Cold, dead, silent; the three words to best describe the grimm lands. Even when a spawn pool flurries forth another batch of creatures from darkness, there is always a silence that follows soon after. Nothing here lives for long, the land is charred and marred with the thick veins of grimm essence that coarse across the landscape. Ruins dot the barren landscape, relics of a bygone area far too ancient for any to remember. And yet, there were two who did. To the knowledge of a very select few, at the heart of the grimm lands stands a keep, far too small to be considered a castle, yet far too large to be classified as a manor. It was constructed high above a basin overlooking a plateau marked with countless spawn pools. A defense mechanism, to be sure, but one that has long outlived its usage. Centuries prior, they did indeed serve a purpose…however, now, it was merely a deterrent.
Within the keep, sitting idly atop a wooden throne, decorated on all sides with jewels and artifacts of unknown origins; a deathly pale woman ponders silently. She sits alone, the faint hue of the candles above shone just enough for her to see the pathway towards her seat from the doors. With her head tilted just enough to lay against her left palm, her right hand rested idly on the armrest of the throne, tapping inaudibly. She was in no way anticipating the conversation that would follow, however, with the current shift in events, certain doubts needed to be laid to rest.
Salem kept her eye focused on the doorway, only occasionally glancing towards the glass windows to her right, overlooking the consistent spawn of grimm emerging from the pools and soon after running amok towards…well, who knew where.
It was faint at first, but she took note of a pair of footsteps growing increasingly audible. Her body shifts, composing itself to a more regal form. A familiar routine, though, her mind momentarily drifted to a time were the steps that one echoed in her halls were scampering feet. However, those days have long since passed, replaced by the impending inevitability of what she was. With a quick sigh, she fixed her ebony robe, sat straight, and awaited what was to come. Her crimson eyes prepared to meet whatever would come to face her.
And as the doors opened, her stoic demeanor only stiffened as a single hooded figure stepped inside, taking a few steps forward, bowing once it was a few feet apart before speaking. "My lady, Fall has arrived." Her voice hoarse, and her arm sleeves cut from the upper arm and sewn to mend the tear, a clear indication of this individual's missing limbs.
The door was slightly ajar, and from where she sat her vision made out a face she was less than eager to see at the moment. "Has she now?" She muttered; a slight tint of bitterness reverberated in her tone. Regardless, she nodded gently, gesturing the unknown forward.
The woman who entered was of fair skin, shoulder-length raven hair, smoldering ember eyes. A form fitting red dress that clung tightly to each curve, contrary to the small bits of jewelry that barely hung over her wrists. Behind her was a posse of two, fairly young, though, not exactly imposing individuals who followed just as hesitantly as the woman towards the throne.
Hesitantly, Fall bowed, her head rising soon after just enough for her eyes to meet the gaze of the immortal sitting before her. The armless one, though shown to visibly struggle at first, stood up and stepped lightly aside.
There were no words spoken, silence prevailed once more as the sounds of footsteps ceased. It didn't last long, the doors slammed shut behind them, causing the two children to jump.
Of course, Salem's eyes were focused on the ravenette before her. The expectation of what she would return with was not met. And as such, it left the Queen of Grimm in a rather bitter mood.
"Cinder." Her voice betrayed her inner sentiment, crimson orbs focused on faintly shivering embers as Salem leaned forward. "You failed." A fact, to be sure. She wasn't looking for objections; she wouldn't hear them. Rather, the intent for this meeting was to ascertain whether one of her loyal lieutenants was still of use to her.
She nodded.
"I see…how…disappointing." Cinder's eyes shifted, in her mind a thousand planned excuses and please came to mind, and she would've voiced them had the immortal not intervened, stopping he amber-eyed woman as her mouth opened for a retort. "There is no need for your excuses, I've already been informed."
Cinder felt her eyes lock back unto the immortal woman, though the candles barely brought any light to the room, the pyro woman could see…something shifting behind the queen. Now, it might've been her imagination, but if she focused more on the space behind Salem, she could've sworn she'd felt eyes on her. Not simply from her queen, but in some odd sensation, the stares felt as though they were coming from around the room. From within the shadows themselves.
A slight whimpering noise brought Cinder's half-hearted gaze to the armless servant. The hooded creature was trembling lightly, her knees wobbling ever so faintly. It must've sensed it too. And whatever was present, it unnerved the servant.
"If I may ask, my lady, how?" Her voice was lined with a level of uncertainty, a fear of the possibility her failure would not be tolerated. And if it was, then the eyes of the Grimm Queen were far reaching indeed, to be able to receive word of any failure from her cabal.
