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)
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
I blink twice, then slowly look over to the door.
I give myself a brief moment to debate the pros and cons of actually getting up and checking to see who is at the door, then sigh as I realize it is probably Neo and quickly disappear in a swarm of bats that then reappear by the door as I reach out with a now reformed hand and slowly open it. "Hello?"
"Sean!" The voice on the other side beams happily.
"Hi, Neo, how are you today?" I ask.
"I am pretty good, want to go get some ice cream?" She asks.
"Sure." I shrug. "I have nothing better to do."
"Yaay!"
"One sec, let me just grab my wallet." I say as I close the door.
I raise my eyebrow as we pass by a building I was at the night prior.
"What happened over there?" The girl beside me asks.
"Horrible things really." An old man on the other side of me says. "Apparently it was the base for a faunus trafficking ring... to think that something like that could be hiding in plain sight makes me shiver."
"Why so much Police tape?" Neo asks.
"Something killed everything in there, saving the kidnapped women and children, it was all over the news this morning, how could you have both missed it?"
"Oh, I didn't check the news before I left." Neo says as she shivers slightly.
"I'm technologically inept." I state.
"Hm," the old man hums. "Well, according to the news, a kid did all that."
"Wait, seriously?" I ask, using my mother's lessons of being an expert manipulator.
"That's what I thought as well, the footage was heavily censored, but it did show a little white-haired boy knocking around gang members like nothing." He says.
"Mn..." Neo hums as she looks over to me, then looks back at the old guy. "Well, see you around, strange old dude."
"I'm not old!" He snorts. "I'm only fifty."
"Suuuure." I say as we both turn and walk down the street again. "Bye!"
Neo looks over to me. "To think that someone our age managed to take down an entire slave trade..."
"Yeah, crazy, right?" I reply with a small smile. "I personally think they kind of deserved what they got."
"Yeah, must be Karma." She shrugs.
I hear sirens in the distance slowly getting closer.
"Hm. A power vacuum?" I mutter.
"What was that?" Neo asks.
"Oh, I just hear sirens in the distance." I state. "They seem to be getting closer."
Neo pauses her walking and tilts her head in the direction we are walking. "I don't hear- oh, never mind."
"You have some pretty good ears, Sean." She states as she skips back over to my side.
"It's a blessing and a curse." I shrug.
"Mn." She hums. "Pretty cool curse, then."
"You say that when you have to hear what people whisper to their friends about you." I frown. "'Oh, his red eyes are so scary', 'he must be one of those faunus bastards', 'demon child'."
"O-oh, I-I'm so sorry, I-I didn't know-"
"Nah, it's fiiine, I'm used to it by now... and it only took me two days, strange right?" I ask with a small smile. "Now, the real question is 'Does that state that I allow things to roll off my back easier than most, or that Vale has more toxicity than a barrel full of condensed w- adder venom?' I'll let you decide~"
Neo sadly frowns. "It's a mix, isn't it?"
"You hit it right on the nose..." I sigh. "Do people give you trouble for your eyes and hair, then?"
"More than you know..."
'I am going to feed them their spleen.'
"…"
"…"
We silently walk for maybe ten feet or so before I speak up once more. "So, why do you live alone, Neo?"
"Oh, my parents died."
"Oh- I am so sorry-"
"No," she sighs. "It's fine, it happened ages ago now, and thanks for the C.H.P. act, the children of deceased huntsmen and huntresses are treated much better than normal orphans so I managed to get my own apartment, it is completely payed for by the city, and I get an allowance each month to pay for food and other things."
I let out a slight frown. "This conversation is getting pretty depressing, so let's move on to some more fun topics, like..."
I pause for a few seconds as I tap on my chin. "What is your favorite food?"
"Ice cream?"
"What flavor?"
"Neapolitan."
"Ironic." I state.
She smirks. "Well then, what about you?"
"The souls of the innocent... or steaks... steaks are good." I grin.
She lets out a cute snort as we turn the corner leading up to our favorite ice cream parlor.
"So, what are you going to get today?" Neo asks.
"Probably a birthday cake sundae, that sounds pretty good right now... what about you?"
"The classic." She hums.
"Neapolitan?" I ask.
"Yep."
"Neat." I shrug.
