I have returned! This month really has been kicking my ass lately. Finals, testing, work, and all sorts of good stuff. I've actually been thinking about writing a book too. As in, not a fanfiction book and one that I can publish. I honestly don't know if I can publish these millions of words that I have typed over the course of my many fanfictions, but hey, that isn't what is important right now. I am sorry for taking so long to continue this story, this is the longest I've gone without posting a chapter for one of my stories and hopefully, I don't ever beat it again. Please forgive me for my transgression.
Beta: CrowSkull
Detective Grimm
Chapter 25- Right back at it
"Haaaah." Diam yawned as he stretched his arms out tiredly. "I feel like I've been sleeping for weeks."
"It hasn't even been a full day and twenty-four hours since you brought back my sister's partner." Winter pointed out.
"I know right!?"
Much time has passed since Diam and his brother returned Ruby Rose back to her team. And by much time, he really meant about twenty hours or less. Maybe more? He didn't know, human time was still an enigma to the God of Darkness despite claiming to have gotten used to it countless of times. Anyhow, here he was now with his specialist of a partner standing before him polishing the same glass cup just as Junior would when he had nothing better to do. It seemed that she has taken up the task as a pass time as a way to avoid contact with any lustful men or boys who thought that they could try their luck with her. Amusing thought at first, but he knew how it was when women and men didn't take no for an answer. Luckily for him, he had the 'Get the fuck away from me' card in the form of his dark manipulative magic. He used it on the blue-haired boy who tried asking him stupid questions like where Roman Torchwick was. Hmph, as if he would be that stupid to reveal Roman's position so easily. He sent him off the Junior and waved at Yang as he walked on. Interesting pair, he thought at the time.
"I don't know what you're complaining about," Winter said as she sat the glass down before her and gave him more of her focus. "I thought you'd be happy that all we have to do is sit and wait for someone else to do the work for us, you always detest going out to crime scenes."
"Waiting for Roman to come back to us with something is less exciting than being shot at," Diam said as he drank at his nearly empty glass in his left hand. "Even if the bullets don't hurt me like they do you."
"Not everyone can have an ocean of aura like you do," Winter sneered.
"Well…" Diam smirked as he sensed across the world many thousands of people, most likely huntsman or other undesirable kinds of mortals, who can also be described to have an 'ocean of aura'. There was that blonde kid that visited his club with a few friends as well, and Winter herself had more aura than she realized. Being able to recover from her injuries as fast as she did would have been considered superhuman back in the day when humans were still discovering what magic was and what it could do. "Be careful what you wish for." He ended up responding with a sly smirk.
"Also I believe I most commonly refer to my power as magic." He added.
"That reminds me," Winter leaned forward and rested her forearms on the bar, adding more to her disguise and would much rather not be taking such a lax position if she didn't need to. But she'd rather be stuck with Diam than with any poor fool who tried to woo her into bed. "Your semblance, you said you were going to tell me more about it a few weeks ago."
Diam hummed and nodded his head after drinking more alcohol. "You remembered? My oh my Specialist, I didn't think you'd ever be giving me so much attention."
"It's hard not to when you can teleport, stop bullets in mid-air, send those bullets back, and display nearly indestructible prowess. Not to mention your constant teleportation that seemingly has no limits as to where and when you want to be somewhere." As she listed these things off, Diam's smirk becomes more and more filled with sass and snark. Which added on to her subtle frustration. "And if your answer is that you're the God of Darkness, I'd rather you just lie to me."
"Hah," Diam laughed and clicked his mouth shut. If only the religion of the brother Gods was still practiced today, that would have made convincing her all the more easier. There had to be some prophecy out there that would foretell the return of the Gods somewhere, but it would be a pain to look for it and he felt like if he left Vale for a moment it would catch on fire without his faux form of protection. Which was ironic, considering what he was. "Well… It's difficult to explain either way I put it. It's just easiest to say magic." He was careful with his words as to not lie. He wasn't afraid of Winter finding out what he was since it wasn't like she could do anything about it. But the old magic excuse was getting old and it wouldn't hold up forever. He had half a mind to just transform into his Godly form right in front of her just to prove a point, but that'd suck the fun out of the whole mysterious persona he had going on.