"You may ask, or you may plead; the answer remains the same." Salem rose from her seat, her patience waning as the conversation furthered along, meaninglessly. With each echoing step she took, the subjects before her trembled, none more so than the protégé she had tasked with to acquire a certain power that would've given their side an edge over a long-standing conflict. However, as it stands, with Cinder's failure; their enemies were now aware of the intended targets, which makes the paths going forward all the more treacherous. "You, however, should not trouble yourself with matters of which do not concern you. Rather, I would much prefer to comprehend how you and your…" Salem's crimson pupils glossed over the younglings, showing vague interest in the rabble the Fall woman picked up along her travels. "…posse, were bested on an ambush that, by the accounts I was given; should've garnered you an easy victory."
"I…" Cinder tried to voice her thoughts, and yet again she was cut off.
"To top it all off, the maiden will surely be returned to Ozpin, and with it, his inner circle will quickly round up the remaining maidens and attempt to hide them from us. Fruitless as the endeavor will be it will require us to waste time…time otherwise spent on more tactical plays." She leaned closer, he face mere inches apart from her follower. "You gave me your word, Cinder. What am I to make of it now, with this failure?" Salem leaned away slightly, seemingly attempting to peer into through the woman as she haphazardly took a step back.
Given a moment to regain her footing, both physically and mentally, Cinder stood rigid, her eyes narrowed enough to display her own determination, yet not enough to be considered hostile. Remembering the incident in question, or to be more precise, the pest who came in at the last second and foiled her plans. One of Ozpin's more useful pawns as of late, though lacking in subtlety, more than made up for it in efficiency.
"The maiden did not leave unscathed, her life hangs by a thread. Ozpin will not risk having her far from him where she could expire at any given moment. The Fall maiden will be in Beacon, which coincidentally aligns itself in favor with the plan to lay the academy to waste." Her voice carried with it a tint of vigor as she delved further into the prospect of recovering for her failure.
And yet, Salem's expression remained stoic, unaffected by her words. Within a span of a few seconds, any remnant of Cinder's pride diminished, giving way for a meek girl once more as she bowed her head and awaited whatever judgement came forth from her mistress.
"I know." The sounds of rustling fabric made the maiden candidate flinch, more so when the sounds of heels clacked against the stone floor, growing ever distant from her. "Ozpin might be arrogant and brash…but he is no fool. If he is hiding her, and it will be in Vale, one would think he would choose to hide a being of untold power somewhere unexpected….then again, I'm probably giving him too much credit." As she reached her throne, Salem's fingers brushed against the armrest of the throne, gliding gently over the surface before giving her occupants a half-hearted glance. "I wish to know if I was wrong in gifting you with the Fall maiden's power." The effects of her words showed, Cinder visibly recoiled, eyes bulged as her mistress' head turned away from her. "Perhaps I must search again for a worthy candidate."
"NO!" A barely restrained cry of defiance, masked with it in a level of uncertainty and fear.
Salem turned her head slowly; an unamused stare was met with a fiery gaze from her pupil.
"I will go to Vale, I will destroy the huntsmen academy, take the maiden's power; and when all is said and done, I will mount Ozpin's head on a pike for all to see."
A touch too overdramatic for her liking, but this newfound will of determination would do, if only until she could find a secondary candidate should Cinder fail once again. Still, Salem could not allow this operation in Vale to go on unchecked, and her eyes were needed elsewhere. There weren't many candidates to choose from to oversee the operation in her stead, and those from the roster were less than ideal. they'd either disregard Cinder, or they'd most likely kill her without a second thought. A fun sight that would be, but she needed the girl alive.
Then again, he would do nicely. Calm, patient, and rational; every acronym that was the opposite of what he was meant to be. And considering the assignment he'd been given, working alongside Cinder shouldn't prove too challenging…she hoped.
Yet, with Cinder and her entourage compromised, they'd need a fresh face to delve into the academy itself. Again, a good reason to enlist him, but there was a level of uncertainty when it came to sending any of her own anywhere near Ozpin.
Of course, with one of her own in the academy, there was no one to keep an eye on Cinder or her connections in the city. She needed two sets of eyes, at least until the Vytal festival.
"Yes, you will." Salem's eyes wandered, catching a glimpse of the armless one before shifting away. "But on my terms." Cinder showed confusion, her eyes glanced over to her subordinates before turning to her mistress. "Calamity."
