Here is a segment that i have apparently been asked for, but i still am confused as to why this person. He is a jerk right?
Ah well.
A bullhead roamed through the skies. In it, were six individuals, we will be paying attention to five of these people.
Ruby and her team had been tasked with a very special mission for a few days. Headmaster Ozpin had requested her team with an exploration mission into the unknown!
But Yang had been the first to complain about the task, going on about fisticuffs and blowing mobs up. Sometimes her blonde sister was too much to handle. Hah! She almost punched another student just for bumping into her!
Ahh, but then there was Professor Goodwitch, back at it again with the reprimands and the detention slips. It was like she was able to transport herself anywhere, if the goal was to inconvenience them and make a fuss about it.
Why can't she just be cool about everything? Like that one student who's always in an alleyway in Vale.
The rest of Ruby's team just seemed to be okay with the exploration mission. Even now, on the bullhead, they were either brushing dust off of their shoulders, or was engrossed in a novel. Occasionally, Weiss would address Yang's problem with a foot that drilled a hole into the floor by repeatedly tapping the metal surface out of boredom.
Ruby herself was actually a little nervous, threads of thoughts swirled in her mind. They formed questions that would make sense coming from Lady Scarlatina;
If this place hadn't been expanded to before, then there must have been a problematic prevalence of the darkness.
One of the professors had mentioned a little tidbit, though Ruby did have to scrunch her face in order to remember it.
The professor said that the area that they were transiting to is a massive ruin, almost the size of a city. He'd also said something else, but Ruby could only remember it like this;
Super-old.
The sound of chuckling from across the compartment confused her, and made her go:
"Huh?"
"Ruby, your face!" Her sister blurted from beside her, and she took a look at the blondie next to her. Then Yang herself began to jitter with laughter. What was happening? Was there something on her face? She was missing something, did these three have an inside joke and not tell her!?
"Wha-what's so funny" The little woman asked. A glance at the opposite side of the holding room, and she saw Weiss holding a hand to her mouth, besides her, Blake let the novel rest on her lap, the girl apparently witnessed the younger's face.
Her question would not have the answer it seeked. Instead, Ruby's sister represented three fourths of team RWBY, with a dismissal of sorts.
"Oh, it's nothing Ruby, don't worry. Hrk!" The woman started her own fit of laughter, inciting a trace of rage in her younger sister. But, the guidance of an adult prevented any further discretion.
"Now, now, girls. We musn't lose focus now. Look! The ruins are close by."
What venture into the past made was without this gentleman? A doctor in a certain field, Sir Oobleck of the super caffeine always kept an interest of ancient sites and relics. Sadly, few were without the fingers of the darkness.
The doctor pointed a finger towards the endless expanse of green. To which Yang and her personality were left confused.
"I don't see anything, prof." She was unable to find anything ruin-y, even with the assistance of the revered hand-above-your-eyes-so-you-think-you-can-see-further-and-sharper technique.
"Well, that's because you need to know what you're looking for." The professor ducked away from the scene, and into the pilot's room.
"I still don't see it."
I doubt she ever would.
The five had set their foot the broken city, on a walkway of bricks, where the professor was prepping them for an excursion of the ages. It was here, where a deformed monster could surprise them from behind. But in this time, such things didn't exist anymore.
"Now girls, don't stray too far. There's always the chance of the stray grimm, or even a whole pack of them here, so don't wander off without letting me know first." The man was right to give this speech, this place was one of tragedy and death. Now though, it was a crumbled city, not even a fraction of the glory that it was in the age so long ago.
"Okay!"
"Of course."
"Sure."
"Whatever."
Ahh, yes, the professor could see the excitement in their eyes from even behind his encircled spectacles.
"Rejoice, however! As we will be one of the first to explore this no-doubt ancient relic of a time long past. Come! We have much ground to cover." The gentleman started towards the crumbled city, leaving some of team RWBY behind.
"So, what do you think, Weiss?"
" ~sigh~ It's a waste of my time, Ruby." The heiress in white forced a palm to her head, annoyed by the fact that she had to come along with Oobleck of all people when she could be at the dorm studying.
"Come on, guys!" Up ahead, Yang called out to the two. Blake was beside her, taking in the dilapidated surroundings.
