A/N: oh hey! You're all still here! Well, mostly I guess? Anyways, enjoy!
Calm Before the Storm
Omen hadn't slept that night. He had been busy at work in his room, building a network of connections between criminals and thugs, eventually landing on a common few. With what Criminals he could gather, along with various new aged connections, he found them to be quite the entanglement to each other. Roman Torchwick, led by cinderfall and her other associates, along with a select few larger groups. The White Fang was one of them, having already committed a crime in Cinder's name, but led by Roman to deter any suspicions from herself. Omen tapped his chin and focused on the connections between the groups, Namely, The upper section of his research. This spot was reserved for a higher threat if at all. He had started to pin two more people onto the board, the first being a club owner by the nickname, Junior and a photo of what looked like a woman with an umbrella. Omen wasn't able to receive a name for them as they weren't spotted clearly, just by the shadows of night. Omen was still skeptical of the club owner but more vigilant of the female. Perhaps she was a hired spy? Perhaps another organized criminal? He wasn't very sure but he was still very wary of her. Omen looked to his side and found his scroll to be ringing. Unsure of why, Omen decided to let it ring for a few more moments. After a few minutes, Omen walked over and picked up the phone. Expecting to hear from the Headmaster, instead, it was Glynda. She had informed him that another spare was undergoing and that he would be battling a few students. He switched off the scroll in annoyance and paced his room for a moment. Deciding against ignoring the situation, He quickly put on his coat. Omen walked over to his fridge, grabbing an apple from the top shelf and holding it for a few moments before he hovered his hand a few inches above it. Just then, the apple was encased in darkness. Omen closed his hovering hand onto the covered apple and began to peel back the surrounding energy, making an exact and identical replica of the apple. Grabbing the replica, omen sat on the edge of his bed and began chewing it, unaffected by what he'd done.
For him, it was fairly common to do this. It gave him the ability to mimic the nutrients and filling qualities of the food and preserved the original. It was effective at saving food items he'd buy, but the cost was the original would lose it's unique qualities slowly. Degrading over time and becoming less of what it was originally. Omen paused for a moment and slowly put the apple down. He noticed a pair of shadows had been standing at his door. Normally, he would have thought this to be some of the students, but he realized most of the students never came by at this hour. Rolling just to the side of his refrigerator, Omen threw the large blade at the door, embedding it halfway through. Multiple thuds were heard behind it along with a small yelp from one of the figures. Opening it, he found four students he presumed were older and higher level than those he had come to know. One wore very fashionable attire, sporting a large briefcase. Another preferred the color orange and had a unique style of arm blades. The larger of the group had a greatsword equipped to their back and hiding behind the larger of the group was a very familiar face. The Rabbit Faunus from jaune's troubles had returned. She seemed to carry a small camera with her. Omen was unsure as to why all four had been near his door, or why they all remotely knew he was in this room, but he assumed that Ozpin was responsible in some way. Omen groaned to himself and dislodged the large blade from the door, seeing that they were not leaving so simply. They seemed unfazed regardless of his sudden attack, except for the rabbit faunus of their team. She was very shaken from the blade.
"Alright, what do ya want?" Omen asked annoyed from the start.
"Are you Omen?" The fashionable one of the group had asked, to Omen's slow and wary nod.
"Why exactly do you ask? Something wrong?" Omen suspiciously asked.
"Not really. We'd like to ask a Favor." Omen sighed and turned away from the group, silently cursing at himself.
"Whaaaat…" Omen groaned.
"We wanted to see if we could take you on. You game?" The fashionable one questioned to Omen's dead panned stare.
"If you guys don't stand near my door like that again then fine. Who are you guys anyways?" Omen asked again after agreeing.
"Coco Adel. That's Fox, Big guy is Yatsuhashi, behind him is Velvet. Ready to go?" Coco asked, obviously ready to battle Omen.
"Fine, meet you there I guess." Omen said before shutting the now useless door, "Oh for fuck's sake!"