The armless one jumped, ever so. Turning her body to face the queen of grimm with a slightly hesitant gaze.
"She will accompany you." The small posse of humans glanced over to the armless servant that led them in, silent and haunting, small too. Judging from the rasping in her voice it was possible she was not accustomed to speech, and with her size; they could easily assume her to be a growth-stunted human. "She will be my eyes and ears, through her you will contact me should a problem arise, and through her you will meet with a second contact sent to Vale ahead of you. A more competent agent." She stressed the last few words rather harshly. Without giving Cinder a moment to dwell in anger, Salem approached her once more, leaning in ever so much that the pyro woman leaned backwards, intending to keep further away from the malice radiating from her mistress. "Know this, Cinder…I will be watching you closely this time around. First, and foremost..." She gestured to Calamity. "She is not to engage in any form of combat alone, you will not remove her from your vision unless she is being watched by someone of trust…and if…if any harm comes to her, whilst in your care…" A malicious aura began emanating from the grimm queen, tendrils of pure grimm essence formed, flailing lightly around her as her eyes narrowed. "There is no crevice on Remnant where I will not find you." Seeing the full effects of her threat, and fully pleased with the outcome, Salem then turned her body away, waving her hand off. "That will be all."
It took a moment, a good one at that, for the humans to recover themselves and trot slowly away, the weight of the queen's words still echoing in their subconscious as the armless one followed closely behind.
"Not you." Calamity stopped, the humans did as well, if only after opening the doors. Upon seeing the little one approach the queen, they hurried off, intent on avoiding the queen for any given reason.
It took a few seconds before the small trotting of leather sandals stopped at the foot of the steps to the throne. Once the doors had closed, the queen turned.
Her expression had softened, eyes that were once brimming with malice and ill intent were now radiating a sense of nurture and maternity. "Come closer." The armless one did so, taking head to watch each taken step before stopping a step away from the queen.
As gently as she could, Salem's hands reached up, removing the girl's hood to reveal that of a child, barely about to enter her teens. Her hair was a chestnut brown with, cut at a length just barely reaching her chin. The top of her hair was tied back, whilst the sides flowed freely down. From the patch of hair tied back, the roots revealed a milky white tint of hair, making it apparent what her natural color was. Skin deathly pale, similar to the queens, yet still retaining a sense of life to it. Eyes a regal shade of gold, and the faintest detail of bags under said eyes.
She stood just barely over at level with Salem's chest. A child, to be sure.
The queen's hands brushed her hair, firstly, gently gliding her fingers through the little one's locks before gently cupping her cheek. Upon doing so, her softened expression faltered, as to be expected given to where she was to be sending this little one soon.
To any other, what she would do next would be seen as incomprehensible, for this little one, she would do it if it only to bring her comfort.
She kneeled down, hovering just slightly below eye level. "As I said, you will be my eyes and ears from here on out. I expect you to stay out of Ozpin's, and his inner cirlce's, eyes, understand?"
Calamity nodded. "Y-yes, I do. But…" Her voice remained raspy, though, there was a slight hitch in her tone as she addressed the queen of grimm.
"But?"
The little one's eyes glanced around, no longer feeling the same malicious essence she felt when the humans were in the room. "Are you sure it's a good idea to have me out in the field? Why not any of my aunties or mother? Why not anyone? Why me?"
To which, Salem's features softened once more. "Truth be told, I would rather have you here, at my side. But the promised day will soon be upon us; everyone must play their part. And, when Cinder does encounter the agent, I'd prefer it if you were the mediator, lest I actually have to put an effort into procuring another maiden candidate. That girl has promise, but she tends to run her mouth, and given who she could've been working with; the outcome would have us burying a good portion of followers. Besides…" A faint grin tugged at her lips as she rose. "I doubt highly Ozpin or any of his little pets will think to look towards a child being in any way connected to us. Much less one that presents no visible ability to pose a threat in any regard. That being said, I also do not trust Cinder to watch over you for an extended period of time, therefor, once you've made contact with the second agent, you will remain at his side for the duration of his assignment in Vale. It shouldn't be too long, his mission will be over once he procures a…certain misguided soul. Once all is said and done, you will return here, to me. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Calamity responded, watching calmly as her grandmother walked towards her throne once more, resting comfortably atop it before attempting to ask. There were many questions that ringed within the small one's mind, none more so than what could be going through the queen's head that would have her come to the conclusion "And who is it I will be meeting with?" Her mind conjured either the mad faunus the queen had picked up some years prior, or mayhaps the giant painless one who often doted on her. Not a talkative one, but both were monumentally better company than the 'doctor'.
