Don't Own Rwby, Only The Oc

'thought'

"Speech"

"Powerful Creatures Speaking, like a dragon or a god"

"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."

(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)


"So, this is Veil... wait no that is wrong... Vail? Vale?" I mutter. "Defiantly one of those."

I look around the brightly colored street, revealing shops, large taverns that are about forty feet tall- hotels I think they call them now, parked driving machines, and in general, people walking around going about daily life.

'why does it have to be daaay?! I feel all groggy.' I mentally sigh.

I stretch and walk away, my footsteps not making any noise as I cut through a gap between two buildings.

'what should I do first? Try some food? Go to this 'movies' thing? Try to find a gun?'

'wait... first I need some of this world's currency... then I can actually do things, but where exactly am I going to find currency?'

I pause briefly and close my eyes, swapping my vision to one of the many bats I have across the city.

'I suppose I could steal it from those who commit crimes... it would be wrong to take it from someone who has done nothing to me or anybody else.'

'nothing here.'

'or here'

'or there'

'oh, this looks promising!'

One of my bats had managed to get themselves into a warehouse, inside are several men wearing black suits moving around crates of something, now, it might be a normal warehouse, but the people inside look kind of... 'cult-like', if that is the right word, they all seem to be wearing a red headband around their right arm, some even wearing second on their other arm.

'hm... it seems to be fairly close as well...'


I look down from the rafters of the warehouse at the men moving down below.

"Hell yeah, this is gonna make us so much fucking money." A man grins as he looks down into a box.

"I know what you mean, Flashbang, Typhoon, and even Visage, the payday is defiantly going to be pretty huge, we just need to get it to our dealers."

A while back I made my 'comprehend languages' and 'tongue' spells permanent, the latter just allowing me to speak their language, and as stated before, the first allows me to understand the language, just not speak it.

'hm... according to my 'detect poison' spell, most things in this place are completely toxic... these guys are really horrible people, aren't they? Ah well, easier for me.'

I put on some gloves.

'disguise self.'

My form ripples and changes as an illusion covers my body, my hair changes to white, my clothes darken and form into 'Jeans' and a 'T-Shirt' as I have heard them called, and my eye color changes to blue.

I hop from the rafters and fall a good thirty feet, landing on my hands and knees behind the two men, not even making a sound as I touch down.

I silently walk up behind them and look into the crate between them.

'bags of red powder, a concentration of some other powder put in some sort of clear oval membrane, and stabby injecty things full of some sort of green fluid...'

'my father always said humans had issues with drugs, but this is something else.'

The two begin to turn around but I simply grab them by the back of their neck and-

*Crack*

They both fall to the floor unmoving.

I reach into their pocket and fish out a small leather square which seems to have replaced coin pouches and a small gun which I am able to hold in one hand, taking several 'Magizines' from their pockets as well.'

'yeees a gun! I always wanted one!'

I hear the footsteps of someone turning the corner of a wall of crates, so I point the gun under my arm as I continue searching through pockets.

'silence.'

'true strike.'

He turns the corner, blinks, then a hole appears in his forehead, then he simply slumps over.

'how much ammunition does this thing hold?'

I repeatedly pull the top back ejecting bullet after bullet.

'two, three... five... ten... fifteen... wow, this thing can really hold twenty?! Even the best repeating crossbows could hold only about twelve!'

I drag the body of the man I shot, steal his gun and magazines, and his 'wallet' then toss him in the crate the other two were looking at, then I toss them in as well.

I quietly close the crate and wave my hand to rid the floor of the blood, then, using my natural vampire sneakiness, I peek around the corner he walked from, revealing three guys.

' true strike, true strike, true strike'

The first guy finds a hole in the back of his chest, the next, a hole in the center of his neck, and finally, the last with a hole in the side of his head.

I let out a silent sigh and walk over to them.

'more wallets, guns, ammunition,

"W-WHAT THE HELL?!"

