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)
About thirty minutes of trial and error, desperately trying to mimic my summoned snake, Neo has created a line of shadows... not very snake-like, as it looks just like a black rope- but it is better than the flat surface of shadows it started out as.
She twists her hands and gets the shadow to coil up, but it clings to itself and makes a circle instead of a spiral, causing her to let out a fairly loud growl.
"Hey," I call out. "You'll eventually get it... when I was younger it took me about four hours of constant work to perfect a blade of shadow, even more time to be able to create one quickly... you are trying to do something much more complex than a sword, so of course it would take time."
"Yeah, yeah." She sighs, pouting cutely.
The circle of darkness quickly rolls in the dirt of our training field for about a minute or two until it is a long line again, then she tries once more to coil it up like the snake.
It snaps together once more, turning back into a circle, looking like a black wheel of cheese suddenly appeared in front of her.
She just sighs and walks over to me, roll of shadows following behind as it slides across the floor, then she just sits down beside me, leaning her head on my shoulder as she holds out her hands again, using her ability to control shadows to roll the shadow back into a line.
"So... your father's dealing with Devils? What are they like?" She asks.
"Well... I don't actually know much about Devils, besides the fact that mother is horribly racist to them... beyond that... I mean, I expect leathery wings, spade-tipped tails and horns~ if I remember correctly, my mother said that they were 'Durable bastards' once before she went into one of her devil rants... so they must be pretty strong?" I shrug as I slowly wrap an arm around her midsection.
"Hm..." She hums as the shadows finally reach their line shape again. "What about dragons? What's the deal with those? Your father said there were... gem dragons? Are those like-"
"Made out of gemstones like Diamonds and Sapphires?" I ask. "Yes."
"How does that even work?" She slowly asks, briefly glancing away from her shadow manipulating to raise an eyebrow.
"Hn..." I hum as I tilt my head, using my other hand to tap my chin. "Well, I assume they are sort of like a golem... but... not? I heard that they grow like normal dragons, but their bodies are made out of gemstones so are they just absorbing magic to create more gemstones as they grow older? Or are their gemstones technically alive?"
I scratch my chin. "Well, I also heard that they were a sort of pet project by the devils until they broke out of their testing facilities and multiplied... somehow. The devils apparently made them using both metallic dragon blood and chromatic dragon blood, so they are sort of abominations if I am going to be honest... then they somehow gained psychic powers... and a bit of devil magic so I think there is also a bit of devil blood in there somewhere."
Neo grimaces slightly. "They sound like they are in constant pain."
"Well, that would explain their insatiable blood lust..." I hum "Gem dragons are known to be even more hostile and angry than even red dragons... and those make volcanos erupt when they wake up just because they didn't get as much sleep as they wanted... then they promptly fall back to sleep not even a decade later."
"Why would ANYONE make something like that?" She asks.
"Why does anyone do anything?" I shrug. "They were probably bored or just wanted to make a weapon of mass destruction."
She is silent for a moment. "Sean, can you give me a brief summary on dragons? I'm getting confused at the fact you make them sound like gods... yet Emilia's older sister has one as a pet."
"Well." I mutter. "They basically are gods."
Neo twitches as the 'snake' she is making snaps into a circle, but not a complete circle, just the outline, so she must be doing something right then she looks over at me with a slightly spooked looking 'are you actually serious' expression. "W-What?"
"Would you like a brief explanation, medium, or long?" I hum.
"Well, what's the difference between brief and medium?" She asks, gaze straying from her snake hoop and into my eyes.
"Well, brief, I tell just tell you about the three types of dragons and what they look like, medium I go into detail about the different colors of dragons and their weaknesses... and long is... well I could probably go on and on about dragons, so you should probably pick either brief or medium." I explain.
"Can you give me an explanation that is somewhere in the middle of brief and medium?" She asks.
"Hmmm..." I hum as I look off. "Sure, give me a second to organize my thoughts."