"The easiest way I could explain it is in the form of energy manipulation and control," He eventually said after thinking about it for a moment. Winter's eyebrows perked up with interest and with no visible sign of suspiciousness. Which was the green light for Diam to continue on his little half of a half-truth. "I can do what I do by controlling the energy around me, which flows everywhere in every atom." Being made of pure energy himself, the abilities came naturally to him. "Which after much practice, my brother and I were able to master said abilities, though I am the one who came up with more… creative uses."
"Your brother shares the same abilities?" Winter asked curiously.
"Yes and no," Diam said with a chuckle. "Feel free to ask him whenever you want, it is not my business to talk of my brother's powers." It was an unspoken agreement between the two brothers and a part of Diams begrudging respect for his brother for not ruining his whole vacation idea like he could very easily do with a wave of his hand like they both knew he could. And for Celeste as well he supposed, she deserved some credit in his recent development.
"I see," Winter smirked and nodded her head with understanding. "That certainly helps me understand your powers and why you come off as so powerful."
"Why thank you," Diam smiled at the compliment.
Little did the Specialist know that she was capable of achieving the same feats that he was. Stopping time was something that even he had trouble mastering over the years, and she just did it like it was natural to her. If it weren't for her, this vacation may have become much more boring and uninteresting.
"But it also seems overly destructive," Winter added, making the God in disguise look to her from the corner of her eye. "Even to yourself. I've noticed how you always hide your hands after using your powers."
"Hmph," Diam snorted. Observant of her to notice that, or perhaps observant of the little heiress for noticing his moment of shock at the sight of the skin on his hands being ripped away by the boiling dark energy that resided within his human body. Which was why he held back all the time, he would love to go all out at times and just destroy his opponent, but as powerful as humans can become, their bodies can only contain that power for so long. He reckoned he could destroy his own body — and has already done so before as an experiment — if he got too reckless. He was aware that might become a bit of a problem if his Godly state was seen in public and was somehow recorded and broadcasted to the whole world.
"Is that a hint of concern I hear from you?" Diam asked with a special glint in his eye while not quite denying Winter's statement. "Oh stop, you're going to make me blush that those girls from what the younger boys watch to help suppress their own inferiority complex."
"That is strangely specific," Winter pointed out. "And do not flatter yourself too much, you showed more concern when I was injured earlier."
"And where did you hear that from?" Diam laughed. "You were fine, there was nothing to worry about."
"Oh really?" Winter took on a smirk that seemed out of character from what Diam has gathered from her so far. "My sister says that every time she visited me you were there watching over me, Penny says the same thing, and must I mention the nurse you scared when you teleported into my room?"
"Oh I like this side of you," Diam said in a complete attempt to deflect every bit of what Winter had just said. "Please let it out more, it's going to make things much more interesting if I have to worry about you becoming one of the bad girls."
"Hmph," Winter pulled back and crossed her arms. "Don't mistake my words for interest, you would be a fool to take everything said seriously."
Diam laughed out loud at Winter's expense. She couldn't have said those words without any less embarrassment and he found that hilarious. Even more, so that she seemed completely inexperienced when it came to talking to the opposite sex with any kind of interest besides professionalism or the rare occurrence of friendship.
"Your behavior is becoming most suspicious Specialist," Diam said as he took out his scroll. It dinged the moment he set it out on the bar. "And it seems that the master criminal has finally come through with his side of our agreement, such timing as well. He just saved you from what I call a 'Pro Detective Move'."
"I'm sure he did," Winter rolled her eyes and sighed. "So, where is the paladin that the White Fang stole from Atlas?" She asked in a whisper."
"Hm…" Diam read the text with a curious eye. There were these little yellow faces with various expressions on them that surrounded the normal text and he tried to figure out what they meant. It proved to be a challenge worthy task but by the end of ten seconds he figured out what the criminal and his little mute friend meant. "Some empty warehouse in Western Vale. Address is as it says here." He said as he handed the Specialist the scroll. Winter looked through it and nodded her head with approval, committing the address to memory.