A bullet pierces the man's forehead, but he had already shouted, alerting the five other people in the building.

I once more let out a silent sigh and leap up onto some boxes, raise two guns, and with ample applications of 'true strike' I send bullets through the eye, heart, forehead, throat, and shins of the remaining five dudes as they were beginning to draw their weapons.

"AAARGH!" The last one screams as I rip the gun from his hands.

I snap, removing the small aura of silence around me.

"One lives to tell the story." I state with a grin.

I punch him in the forehead and cast sleep, knocking him unconscious, then I simply go around looting the bodies.

overall, I managed to get thirty-five clips of ammunition- disregarding the one that I used most of-, twelve of these small hand held guns, and twelve wallets... all of which is stored in a dimensional storage bag.

'this is good enough...'

Nothing else in the small warehouse interested me, so I simply left it all.

I walk out the door with a smile on my face and turn abruptly into an alleyway, making sure to look out for any 'scrying machines' or onlookers, then morph into a bat and fly away, dropping all of my illusions as I do.


I sit down in an ice cream parlor with a massive grin as someone walks up to me to take my order. "Hi, yes, can I get two scoops of this, one scoop of this, and one of these, Please?" First I point to a brown scoop with white spots and some white streaks in it, then to a white scoop of ice-cream that looks to have crumbled black- or an EXTREMELY dark brown- cookies in it, then a small pink bar with something crumbled along the outside, it sort of makes me think of strawberries, so I hope it is that.

The woman nods and walks away, giving me ample time to look around the restaurant.

It is a quaint little place, the walls painted pink and red, some of the windows having the logo of the store on it which is an ice cream cone with three scoops and a red smile.

*Ring*

A figure walks through the door, she is about my height, wears a black t-shirt with a simple vanilla sundae- with a cat-like face on it- on it and regular jeans, however, the most striking thing about her is that her hair is actually three separate colors, a brown side, and a pink side that has a couple streaks of white throughout, her eyes are also special as well, being pink and brown respectively, pink on the brown side, and brown on the pink side.

*Thump*

"…"

'did... my heart just... beat?'

I look down in confusion and look back up to see she is gazing into my eyes.

*Thump*

*Thump*

*Thump*

*Thump*

I hide my inner turmoil by tilting my head blinking and turning my head to look out the window to my left.

'what the hell is going on?!'

She walks across the floor and sits in the booth behind me.

'you know what... I'll have a bat follow her until I get some answers...'

I give a mental command to one of my fuzzy friends sleeping outside.

A bowl of ice cream is placed in front of me and a bar of ice cream covered with a pink and white crumbly crust, a stick poking out of the bottom giving me a place to hold it.

"Thank you!"

I take a bite of the ice cream bar. 'T-THIS IS SO SWEET! How did humans even manage this?!'

I feel a sudden pulse of negativity far out in the city.

'ah well, I'll check that out in a minute.'


'oh? woah... What's this?'

Down below on the street seems to be a standoff, on one side of the street, are several men in blue suits hiding behind cars and whispering into some sort of communication devices, while the other side seems to be more of those cultists I fought earlier, however, they seem to be wearing leather jackets and blue bandanas around their foreheads.

"Hm." I frown slightly as I look down at the long barrels of the guns the men in blue are holding. "I want a bigger gun..."

I let out a long sigh. 'ah well, I don't want to get in the middle of all that...'

I close my eyes and look through the eyes of the bat I had following the multi-colored girl.

She seems to be in a fight with three burly men.

'I'm glad that this is my familiar...'

"Just grab her already! Someone as unique as her will go for a huge profit on the market!"

She ducks under one punch, lashing out with a kick to one of the men's side, he doesn't really act like he felt it as he tries to grab her by the hair.

'Sir Fluffles... kill thy men.'

The bat swoops down, and bites into one of them.

'channel spell.'