I freeze as I fully process something. "Wait... isn't Neapolitan ice cream a mashup of three flavors? How can that be your favorite flavor when it is actually three?"
"I think you are thinking a bit too deeply on this..." She states in an even deadpan tone with a half-lidded stare.
We enter the parlor and sit down at a booth, exchanging small talk every now and then.
"Favorite color?" Neo asks. "Mine is Pink."
I stare at her blankly with an unimpressed frown. "Are you egotistical or something?"
She snorts as she points her spoon at me in a slightly threatening manner. "As if! Take it back!"
"She said while eating something that resembles her." I deadpan.
"…"
"Alright, you got me there, there's nothing I can really say to combat that..." She pouts as she puts her spoon back down into her dairy treat. "You still haven't answered my question though."
"Red, probably... or black... I like total darkness."
"Edgyyy~" she hums.
"Hey, it's not edgy! I just like to sleep and black just so happens to be the color I see when I close my eyelids... and red is for my eyes."
"Antisocial edge lord." She smiles.
"That's mean, Neo." I pout.
*Snrk-*
She snorts and covers her mouth. "Alright, that was kind of adorable, you have a gift."
I simply shrug. "I practice."
We finish our ice cream and finally leave the parlor, walking through crowded sidewalks of middle-aged mothers, people on their way to work, and other assorted humans and faunus, the latter being given sideways glances and scowls.
"So how are you enjoying the city, Sean?" Neo asks.
"It's pretty good." I yawn. "All this technology makes my head hurt though... I mean really, what's the purpose for that moving picture box in my home?"
"…"
Neo slowly looks over to me with a raised eyebrow. "You mean a Tv?"
"Uhhh-"
"Has a small remote that controls it."
"Ooooh so that is what it is called." I hum.
"I really don't see the purpos-" My right eyebrow twitches slightly, then I reach out and snatch a feather that was floating past my left and examine it, it is fairly long, about as long as half of my forearm, and it is jet black, seemingly well preened and taken care of.
"Huh..." I blink, a frown slowly forming on my face. "That's a big Crow... or Raven?"
"Oh wow, that's pretty cool!" Neo grins.
I flick it out of my hand and wipe my hand on my shirt, casting a quick glance around. "Yep."
My face returns to its normal light hearted expression as I look at Neo's smiling face.
"Emilia, we are going out, think of a cool name for me to call you and get on your 'disguise self' spell."
"YES!"
A body slowly falls from the wall it was imbedded in and flops to the floor, making a squelching sound as it hits the ground.
*Bang*
A shot rings out in the dark warehouse.
*Crunch*
*Bang* *Bang*
A group of people sprint towards the exit in terror as a small white-haired girl punches one of the running men in the back, her fist creating a physical imprint in his back and causing him to spew blood out of his mouth.
The man in front of them both trips as another gunshot rings out, a hole appearing in the back of his shin as red slowly starts pooling around the wound, any pain though is stopped abruptly as the girl brings her leg down on the back of his head in a brutal axe kick... splattering his brain across the floor.
The warehouse doors are thrown open as a new person enters the warehouse.
The two children instantly snap their heads up, looking at the new threat, a man wearing a long red trench coat with blood red hair, a frown plastered on his face as he runs a hand through his hair, his green eyes narrowed at the girl standing above the mangled form of a man, a second child slowly walking up beside her, this one wielding dual pistols with a slight frown on his face.
"Tch-" the man in red scoffs and pulls out a small flat communication device. "This is Laffa, mine's destroyed... everyone is dead... send some backup if you want, I won't need it... these two kids are going to di-"
*Bang*
The boy is holding out one of his pistols, the barrel smoking slightly as a crumpled bullet falls off an invisible barrier about an inch in front of red-haired man's forehead.
Both children freeze and straighten up, narrowing their eyes.
"A kill shot? Mn..." The man sighs.
*Bang*
The communication device in his hand is shattered by a second bullet.
"Alright, now I am pissed off." The man states with a grimace as he holds out a hand to a dead man laying right in front of the door, then he clenches a fist causing the man's back to tear open and a basketball sized sphere of blood to lift itself out of the hole and float itself just above the open palm of his other hand.
Both children tense and scowl.
"Camilla." The boy frowns. "I don't think we can afford to hold back anymore..."