At this point, little Zwei had awoken from a lengthy nap, and appeared from Ruby's backpack.
Up high above, in a tall tower, sat a girl who appeared to be a ghost. Her form was spectral, the same as her clothing; a simple dress and a thin veil of white that flowed along with the slow breeze of Anor Londo.
For once, she felt the presence of others in this decrepit city. She was sure that once nature had settled in, Irithyll would be just a mass of green along with the encroaching forest.
But once these five set foot past the faded barrier, she knew that their lives would be in danger, for even if the dreaded spirits have aged into dust, he who wrongfully declared himself as pontiff still guards the church that connected to Anor Londo.
How could she forget the vile stench in the air. Even now, from her high perch, the woman felt the horrid aura of the one who imprisoned her dear brother.
How long has she prayed for his safety...
Since forever, much of her thoughts were about her siblings.
"That's enough rest for now girls." As the professor stood, the team he was in charge of groaned altogether at varying tones and volumes. A rather talkative girl blabbed her inconvenience.
"What's there to explooore? It's been nothing but stone buildings after stone buildings, and there's not even a single grimm in sight. Exploring is so b-horing!" The blond lay stretched out, apparently tired from the walking, or maybe just the boredom that filled every misplaced brick, did she mention that it was cold for a forest area?
The group took a rest outside of a building that towered every other that they had passed, and seemed to be the main attraction from the city's time, if the road leading up to it, and the altar right in front were any kind of sign.
Amazingly so, where Yang lay on her back, tired and defeated by the immense blandness of her surroundings, an unnamed warrior did the same exact pose, waiting for an ally to co-operate against a rather tough Heir of Fire, in order to link a certain fire.
But any kind of traces they left in the grass, or snow back then were forgotten by the world. Maybe it was for the better. Lord knows how defeated they would be when they discover that a particular princess has disappeared from a certain couch, in a room that was once filled with the glorious, warm rays of the great sun that shone down on all.
"Now, how about you help this old man in opening this gate? Something tells me that there is an object of importance behind these large doors! I'm sure that with the four of us, this will be as easy as your entrance exams!"
~Bark!~
The doors that the professor was referring to was indeed quite large, it once was a proud green, lined with once brilliant strips of gold. But the gate had suffered wear, and the decorations on the door were reduced to a dull combination.
"Hmm, lighter than I had originally expected but no matter!"
The front doors of the building opened with a creak that had been held in for centuries upon centuries. The gates had only been opened enough to let them through, and allowed a dim light to fill the inside like a bright spear through the darkness.
There were wooden benches, many of them intricately designed. All arranged similarly to a church or cathedral. The floor seemed to be some kind of dim, yet polished marble that slightly reflected the incoming light. But with how scarce and weak the rays were, these were the only things visible, as the lighting that once filled the room had long ceased to produce it.
Of course, this was only possible because of Zwei lightly pushing against the door with his front two legs.
"Uhm, professor Oobleck.." Blake's keen eyes granted her brighter vision, and she was able to see the something that resembled a humanoid; a body supported by a pair of legs far off into the distance.
But where was the arms?
Eventually, the doctor handled his glasses and his brows started to lower.
"Uhm, what's that?" Weiss and her high pitched voice filled their ears, the topic of which being a diagonal line of orange flame come to life, along with a smatter of purple right below the fire. The flame gave a dull light, and shed it on the form of the cathedral's guard, the one responsible for millions of bloodstains and broken instruments of control. Weiss' folded arms would not do against this one.
"Oh yeah!" The winds of life breathed through Yang, and she repulsed her arms, turning the large metal wristbands into large metal wrist cannons. Already, she was rearing to go.
"Maybe, he's friendly?" Ruby's own high pitched voice asked the question that everyone knew the answer to.
"I highly doubt it, Ruby. Those are weapons held in a stance that suggests the wielder is to use them in combat, which I suspect is what the wielder wants with us." The doctor fixed his glasses and pulled his treasure of a coffee cup into a large stick.
"Though I am extremely intrigued by the interior of this building, I believe that we must dispatch this combatant. Of whom no doubt has been here for what could have been centuries!" He adjusted his lenses again.