The man instantly goes gaunt and shrivels, some of his body turning to dust as a massive load of necrotic energy courses through his body, then the bat moves onto the next, doing the same to this one as well, the final one however, seems to have some sort of barrier surrounding him strangely enough, so the spell wasn't as effective, but he still looks a little pale as the spell drains most of his life force.

The bat flutters back as the two still living people in the alleyway scream, the bat opens its mouth, shooting a blast of force at the remaining guy and punches a hole in his chest with it, then the bat flies away...

And by 'flies away' I mean, flies over a building, loops around, then resumes watching the girl who is looking utterly horrified at the three dead bodies.

"W-WHAT?!" The small girl asks. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

She takes a fearful step back away from the three bodies, followed shortly by a second, then she turns around and sprints in the opposite direction.

"Mn... I guess that is a reasonable reaction." I sigh with a slight pout.

'wh-why do I care about what she thinks of me?'

I pull out a large milky-white glass ball out of my storage bag and channel magic into it.

"Mom? You there?"

The crystal ball flashes a couple of times and eventually clears up, revealing my mother's face with a backdrop of curtains and a headboard, she seems to be in bed.

"Sean?" She asks. "How are you enjoying your adventure in the human world?"

"Its... fun I guess... I have already acquired several guns- those hand held non-magical wand things- and had an absolutely delicious desert called 'ice cream', it is some sort of sweetened frozen cow's milk with other flavors like strawberries and chocolate inserted into it! It is so creamy and sweet; you would probably love it! Buuuut that isn't the reason I am calling you." I explain.

"Oh?" She asks. "What do you need."

"Are vampire hearts supposed to... beat?"

Her eyes reduce to slits and she narrows her eyes, seemingly much more attentive and focused on the conversation. "Not normally, no... did yours?"

"Yes?" I ask.

She brings up her hand to her chin in a thinking manner. "And you were looking at a female when this happened, correct?"

"Mhm?" I slowly nod.

She lets out a quiet sigh and mutters under her breath. "Damnit, Sean, when I allowed you to go to the human world, I didn't expect you to fall in love... Not to mention on the first day..."

"Love?!" I hiss under my breath.

"You are still watching this girl, correct?" She asks with a slight frown on her face.

"Y-Yeah?" I answer.

"Please construct an illusion so I may see her." She says.

I hold out a hand to the side and create the girl I had met about an hour ago.

My mother leans forwards slightly and tilts her head one way, then the other. "Hmm..."

"I wasn't aware humans could look this... exotic..." She mutters. "and it seems to be all natural."

"Turn her to the left please."

I do so.

"Hn... a fairly nice figure as well..." she notes.

She sighs and shakes her head. "The things I do for you, Sean."

"What?" I ask. "What are you going to do?"

"Turn her into one of us, obviously."

"But wouldn't she just resent me if you did that by force?" I ask.

"…"

"Fair." She sighs after a couple seconds of silence, brushing a hand through her hair. "In that case, you should meet her, and slowly warm her up to the ideas of other races."

"Why can't I just ignore the feeling and go on with my life?" I ask with a small pout. "I don't really want to love right now."

"That's the thing, Sean, you two are bound by fate now. You will eventually end up together regardless, the sooner, the sooner I get grandchildren, and her genes look really good, even for a human."

"…"

"Wait... 'genes'? Grandchildren? I don't even know how babies are even made!" I exclaim "How are babies made-"

"Bye, love you!" My mother exclaims, ending contact with the glass crystal ball with a final. "Don't forget about Emilia either, you should go to the northern continent and spend some time with her~"

My father's voice speaks up from somewhere beside her as she turns her head, temporarily forgetting to end contact. "what do you mean by this 'you are now bound by fate' nonsense? You just don't want him to get over his first crush, do yo-"

My mother apparently realizes that the crystal ball is still transmitting so she simply...

*Fzz*

The orb loses its glow and returns to the milky white obscured color it was.

"…"

"What?!"