"Right." The girl nods.
(Pov: News Broadcast)
Two forms dash towards a tall man in knee-length coat, one, the female of the two, having a savage grin on her face while the male has a small frown, the boy doesn't look to be a day over twelve, while the female looks about thirteen to fourteen.
Around the three figures are several blurred objects with red splatters slowly leaking outwards, then the red suddenly shifts and flows across the floor and towards the cloaked man, freeing itself from the earth where it floats in the air as a massive red orb that transforms into a wicked looking one-sided greatsword with a jagged blade, easily a foot across at the hilt.
The boy slides to a halt as the girl continues forwards, he brings up his two pistols and shoots a barrage of bullets dead ahead towards the red-haired man, who in return simply holds the blade out in front of him, hand pressed against the side, rotating it every now and then and allowing the bullets to ping off the side of the large red blade.
The girl finally reaches the cloaked man and leaps up into the air with a fist cocked back, the man draws his blade back to hit the girl, but several bullet ping across his invisible force armor, or, to those who aren't fucking dumbass mythological creatures, 'Aura'.
The girl's knee suddenly snaps up and slams into the man's face, sending him skidding out of the warehouse.
She casts a quick glance over her shoulder. "Should we run? I don't want to deal with an annoying hemomancer."
"It's fiiine, it's fiiine" the boy waves with a pistol. "Blood control is a stupidly overpowered- but rare- ability... he has to die."
The girl suddenly ducks down and picks up a body and uses it to shield herself and her companion as several sharp needles of blood impact the corpse.
"You sure?" She asks.
"Yeah, I'm fairly sure, Camilla." The boy scoffs.
The girl sighs and shakes her head, looking back to the man who is running back into the warehouse, blood blade behind him. "Whatever you say, Alucard."
The now named 'Camilla' tosses the body at her foe with surprising strength, only for him to effortlessly cut it in half, the two bloodless halves flying around him.
He is once more forced to defend from a couple quick potshots from 'Alucard's guns, halting his advancement as 'Camilla' looks around her vicinity and picks up a large sledgehammer with a massive grin, seemingly wielding it in one hand effortlessly.
"RAAGH!" She shouts as she swings the hammer, forcing the man to block it with his sword.
The small boy looks down at his pistols and frowns slightly, then dashes off deeper into the warehouse and starts ripping the tops of crates off like it is nothing with his bare hands.
Camilla ducks past a retaliating blow and tries to uppercut her opponent, but he takes a step back and immediately goes for a diagonal slash which is blocked by the sledgehammer... which gets cleaved in half by the blood blade.
"…"
The girl repeatedly looks from the foot or so of the remaining handle and her foes' sword, then wordlessly throws it at him, the man slowly blinking as it bounces off the aura coating the area in front of his face.
"…"
"Fuck you." The girl deadpans with a frown.
"Swear!" Comes the call of the boy somewhere in the warehouse.
"Shut the fuck up Alucard." She calls over her shoulder as she leaps backwards away from 'Laffa'. "Where the hell did you even go?!"
The blood around the sharp edge of the greatsword seemingly liquifies and with a simple swing he sends a sharp arc of blood forwards like a whip, only for the white haired girl to dive behind a nearby crate, avoiding the slash that tears into the stone floor.
The crate is picked up and flung towards her red haired foe, but it is quickly cut in half before it reaches its mark, causing the halves and the insides of red powder to fly past the man.
Camilla slowly blinks as the man is forced to cover his eyes from the powder and slowly grins again.
She dashes forwards and lands a brutal three punch combo followed by a snap kick that launches the man into the metal wall besides the open door, physically denting it with his body as he bounces off it.
He lands on his feet and points the tip of his sword at the girl and shoots three quick arrows of blood at her which she barely weaves in between.
Laffa narrows his eyes and checks his scroll- or, to a dumbass mythical creature, flat light disk that displays images thing. "It's time to stop playing around... you did well to lower my aura to eighty-five percent, but now you die..."
He disappears and reappears in front of Camilla, said girl widening her eyes as she leans back, barely avoiding the horizontal slash that probably would have cut her in half, then continues into a back hand spring to the left to avoid a follow up vertical slash that splits the floor for several yards past the original contact point of the blade.
"A-Alucard?"
"Gimmie a second!"