"It seems Roman has successfully proven me wrong if his information here is correct. He has proven to be a valuable asset in the investigation of the White Fang and Cinder Fall." Winter said as she handed the scroll back to her partner.
"So, want to go over there right now?" Diam offered with an excited smile. "I could teleport us over there right now, the faces of the White Fang would be hysterical once they see us suddenly appear right in the middle of them all."
"I can hardly go as I am now," Winter pointed out and gestured to the scampy dress that Junior had her wearing. She didn't like how short the skirt was and the teasing looks and words that the Malachite twins gave her whenever they saw her. It was unbecoming of a Schnee. "Give me time to get my gear on and we can go. Given you keep to your word and not try to take them all at the same time while leaving me to fend for myself again."
"Ugh, you're never going to let me live that down are you?" Diam asked and for the first time showed a sign of irritation, or it might have been frustration.
And also for the first time during this conversation, Winter was the one to give her partner the sly smirk. "I'm afraid not. Now wait here, I'll be back soon."
"Sure, whatever."
Diam teleported away as soon as Winter turned her back.
But not to the warehouse like she would most likely immediately suspect if she was fast enough to change and go back to where he was previously sitting before at the bar. No, he went to Beacon instead, and curiously he stood in the center of a much more empty room than he expected it to be. At first, he thought that he had the wrong room but after seeing the haphazardly built bunk beds that the heiress and her little friends were so adamant about keeping as they were now, he knew that he was in the right room.
He didn't know that they were going to have a girl's night out. Strange, he didn't think that the heiress would be the one to go to party's. Then again, he was the one who was her mentor, so anything could happen on that front.
Also then again, he was a detective and he had nothing better to do. He could sense his brother doing fuck all somewhere on the moon for whatever reason, probably crying in secret because of the fact that he was a terrible teacher and had much to learn despite being the God of Light. And for the fact that he didn't know how to satisfy a woman on top of that surely. So naturally, Diam took it upon himself to find out what the heiress and her team were doing so late at night without telling anyone about their whereabouts beforehand.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he allowed his connection to the heiress that her weapon was the catalyst to help guide him. When he manipulate the metal in Myrtenaster, what came along with his modification was a hint of his dark magic, which in turn made the weapon just a bit stronger. Not too strong, because it would be strange for Weiss to go from a normal huntress in training to suddenly acquiring the power of a speeding train behind each of her attacks. And also acted as a sort of tracking device. That wasn't his intention of course and he didn't really much care about what she did in her free time as long as it wasn't stupid, but she was still his apprentice and he spent a lot of time making sure that she wasn't weak enough to get herself killed while he acted as her bodyguard until she was enrolled into Beacon.
Somewhere in Vale, his senses told him. He could pinpoint exactly where she was, but there was no real point to that since he would just be invading on whatever activity she was doing with her team on their free day. And it would also waste time and he'd rather not get yelled at by his partner again. As amusing as seeing her angry is, there was a point where it stopped being arousing and began getting obnoxious.
"Arf!"
Diam stopped mid-snap and slowly turned to the right.
On the bed where the cat-girl slept, a small ball of black and white fluff that took the shape of some kind of animal looked up at him with curious dark eyes, tilting his head in curiosity as Diam tilted his with just as much confusion. The dog then sniffed the air around him, and unlike all the humans that he has interacted with so far, immediately figured out that something was wrong and began to growl at him.
"You dare use that tone of voice with me?" Diam asked with a sneer as his hands and eyes began to burn with power.
He knew all languages, even that of the dog, and what Zwei just said to him was along the lines of 'Get the fuck off my property you foul beast.' In dog language.
"I created your entire race from a being with no soul because I thought it would annoy my brother and his precious humans, don't you dare think for a moment that I won't un-create you!"
Zwei barked back and snarled.
"Oh really? Why would I believe the words of a dog?"
Zwei panted and barked twice more.
"Hm, I suppose so." Diam sighed and let his power flicker out. "Just keep to yourself and I shall do the same. Agreed?"
Zwei rolled over and showed Diam his belly.
He refused to pet the beast.
"Very well," Diam pinched his fingers together and was about to snap, only stopping when the bathroom door behind him opened up slowly with a creek. Looking behind him, he saw a very shocked ginger girl with green eyes.