'it's okay Sean, you have been over this several times, just walk up to her, and ask if she wants to be friends, it's super simple, no issues, you got this... what if she says no?'

'…'

'oh god what if she says no?! What's plan b?! Do we possibly need a plan c as well?!'

'Why is talking to a regular human girl so freaking hard!?'

*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*

'oh yeah... my blood is pumping and not allowing me think clearly because of the sound... UGH what if she can hear it?! What if she thinks I'm weird?! WHAT IF SHE KNOWS I AM A VAMPIR-'

"May I sit here?"

I look up to see the cause of my mental breakdown.

My mental glass shatters slightly.

"S-Sure."

"I haven't seen you around here before." She says as she looks over to me. "Well, excluding yesterday of course."

"What do you think of this quaint little parlor?" She asks. "Not many people around my age come here on their own."

"It's n-nice." I smile. "I haven't really had anything like this before, I didn't even have electricity back at my previous home."

"Hm... that's a little strange, but welcome to Vale then." She shrugs.

She looks a little tired.

"Are you o-okay?" I ask.

She yawns and rubs her eyes which have light bags under them. "Sorry, didn't get much sleep last night..."

"Why?" I ask.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me." I state.

"A bat killed three people in front of me, literally drinking the fluids from the first two and shooting a hole in the last one with an invisible attack." She deadpans.

"…"

"okay, that is a little hard to believe, but I also feel like you aren't telling the full story... were the people... harassing you... in any way?"

"Yeah." She nods.

"The way you explained it makes me think that if it wanted you dead, you would be dead... so maybe it was just protecting you?" I shrug.

"That... does sort of put my mind at ease... you are pretty optimistic..." she sighs. "Oh wait! We haven't even exchanged names yet!"

"Oh." I blink. "We haven't, have we?"

"My name is Sean, what is your name?" I ask.

"Neo, and my last name's 'Politan" She responds with a smile.

"After the ice cream?" I ask, as i heard her order it the last time she was here.

"I am pleased a country bumpkin like you managed to catch that." She snorts.

"I'm innocent to the ways of technology, not dumb." I deadpan.

'this is surprisingly easy...'

*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*

'oh god oh god oh no, what now?! I might have just insulted her!'

She smiles lightly. "Well, I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing."

"W-wait!"

"Hm?" She hums at my sudden outburst.

"You are the only person who has even spoke to me since I got here, would you maybe... like to be friends?" I ask.

"Sure, why not." The girl shrugs as she gets up. "I don't have a scroll though- and you probably don't either- so actually talking might be a bit of a problem, but you seem like a pretty cool kid, so sure."

"Kid?" I ask

"You are definitely younger than me." She snorts.

"Really? How old are you then?" I ask with a frown.

"Fourteen." She smirks.

"…" I pout slightly. "Thirteen."

"Wait, YOU are thirteen?" She asks. "You just look so... so smol..."

"Have you tried looking in a mirror lately?" I scoff.

'FUCK FUCK FUCK! MY SNARK-'

"Oho! I like you." She grins.

My heartbeats make themselves known as the blood rushes through my ears, the sound easily being caught by my super-hearing.

'…'

'The apartment beside where she lives is vacant if I remember correctly...'

She smiles, waves, and then walks away.

'…'

'I did kind of sleep on a roof last night...'


As it turns out, when you can dominate somebody just by looking them in the eyes or by just SPEAKING, purchasing a place to stay is quite easy, and quite quick as well considering I can be all 'do the paperwork now, it is your highest priority'… now I am just sort of waiting to find a time to casually 'bump into' my new friend.

"…"

'you know, maybe this is creeping into stalker-ish territory... but mother said, 'warm her up to the ideas of other races.' And I guess having a vampire neighbor will do so... but she was definitely afraid of my familiar, so I shouldn't just walk up and be all 'hey, I am a vampire! Cool, right?' Because that would be extremely dumb.'

I lay down on the bed in my new room.