It seemed that the team in front of him had already left by that point, letting Omen get ready and worry about his door at the same time. When he left his room, he hung a left to the sparring arena. Said arena was already filled with students, as well as the team that confronted him. Omen searched around for any familiar face, but only noticed Glynda's watchful gaze as he entered the field. The team in front of him had stood prepared, Yatsuhashi had his greatsword in hand, adorning a pauldron as well. Fox had been stationed to the side, ready to strike as soon as the fight began. This left Coco and Velvet with no weapon out, simply watching Omen's movements. Omen had studied each team member, but was unsure as to what exactly Velvet or Coco's weapons had been. He could at least expect the larger of the team's movements, as well as Fox's. The two other team members were a mystery to him at the moment. At any moment, Omen had half expected Coco to pull out a minigun if at all. Omen dismissed the thought however. Such a thing couldn't have existed in A warrior's arsenal, it would be too unexpected. Omen felt as if he would later regret that decision though. When life bars for the team vs himself had appeared, it showed the team name being CFVY. Omen was unsure what exactly their name represented, but at the moment, he was more regarding of the fight before him than the name. Omen summoned his fake weapon and readied himself for battle as the team did the same.
"Attention students. In this sparring match, team CFVY will demonstrate the strengths of teamwork on the battlefield. I hope you all learn from this experience. Mr. Omen." Glynda finished by turning towards Omen, "Ozpin has instructed me to inform you can not use your power in this match. Is that understood?"
"Yeah yeah, 'don't murder them', got it." Omen said, rolling the joint of his shoulder backwards.
"Alright, Let the battle… commence!" Glynda signalled, to team CFVY's response.
Before Omen had planned anything, Coco had unfolded her case, revealing it to be a minigun. Omen dodged the hailstorm of bullets and proceeded to run forwards normally, before Yatsuhashi struck the ground that he was initially at. Omen slid to a halt before looking up and finding Fox already striking at him. Omen quickly took action and stood to parry the arm blade. Omen raised his arm and slid the flying arm blade to the side, throwing Fox out of balance before Omen powerfully shoved him into Yatsuhashi. Yatsuhashi immediately lowered his blade and recorrected Fox's movements before raising his greatsword yet again. Omen noticed this, but couldn't plan anything remotely close to a strategy before the minigun began firing yet again. Using his Blade as cover, Omen cursed to himself over the loud hail of bullets before realizing that Velvet began to step forwards. Using her camera, she had taken a picture of Coco's weapon and… oh dear. Omen was met by a heavier fire of Bullets as both Coco and Velvet held miniguns in their possessions. He knew that they were suppressing him, but he only wished they did so with less bullets. Omen quickly charged forwards and spun the large blade to block both incoming and stray bullets. Halfway from his goal, Omen dodged to the right and threw the large blade at the two. Both Velvet and Coco had seen this but did not move as Yatsuhashi simply hit the blade away from them. What they were not aware of, was that Omen had thrown the blade with himself latched onto it. Spinning the blade in the air, he quickly descended on the two gunners as Fox and Yatsuhashi rushed forward to guard their teammates. Omen struck the ground with a large force, sending Velvet and Coco jumping out of the way as Yatsuhashi struck him. The blade was immediately stopped and was ripped from Yatsuhashi hand. Omen had found his chance to eliminate one of the team's members at the very least as he swept Yatsuhashi feet from under him and smashed him down with his own greatsword. The scoreboard showed Yatsuhashi bar at a critical level with Omen's being drained by less than a quarter. It seemed he was indeed reliant on his power if this was the way that this battle was unfolding into.
His victory was short lived as Fox dashed by him, causing the legend to spin around and guard before another brief slash was made against him. Omen was unprepared for the next turn of events however. Both Velvet and Coco had still adorned their miniguns and stood opposite of one another as Fox dashed by him repeatedly. The quick rotation of Gun barrels had alerted Omen to his fate as both students had begun to open fire on him. Smoke had arisen from the torrent of bullets that continually pelted him before there was silence. Fox watched with his teammates as the smoke cleared and revealed Omen to be hiding under two large upheaved rubble. Just as quickly as they had appeared they disappeared with Omen sending both violently into Velvet and Coco. Omen rushed towards Fox and immediately disarmed him, keeping him in an arm lock while walking towards Coco. Not wanting to fire at her teammate, Omen threw Fox at her, incapacitating Fox and injuring Coco. Fox's life bar had dropped into critical as it had been dropped to a quarter above it when Omen had parried him. Approaching Coco, Omen raised his fist before hearing a loud click from a camera. Omen slowly turned his head towards velvet and saw something that shocked and made him outright malevolent. Velvet was holding a hilt, staring at the object in confusion and odd curiosity. Omen picked up Coco immediately and threw her at high speeds towards Velvet. She was not expecting this as she and Coco's life bars had dropped completely. The surrounding students had gone into silence before Omen came back to his senses. Jogging over them, he found the two in a dazed and incapacitated state. Omen sighed thankfully and walked out with both of them over his shoulders. After promptly dropping them both into the cleaner side of the arena, Omen went back to Yatsuhashi and fox, doing the same with relative ease.