"Did… did you just talk to the dog Ruby asked me to babysit!?" Nora ignored the most obvious question about what Diam just did with his powers and ask just the second wonder of the situation.
"I did," Diam smirked as he replied. "And no one will ever believe you." He snapped himself away, leaving Nora to the machinations of her own mind wondering if the man she just saw even existed in the first place or if this was all just a trick of her imagination. Ren always told her that she had an active mind that never stopped, but that was more the ADHD than anything.
"Zwei, speak!" Nora exclaimed to the dog.
Zwei barked back happily.
Nora shriveled sadly as she failed to understand what the dog was trying to say to her.
"What did you do?" Winter asked when he teleported back to the same seat he left just a few minutes earlier. She happened to be waiting for him the entire time he was gone, and there was no explaining himself out of there without telling the truth and only the truth.
"I blew a teenage girl's mind and had an enlightening conversation with a dog," Diam told her while being a hundred percent honest. But of course, Winter narrowed her eyes and him and didn't believe a single word that came out of his mouth.
"I see…" She pretended to believe him as she snapped on the final glove on her right hand. "Well, then I assume that you are ready to go unless you'd rather go and talk to one of the strays outside."
"That is hardly any way to describe faunus Specialist," Diam teased.
"You know that is not what I meant," Winter corrected with mild offense. She sighed explosively when Diam laughed and then placed a hand on his shoulder. "Just take us over there already, there is no reason for us to stay here any longer and I have just about had it up to here with all these fools undressing me with their eyes."
"Very well," Diam brought one hand up beside his head and prepared to snap his fingers. "Let's get this over with then, it's been a while since I last saw some action."
"Excluding the hostage situation just a week ago, of course."
"You understand me too deeply, Specialist."
When he snapped his fingers the same familiar aura of purple energy surrounded the two of them, and the warehouse that Roman sent them the address of was already in shambles before they even got there. The White Fang were in panic and this time not because of him, and a giant mechanized battle suit crashed through the wall to the outside just a few seconds after they teleported.
Winter looked at him suspiciously.
"It wasn't me!" Diam exclaimed in his defense. "I didn't do it this time, that is the truth!"
"And I am supposed to believe that?" Winter asked, gesturing to the panicking White Fang members packing everything they had into trucks and driving off into the night with worse skill than he had when driving.
"In my defense, I would be making them much more scared than this." Diam pointed out.
"And why is it that I am so easy to believe you there?" Winter sighed.
"Because you love me?" Diam proposed.
"Don't push it," Winter sternly glared at him before looking around to the rest of the building. The White Fang either didn't notice them or didn't care. If anything, it made them start moving faster as to not get caught out by them alone. Not that Winter would try and stop them anyway, the only thing they seemed to be moving were themselves and supplies, with them not being stupid enough to bring any dust with them, there was little reason in going after unarmed members of the White Fang. It would only cause a scandal that way.
"Ah, there she is!" Diam took Winter by one shoulder and guided her over to where Neo was sitting playing a game on her scroll on the stage where Roman was guessed to be standing a few minutes prior. Upon noticing them, Neo looked up and smiled, hiding her scroll under her butt as they approached her.
"So, what happened?" Diam asked the mute.
Neo put a finger on her chin and put up an act like she was thinking on how to answer. Before finally moving her hands around in wide and wild gestures in a form of communication that Winter has never seen before nor did she know how to understand it. Her partner though was able to somehow understand what Neo was trying to say with her body and gestures. Because of course, he was.
"I see," Diam hummed. "That may be problematic."
"What is it?" Winter asked.
"It seems like your sister and her team decided to ambush this place all on their own, and they were influenced by Blake. The catgirl I told you about before. And are now running away from the paladin being piloted by Torchwick in an attempt to draw him away and destroy the machine." Diam explained.
Winter stared at him with wide eyes. "My sister is out there? And you got that all from watching… whatever it was that she did?"
"Of course I did," Diam shrugged his shoulders as if it wasn't a problem at all. "I was wondering what the heiress was doing so late at night, hm, I feel like I should be disappointed in her as her mentor but I am so very proud of her."