"…"

'THIS IS SO FREAKING COMFY'

I roll around on the bed.

'I-I feel like I could go to sleep for EONS with this bed!'

I hop up with a grin and walk over to a large sofa facing a giant black rectangle.

"What's this?"

I look to a small rectangle with buttons on it.

"…"

I reach out and grab it then press the red button in the top left corner, causing the larger black box to spring to life with images. "Wooooah!"

"W-What is this?!" I whisper in awe.

It seems to be some sort of flat crystal ball... astounding! It is so big that I can EASILY see every single minute detail on this moving picture and hear some sort of spooky voice that is saying to go eat at some place nearby that is selling some 'barbeque ribs'... sounds pretty delicious! I don't know what a 'Barbeque' is, but I have had ribs before and it is a really good cut of meat.

I let out a gasp of fear. "This is mind control! I didn't want ribs before and now I do! What is this sorcery?!"

I narrow my eyes and push the red button again, causing the magic screen to fall into darkness once more.

"Begone black magic!"

I float the smaller rectangle out of my hands and back down onto the table with a 'shoo-ing' motion

A magic circle flashes to life in the middle of my kitchen. "Wh- wait... what is she doing here?!"

"Seaaan!" A voice cries as the circle flashes, causing a diminutive girl to appear.

"E-Emilia?!" I ask. "Why are you here?!"

The blond vampire pouts and crosses her arms. "Once mother heard that you went out on an adventure into the human world, she kicked me out to go have an adventure as well."

"It's your fault I got tossed out on my own so take responsibility and let me live with you!" She continues.

"…"

"Alright." I blink. "But if you go around exploding random humans 'because you felt like it' or something, I am kicking you out."

"…" she pauses and pouts slightly. "Not even a little?"

"Do you want to be hunted down by hundreds of thousands of humans wielding weapons that can pierce our skin and punch holes in our bodies?" I ask. "Also, they wouldn't want to serve their good food to us... so if you ruin that for me, I am going to be mad!"

"…" she is silent for a few moments. "Get me some food and I'll think about it."

"I heard that there was a good rib place nearby, do you want to go to that?" I ask.

"Oooh... I love ribs! The crunchy center is the best!" She exclaims.

"…" I frown slightly. "I mean, they are okay, but I just like the meat more than the bones."


"Humanity may live." Emilia sighs as she lays on my couch. "How did they even make food that good?!"

"I-I don't know." I quietly mumble.

I look outside to see that the sun is slowly setting. "I guess I should be going to bed..."

"This early?" Emilia asks. "That's... kind of strange."

"The humans like to live in the day, so they keep their shops and eateries open during the day, most of them close about now or a bit before now." I explain as I get up. "Also, I really want to try out my new bed."

"New bed?" Emilia asks.

"Don't even thin-"

"Do you care if I sleep there?" She asks with an innocent expression on her face. "You have to be polite to guests, r-right?"

I narrow my eyes at her. "I am letting you stay here; you should at least be thoughtful enough to allow me to the first one to sleep in my own bed."

"Fufufu." She laughs behind her hand. "there is a simple way to solve this."

"Thief, Warrior, Dragon?" I ask.

"You know it!" She grins

'Thief, Warrior, Dragon' is a mock game that seems to be the ancient ancestor of this game humans play called 'paper, rock, scissors' I don't know what a scissor is, but it is probably named this way because 'paper, rock, small shears' doesn't have the same ring to it... the original game is simple; Thief loses to Warrior due to the Warrior's adeptness at fighting, Dragon kills warrior, because, well, it is a dragon and warriors in their shiny plate mail make a lot of noise, practically asking the dragon to kill and eat them, and Thief beats Dragon because they tend to sneak into their caves while they are asleep and steal their hoards... clearly much superior to 'Rock Paper Scissors' because... well... how the hell can a piece of paper beat a rock?

""Thief...""

""Warrior...""

""Dragon!"

We both hold out clenched fists, signifying a warrior's strength, then immediately frown.