"H-oh" The youngest visually slumpt. But maybe she could use this as some kind of practice, everyone knows she hasn't been doing that lately. So she produced the Rose from her person.
The rest of her team eventually followed suit.
At once, grey-blue like that of a cloud appeared through a window, and brought light into the inside. What revealed was a majestic building that definetly was a cathedral.
As well as the pontiff himself, who was in fact holding the line of flame and dot of purple
All of them noticed something out of place in this image. They could tell that the humanoid figure was far, but was twice the size of that should have been.
Dressed in ceremonial garb, he stalked down the church.
"Take extra care, girls. No doubt he must be powerful if he's been here for this long.
~Bark!~
"Aw right! Come get some, you-ugh!"
Ah, yes, that opening lunge gets everyone the first time of they aren't focused. Clearly, she wasn't, so Yang was flattened like a pancake after being thrown back a ways away.
She got back up, and formed up with everyone else.
Oobleck suggested they split, taking the familiar chance that this enlargened human was not able to deal with an increasing amount of combatants.
Weiss used her Estoc-like weapon's chamber and pointed the blade against the hard flooring, and with a light tap, giant shards of ice the size of men formed along the ground, rapidly approaching the backside of the pontiff.
But, and age old mechanic of boss-hood meant that the frost was taken with no interruption from his flaming slash.
The victim of which was Yang, who chose to fight the beast of a man head on. Very early on, she discovered that she could not avoid the flaming blade if it was used, so, forced into using her shotty blasters, the almost-huntress always stood well out of range, not trusting that the purple blade would stay dormant for long.
She grunted in shock when the usually-motionless sword of Judgment surprised her with a thunderous thrust, reaching way past Yang's predictions. And she thought she did well at avoiding his flaming slashes.
It was always that poke of an attack that gets her just when his more active sword ends it's movement.
A most pressing damage burst required attention, and the pontiff slowly turned on his uncolored feet.
Weiss ceased her circle of ice, earlier attempts at immobilising him had proven useless, her shackles of ice would sail to his limbs, only to be broken instantly once they started to take form.
She might have been a fair distance away, safe to manipulate her semblance and help how she can.
The larger, more dominant weapon in his right hand was lifted into the air, where it hung. But while it was there, the pontiff's legs carried himself forward two large paces. A monstrous groan of effort filled the cathedral.
In one motion, the Profaned Greatsword struck the hard floor, resulting in an echoing;
Clonk!
Weiss was smart to evade.
A large explosion from behind shook the room, which had done the impossible.
The church guardian lowered to his knees, the burning blade, alongside the Judgment of the Old Moon crossed against the floor, unused.
Everyone wanted to take at least a couple of hits in, surely, they could all finish him off now.
Dash, leap, even cast. They sliced and bashed their own weapons against the lowered pontiff.
Professor Oobleck was a little surprised at how his rockets turned out, so he was a little late to the event.
But this meant that he, along with Weiss, were able to make out wisps of darkness that started to form around him. With a frantic shout, a warning he issued.
"Girls, get ou-rgh!" Even if he wasn't at the very center of the blast, he felt the force that caused it, and was forced to move away.
Three quarters of team RWBY, however, were exposed to an anti-cheap tactic. A blast of smoke-like mist accompanied by what looked like the sky on a starry night blasted them all back, leaving them tired and puffed at what the pontiff had just performed.
He stood up again. He gained from the explosion, a pair of wings, black in color and looked more like the branches of a tree.
The tip of the Profaned Greatsword lowered towards the ground. By now, the downed almost-huntresses had risen back up, but knew what could happen, especially after what just happened.
Obviously, except Yang. Girl was on a short fuse, angry to the point where the iris changed colors, she yelled and leaped at the larger humanoid.
With the flaming greatsword lowered, the magic-infused judgment of the moon was raised in a ceremonial form.
The prime reason for the sword, was not to tie up a string of strikes with an effective thrust. It was for another reason. Sorcerer Sulyvahn, he was once called, and the Ceremony of Judgment was his zenith in sorcery.
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bloodborne got me like 'whaaaa', so it's been a while. longer chp though
Unless a lot of people want the next phase, i guess il just continue the exploration.
If not, then next part will be PF phase 2.
ive got a bit of a service for the ds1 fans in the next few chps:
byeee :]