"Late at night? Proud of her?" Winter fumed. "It's two in the morning and she could very well be getting herself killed as we speak! We have to go help them right now!"
"Is it too late to mention that there are two other boys with them?" Diam asked as Winter started running off toward the giant hole in the wall that Roman and his paladin created just a few seconds ago. "I guess so," He added when Winter jumped out the hole, apparently forgetting that he could literally just teleport to them whenever he wanted. "So, he is actually trying to kill them?" He asked Neo as he straightened up his outfit.
Neo giggled silently and shook her head.
"Thought so," Diam chuckled. Roman knew that the heiress was held in some value in his eyes, and knowing how powerful he was, would never attempt to try and harm her with the intent to kill. He waved at Neo as he prepared to follow the Specialist out and onto the nearby bridge that was teaming with speeding drivers and unreliable traffic laws. Which made for a perfect night to paint the town…
Neo waved back and he knew that she would show up even without Diam telling her to. She and Roman were a two in one package, you couldn't get one without the other and if by chance one of those two stopped working, the other would malfunction and become useless. In simpler terms, Roman dead bad make Neo angry, she follow him to grave if girl must.
Really, it was a wonder even to the God of Darkness what those two really were to each other. But he had worse things to worry about at the moment, for instance, he was currently sprinting at high speeds in order to catch up to the Specialist and make his way through the highway on the bridge before him. After some important research, it was distinguished that yes, huntsman and huntresses were very fast. Not faster than a car mind you, but fast enough that it wouldn't surprise anyone if they were faster than a car. Taking the easiest route, he ran through many alleyways and then jumped onto the roof of a speeding car heading over the bridge, and then hopped to the one in front of it, and so on and so forth. He saw Winter doing the same in front of him further down, and then she even commandeered a motorcycle after knocking some poor fool off. Sadly, she saved him by creating an anti-gravity glyph before he made for an interesting stain on the pavement.
Chuckling, Diam increased his speed and jumped onto the back seat of the motorcycle, crouching down as his tail of his outfit flapped in the wind. "I think we're headed the right way!" He shouted out the obvious as they sped past one of many flipped cars in a pileup. "How are any of them still alive?" He wondered out loud as he failed to see or sense any signs of death. Really, it was confusing enough.
"I don't know but we are almost there! I see the blonde one that my sister often complains to me about." Winter said as she pulled down on the throttles and further increased the speed of the motorcycle.
"Which one?" Diam looked over her shoulder and saw the unmistakable golden head of blonde hair that was Yang, the girl that was afraid of him for some time, and then there was another blonde one. A boy this time, doing the same thing they were doing earlier and jumping from car to car. Why anyone decided it was okay to keep driving next to all that action was beyond him. It was almost like they wanted Torchwick to throw them off the bridge. "Ah, ah, nevermind." He said as the blonde monkey boy and his blue-haired friend were thrown off the bridge. "Just the one."
"Go save them," Winter told him as she drove near the edge of the bridge.
"Must I really?" Diam asked indignantly. "I think they'll be fine, they have aura after all."
Winter stared at him from over her shoulder.
"Geez, fine, ruin all the fun why don't you," Diam said as he prepared to jump off the bridge, but stopped when a very loud crashing sound exploded from behind them. He looked over his shoulder to see Roman in the paladin and all the other girls falling off of the bridge and down to a big open area that was marked for some construction some time ago. Another sound of a crash sounded out from beneath the next, along with a very large explosion of dust.
"I'll make this quick then," Diam sighed as he jumped off of the bridge as Winter sped toward the other side of the bridge and ramped off another car to jump over the guard rail.
"Let's do this team!" Ruby shouted as her entire team formed up around her. "Remember our team attacks!"
"Look, can we do this another time?" Roman from inside the mech called out to the girls before him. "Like, not in the middle of a wide ass open plane that for some reason has absolutely nothing on it? You see, my boss sorta ordered me not to touch a single hair on your pretty little heads and I don't feel like angering him because you girls are too stubborn to give up."
"From the way I see it, you're the one too stubborn to surrender," Blake called out.