Omen knelt near the team, noting their strategy and bravery, but still reeling from the ability to mimic his weapon. When he had looked back to the camera he could only breathe a deep sigh. His over reactions were starting to interfere with his fighting, that was something he could not let happen yet again. Omen had waited next to the unconscious team for any medical staff to appear. After they had, he walked off only to be confronted by Glynda. She seemed to be disappointed in his behavior on the field, which was a given for anything he did, but this time was different. He was rash in his decision and could have nearly killed the students. Omen rolled his eyes before walking off. Glynda had followed close behind him. It had taken several minutes before Omen turned around and listened to her, but after doing so, Glynda said nothing and walked off. Omen threw his hands into the air out of confusion once more. He understood his actions were rash, but to simply follow him and then abruptly leave? He was having difficulty understanding his faults if there were any others.
"Okay! What the hell do you want from me!? I'm trying my best here! Keeping kids safe from what I am isn't exactly easy!" Omen yelled into the sky as he walked into the empty courtyards.
"The hell should I do now, huh!?" Omen continued to yell at the sky, but only in vain, "I feel like putting the blade to my head would be sooo much be-" It was then that Omen had an idea however.
It was a foolish idea, but an idea nonetheless. To atone for his sins, he had thought to take his weapon and use it on himself. If the mimicry of his weapon and the thoughts that followed were any instance to himself, he would need to do what needs to be done. Omen wasted no time in marching back to his room and kicking down the still broken door. When he had entered the room, it was dark. His room had only seen few glimmers of sunlight during the day, so it did little to bother him before but searching for his weapon had proven difficult. Omen checked under his beddings, in the fridge and in the drawer he had previously kept it in. He found no trace of it. Almost as if someone had waltzed in and taken it. Omen checked the hallway near his room and found nothing but empty silence. Omen wasn't whether to laugh in mock desperation or scream in anger. His weapon had vanished. Looking through the window of the hallway he had been in, he simply gazed at the sky. A cursed weapon such as that was too dangerous in human possession, but to make matters worse, any human who had managed to grab ahold of it knew exactly how it functioned. Otherwise, they would have rampaged through the halls as soon as they had come into contact. Although Ozpin had been the first to handle such a weapon, it did not affect him. It had control of only the lesser humans. Those who's wills were weak enough to be possessed by it. Omen raced to Ozpin's Office and found the elevator to be in use at the moment. It had been going up to Ozpin's office, and knowing that only made Omen all the more attentive. Omen quickly ran out of a nearby door and found the outside of the spire. It's stone structure was very sturdy and it seemed to be very well kept. Omen crouched, gathering all that he could muster and shot upwards like a bullet. He had managed to reach the top before the elevator thankfully and found Ozpin sitting at his desk writing. Opening the glass panel of the office, Omen jumped in and readied his power towards the elevator.
"Omen? To what do I owe the odd circumstance?" Ozpin asked, sitting back in his cair.
"My weapon's gone, I found out one of your students can duplicate it and I'm pretty sure someone is plotting to kill you with it right now." Omen explained rather quickly.
"I beg your pardon?" Ozpin asked again as the elevator doors had opened.
What Omen had been greeted to was something entirely different. Before he could muster the power to do damage, Jaune, Cardin and Pyrrha had walked out of it. Omen dropped his power completely, as he stared on in serious confusion. Jaune had been carrying a mop, Cardin had been holding a rag and spray bottle and Pyrrha had her spear in hand. It seemed that both Cardin and Jaune were exhausted as Pyrrha simply stood there in confusion with Omen. Omen turned back towards Ozpin, who simply sipped from his mug before getting up and walking over to the group. He didn't seem fazed by this confusing turn of events at all. He actually appeared to be very jaded by these events. Jaune and Cardin simply collapsed from their exhaustion while Pyrrha greeted Ozpin.
"Hello! Both Jaune and Cardin have successfully completed their chores, as per your instructions." Pyrrha said, dismissing their fatigue.