Camilla ducks past another horizontal slash that angles upwards mid-slash, causing Laffa to narrow his eyes.
She quickly kicks up a short sword into one of her hands and slashes forwards, only to get easily parried by her foe as he holds his blade vertically to his side.
She leaps backwards and onto a cargo container as her red haired foe goes to impale her with a stab, the jab going cleanly through the steel cargo container like a hot knife like butter.
She suddenly steps to the right, avoiding the blade as it cleaves through the top of the cargo container and the blade of wind following after that cuts through a couple of the metal rafters.
"ALUCARD?!" Camilla shouts as she leaps off the cargo container and around her opponent.
"Fiiiine fiiine." A voice comes from the doorway to the warehouse. "I'm done."
The two fighting suddenly snap over to look at the door to see the white-haired boy... holding two large anti-material rifles, one in each hand. "Hi~"
*THO-THOOOOM*
Laffa shows the first expression he has had since he had been here besides smugness and narrowed eyes... mild caution...
He brings up the great sword and blocks the two blasts, his sword of blood denting heavily under the strain of the bullets... and our white-haired savior... is actually still standing?! What the fuck?!
"My arms hurt." He smiles.
*TH-THOOOOM*
He slides back a good five feet from the recoil but still doesn't fall.
"AHAHAHHA!" He cackles as he shoots again and again, the rifles mysteriously chambering rounds themselves?
Camilla takes this chance of Laffa diving behind the cargo container to rush over to Alucard's side, who isn't even budging after the blasts anymore.
The girl whispers something to her cohort, the words easily being masked by the loud explosions of the literal cannons he is wielding, but he can apparently hear it over his attacks because he frowns and slowly nods.
They both abruptly turn and rush out of the warehouse, by the time Laffa realizes what they are doing, they are long gone.
A purple haired woman in a black suit with a dark purple under shirt appears on the screen, her violet hair extends to her chin and she has a single strand pointing forwards past her vibrant yellow eyes.
"Once more, the mysterious 'Alucard' has eluded capture by both sides of the law, and has apparently made a friend along the way, one girl known as 'Camilla'... while I don't condone their methods, I can understand why they are doing it, they have seen a blemish on our society and have decided to take it into their own hands to remove it by any means necessary..."
"They have successfully managed to fight and hold off one 'Laffa Blare', otherwise known as 'Blood Blade Laffa', an enforcer of the criminal underworld- who is known to have the strength and power of an experienced huntsmen, but also the advantage of a powerful semblance- for as long as needed to formulate an escape plan, and execute it with little issue, they both seem to have even come out of this battle unscathed, meaning that they have a surprising amount of skill for their age, more than they should have any right to have."
"Who is the criminal killing Duo, Alucard and Camilla? Why are they here? How and why did they get so strong at such a young age? And what could they possibly do next?!"
"We go to Coral Brieves at the scene, what do you see, Coral?"
The screen changes to a woman with short light pink hair standing in front of a warehouse masked with police tape. "Absolute carnage, Lisa, there have been over thirty confirmed deaths, and the number is rising, how can two children be this ruthless?"
"According to the police on scene, Alucard seems to almost never miss a shot, could it have something to do with his semblance?" Coral asks. "His partner on the other hand is brutal, ruthless, and strong, she is capable of crushing bone with a simple swing and seems to have a mild sadistic streak."
"And Laffa Blare?" The original purple haired woman asks.
"Gone, but I assume that our little duo will not underestimate him again, so if they manage to meet again... it would be anyone's guess as to who exactly would win... back to you Lisa."
"We could have totally taken him if we stayed." I deadpan.
"Sean!" Emilia frowns. "He was going to cut me in half! I barely managed to come out unscathed!"
"It would always grow back, Emilia." I pout.
"Why are you ignoring his ability, Sean... we need to talk about that." She sighs.
"Right, Right." I wave off. "Whatever it is, it clearly isn't magic..."
"Yeah, I could tell." She frowns. "I cast detect magic as soon as your attack stopped in front of him... he didn't even radiate even a MINOR aura of magic."
"I did the same, so it is safe to say that whatever he is doing is some sort of technique or martial art..." I hum as I tap my chin. "But what?"
"Hmm... maybe we could do it as well?" She asks as she lays down on the couch.