"Girl I'm in a giant mech!" Roman shouted back. "What do you think would win a fight? A giant mech or four young teenage girls!?"
"Let's find out!" Yang screamed as she clashed her fists together and activated her semblance. Roman sighed audibly through the many microphones that the paladin had in its systems and went on to do his best to avoid Team RWBY's many team attacks and combos that would have taken out any other person if they weren't ready for it. And if their team leader didn't shout out very obvious color-coded team attack names every team any of the girls made to try and attack him. Really, it would have been pretty easy taking them all out, but the lingering thought of what would happen to him if one of them — or worse, the heiress — got hurt because of him stopped him from pressing all the pretty red buttons that were scattered around the entire inside of the cockpit before him.
The one that said 'Self-destruct' really sung to him at the moment. Maybe he'd be able to escape all the punishment if there wasn't anything left of him to punish in the first place.
The girls really did prove to be annoying as time went on sadly. He couldn't simply defend himself forever and he also couldn't attack them out of fear of punishment. So he kept dancing around the best he could with the paladin and never lashed out at any of them. He intended to tire them out, but the girls were in the prime of their life and huntresses in training. They weren't going to get tired anytime soon and honestly, they were going to probably outlast the battery or fuel that runs the paladin either way.
The one time he did lash out it was at the blonde one, Yang. Since he knew no one really gave a shit about her besides the three other girls around her. But apparently she had some kind of absorbing semblance that transformed all the damage she took into power. Which was just dandy.
One thing lead to another, and then his mech was destroyed. How he was somehow still in one piece was beyond him. But with a sigh, he stood up and drew out his cane. If he was going to go down, it wouldn't be without a fight.
"Here I come!" Yang shouted at the top of her lungs as she charged at him with reckless abandon. Behind her was Ruby getting ready to snipe his head off, the heiress getting ready to slow him down with her glyphs, and the little cat girl to tie him up in her ribbon once the other three were done with him.
"Whelp, it was a good run." He said to himself with a snicker.
"Who says that it ends here?" A voice asked him.
"Me." He shrugged in response.
It took a second for him to realize that the voice didn't come from his mind like he previously thought it did. He opened his eyes again and only saw purple. Looking up he saw more purple in the form of eyes looking down at him, and then across from him was Yang looking shocked as her powerful attack was blocked so easily by the man she must have assumed was her ally.
"I'm afraid not, dear Roman," Diam said as he threw away Yang by her fist. "I still have use for you yet, so you shall not fall here tonight."
"Oh thank god…" Roman was relieved.
"You're welcome," The God in disguise replied.
"Mentor!?" Weiss called out to him in a mixture of shock and betrayal. "What are you doing here, and defending him of all people!"
"Heiress do you not remember who my inside man is?" Diam asked her as if it should have been obvious for her to know the answer already. Then turned to face all the four girls and revealing that he had Sun and Neptune draped across his shoulders. Sun waved at them with a silly smile on his face while Neptune looked like he was going to pass out.
"Oh shoot," Yang winced at the sight of them. "I forgot they were with us for a second there."
"Oh…" Weiss suddenly remembered something. "I-I see."
"You see," Diam agreed. "And where is the Specialist? I thought she'd be here already."
"The Specialist?" Ruby and Blake echoed at the same time.
"Hey, you think you can do the teleport thing you do for me again?" Roman whispered to him as he hid half of his body behind the much more powerful man. "The cat girl keeps staring at me and not in a hot way."
"Cat girl is probably underage, Roman." Diam pointed out in a whisper. "And not just yet, the Specialist probably wants to share some words with you since you seemed to think it was a great idea to take a giant mechanized battle suit-"
"Paladin."
"And take it out for a nice night of destroying bridges. Also shut up."
"Wait, Mister Grimm, Roman is one of the good guys?" Ruby asked with a dumbfounded expression on her face.
Diam shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, why not?"
Winter and her motorcycle fell from the sky about ten meters away from where Diam and Roman were standing. Sun jumped so hard that he fell off of Diam's shoulders and took Neptune with him, and curiously Diam turned to face his partner with a raised eyebrow.
"And where were you?"