I slowly nod as I hold out my hand and a small line of shadows appears in my hands, then using it as a stick I quickly scratch out a dragon with four legs and two wings on its back into the dirt. "This is a chromatic dragon, they are creations of the dark god- *Cough* much like vampires *Cough*- they are slightly evil, however there are some exceptions when it comes to evil-ness- *Cough* much like vampires *Cough*- but, basically, Chromatic dragons come in all colors of the rainbow, be it Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, Purp- no, wait... not purple... but there is a Grey and a Black."
"Alright... I am with you so far..." She murmurs.
"Chromatic dragons have varying strength ranging from brown dragons who can barely be classified as dragons, they have small wings and have intelligence barely more than a dog... to red dragons who steadily reach the demi-god status before they die." I explain. "Their 'Strength Tier' list- as I like to call it- goes Brown, White, Grey, Black, Yellow, Green, Blue, and finally, Red."
"Emilia's family has some sort of contract with an ancient white dragon, and as a sign of good faith, I am fairly certain the dragon gave her sister one of its children to have as a familiar."
"Aren't white dragons fairly weak then?" Neo asks, shadow illusions briefly forgotten in favor of learning about the dragons.
"Nonono. Kill that thought right this second, I say that brown dragons are barely dragons, but there is a HUUUGE gap between the brown dragons and the white dragons, a great wrym brown dragon- as in, the oldest age any dragon can get- has the mental functions of a human TODDLER, at most they could cause a small sand-storm in the deserts they reside, a white dragon on the other hand has the same- if not more- brain capacity of the great wyrm brown dragon as a WYRMLING- or the youngest dragons can ever be outside the egg... white dragons are basically ice dragons, and the older ones can conjure massive blizzards to disguise their white bulky forms and can drop icebergs on things from miles up... brown dragons CANT actually fly, they can only glide.
"…"
"So, basically Neo, if a dragon can fly and is smarter than a toddler, they will just fly around much faster than we can, bombarding large swathes of land with their breath attacks- which they have developed their own magic system for called 'meta-breath' to alter said breath weapons- only to then fly up out of reach waiting for it to recharge."
"You know a surprising amount about dragons..." Neo whispers.
"Well, I thought dragons were pretty cool, so I absorbed any knowledge I could find about them like a sponge." I shrug.
"White dragons breath large cones of ice and are CRIPPLINGLY weak to fire, so if you fight one, kill it with fire..."
"Grey dragons are some sort of ancient variant all chromatic dragons were made from, their breath attacks turn things to stone, but my mother said they were nearly extinct several thousand years ago, so they have probably died out in the however many years it has been since dragons became legend." I hum. "Next are black dragons who live in swamps and can breathe underwater, they are immune to all acid attacks and have no real vulnerabilities, they also can spit long streams of acid like a water hose."
"Next are yellow who are immune to any and all types of electricity, they also can breathe out electric 'Bombs' which home in on anything that is made of metal... they don't have any vulnerabilities per-say, but they don't do well against earth magic and lightning rods." I nod as I continue on. "Green dragons live in forests, sometimes having packs of feral druids worshiping them, and can breathe out cones of corrosive gas that can melt people in seconds... but they are actually one of the nicer variants of evil dragons, they take good care of the forests they live in and sometimes made pacts with kingdoms exchanging their protection for wealth."
"The next strong are blue dragons who can launch giant lightning bolts from their mouth and tend to live at the tops of peaks away from humanity... their presence is so powerful, that older ones actually alter the air-space around their homes to be constant storms."
"Then, as I said earlier, red dragons live in volcanos, breathe fire, and are immune to literally all fire attacks... so they are VERY powerful."
"Alright..." She slowly nods "Now what?"
"Next are metallic dragons which are sort of just long snakey dragons without wings, but they can still fly, they seem to be a 'good' type of dragon, but don't let that fool you, metallic dragons are actually WORSE than chromatic dragons! as we are basically creatures of darkness they won't even give it a second thought before killing us!" I exclaim as I draw a quick long-bodied horned dragon. "Though, they do tend to help humans more than their counterparts, but they still like to collect treasures... there are two types of metallic dragons, the precious metal dragons, and the 'war-metal dragons'."
