Hi again!
Welcome to Be Humane, the rewrite to Humane.
Note that it still follows Humane's story somewhat.
I hope you enjoy the rewrite.
Mors used a human vessel everytime he visited Remnant, but right now he couldn't. Mainly because since he wasn't so good at making vessels, it was just a shadow. So he turned to his friend Vita as she was the Goddess of Life, so he thought it'll work.
Except it didn't.
The body Vita had created was completely the opposite gender when Mors inherited it and it was forced to accommodate his gender. So the body looked fragile, but had the force of a car if used right. The body still has its traits before Mors came, more specifically the curves, face and hair. Not only that, the body somehow had gotten a mind of its own few seconds before Mors came and started struggling for its control.
But Mors had gotten most of the control, most.
Sometimes he would tense up on attention, but that was only when people just abruptly looked at him. When talking, he would seldom stutter shyly but it didn't happen when Mors was talking about something serious or when he was focused. He also didn't get rid of the skirt the first chance he got, not because he forgotten, it was because he didn't want to.
The body's mind had taken an influence on him.
Mors grumbled as he walked down the streets with some people that walked past him had given him winks and whistles. He frowned uncomfortably at the sight, but he couldn't blame them. If it was the original user, then Mors as a human would've fallen for her too. But still, he felt really uncomfortable. He just wished something would take his mind off this...
He could do an inventory check.
Mors was wearing a white long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, armguards, a black skirt, brown fingerless gloves, dark grey thigh-high socks, leather shoes, a belt that had a sheath on the left side holding an estoc, on the right side of the belt was a pouch holding ammunition and personal items and a gun holster with a semi-auto pistol strapped on his right leg. On his left arm was a buckler. The weapons and armguards were nothing special, just made with metals that made it very hard to break.
He had not used them so far. He wonders if they would ever get a cha-
He abruptly backflipped away to avoid a man in a black suit flying out of a store window diagonal to his right, there was a red blur too. Another man in a black suit went out of the store, two more looked out of the hole in the window.
Mors looked to his left, he saw a girl with a red hooded cape with a long sleeved dress next to the slowly stirring man who flew out of the window. She revealed her weapon after the other remaining men came out, a scythe.
Then the remaining men in black had attacked her after she kicked the first one in the face. The other got hit by the butt of her weapon.
The last two had switched tactics, one of them had a sword and the other had a gun. The latter was keeping the girl occupied while the other was sneaking up on her. Mors took this as an opportune time to help.
Before the swordsman could do his attack, Mors had ran up to him and gave him a headache with his estoc hilt. He fell down cradling his head before he felt himself getting dragged across the floor and thrown to his comrade.
The girl in red looked at Mors, he responded with a slow wave.
"Well, ladies, I think we can all say that it's been an eventful evening," A man with a bowler hat and started. "and as much as I'd like to stick around." He raised his cane and opened up the bottom, revealing that it was a gun. "I'm afraid this is where we part ways."
The man unleashed a red blast at both of them, prompting them to dodge. The girl had shot at the ground to leap over it, while Mors had to roll out of the way. But as soon as they recovered, the man was gone. Mors sensed his presence climbing on the side of the building, he went after him.
When he reached the top and started running towards the man, he was blindsided by an explosion infront of him. He was launched back first next to the ladder. The girl had arrived, landing next to him. She shot him a worried look, but he gave her a smile and thumbs up.
The girl nodded and ran towards the criminal. "Hey!
The man looked back, stopping at the edge. "Persistent." The girl readied to fight him, Mors was on her side having got up after recovering.
Then a Bullhead rose up and opened the hatch to let him in. He turned around to face her, holding a Dust gem. "End of the line, Red." He throws it at her feet and shoots it.
Mors prepared himself with the explosion. But he felt another presence and traces of magic? His mind registered Semblance as magic, so maybe it was that? No, it feels like 'dust'.
Opening his eyes, he saw a blonde woman with a wand? Casting a circle of protection.
That could easily pass off as magic, if Mors hadn't noticed it was just aura and dust. She waved her weapon again, striking the Bullhead with several streaks of purple dust...or was that aura?
His mind was way too mixed up. And he hadn't visited Remnant for a long time.
The woman had glowed purple for a moment and aims a blast at the craft, it resulted in a dark storm-cloud over the jet. It rained down large hails on the aircraft.
Another woman, whose face was shrouded by shadow, replaced the man with the bowler hat. She aimed a burst of flame at the huntress, the latter blocked it and it splattered behind her. The fire woman raised her hand and the fire grew hotter, the huntress saw this however and backflipped away. Mors was close to it so he rolled forward and drew his pistol, ready to shoot as soon as an opening reveals itself.
The huntress used the debris caused by the explosion to telekinetically (That's long) create a large arrow, which she throws at the Bullhead. The fiery woman destroys it quickly, but it reforms just as quickly and hits the side of the craft. The wreckage separates and reshapes into several arrows that encircle the craft.
The woman summoned several glowing rings that expands and destroys the arrows, permanently. Mors had stopped shooting her at this point as previous attempts earned him a burn. The girl from earlier, reacted and transformed her weapon to a sniper. It wasn't effective as the woman blocked each shot, creating several blazing circles around her three opponents. Mors rolled out of the radius as quickly as possible while the huntress telekinetically pushed the girl away from the explosion
The bullhead flew away as soon as they looked back up.
Mors sighed. The girl from earlier turned to face the huntress.
"You're a huntress." She seemed awe-stricken. "Can I have your autograph?"
Line Break - POV: First Person - Mors
A silver-haired man with a cane walked in. Along with the huntress from earlier.
He sat down opposite to the side I was sitting at, while his company stood back.
"Hello, Ms. Lexus." He eyed me with a smile.
"Hi." I responded, unsure. That must be my vessel's name
"So." The huntress pulled out a few papers and gave it to him. Some of them had my vessel's name on them. "It states here that you were born in a town. The town was then destroyed by the Grimm a week ago, many went missing and more are deceased. Curiously, you arrived at 12 noon today looking absolutely lost, well-fed, worn and tired." The man looked at me.
"Ms. Lexus. If you don't mind me asking... What exactly did happen on your town?" He asked, his look on me softening. As well as the huntress.
As if it was fate, I lost control. I didn't bother however, the past explains itself.
My eyes were wet with tears as I tried to stop it and I was starting to cry.
Nein.
It wasn't me.
"I...I..." My mouth started moving on its own, my eyes were threatening to spill. "I...don't know...the rest of my family was celebrating a newborn's birthday...my dad and I were training at our house...then we heard shouts and...the gate fell down and...we were separated and the Grimm flooded in...an-and." Then the body's mind buried her face in her hands as she shook and sobbed uncontrollably. The huntress going by her side to comfort her.
I felt guilt and understanding.
Guilt, because I basically stole this girl's life.
I was there when the raid started. Someone had sabotaged the gate, she wasn't there but bandits played a part.
I skimmed through her memories to find out that she didn't know what happened to her family.
I did.
Understanding, I know what happened and it pissed me off.
The transition was messy, I should have gotten out of there as soon as I saw it.
This isn't the vessel Vita had created.
I took someone's life.
And they're not having it back.
No matter what.
Sad face.This chapter went through a lot of revising.
It feels...weird to write this story again. So any suggestions and criticism would be allowed.
I'll see you all again in the next chapter.