"Darn." Emilia sighs.

"I guess we will just have to share." I shrug.

"Alright." She yawns.

"You stay on your side, and I'll stay on mine." I continue as I get up.

"Sure, Sure." She waves off as she also stands.


"HOW IS THIS SO COMFORTABLE?!" Emilia shrieks


I slowly crack open my eyes and let out a short yawn... or I would have if I didn't have two arms wrapped around my torso, restricting my breathing and making my ribs creak and shift under my skin.

'mental note: she would have snapped a normal human- or a regular vampire that isn't a vampire lord- in half with just a hug... the latter just being an easily fixed snapped spine, but the prior being a little more... messy...'

She could definitely cut a human in half in her sleep with the force she is applying to my ribcage.

I push my fingers under her arms and wiggle slightly. 'I'm not getting out... am I?'

'wait a second-'

My body simply transforms into mist, then floats to the side and reforms just out of her grasp. 'perfect!'

'ugh. "Yeah, sure, Sean, I'll stay on my side and you stay on yours".' I mentally scoff. 'yeah, that was a total lie, wasn't it, Emilia?'

Her arm reaches out for me and swats near me.

'EEP-'

*Poof*

I am covered by a cloud of brightly colored smoke and disappear, a bat being the only thing left in my place.

That bat looks at Emilia's hand patting around at where my neck was moments before, then quickly flutters away from her and, with another puff of colorful smoke, I am standing where the bat landed.

I look back at Emilia's sleeping form, the sound of my blood quietly rushing through my ears.

'is this... what love feels like? Utter annoyance at the person you 'love', but casual acceptance that it is just the way they are?'

"…"

'mn... thanks, body, I hate it.'


I close the door behind me and wince slightly at the morning sun, then I take a nice deep breath of the crisp, cool, air.

"Sean?"

"Hm?" I look over my shoulder to see my apparent 'soulmate' herself standing outside the door to her apartment.

"Neo?" I ask. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here." She answers.

"I do as well." I grin. "What a coincidence!"

I pause. "Wait... are you stalking me?"

She snorts. "As if! Are you stalking me?!"

'sort of.'

"No." I pout slightly and cross my arms. "Do you really think that little of me?"

"To be fair, we just met like, yesterday." She shrugs.

"Ouch." I deadpan.

"But at least this solves the whole 'how are we going to be friends without a way to keep into contact' thing!" She exclaims. "Now If I need you, I can just walk next door and bang on your front door till you answer."

"Mhm." I nod as I look down at the road below, watching these 'automobiles' speed past.

"…"

"…"

I let out a small sigh, then look back up to Neo. "Well, I have to go~ I have important things to do!"


The balding pudgy man in a fancy suit whimpers as he scoots backwards, a hole framed with red in both of his thighs.

I brush a hand through my now white hair and look around at the destruction I have caused and smirk widely, only for it to turn into a vicious, almost feral grin.

Men in black suits lay collapsed across the floor, slumped over tables or against walls, or even crushed beneath a light fixture- that one was particularly fun- fatal bullet wounds through their foreheads, chests, or necks.

I look back at the man in front of me, the smirk falling off my face and being replaced with a light frown. "You owned this place, correct?"

"N-No!" He cries. "I-I can p-pay you off if it is m-money you are afte-" *Bang* "AAAGH!"

I silence his stutters with a quick shot to the stomach. "Don't lie. I know you own this place... and I am not after money, you and your men are being brutalized in this manner to..." I take a brief moment to think of the right words. "Send a message so to speak, and, well, I always do like to take some scum out of the world."

*Bang*

I shoot him in the leg again.

"ARG-"

"P-Please don't k-kill me." The man blubbers.

"Hm... alright."

"R-Really?!"

"No." I press the barrel to his forehead. "When you get to the underworld, tell em' that Alucard sent you."