"Of the precious metal dragons they have Copper, Brass, Bronze, Silver, Gold, then Platinum, their levels of strength growing in that order... with the war metal dragons, it goes Nickel, Cobalt, Iron, Chromium, Steel, Tungsten, Mithril, and Adamantine... now, the war metal dragons ACTUALLY look like chromatic dragons, unlike their precious metal brothers, and well, they tend to be more neutral than both of the dragon types, so they do whatever benefits them most..." I state with a small head tilt as I think on the next thing to cover. "Precious metal dragons actually have two breath weapons, I don't know the specifics on each type, but it can range from electricity and slowing gas, to fire and sleeping gas... but the war metal dragons seemingly only have one type of breath weapon, like super-heated sparks or oil, but are physically stronger than the other Metallic dragons."
"And gem dragons?" She asks.
"Oh... well, I don't actually know all too much about their hierarchy, so I can't really explain much about it, but I do know that diamond dragons are supposed to be the strongest, and that they are even stronger than Red and Platinum dragons."
"Hm..." She mumbles. "Alright... then..."
I stand up, causing Neo to let out a small whine of protest, but she eventually lets me go. "Ooooh I wonder if we can teach our new wyverns meta-breath! That would be so cool!"
"What is... meta-breath exactly?" She asks with a small pout, a little disappointed that I moved.
"Dragons can use Meta-Breath to alter their breath weapons in exchange for increasing their recharge times... so let's say a yellow dragon decides to use meta-breath as it launches an electricity bomb at you, it's electricity will stick to you like glue after it makes contact and continues to zap you even after it should have lost power, sort of like that 'napalm' stuff humans made." I explain. "They can do many things, changing a bolt of electricity or a line of acid into a cone of sparks or corrosive spittle, make the breath weapons even stronger, my father once said a dragon can ANIMATE their breath weapons into powerful elementals under their control!"
She slowly blinks. "Alright... that sounds fairly powerful."
I pout and sit down again. "I want a dragon familiar but I'm probably never going to get one."
Neo pats my back. "It will be fiiine, we live like... forever, right? You will probably get one eventually~"
"Yeah, yeah..." I sigh.
"What's the point with getting a familiar anyway?" Neo slowly asks.
"Well, familiars are great assets, the stronger you are, the stronger they get, and in some situations, the stronger the familiar is, the stronger you are, but that really only applies for dragons... so Emilia's sister is probably going to be one of the most powerful vampires to ever exist in a couple hundred years... at least until something like a tenth-generation vampire appears..." I explain as I lean back slightly. "hm... I wonder if I am going to live long enough to see that."
"Wait, just how much stronger do familiars get?" Neo slowly asks.
"Hmm... you know the normal strength of a bat, Right?" I question.
"Yeah, not much, right?" She answers with a small smile, heterochromatic pupils drawn to my form, each more slanted than they used to be, each with a slight tinge of red that barely peeks out.
"Well, you know that time I summoned five wolves against you?" I hum as I reach out a brush a strand of hair out of her face.
"Y-Yeah." She stutters from the intimate contact.
"My bat familiar could probably smash it's little body through one of those only using a little magic to empower itself." I smile as I gaze up to the dark roof.
"…"
"So, basically while a normal bat would repeatedly bump into a window like a moth going for a candle's flame, mine would go through it like a rock." I clarify.
"o-oooh"
"Children, the unseen servants have nearly finished your dinner." My mother calls into the room.
"Sweet!" I grin as I instantly hop up, glancing down at this still sitting Neo. "Race you!"
I am already about thirty feet away by the time she processes what I have done. "YOU CHEATED!"
Then she hops up and chases after me.