"Maybe..." I hum. "But... until we figure it out..."
I slowly grin viciously as I pull out a small chisel. "We only lost because we were ill-prepared... so I am going to do a little... preparation..."
"Y-You know how to do enchanting, Sean?!" My compatriot asks.
"Of course, I do!" I smirk. "It's my father's specialty after all~"
I pull out my dual handguns from my dimensional storage bag. "And I have been thinking about doing this for a while~"
I quickly eject one of the bullets and carefully pick it up in between my fingers. "Mn... it's a fairly small surface area for the thing that actually hits the target... but I should be able to make a basic flame rune..."
I suddenly grin massively and pull out a massive rifle I have recently stolen and remove the clip, tugging out one of the rounds from it. "This on the other hand..."
I tap the bullet which is easily the length of my hand.
"Sadly, the part that hits the target is only about the size of my thumb, but I should have enough surface area to enchant something fun to the bullet casing as well." I hum.
"…"
"I have no idea what you are saying..." Emilia deadpans. "Bullet?"
"It's the thing that goes boom inside the gun and launches a small piece of metal that is attached to the tip at high speeds towards its target." I explain
"…"
"Think of a crossbow that has a tube attached but instead of using a string and arms to launch a bolt, use explosions... then replace most of the bolt and just shoot the arrowhead." I deadpan.
"ooooh, but how are the explosions generated?" She asks.
"An explosive powder that is in the lower half of casing, think of this discolored top bit as an arrowhead." I state while pointing towards the bronze-ish colored tip and then the brass casing.
"But how do you trigger the powde-"
"I didn't pull out all this ammunition to go through the intricacies of the gun, we have limited time and I need to quickly enchant about... fifty bits of ammo for this, then the gun, then if I have some more time I'll do the pistols or a knife or something else..." I frown.
"Does enchanting take a lot of time?" She slowly asks.
"You have no idea..." I sigh as I clutch my head slightly. "To enchant even a single rifle round with what I want, I am going to need to carve out the basic runes into it that allow it to actually function, then I have to carve out the damaging stuff, then if I really want them to work well, I need to carefully paint blood in the small scratches- and only the scratches as the magic will travel through the blood and if I have even a small blotch out of line, the magical energies might leap across to a nearby rune causing- if I am lucky- to just ignore most of the enchantments, but it also could explode in my face... violently."
"…"
"So, 45 minutes per bullet? An hour if I want to be careful and not mess it up- which I don't want to happen." I state. "For pistol bullets I could probably give them a miniature inch wide flaming explosion in like a minute, so I'm not really worried much about enchanting them."
"…"
"What about the rifle?" Emilia slowly asks.
"Pfft- how much time we got?" I ask with a small grin. "I could probably spend a week of continuous crafting on that and STILL not be finished with everything I could add to that~"
I tap my chin. "Though... for any enchantments of fourth tier of higher will require powdered silver or gold"
I start looking through my bag. "Luckily... I just so happen to have a small amount of each on me..."
"You do realize everything you are saying is basically going over my head, right?" Emilia asks.
"…"
"Emilia, I actually need you to do something for me..." I state. "Once I finish my first enchantment that is..."
I find my small bag of powdered silver and lay it on the table, then pull out a small rectangular metal box with a honeycomb pattern on the inside.
"What are you going to be doing with that?" She asks.
"Automating Tier 1 enchantments so I don't have to waste time on the pistol bullets~" I hum.
"…"
"And why do you need me?" She slowly asks.
"We will cross that bridge when we come to it." I state.
I look at the lid of my small metal box and with a final hand motion- and a bit of hemomancy-, the silver-blood mixture fills the last large runic letter.
Then I abruptly blast it with hot air to dry all the blood.
Now that it is finished, it looks like an assortment of gears combined together with extremely tiny runic lettering around the center circle of each gear, then slightly larger letters surrounding that, then, near the top I have the letters- in our ancient runic language at least, as I haven't even begun to try to learn human language... but I really should try-. 'C-H-R-O' because, hey, It helps to have branding~
It lets out a low humming sound as the gears start to glow.
"It's finished!" I exclaim
"Mn- what?!" Emilia asks as she sits up suddenly, having just gone to bed a couple hours ago. "Oh, you finished it? Sweet... what does it do?"