Winter stood up with a frustrated expression as she dusted herself off. "I got stuck on one of the loose cables of the bridge." She admitted sorely as she flashed her aura to heal the bruises she had on her body. "I was hanging there the entire time these fools were fighting!"
All of Team RWBY and even Torcwick winced at her clearly frustrated tone.
"Hey, so," Sun started as he stood up. "Are we good to go then? It looks like everything has been handled already."
"Oh yes, you can go," Diam replied happily and snapped his fingers. Engulfing Sun and Neptune in a sphere of energy that sent them both back to Beacon where Diam guessed the probably lived. "And let me guess, it was the cat girl's idea wasn't it?"
"Yes," Ruby, Yang, and Weiss admitted all at the same time. The only one who rejected was, of course, Blake, who scowled at her teammates in response and crossed her arms indignantly.
"You girls made a foolish error tonight," Winter began her scolding. "Roman here is an informant of ours, and he even told us where the stolen paladin was tonight. We were going to apprehend it and send it back to Atlas where it belongs, but I suppose that is no longer possible, is it?"
Team RWBY all looked away from the Specialist and the pile of wreck that was the paladin that they had just destroyed. It didn't occur to them until now just how expensive the machine really was, and that made it even worse for them.
"Now, what do you have to say for yourselves?" Winter asked next, and from over her shoulder Roman peeked over and stuck his tongue out at them. Only to get backhanded in the face by Winter. Just because he was an informant didn't mean they were friends, and he quickly realized that as he held his bruised nose.
"Sorry…" Ruby said it first as she held her hands and scythe behind her back and kicked at a pebble beneath her feet apologetically. Her teammates followed, all doing the same thing and feeling bad for what they had just done.
"Good, now go home young ones," Diam said as he waved at them happily. "No teleporting tonight, you get to think about what you've done the entire walk."
"Yes mentor…"
"Yes Mister Grimm…"
The girls all grouped back up and started walking away. Leaving behind a very satisfied Diam and a very annoyed Winter as they turned around and saw Roman with a smug look on his face despite the bruise on his nose, and Neo clapping her hands excitedly behind him as she walked up. Apparently having watched the entire thing.
"Good job tonight Roman," Diam said as he patted him on the head like he was some kind of pet. "And to you as well Neo," Neo smirked at him as he ruffled her hair up a bit.
"Why are you congratulating them?" Winter asked. "It's a miracle that dozens of innocents aren't dead tonight!"
"Did anyone even get hurt tonight?" Diam countered.
"W-well…" Winter glared at Roman.
"Nope," Roman smirked smugly. "Not a soul."
"And there you have it." Diam placed his hand on Winter's shoulder. "Mission accomplished, let's go home now and wait for something else exciting to happen."
"..." Winter sighed and nodded her head. Deflated, and defeated.
"Bye!" Roman waved as the two teleported away back to The Darkness. "What a pair those two are, eh Neo?"
Neo made a gesture to Roman and hugged her own shoulders.
"Yeah, they'd be adorable together." Roman snorted. "Let's get out of here now, I have enough bad news to tell Cinder as it is and it's miracle enough that there's no cameras around here. Huh, how convenient."
"Yes," Celeste huffed as she dropped a whole pile of wires and cameras on the floor of the roof she was standing on. Having ripped them all out with great speed as to assist the God of Darkness on his vacation and not have the entire event that just unfolded recorded for the whole world to see. "Convenient. Lord, what would any of you do without me?"
Now that was a returning chapter and a half. As you could probably tell, this was plain fun for me to write. Reminder, this story is supposed to be comedic and not really should be taken all that seriously. That was how the story started and I try to keep it that way, similar to the classic Lucifer show on Netflix. Of course, I'm going to slip up sometimes and create some serious moments, and there has to be some for some of the plans that I have in store for this story. But keep in mind that I am just having fun with this story at the moment. If there are mistakes, who gives a shit, it's fanfiction(Joking please don't hurt my feelings). All I gotta do for this story is to be funny and know what I want to do for each chapter.
Not that I don't have to try hard for each chapter. I have a whole joke book memorized for DG so I can keep it funny. I was going to use a few here, but I wanna keep some for later chapters.
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