"Very good. Thank you Miss Nikos. I'll be sure to inform Glynda that their punishments have been taken care of. As for you two." Ozpin turned his attention to both Jaune and Cardin, who had still been on the floor in complete exhaustion, "I do hope you both will learn to not draw your weapons in a study hall?"
"Y-yes… sir!" Jaune replied as Cardin gave a thumbs up while on the floor.
"I'm pretty sure every fiber in my being is telling me not to smack myself right now…" Omen commented just next to Ozpin.
When both students had left, along with Pyrrha, Ozpin walked over to his desk and sat down, looking at Omen in confusion. This was definitely a first for himself. A forgotten legend, now wandering around his school, had climbed his office spire to inform him that his weapon was missing and that someone was planning to kill him. Omen paced around for a moment in awkward silence as Ozpin thought over these claims. Omen had been quick to try and explain himself, however.
"Okay look! In my defense, I've been in battles for most of my existence! The least you could do is cut me some slack! I mean, with my weapon missing and your elevator immediately going up to your office, that's gotta count as some form of assassination attempt. Besides, it's not like they would have gotten far but-" Omen was abruptly cut off by Ozpin who raised his hand to stop omen.
"I understand your paranoia Mr. Omen. Having your weapon disappear from your grasp is certainly a terrifying thought, but I do not believe it is a cause of concern for the moment." Ozpin calmed Omen to his brief confusion and calming.
"But what do you mean? Aren't you the least bit terrified that your existence is in danger…?" Omen asked, which prompted Ozpin to simply say.
"It would have concerned me more than anything… if it was not for the simple fact that your weapon is still attached to your holster." Ozpin motioned towards Omen's belt, which made Omen breathe in deeply before creating some odd type of noise.
"Soo… Im just gonna go now.." Omen turned towards the window in a hurry and simply fell from it, Not caring for his sudden drop in altitude.
"Goodbye Mr. Omen…" Ozpin said as he continued to write in his ledger.
Omen had continued to fall for a while and all that time had not stopped him from smacking his self relentlessly. It was not often that he portrayed such self hate, but knowing his emotions had returned, it was very difficult to control. Omen had stopped slapping himself for a moment and calmed himself for a brief period of time. Said period of time had caused him to fall face first into the ground. Omen simply slow clapped at himself before mumbling something along the lines of 'I swear to god I'm the smartest dumbass alive…' while his head remained implanted into the ground. Omen remained like this for a while, figuring that it was best to just not move from his position. It was short lived, however, as Glynda approached him in disappointment. He could hear the faint tapping of a boot or heel from somewhere near him and to his immediate uprooting he had found the source. Omen stared on deadpanned at Glynda as Glynda did the same. The two stared on at each other for a moment before realizing neither had any spoken words for one another. Omen simply chose to pick himself up and walk away grumbling. Glynda had just simply fixed the hole that Omen had caused and went on about her tasks all the same. Omen made his way back to his room in discontent. The forgotten legend did not seem very comfortable on his own from that point onward. His lack of knowledge for the student's abilities made him weary. The constant loop of news that appeared on his radar had mostly vanished. His overall calm demeanor was replaced by his wild emotions. Omen wasn't understanding what was happening to him any longer. Jumbled thoughts made for an unpleasant experience. He learned that well. He had finally arrived to his room. By this point the sun had fallen and the room was silent. Nothing but his thoughts remained.