"It automatically enchants anything placed inside with a tier 1 flame explosion enchantment over the course of an hour once the lid has been slid back on." I yawn.
I toss a box of shells at her. "All you need to do, it put the bullets inside the honeycomb slots- tip facing the bottom-, then wait for an hour, then take them out and put them back in the box..."
She blinks. "That's it?"
"Yep." I state. "Now... I need a frickin nap."
(Pov: Emilia)
'annd he is out like a candlelight...'
I slowly blink at him. 'he is kind of adorable when he sleeps.'
I look down at the box in my hands
'might as well do what he wanted...'
I wave my hands, using my telekinesis to tug the lid of and open the box of 'Bullets' he gave me, then I slide out a container that looks surprisingly similar to the inside of the box.
With a single wave of my hand, I lift ten of the small instruments of death and place them in the honeycombed slots, bronze tip down, then I do it again, and again, and again, till the entire magic box is full, and the bullet package empty.
Then I simply slide the lid back on and place the entire thing on the table beside the bed as the lines of blood and silver glow a nice, warm, light blue.
I smile slightly as Sean lets out a small groan in his sleep, then I simply give him a small head pat as I leave the bedroom, ignoring the sound of blood rushing through my ears that I have grown accustomed to hearing whenever I am around him... him and his adorable smile-
I pause and rub my cheeks, making the steadily appearing blush go away with a quick pulse of my blood magic.
'you know... I am feeling a bit hungry, shame that it is only about a cycle away from dusk... I might have to wait just a bit.'
I let out a small sigh and sit down on our surprisingly comfortable lounging chair that is placed in front of what Sean deems 'the mind control box of doom'… he probably blew that way out of proportion if I am going to be honest, it is sort of a thing he does sometimes... buuut I suppose it adds to his charm.
*Knock Knock Knock*
'hoh? Someone's at the door? I wonder who it could be?'
'…'
'if it is some door to door salesman I wonder if Sean will mind me draining all of his blood?'
I let out a small sigh as I get up 'He probably would... we would have to get rid of the body...'
I reach out and open the door.
"Hey, Sea- oh? Who are you?"
'pink...' I blink several times at the strange person in front of me. 'she is... very pretty.'
Standing in front of me is a short girl with heterochromia and multicolored hair, the left half of her hair being Pink with a couple white strands here and there while the right is a simple brown, her eyes seems to be the opposite though, the left being brown, and the right being pink.
"Hello?" She slowly asks.
'oh... right... she is talking to me... how the hell did two humans make this?! She is the peak of all adorableness, and cuteness... and Sean clearly knows her... not bad little dude, he sure knows how to pick them... I'm not even mad that he probably has an attraction to this.'
I blink several times. "Oh, sorry, was dazed for a second there, your hair and eyes are so beautiful!"
"R-Really?" The girl in front of me asks while shyly twiddling her thumbs. "T-thank you... my classmates really don't think so... but I am glad you like it!"
'I am going to burn them alive then use the sounds of their screams to lull me to sleep every night.'
"So-" she pauses to look at the number on the door. "I was right, this is Sean's home, who are you?"
"I am Emilia Harea, and I am Sean's roommate, what is your name."
"My name is Neo 'Politan, it's nice to meet you!" She seemingly pauses for a moment. "Sean never mentioned he had a roommate."
"Hm, I'll be sure to tell him how rude that was, but at least we have finally met." I nod with a smile.
'I wonder if mother will let me sire her as my first Childe... nah, Sean mother would probably want her and I can understand that.'
"So, where's Sean?" She asks.
"Taking a nap." I state. "I can go fetch him if you wish."
"Mn- no... let him sleep, I don't want to be a bother to him..." She sighs. "he might stop being my friend."
I snort at that. "Sean, stop being friends... with you?"
"It's hilarious that you think he would leave you after bonding to you like that, you, his first friend in the city." I scoff. "There probably isn't much you can do to get rid of him now, so good luck with that."
A bit of red creeps up on her cheeks. "Y-You really think so?"
'…'
'I am going to literally murder everyone who has EVER made her sad...'
"Yeah," I nod. "He just always seems happier whenever he speaks about you."
'fall for the bluff, fall for the bluff, fall for the bluff.'
