do you mean?" Scythe took a drink of the cocktail.
"Well, you are not. I am not the one who gave you the dark sign. That was Energon. Most people wouldn't think that the Keeper of Energy would give life. However, you are also a Reaper's Warrior. The only one to go undefeated until last night, I might add."
"Blind rage will do that to you. You know, I never wanted to be a Reaper's Warrior."
"Yep, you are the only unwilling warrior...and the reason that I no longer make my warriors forfeit their right to die."
Scythe glared at Reaper, who shrugged apologetically.
"I didn't ask to be immortal."
"You also didn't ask to be a teacher. I think you enjoy your life, despite claiming otherwise. I do have one question, why her?"
Scythe looked out to sea and started stroking his chin, like a beard. He was deep in thought.
"I could ask you the same thing." Scythe answered.
"Genetics." Reaper responded.
"Okay then. A little more complicated for me. I would say her weapon, but…"
"That is not all is it?"
"No, I trained her for a few months, and she fights like a Hollow. Not the undead, my family name mind you. That is not possible though. I never trained anyone. I would have trained my son, but my kingdom fell."
"That is still not all. You have grown to care for your students, have you not?"
"Uhh...yes. I have grown to care for them. This world is not kind, and they are learning how to combat against it. Reminds me of my times in Lothric. The main difference being that they are almost always cooperating with each other."
"Didn't you cooperate with people in Yharnam?"
"I don't want to talk ABOUT THAT ACCURSED CITY!"
"Hey professor! What city?"
The sudden and familiar voice of Ruby startled Scythe. He dropped his blood cocktail. He looked at the spilled drink in disappointment for a moment.
"Darn, I was drinking that." Scythe looked up and saw that Reaper had left. Looking to his left, he saw team RWBY. A brief awkward silence ensued.
"Hi" Scythe greeted. "What are you girls doing here?"
"Weiss wanted to scope out the competition for the Vytal festival." Yang answered. "What are you doing here?"
"I am getting a breath of sea air. And to answer your earlier question, why would I talk about a city that I don't want to talk about?" Scythe responded. "Also, you owe me a new pungent blood cocktail."
The look of disgust on Weiss' face was priceless. Scythe picked up the, now empty, bottle and turned back to the sea. The boats had pulled in and the gangplank had just been lowered. A commotion drew Scythes attention away from the plank. A monkey faunus was currently sitting on a lamppost with a banana. The police were trying to apprehend him. He threw the peel onto one of the cops and started running. He ran past the group. Scythe saw the whole situation as rather humorous.
After he was gone Weiss and Blake started arguing. Scythe was about to step in when the strangest group of individuals disembarked from the ship. The four were most definitely a team. Their appearance also made the girls shut up and stare.
The first person off the ship walked with very clear limp in his right leg. His right arm appeared to shine in the sunlight. He wore a simple pair of blue jeans, a white shirt, and what appeared to be two jackets, one white and one black. On his shoulder was something small, black, white, and had a hint of bronze on it.
The second person in the line was bronze. Literally, his skin and clothes were completely bronze. He walked, or more accurately, marched down the gangplank. His entire demeanor screamed military.
Behind him was one of the 'holier than thou' kind of people. He came down with a huge smile on his face, waving to an invisible crowd, and looked like he didn't know how to walk on two legs. He wore a royal purple cape and a suit of silver armor. This guy fancied himself a king. He looked familiar to Scythe.
The final person was by far the strangest. He wore red and black armor that glowed orange on various plates. Other plates of the armor were crackling with electricity. He must have been at least seven feet tall. He had four arms. Two came out of his shoulders, and two others came out of his back. The back arms ended in two hands with four claws on them. The back right hand had glowing orange claws, the back left had white and gold. His front arms ended in normal hands, except he had a black glove on his left hand and a red glove on his right hand. His head was the strangest. It was green. His entire head was green. Over his head was a strange clear mask with silver markings, some of which appeared to go over his eyes.
Scythe and team RWBY just stared at the four strange individuals. The four armed one broke them out their trance like states when he suddenly appeared in front of them. He was eyeing Blake and Scythe rather closely.
"Something is different about you two." he said in a strange accent.
He was literally inches from Blakes face. Blake, clearly weirded out, was leaning back. Yang cleared her throat to get the strange person's attention, and it worked. In an instant he was solely focused on Yang, and her hair.
"Fascinating. Some much energy. I can feel it radiating off of you, lass." He said.
"Elzirian! Leave the people alone." the kingly person said. His voice sounded familiar to Scythe.
The limping person slowly walked up to them. His serious limp gave Ruby cause for concern.