"My fury." Whereas most humans would see it as a threat, or assume an agent that the queen of darkness would so aptly name him after a certain trait; they would be correct. Not wholly, but enough. However, Calamity's eyes seemingly brightened, her shoulders rose as she seemed much more motivated to carry on this particular task. "Is that clear enough?" There was no malice in her tone, but rather, a sense of teasing and giddiness as she watched the little one nod her head.
With a subtle, yet mirthful, nod the queen gestured the little one to leave as well. With her body turned away, Salem could only hear the little one's footsteps scurry across the tile floor, slowly opening the doors, by means only the queen was aware of yet a mystery to others, hurrying to her quarters to prepare herself for the oncoming journey.
Once the doors closed, the queen was left alone once more. On any normal occasion, she would never even consider the thought of sending Calamity anywhere that wasn't at her side…however, in regards to her plans, some changes needed to be made. Cinder's failure to procure the maiden's power the first time around would not be forgotten, but her punishment would depend on how her mission in Vale concludes in.
One look at the child, and at first glance one would easily disregard her as nothing more than a liability, however, she has proven long ago that is further from the truth. Then again, that could be said about all of her...kin.
Reaching into her right sleeve, the queen of darkness procured a modern scroll, assured beforehand the security of the communication allowed for instant, albeit codded, conversations with specific agents in the field. As her fingers danced across the screen, the queen felt herself flinch, steadying her breathing as she felt a familiar presence.
"Dearest Mother~" Salem's eyes shifted upward, her head tilting just enough to see the darkened ceiling contort. What the dimly lit candles were supposed to shine over, were somehow shrouded in absolute pitch black. And from them, several eye lids split open, the entirety of the ceiling seemingly gazing down at her.
A small grin tugged at the queen's lips whilst her eyes gazed upon her first born, her greatest pride. "Hello dear, what news from Mistral?"
There was a faint rumble, almost akin to an audible chuckle. "The cowardly headmaster remembers his place; he will do as you command."
Music to her ears, gazing down to her scroll with a mirthful grin, she tapped on the send icon, and placed the device back into her sleeve. "Good." The pieces in Mistral would play their part, and she was free to move this one to her next mission.
Allowing herself a moment to relish in this sliver of good fortune, Salem walked over to the glass window, gazing down at the grimm pools as the creatures of darkness emerged with each passing second. So far, all was playing out according to plan, now, the rest would remain on the agent she sent to Vale. With the success of that procurement, the coming days would seem relatively breezy.
Still, it didn't mean an absolute victory, but it would make the outcome all the more favorable. For now, all she could do was wait for word from him.
An explosion erupts at the center courtyard of Beacon, not grand enough to merit concern, but enough to garner the attention of a few passersby. A red mist clouded the area beside fountain, those nearby either scurried off, or took in what just occurred before they too rushed away. Only two stayed behind, watching with intrigue as the smoke finally cleared, revealing a white-themed girl shouting whilst shaking a leaking vial at a young brunette.
"You absolute dolt, this is exactly what I was talking about! Do you even know how much these vials cost?" Or so the conversation went. It continued onwards just as, a one-sided shouting match, ended only after the white-haired one huffed and walked away. An upper class one, no mistaking it, her tone and poise reeked of a posh upbringing and a lack of care for how others would react to her words. It didn't take long for her to run out of wind and walk away, surprising as it was, but it gave one of the onlookers a chance to approach.
He wasn't aware how or by what providence the brunette found herself tumbling on to the floor, faintly amusing as it was. Stopping just a few feet away, the unknown extended an arm towards the still confused girl.
"Hello there, do you need a hand by chance?"
Upon meeting the owner of the hand outreached to her, the young one's eyes immediately latched on to his attire. A single sword strapped to his waist, the steel itself resembled something akin to a hybrid between a rapier and regular blade, and a crest hand guard. A matching blue overcoat and pants, black boots, and a traditional yellow fourragere on the right of his chest. Though excessively tall, for normal human standards, she also took notice of his clean cut blond hair, combed back and with a duly noted shaved face. He bore a welcoming smile, something she whole-heartedly needed at the moment. But upon seeing his face clearly once her eyes adjusted to the sun's shine, she noted an eye patch over his left eye.
*Ahem.* She broke from her stupor, silver eyes meeting a single calm ocean blue orb. "I asked if you needed a hand."