"NONONO WAI-"*BANG*

His head falls back against the floor with a *Thunk* "Pudgy bastard." I scoff as I tear a ring of keys off his belt and gently toss them up and down in the air, catching them in the same hand after a couple seconds of air-time as a pool of read slowly forms around the man- moreso than it already had at least.

I pause for a moment as I reach a locked door. "Why did I take the keys?"

I kick the door open rather effortlessly, causing the bottom hinge to actually break under the stress and causes the door to bend slightly inwards

Beyond the door are... several people bound, gagged, chained, and looking really scrawny and weak, I take a millisecond to take note that most- if not all of them seem to have some sort of animal traits and they are mostly women and children.

Several fearful eyes snap over towards the open door, the smallest amount of hope gleaming deep inside.

I jingle the keys in my hands and boredly toss them over towards one of the lesser-bound children, only having ropes tied around his hands. "Release the rest." I state as I pull out a knife and slash at a rope that was connecting him to the floor, his eyes glaze over and he almost robotically stands up, the keys in his still bound hands and walks over to one of the manacled women with what looks like panda ears and starts fiddling with her shackles.

I wordlessly turn around and walk away, glaring at a camera in the next room from the corner of my eye.

I pull out a piece of paper that I had quickly scribbled a couple locations on, the runic lettering unlike today's normal alphabetical system.

"I still have one more I need to hit, right?" I quietly mutter as I look over the runes on the paper.

It was fairly easy to get this information, I simply spoke with the soul of one of the dudes my familiar killed yesterday, and asked it a couple questions it physically couldn't lie to, then I sent him back to whatever eternal hell he was originally in.

"Hm, yes, one more..."


"Sean..." Emilia begins with a slight frown. "Why do you smell like blood?"

"Hm?" I ask, tilting my head in a cute, almost innocent manner. "I smell like what?"

Almost.

"Blood, Sean, why do you smell like blood."

"I don't?" I state.

"No, you do, you hid it really well, but you can't fool my nose, Sean." Emilia deadpans, raising a hand to point at me threateningly. "You touched blood or where in close proximity with blood in the past day... so I am going to ask you, how many people, why did you go against your own word, and can I join in next time?"

I let out a sigh and rub my temples "At least fifty, because they are slaver scum who have been targeting our neighbor and that pissed me off, and sure, but, no visible magic, no special abilities, and you must always be disguised, them's the rules, if you can't follow them the next time I go out, you can't come with me on my crime purges."

"Hmmmm..." She hums, tapping her cheek in thought. "Deal!"

"Also, I have a really important question... what is the difference between a Massacre and a Genocide?" I slowly ask.

"I think one of them is a race thing?" Emilia shrugs.

"Mn, but which one?" I ask.

"Dunno" she shrugs.

"Darn." I pout.


i lied. HAHAHA YOU FOOLS! YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT I WOULD KEEP A CONSISTENT UPDATE SCHEDULE?! YOU HAVE ALL BEEN BAMBOOZLED

but actually, i just didn't like the way the way the chapter of Portals and Pizzazz turned out, so i am re-writing some aspects of it~ sucks to suck i guess. i wish i was an actually good writer.

anyways, let's get into the all of one guest review i got!

Guest Review:
Some Bot Maybe: "Just one word: LITS. Where Sean goes from getting voodoo-ified into gamer stuffs and teleported from his family with a new soul to just Sean, but now fully a vampy boi. Also rip random sailors, it was just not meant to be. Maybe if they tried peace talks instead of screaming they would have lived a bit longer... And I mean with the Grimm, dragon be hungry so no talky talky just munchy munchy. Also a spell to pursuade people to not go to the island doesn't stop radar or mapping devices."