Pov: ? (Sometime in the past)
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"Hn..." I grunt as I slowly and painfully open my eyes. "W-Where the hell am I?"
"OH MY GODS! HE'S AWAKE!" A cheerful girl voice exclaims to my left.
"S-Sum?" I ask as I look around the room to see my team sitting down, wincing at the sterilized white and blaring light of the room. "What happened?"
"You got fucked up." My sister deadpans in her normal stoic snark.
I immediately sit up with wide eyes... and that wasn't a good decision apparently because my body wants to kill me.
I wheeze as a wave of pain strikes me, my ribs are probably broken- or at the very least, cracked- and I have several bandages wrapped around my arms and chest.
Tai, who also has bandages around his chest, looks over to me with a slightly dull look, his normal humor seemingly dried up. "Yeah... that bitch packed a wallop... I'm lucky my aura only gave out as I went through the window..."
I let out a sigh and lean my head back. "Alright, how long was I out?"
"Just a day!" Summer grins. "From what Rave told me, you got smacked through a stone wall, so I'm surprised you woke up after just a good night's rest."
"You seem cheerful." I scoff.
"How could I not be?" She hums. "I just had something WONDERFUL confirmed!"
"And what exactly would that be?" I ask with slightly narrowed eyes.
"Oh nothing~" she hums.
"Alright... if you aren't going to tell us, I guess I should move on to the next point... WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU WHILE WE WERE FIGHTING THAT DEMON?!"
"I wouldn't call it fighting..." Raven sighs. "She beat all three of us... effortlessly..."
"I-I was doing something extremely important!" Summer defends.
"And what pray tell where you doing?" I ask, a little venom dripping into my voice.
"Watching the kid kill the angel." She mutters.
"So, you basically left us to fight those undead while you whipped out the popcorn and watched a fucking child punch some winged freak around?" I growl.
"…"
"Fucking lucky... that sounds pretty kick ass..." I mutter.
Raven looks over to our diminutive leader. "So. You said you would tell us the important thing after Qrow woke up... so you wouldn't have to repeat it... so spill it."
"Not here!" Summer hisses, quickly hopping to her feet in order to find some sort of nurse to check me out of this place and return the team to our room.
"Alright, Sum, what was soooo important that you had to drag us back here to tell us." I scoff as I gently lay down on my bed with crossed arms.
"You'll see in a second~" she hums as she crouches beside my bed and reaches... under it.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Looking for something." She responds with her normal chipper attitude.
"Well stop it." I growl.
"Oooh don't get so defensive, Qrow, we already found your porn mags~" the cloaked girl hums as she drags out a large cardboard square.
"W-WHAT?!" I shout.
"Hn, yeah... you were never that good at hiding stuff were you... I mean, really, a shoebox with a false WOODEN bottom?" My sister scoffs. "Why would a cardboard box have a fucking wooden bottom?"
"And let's not talk about how you had so many the box wouldn't even hold shoes anymore~" she continues, leaving me slightly flustered.
"AAALLLRIIIIGHT!" Summer exclaims as she sets up the piece of cardboard on an easel.
It is crisscrossed with colored yarn, large pins keeping them stuck to the cardboard, where the pins are there appears to be... status sheets that appear to be roughly cut out of a book or something along with pictures.
"What... are we looking at?" Raven slowly mutters.
Summer taps the cardboard with a stick she found as if she was giving a presentation. "I think it is about time to figure out what the HECK happened last Saturday!"
"…"
"Is this what you were doing all night in the library last night?" Raven deadpans.
"I refuse to answer that question as I don't want to!" Summer hums. "But anyway, I have prepared a slight presentation to try and determine what exactly went on at o-twelve hundred, Saturday!"
"T-" Raven pauses and inhales, rubbing her face with her hands. "It... wasn't twelve o-clock, Summer."
"IRRELIEVENT!" Summer snaps as she slaps the board.
She turns her back to Rave, Tai, and I and points to the board. "It all started as we left the theater, some dude-o with wings s-stabbed a little girl..."