Omen walked over to his bed and sat down, staring at the door that was now gone. Blankly staring into the hallway, he began to summon a new and improved 'door' from his power. The door had molded and begun to shift with his command before being disrupted. The power had fallen to the floor with no other command. Omen continued to star on in confusion for a moment before looking at his hand. He tried to summon a small pillar in front of him, but only received a lump of energy. Omen groaned at himself and tried again, creating half of a pillar before eventually failing. With his third attempt, he decided to create the pillar one last time before giving up. Retracting the energy around him, he focused. Forming half of a pillar, then a full pillar after some time had passed. Omen sighed in relief as the pillar remained. He had forgotten that he had difficulty 'creating' rather than 'destroying'. The disruption of his emotions hadn't helped in the slightest to achieve this goal. Omen undid the pillar and stood in front of the doorway. With a strain in himself, the door began to form to the halfway point. Wavering for a moment, the door quickly moved to the full recreation of what it had been previously. Omen sat down heavily breathing from the struggle. He shook his head in worry yet again that day. He had decided against his sleep for the first time in his life and walked out of the room once again. The moon had begun to rise as he passed the courtyard and headed for the forest cliffs. He was thankful that the academy had an entire forest near it with little to no accidents. Omen had been even more thankful that he had a opened area to utilize. Approaching the cliffs, Omen walked off of it and plummeted to the bottom. His landing had caused a small crater beneath him as he rose. Omen continued his walk nonetheless and noted that the forest was still very quiet. It seemed that the Grimm of the forest and left entirely. Then again, he would still not be surprised if they hadn't. He neared the ruins that the teams had originally run to, noting the spire's fall and the bridge's destruction. Omen stood in the middle of the field and took out his hilt. The actual look of the hilt could not be described as much. It was a simple cylinder with nothing else added to it. The only questionable design made to it was the runes inscribed on it's surfaces. Omen tested his weapons functionality many times before this and thought little of it. His newest objectives, however, led him to see things in a new perspective as he powered the hilt. The hilt sparked to life with a dark tone, creating a long and sturdy blade of darkness. The darkness on the blade seemed to still had the effect of burning. When Omen watched for a moment longer, the darkness began to crumble off of it, leaving a grey glowing blade in it's demise. Propping the blade on his other forearm, he slashed horizontally and cleared several trees that stood meters away from him. Another few slashes had fell more trees in it's wake. The blade was sharper than ever, but he needed to be sure the same was said for it's other forms. As the grey formed blade crumbled into dust and floated away, both sides of the hilt began to glow. The sides had quickly sprouted two equally long blades at their ends. Both had been covered the same way as the first, before crumbling off and revealing the grey glow it had adorned originally.
Spinning the weapon and gaining momentum, the air around Omen seemed to tear for only a moment before refilling. Rapidly slashing around himself, the blades caused ripple after ripple in the air. A never ending pool of distortion had surround him before he finished. Admiring the blades, he undid them and tried another form. The hilt seemed to grow in length as a large curved blade formed on it's end. Omen had never dared to try the scythe form. It was a very straining ordeal to go through. As the scythe formed, The hilt became the larger part of the scythe. It pulsed with a dark feeling before the blade had turned to it's grey glow. Slashing only once caused the stones, trees and cliff around him to be mercilessly slashed into. Given that he stood in an empty field, he marked this as an accomplishment that he did not sever his own limbs. Undoing the scythe form, he quickly spun the long hilt and struck the air as blade on one end formed into a polearm. The short blade struck the ground, causing a small fissure before somehow closing itself. Spinning the blade around himself had seemed to create one large slash in the air. He then remembered that the polearm had a delayed slash. Interestingly, more than the katana form of itself. By now, he had fully come to understand most of it's forms. The hilt was a creation not by himself, or by anyone on the planet, but by the void. He happened upon the hilt once upon a time, when the world was still evolving. Buried within a small pit, Omen dug it out and held it. He noted the strange glow surrounding the device and begun to experiment with it. The results had led him to a new discovery. The object had been able to form into any weapon known to creation. Of course, this power had a cost. To create any form of the weapon, the user would need to spend their energy on it. Often the hilt required massive amounts for larger weapons, scaling energy to it's output. Omen found the payout to be more than justifiable for what it could do. The blades it produced seemed to cut through the air with ease, sometimes harming himself when he had fumbled with the weapon. His energy could repair himself now, but before, this was no easy feat. The blunted weapons from the hilt had shown to be largely devastating to everything on the ground. Hammers had created earthquakes with their heavy blows and the quick swing of a club in the air had created shockwaves. Omen was unsure how destructive these weapons reached outside of planetary, but he assumed they reached quite a distance.