"R-Really?" She stutters, steam practically puffing out of her ears from how much she is blushing.
"Yep!" I smile. "So just keep doing what you are doing and everything will all work out."
I pat her shoulder. "Glad to meet you, Neo."
"Y-You too Emilia." She says. "I was going to ask him if he wants to go watch a movie, but I guess I can wait till tomorrow."
"'Movie'?" I ask.
"Oh... you are like him..." She mutters. "Ah well, you can come as well if you want!"
"I'll take you up on this offer." I smile "But for now, I should probably be getting to bed."
"See you tomorrow, then." The multicolored girl says.
I close the door.
"Yes! One more friend!" I hear her whispers from the other side of the door.
'I'll have my familiar follow her- oh? Is Sean already doing that as well? Mn... I suppose two familiars are better than one~'
I sit down on the lounge chair once more. 'what a pleasant neighbor... and she is the reason we are slaughtering the 'criminal underworld', right? That's another reason to like her!'
I smile lightly. 'I haven't had this much fresh blood in EONS!'
I frown slightly. 'blood...'
I think back to the night prior and how that red-haired bastard DARED to use an ability that even slightly resembles our powers.
'it might not be today, it might not be tomorrow, it might not even be this week, but that- as humans now say- fucker is going to die.'
AYYYE it's me again! Updating without a friggin schedule~ you know how it be! Annnyways, I realized that as I finished chapter 5, (Part 1 of the climax of Arc 1 and I am pleased about how it is turning out so far...) that I have ASSLOADS of chapters prepared! And that's a good thing I guess, this Wednesday I have something special to post that I finally decided to finish, and, well, I guess you will just have to wait and see what it is~
Anyways, review if you want, it always is nice to see what everyone else thinks and I am a bit saddened that the last chapter only got about 4 reviews.
No guest reviews that have struck my fancy this time (And by this, I mean asked an actual question), maybe next week?
Omake:
"Oh, greetings, Sean, you are here again?"
A small brown-haired boy turns around and looks to the white-haired woman standing behind him that is quite possibly named after his mother.
"Oh! Cassara? I'm here to see Emilia again!" He hums.
"That's grand! I am so happy that you are deciding to visit her!" She grins only to then frown and look away. "Unlike some people."
Emilia opens her door, probably hearing Sean's conversation with Cassara as she had started speaking to him just before he knocked on the door. "Sean?! It is so good to see you!"
"Ah, to be young." Cassara hums.
Sean tilts his head, a question popping into his head about Cassara's last statement. "I have been meaning to ask... but just how old... are you?"
She holds her fingers over her mouth and lets out a quiet chuckle. "My, My, Sean, don't you know you shouldn't ask a woman her age?"
"Really?" he asks.
"Yes." She nods.
"…"
"Well then, how old are you?" he asks after about a second of an awkward silence.
She shudders as if she was just stabbed through the chest with a stake, and hunches over slightly, holding a hand against her heart.
"D-Did you just say that I wasn't a woman to you?" She whispers.
"Hm?" Sean hums. "What are you talking about?"
"She's Thirty-Eight."
He turns to look at Emilia. "Wow, that's pretty old."
Cassara flinches as if she had been hit.
"I know, right? I don't know what I'll do once I get over thirty-five." Emilia hums, poking fun at Cassara while Sean is just being innocent.
"THIRTY-EIGHT ISN'T THAT OLD! WE LIVE LITERALLY FOREVER!"
"But don't you die when you are killed?" Sean asks.
"…"
"…"
"What?" he asks looking from Emilia to Cassara.
Cassara silently walks over to him and pats his head. "Never change, Sean."
He tilts his head again. "Hm? Why would I change?"
She slowly looks over to Emilia. "If you haven't tied the knot by the time he is twenty, I am claiming him for myself."
Emilia flushes and sputters as a bit of steam flows from her ears along with the telltale sound of *THUMPTHUMPTHUMP*
"Are you okay?" Sean asks. "What's that sound?"
Cassara puts a finger to his lips. "Shhh I am savoring every. Single. Last. Second. of Emilia's flustered embarrassment."
"Okay?"
Emilia eventually calms herself and grabs Sean's wrist. "Come of Sean, we are leaving."
Then she drags him into her room.
"Alright?" he mumbles.
Bye!