Summer takes a brief moment of pause to frown.
"Yeah. We were there." I scoff.
"This set one of her friends into a rage where he blindly attacked the stabber, only to get stabbed himself."
She points to a side diagram with the picture of an angel that looks like it was ripped straight from a coloring book with white wings colored black with sharpie. "To start off with, it appears that an angel was responsible for the stabbings, he had feathered wings, could use light powers- which I assume all angels can do- but the only problem is, an angel has no reason to do this... they are supposed to be kind hearted and protectors of the innocent! Not bloodthirsty murderers!"
"Summer, you seriously think that guy was an angel." Raven deadpans.
"Not just ANY angel, blunt partner of mine, but a social outcast angel, one who has been cast out from heaven due to their misdeeds, a FALLEN angel!"
"Hm... cool, seems legit... except for one tiny detail..." I scoff as I lean back. "THEY DON'T FUCKING EXIST!"
Summer holds up a hand and wags her finger as if to say 'nonono'. "Ababa, silence peon, that brings me to another thing, the child himself!"
She points to a poorly drawn stick figure with leathery wings and a black aura around it. "This child, clearly isn't your AVERAGE everyday child, considering the fact he not only survived being stabbed through the chest, but seemingly unlocked a transformation and regenerated from the wound!"
She points to a couple pieces of yarn. "I have managed to find a couple myths and legends about creatures having his capabilities, but I haven't really found anything that is one hundred percent accurate to what he has shown."
"But." She hums. "So far, after a while of searching and thinking, I have guessed that he- in fact- might be a devil!"
"A devil?" Raven snorts. "You do know you sound absolutely ridiculous right now, correct?"
"No, no." Summer scoffs. "It makes sense! Devils are known to have leathery wings, spade-tipped tails and horns, but, what if that wasn't actually correct? Just some sort of myth brought around by an animation or picture of a devil that had those features? So far, the child has shown, quite a bit that proves this theory! The first: Leathery wings! The second: Magic! And the third: it would make sense for the angel to actually attack him then, even if he was doing nothing wrong! They are supposed to be natural enemies, so for an angel- especially a fallen one- to attack a child in the open like that isn't that out of the ordinary!"
"Magic?" Raven laughs. "You really think magic exists?!"
Summer gives Raven a deadpan look. "Well, how would YOU explain that, Rave? His ability to control shadows, his capability to launch lightning bolts out of his hands, his GOSH DARN NECROMANCY?!"
Raven snaps her mouth shut.
"And, well, that brings me to another point, his Necromancy..." Summer states as she points to a picture of one of those lizard things that attacked Raven, this time not actually rotten or missing a wing. "It was clearly a Wyvern... a lesser dragon that can't breathe fire, but has a powerful venom stored in its stinger."
I lean forwards slightly and narrow my eyes at the picture, spying numbers and a bit of a status sheet beneath it. "Did you... cut that out of a Maiden's and Magic monster manual?"
"…" she is silent for a moment as she processes the question.
"Whaaat?" Summer asks. "That would be ridiculous! Why would I carve up a perfectly good book just to make a presentation?!"
"…" then she is silent for another moment.
"I simply printed out that page while I was in the library and cut up that copy." She continues.
"…" the silence is deafening as Raven and I thoroughly judge her.
"You are basing all of your theory on Maidens and Magic?" I deadpan.
"Not JUST Maidens and Magic, Qrow!" She scoffs. "You see, after that boy's sister hopped out of the sky, c-crushing the head of that angel, she looked to me and called me a 'Silver eyed monster'."
She points to a corner where she has a picture of herself with silver paint covering her eyes. "So, I have deduced that my eyes grant me some sort of special power to kill grimm and other unholy things like those old stories about how grimm flee in terror at the mere sight of a silver eyed warrior!"
Raven leans back with a snort. "So, what? You can shoot lasers out of your eyes or some shit?"