"O-o-o-oh, y-yes, thank you." She took it, with a swift motion she found herself on her feet quite fast. Taking a moment to dust herself off, she turned her gaze to meet the blond, only to find herself having to tilt her head upwards. He wasn't as tall as when she saw him from her comfy position on the stone slab, but he was still noticeably tall. And the way he stood, the ambiance radiating off him screamed order and coordination; military, if you wanted to be technical. Though, taking a closer look at his attire, the brunette was almost instantly intrigued by the outdated uniform.
"Miss?" Once again, the brunette was forced from her thoughts as the unknown was gazing at her with a mild stoic expression.
"Ah! I'm sorry." She quickly stood straight and saluted, which, considering she wanted to be a huntress and had the old government still been around, would've been seen as normal. Though, as it stood now…
The blond chuckled heartily, waving at her to cease. "There, there now. There's no need for that, Miss…?"
A small embarrassed meep escaped her lips as she extended her own hand outward. "Ruby. Ruby Rose."
He took hers, a faint smirk remained on his lips. "Jaune Arc." Once she had let go, the blond tilted his head, which in a way, somewhat ticked off Ruby. "Are you sure you're alright, that was quite the explosion just now."
The girl reacted in the way one would expect, waving her hands around and professing it to be an accident. "It was an accident, an accident! I swear I didn't mean to blow up like that."
Jaune's smile remained, though, his eye did peer towards the noticeable crater in the courtyard. "Well, given the fact the one in white was waving around a leaking vial of dust, I would say the explosion was indeed an accident, however, what occurred next was entirely on you." She stopped, looking to him with a look of confusion commonly found on children not understanding why they'd been accused of a wrongdoing. "You should've reprimanded her for doing something so dangerous. That explosion wouldn't have happened if she had been more careful with the equipment she accused you of mishandling."
For some odd reason, Ruby felt a tinge of embarrassment whilst being somewhat scolded by the blond. "I didn't want to make her angrier than she already was." She replied meekly.
Jaune's smile disappeared, almost instantly. "Given the circumstance, I doubt you could've regained any form of pleasantry with her. Of course, rather than irk her, if worded right, you could've made her face humility and only faintly damaged your repertoire." The blond placed folded his arms behind his back, his back straightened to emphasize his height, towering a good ways over her. "Still, you didn't further agitate her ego, so I suppose the pacifist route allowed us a moment of peace and quiet again."
She giggled, faintly. Though, her rigid form still showed her nervous state being around what she assumed to be an actual military personnel on campus.
*ding*
Both eyes fell towards the blond's chest, one of the pouches in his coat luminated with the indication of an incoming message. Jaune's expression morphed, his eyes narrowed as he reached in and retrieved the device. Without missing a beat, after seeing the contact name and the few words in the message, a warm smile wormed its way on the blond's lips.
'You ok?" Came the curious voice peeking at him from just below his chest. It took the blond a moment to realize his free hand had been gripping the hilt of his sword. Relaxing his grip, Jaune returned his scroll to its place and smiled reassuringly at the young Rose. "Of course, just a little message from family." He chuckled off, gesturing her to follow him, which she did, as he made his tread towards the school. All the while his eye was locked on to the tower overlooking the campus. A silhouette was vaguely made out from the observation deck overlooking the oncoming collective of potential hunters.
"Um..." The bond's head turned downwards to the young teen beside him. "Do you know where the lecture hall is?"
To which, Jaune pointed towards a pair of opened doors with potential students piling in. With a quick paced walk, the two were able to reach the hall before a staff member closed the doors. The room was grand, holding in it a good portion of candidates set on protecting their world from the creatures of darkness. The sounds of overlapping conversations were abundant, haughty laughter and hushed gossips were seemingly echoing. Both Ruby and Jaune stood at the doorway, the small one appearing less than inclined to remain here with the abundance of people packed into a room. The blond...seemed, passive. His eye scoped the room, eyeing each of the initiates, their gear, and names if he could make out any.
"Ruby!" A voice called out amongst the crowd. The two turned their heads towards another blonde waving excitedly at the small teen. "I saved you a spot."
A smirk grew across Ruby's lips as she waved back. "That's my sister, "I'll catch you later." She waved farewell to the blond whilst making treads toward her sibling. Jaune waved as well, if only half-heartedly. Once Ruby was well far from him, his eyes drifted to the stage, where the headmaster was set to make his welcoming speech...again. Loathing the idea of having to sit through the ordeal, Jaune turned to leave, but was caught off guard, if only momentarily by a body walking up behind him. There was a small yelp as the unknown fell backwards unto their flank, caught quite clearly off guard by the sudden impact.