"I am sorry about my teammate there. He has been in a self imposed isolation for a long time. His only company being whatever he can make." the man said.
"Are you alright?" Ruby asked and pointed at his leg.
"I'm fine. It is an old injury, left one leg shorter than the other." he replied.
"So, who are you? Are you here for the Vytal Festival?" Yang asked.
"The Vytal festival, yes. We are team GOLD. I am the leader of our team, Lukas Septum." The limping man said with a small bow.
"Wait, L is not the first letter of gold." Weiss said.
"WOW, she can spell. Of course it's not." The kingly person said. "You already met the first letter of our team. Elzirian Greeneye, our four armed friend and the appointed leader. As a team, however, we decided to choose a leader democratically. By almost unanimous vote, Lukas Septum, is our leader. And I, Revant Octium, am his second in command."
He finished his mini speech with a bow. It was rather over accentuated, complete with excessive hand movements.
"I am Dorian Gintus." the bronze man said. "And we would very much like it if you could point the way toward Beacon Academy, we would very much appreciate it."
"Way to suck all the fun out exploring, you raging alcoholic." Elzirian grumbled.
"Actually, Gin, we need to find Cyclone first." Lukas said.
"Who's Cyclone?" Ruby asked.
"Cyclone is his pet scorpion." Revant replied. "Well then, let us be off. COME SQUIRE!"
He pointed toward his left and started walking.
"Lad, lasses." Elzirian waved goodbye. The four strange individuals of team GOLD were off. Team RWBY left as well, and Scythe heard Weiss and Blake start arguing over the monkey faunus again.
"That was rather interesting. I feel like I know one of them." Scythe said to himself. He simply turned around and stared back out to sea. His mind getting lost in his memories.
It was too easy. There was revolution beginning. That stupid mutt from the white fang had given him more information than he needed. The hedronized Nameless King and his dragon had found the "secret" base in a matter of hours. The King was now standing immediately behind him. Icosa had found a desk and set it up so he was shrouded in dark, his eyes burning purple. He was patient, and it wasn't long before his patience was rewarded. A woman in a red dress walked in. Two more individuals were immediately behind her. From the information he had gathered, this was Cinder Fall, the leader, and her two lackeys, Emerald and Mercury. This would be too easy. He willed some darkanium over his skull.
You know, for a supposed secret operation, you would think there was more competent security and a more secret location.
His voice startled the three, all of whom got into a combat stance. The king ended that by showing and electrifying his massive sword-spear.
Please, there is no need for hostilities. I am not here for a fight. Besides, if I was, it wouldn't be fair. Me versus you three. You don't have enough people.
"Who are you?" Emerald questioned.
Let's just say I am an interested party.
"Interested in what?"
Please, Cinder, speak for yourself. Your lap dogs clearly don't know how to handle themselves.
Emerald and Mercury prepared to attack.
Seize them.
With a wave of his hand, four men dressed like the white fang, but with black skin and purple eyes, grabbed hold of Emerald and Mercury.
Now, you may speak.
"Who are you?" Cinder asked.
I am Icosa Hedron, the Dark. Your operation here is sorely lacking in power. You may have some of the animals and humans on your side. But what about me?
"What could you possibly offer?" Cinder questioned.
Icosa willed the darkanium around his head to recede, thus revealing his skull. The purple fire in his eyes filled the room.
I can offer you power. A chance at control that you could not possibly achieve without me. I only ask for two things. I wish to have the location of who you work for and that you leave one of the professors at Beacon for my friend there.
He pointed at the Nameless King. Cinder appeared to ponder his request.
"And if we refuse?" she asked.
In a move that couldn't be tracked with the naked eye, Icosa was lifting Cinder from the ground by her neck. The darkanium on his hand starting to swirl around her head.
Then I take the information by force. But seeing as I would like some allies, and you probably don't want to meet death, I say we work together. What do you say?
Icosa's other hand burst into purple fire, ready to seal the deal. Cinder thought for a moment, then grabbed his hand. The pain from the strange purple fire was excruciating, but she didn't cry out in pain. Icosa seemed to enter a state of ecstasy, reveling in her pain. She could feel his presence in her mind. Then in an instant, it was gone. The pain, the presence and the hand on her neck disappeared.
It has been a pleasure doing business with you Miss Fall. I have the information I need, and I will be seeing you again soon.
"Cinder, what did you do?" Emerald asked.
"We just made a deal with the devil." Mercury answered for her.
"No, that thing, whatever it is, is far worse than the devil. He said it himself. He is the Dark. and it might be wise to fear that being." Cinder spoke.
Whatever he was, Icosa Hedron was not someone to be messed with. After all. He is the Dark. He is one. He is the Dark. He has won.
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