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Now he is just a lil vampy boi in this vampy world, indeed, and those poor, poor, sailor bastards, they will be remembered *Arms of the angel starts playing* R.I.P. Random sailor Crew: lived from about 1/2 through chapter 1 to nearly 3/4 of chapter 1... upwards of like... 1500 ish words... they will be missed... their lives completely mattered and they all had families who miss them- *Record scratch* ANNNYWAY, the enchantment on the island is powerful shit, so it is more like like 'forced ignorance' meaning that they can SEE and island there on the radar, but they are immediately gripped by the spell and forced to forget, sadly it doesn't really work on people with aura... or people out of the range of Atlas... but most people with office jobs dont have aura anyway, so it is fine! but those that do... this island is like a fucking scp or cryptid to them, like some sort of giant mind-control turtle grimm that is large enough to have an island on their back.

ANNNYWAYS, here, have an Omake~ please note that not every chapter will have one, but at least this one and chapter 3 will! so here you go.


Omake:

Races of the past:

Pov: Sean Chro, Age 7

"Mother?" I ask.

"Yes, Sean?" She responds from a fancy lounge chair as she reads a book.

"What happened to all the gnomes?" I ask with a small headtilt.

"They died, dear." She sighs. "They've become extinct."

"But why?" I ask.

She closes her book with a hum and looks up in thought as she taps her chin. "Well, it all started... I would say five thousand years ago... when there was some crazy devil fad in the underworld, the believed that setting out the corpse of a freshly killed gnome would cause their flowers, crops, and alchemical ingredients to grow better, eventually it bled out into the material plane and... well... the remaining gnomes didn't even last a year."

"Did it work?"

"Actually, yes." My mother snorts as she places the tips of her fingers over her mouth.

"What about the orcs?"

"Dead. They were too hostile and hard to reason with so the humans simply built a massive army and wiped them out." She responds. "It happened a couple centuries before the Gnome's extinction I believe..."

I open my mouth.

"The same happened to all Trolls, Lizardfolk, and the Goblinoids as well. Basically, anything that had a more... savage and tribal... society was wiped out."

I close my mouth and pause for a moment, thinking of a new question. "What about the human-like races? The gnomes are one, but what about Elves, Dwarves, and Halflings?"

"The elves and dwarves actually died out before the tribal races, and were actually a reason for them to be exterminated... the dwarves and the elves had a century long war- which isn't all that long in the grand scheme of things when each race easily lived to about five hundred, several times that for the elves- but I digress... their races were smaller than humanity, so their wars really messed with their numbers, eventually, the tribal races banded together and raided their cities and killed them... though it is rumored that a small number of elves might have managed to get out by creating a small dimensional plane... but if they did, they haven't made any efforts to contact any of the outside races because they might fear we will wipe them out, the dwarves on the other hand, built their cities inside of mountains, meaning it was basically just a massive tomb with one or two exits." She explains.

"And the halflings?" I ask.

"Mistaken for gnomes and killed to be put in gardens." She shrugs.

"I see..." I mutter, wracking my brain, thinking of any other races to ask about.

"Around four thousand years ago, among realization that the supernatural races were dying out, humanity was starting to get too powerful with their sacred treasures, and their magic, plus, some unsavory groups were hunting us down, we had an unspoken agreement, to hide ourselves from the world and slowly renew our numbers... well... for some of us... those that live among other planes are still going strong, because the average human couldn't pierce through the veil between worlds..."

She mutters under her breath. "Damn angels."

"Well, how many vampires are left then, mother?"

"There are probably less than fifteen pure blooded vampires still in the world... while there were originally twelve twelve clans, now only three remain, ours, the Harea clan, and one which we have a slight disagreement with."

"Why do we disagree with them?" I ask.

"Politics." She yawns. "They did something to offend Lucillia Harea, and we are quite a bit closer to her clan then the other one."

"Okay." I slowly blink. "Are there any other races that live on remnant?"

"Hmmm." She hums for a moment. "None that you really have to worry about, but I think this is a good place to end these stories of the past for now... you have to get in bed, mister. It is getting early."

"Okay." I grin before pausing and covering my mouth as I yawn.


Well, I'll see you all another time~ take care!