It was a red-headed girl, dawning brass-themed armor, old Mistrilian style. Just by those traits alone, she was instantly recognizable, however...
While the teen recovered from the head-ringing daze, a hand came into view. She glanced upwards, seeing the smiling face of a blond boy offering her a hand. "It would seem you Valens have a habit of tumbling down. Would you care for a hand?"
The teen stared awkwardly at him for a moment before she fell into a momentary giggle fit. "I would appreciate one, thank you." Upon grasping her, he hoisted her up with nary a problem, though, she appeared rather taken aback by his strength. It was a fleeting moment of shock before being replaced by a faint smile. "But I'm actually from Mistral."
Jaune feigned a look of embarrassment, bowing ever so slightly, massaging at the back of his neck whilst his smile crooked. "I see, pardon my assumption. I'm not from any of the kingdoms so i tend to confuse folks. I hope you will accept my humblest apologies, miss...?"
He noticed it, hard not to, a certain gleam shone in her eye as he showed no sign of recognizing her. A tad odd, but a bit intriguing. "Pyrrha Nikos."
The blond's smile straightened, as did his back while is hand extended towards her. "Jaune Arc." She took his hand, almost eagerly. A person to show joy in the prospect of someone not knowing who they were, that was not a first, but it was an interesting notion to ponder over considering who this individual was.
The initiates were almost instantly silenced, the sudden lack of noise drove the blond to gaze towards the microphone. Walking towards it, pacing as calm and slow as ever was the headmaster of Beacon. The blond felt his eye twitching with each second his eye had to remain on the old man. He gave the champion a small bow before walking towards the door, ignoring her faint reminder that the headmaster would be speaking. He didn't need to hear it, after all, there were other more important matters at play.
'A silver-eyed warrior...and the champion is here as well.' A melancholy smirk grazed the blond's lips as he paced further into the academy. 'Hmm, perhaps this will be an auspicious year after all.'
Sleep alludes me, as it has for well over a millennia. To which, I have you to thank for. I had always considered the approaches I took, the steps that were necessary to achieve an ultimatum. There were moments I allowed myself a moment of hesitation, to search within and clear away at the mist you claim clouds my judgement.
And for the last thousand years I've searched, pondered; to no avail.
A simple soul.
You told me once, all it would take was a simple soul. I always wondered if it could ever be so easy. I will not deny, I have seen many examples of a simple soul, yet, none have ever seemed to leave the lasting impact you had hoped for. Humanity has, time and time again, fallen backwards. There was only ever one that might've been able to bring the whole of this world together, united under a single cause…but she is long gone now. In her wake, oddly enough, there was a relative peace, if only short-lived.
The meaning to your words continues to allude me…
But, it is far too late for conversation now.
Make no mistake, Ozpin. I have not remained idle. I doubt you've noticed, and even if you had, I wonder if there is anything I could ever say to bring you to back to the table. But heed my words…
Something is coming…I know not what, but I've felt it in the earth. It took far longer than I thought possible, but now, we are ready. Every piece we've played, each capture, every move made; it's all come down to this.
The end is coming, Ozma. Take heed; there will be no place in this world for you or your followers to hide.
For I've sent you, my fury.
So, real quick, aside from the moments where I'm allowed to rest and sleep, I've been binge watching a lot of old animes I used to watch growing up, one of which was FMA and FMA Brotherhood, which is where the obvious inspiration for this story comes from. Now, the Sins themselves will not be OCs, they will be characters from other mediums, vaguely disguised in accordance to their respective sin. So, there's a fun little game, see if you can identify from which series I pulled each sin from. No worries though, I will reveal where they're from either the next or two chapters after they've made their appearance. Other minor characters will be from other mediums as well, Calamity being from a recent series.
This story is meant for two things; one, to help clear away my writer's block and set my brain in motion to slurry more chapters for my other stories. And two, I'll be writing on subjects I usually shy away from, or just tend to avoid. Case in point, I'll be covering a lot of new ground in the hopes of either improving my writing, or just to see how well I can flesh out a scene. But, considering the story will revolve around a group literally named after 'sins', I honestly think the warning comes with the title. So yea, I'm not so good with introduction chapters, but make no mistake, I do intend to put more into the plot as time goes on.
Still, there it is. If you're curious, feel free to stick around, if it doesn't pique your interest, well, nothing I can do there. But thanks for stopping by.
And for those of you waiting on my other stories, they're coming…soon.