To finish his check, he formed one last weapon from the hilt. Concentrating, the hilt began to grow longer yet again, the length seemed to double in his own size as one end began forming a curved and intricate axe blade. Unlike all other weapons, the axe blade was the only one to glow a bright red. No darkness touched this weapon and as far as he knew, none ever would. He had tried every opportunity to use it on Grimm, but as soon as this weapon had formed it's hilt… they fled. It both infuriated him (which seemed to make the axe head grow brighter) and confused him to why they behaved that way. If there was one thing that he had feared, it would be this weapon out of the hilt's arsenal. Omen quickly shifted the blade out of it's form and put the hilt away, now focusing on his prowess without the blade. The cracking of his knuckles sounded throughout the area in a low snap. Stretching his joints, he punched the air in succession. He had put weight behind his punches this time, letting forth small blasts of wind with every swing. He continuously repeated the process over and over again, wearing himself down slowly. Focusing on his kicks now, he struck the air multiple times. With a quick jump into the air, he struck the ground with an axe kick. The kick had create multiple cracks in the ground, but none too noticeable. It seemed as if this training of his would do for now. Doing anything more would most likely cause an earthquake. Omen wasn't prepared to find out what would happen if a mountain with children on top of it would do if it crumbled. His movements weren't so restrained though. More and more, he was growing accustomed to his practice. The ghostly memories he was suffering from had soon began to store themselves in the back of his mind. Stopping for a moment and settling down, Omen took a seat on the grass below him. He looked above himself and noticed the stars that sprinkled the sky. He often did not worry about this aspect so openly, but the emotions he bore, did. He watched on as the world around had calmed. Nothing but slight breezes greeted his presence, often blowing the occasional bush or tree to a sway nearby.
Eventually, he had laid himself down. He had figured that it was in his best interest to simply relax for the moment. It was often a wonder to him how many of these times he would allow himself. For so long, it seemed that the battles around him were never ending. It had been so long of a time that he was having trouble finding a reason for caring this much. The usual favor reason was not as appealing as it had first come to him. He was unsure if that was simply just himself or his compassion. Regardless, it had dawned on him that his life in the school was something of a blessing in disguise? They all seemed so fearless? So cheerful? Omen wasn't sure what was making this generation behave in such a way, but he was positive that it had some sort of occurence with the aftermath of great periods in human and faunus history. This indirectly pointed him to the direction of the crime ring once more. The crimes had to eventually lead in some sort of direction. But what exactly was this direction? It wasn't in his intentions to get involved at first, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Cinder was somehow leading something very sinister. That or something akin to a take over. Omen looked to his left and right, still noticing that many things around him were still silent. That was when his sight landed on beacon. He noticed the very feint shield of power still covering the academy, pulsing with each reflection. Omen looked on at the academy for a moment as the lights adorning the academy began to shut off, preparing for the peaceful night. Seeing his job had been done for the day was all too rewarding for himself. He knew that his board of thugs and crime rings would have to be put on hold for now, but it was not very concerning at the current point in time. Whatever the plan was, they were taking their time. This plan was obviously complex in some sort of way. Trying not to become noticed in some regards while also carrying out their tasks in secret. Omen jumped to his feet and walked towards the cliff face of Beacon. It did not take him long to get lost in the forest. When he entered, he initially thought the way he was heading towards was correct, but obviously this was not the case. Omen groaned with each wrong direction he took. At this point in time, he thought to calling himself 'Omen: the Wandering Legend', for his lack of direction, but then again that seemed to be such a boring legend to have. He wondered if anyone would even be remotely interested in such a tale. He shook his head in disappointment while heading in the last direction he thought to go. Luckily, it was the right way. When he had reached the bottom of the cliff face. He crouched and began to build his energy beneath him. With a large jump, he was sent hurdling upwards. The ascent had managed to rocket him just enough to reach the ledge with a simple foot forwards. He continued that foot forward with a simple walk and made his way through the halls of beacon.
It hadn't taken long for him to reach his room, what did take him longer, was the figure standing in his room. He had forgotten his door had been torn down for just a moment as he readied his fake weapon. Approaching the doorway, he noticed the figure turn towards him. It was Ruby, in a tired and gloomy state. Omen raised an eyebrow at the tired student and watched as they stepped closer to Omen. It was blindingly obvious that they were very tired from their assignments, if the have drooped face mask was any more of an indication. Omen stared on as Ruby tiredly wiped her eyes and stood before Omen.
"Uh… kid. Isn't it a little late to be walking around?" Omen questioned to the tired girl's state.
"H-huh…? Ohh…! Yeah yeah, I just… nevermind." Ruby had seemed to be hiding something very concerning.
"Okay, aside from the obvious homework and studying, what's up?" Omen asked again, getting straight to the point.
"Weeeell… It's kinda weird." Ruby said to which Omen motioned for her to sit on his bed and tell him, as he reached into his fridge for a drink.
"Soo, Is it the overwhelming work? Training too hard? Obvious sleep deprivation?" Omen asked nonchalantly as Ruby tried to find the right words.
"Okay… this might sound a little weird, but… I had a nightmare?" Ruby replied, to Omen's deadpanned motioning to continue.
"Well don't keep me in suspense kid, what exactly has you up and about with this nightmare of yours?" Omen joked while sipping the bottle of beer he had bought and duplicated.
"I don't know. I think I saw Beacon… but it was destroyed? And everyone I knew was fighting. There was a loud yell or something and then…" Ruby seemed shaken even more so than before, but maintained herself rather well.
"Huh… well then. Look ki- Ruby." Omen corrected himself before continuing, "You trust your friends, don't you?"
"Yeah?" Ruby replied, curious to Omen's point.
"You believe in your abilities, right?" Omen asked again
"Uh-huh?" Ruby was still unsure to Omen's point but continued to reply.
"The fact that you trust your friends and abilities is proof enough that you've got nothing to worry about. Even if you don't fully believe so. I made a promise to protect this place and the people in it, so there's nothing that will cause this school to fall… not under my watch."
"I guess you're right…" Ruby still didn't seem to perk up with her nightmare, which prompted Omen to an idea.
"Alright. C'mon." Omen said, ushering Ruby out of the room and through the halls towards the courtyard.
"W-wait, where are we going?! I'm not even dressed!" Ruby frantically asked as the two headed towards the statue of heroes.
"Relax kid, I'm showing you somethin'." Omen said as he approached the tall stone carving.
"What are you-?" Ruby had her question answered when Omen pulled his arm back and punched the statue, caused the statue to ripple and shockwave before recoiling back to Omen's hand and blasting him towards the other side of the courtyard, "OHMYGOSH!"
"Yep…! still works….!" Omen grunted, standing up while in pain from his own punch.
"Are you okay?" Ruby asked in panic, helping Omen to his feet.
"Yeah yeah, I'm good. But that's what I wanted to show you…" Omen said as he pointed to the sky.
Ruby looked to sky for a moment, noticing the large beam of grey light, pointing into the sky and creating a dome around the school. It stretched in a magnificent wave of light before fading from view. Ruby marveled at the barrier as Omen dusted himself off yet again. Ruby looked around for quite some time in amazement, noting that the barrier's source of light had come from the statue. She looked back to Omen, to his urging on of her curiosity. Ruby approached the statue, noting the visible etching on the warrior's chest. Omen soon walked over and stared at the hero statue. Ruby stared at the statue for a moment as she looked to and from the statue, then to Omen.
"Like I said, not on my watch.." Omen commented to Ruby's wide open eyes.
"But… why here?" Ruby asked to Omen's distant gaze into the statue.
"Well… I wouldn't say it's accurate…" Omen commented, "But I'd say they got my badass attitude spot on."
Ruby stared back and forth from the statue to Omen in complete shock for a while. Omen shrugged and looked on at himself, remembering why he had halted for moment when the black pillar was made. He still was very hesitant on seeing the statue still up, which only reminded him of the regrets he had made. Omen finally noticed Ruby's panic when she had come to senses with how admired he was. As soon as Omen realised this, he was swarmed with questions from The excited teen. Unsure how to stop her, Omen simply patted her head. The simple action simply caused Ruby to stop completely and embarrassingly apologize.
"Anyways, You feel any better about everything?" Omen asked, to Ruby's nod and smile, "Great, now. You should head to bed befor-"
Omen was almost finished with his explanation when Ruby had managed to fall asleep while standing. Omen wasn't entirely sure this was physically possible, but after two quick snaps he corrected himself. Carrying a now unconscious and drained student back to her dorm, Omen was groaning to himself about not urging her back to bed sooner. Staring down the hallway, he caught sight of Yang, who had been standing by the doorway with a small cup of coffee. She smirked at the sight of both her sister and Omen approaching the door. When they had gotten within earshot of each other, Yang thanked Omen and carried her sister to her bed, stating that she needed to 'lay off of the cookies'. Omen chuckled to himself as the door closed and headed back to his room. The room was still the same, save for the light being on still. Unconsciously trying to close the door, Omen got into the bed and fell asleep. His last thought being of the door. In his now dazed and fatigued state, Omen stared on at the door before closing his eyes shut. His mumbling that night was indeed strange. At one instance, he could have sworn that he saw something or someone with wings standing in his doorway. Omen, of course, shrugged it off as a tired hallucination…. The figure at the door disagreed.