I let out a long sigh. "Look, Summ, you make some good points, Wyverns might have existed at some point in the past, but to think that angels exist let alone devils-"
"Vampires." Taiyang whispers.
"Hn?" I hum as I look over to him. "You say something buddy?"
"They were vampires..." He whispers slightly louder. "That woman bit that girl... and drained all of her blood from her body the only supernatural creature known to do that... is a vampire."
I look over to him with a raised eyebrow. "You are seriously buying this supernatural cra-"
Summer gasps. "Oh my gosh! That makes so much more sense than devils! Vampires are known to be shadow creatures! They are really pale, red eyes, technically undead..."
She pauses for a moment and mutters under her breath. "But vampires can't go in the sunlight?"
She dashes over to her bed then pulls a book out from under it and quickly flicks through it. "Vampires... vampires... vampi- ah, here we are... Dhampires or half vampries can go in the sunlight... that doesn't make sense though... according to Tai, the mother was a vampire- thus would have to be a full vampire in order to-"
Summer inhales slightly. "Oh right... the girl... ah well, she and the boy were clearly friends, so she is probably fine."
"SHE'S DEAD SUMM." Tai snaps.
"Pfft- you think she is dead?" Summer scoffs. "When vampires drain a creature of their blood, they come back as vampire spawn."
I let out a sigh and rub my face. "That 'Why would I slay the savior of my son' comment is making a lot more sense..."
"Summer, that book won't always be right!" Tai snaps again.
"It hasn't led me astray yet." She shrugs. "The zombies have damage reduction against bludgeoning attacks and the skeletons had DR against slashing and piercing attacks."
"Besides, those zombie wyverns had stingers, the monster manual said that wyverns have venom." She hums. "AHA!"
"Vampire lord- oh... oh no..." She whispers.
"What is it Summ." I sigh.
"Vampire lords- and vampires in general have regeneration, ridiculously increased physical abilities, can dominate people with their eyes or voice-"
I freeze at that last point.
"Vampire lords can change the weather... stay in the sunlight with only a slight penalty to stats," She continues on. "Have telekinesis, can become literally any animal below twelve hit-dice- but those probably don't exist so they can become like any animal, can call a horde of bats, wolves, or giant bats to their aid-"
"We get it, Summer." Raven growls. "Vampires exist. Whoop-tee-fucking-doo... what the fuck are we supposed to do then, hm? Qrow already got himself dominated by that woman and told her the secrets of aura... plus she snapped my sword by merely twisting her hand... that was dust-infused FOLDED steel! It took a deathstalker's claw to snap it last time!"
Summer sighs and closes the book. "We can't do anything... that boy was clearly ALSO a vampire lord, definitely a lot weaker than that woman from the sound of it, but able to withstand the sunlight."
I let the back of my head thump against the headboard of my bed as I lean back. "Are we seriously going with the vampire thing? Is that our actual explanation?"
"Mn." Tai grumbles, still sounding a little depressed that an innocent child was 'killed' on his watch.
"Yep!" The cheerful one hums.
"It's sounds absolutely retarded, but... there's no other damn options at this point... that lady had no aura, but still showed SEVERAL semblance-like abilities." Raven sighs, then gets a slightly thoughtful look on her face that progresses into a full-blown slightly-feral grin. "Hey summer, what exactly is the boost to a vampire's 'stats' in that game?"
Summer, blinks and seems to get excited at the fact that her self-proclaimed bestie is showing interest in her favorite game. "It says here that they get like a plus six to strength!"
"And that is... good?" Raven asks.
"Well, the max you can ever start out with before any modifiers is eighteen, but one of the barbarian-esque races only gets a plus four to strength, but they get penalties to their mental stats... vampires on the other hand get bonuses to all of their stats, the second highest being Charisma and Dexterity which get a plus four bonus!"
"And that's not taking into account the vampire lord which gets DOUBLE the bonuses of a normal vampire!" She continues with a grin, muttering under her breath a "ohoho I know what my next character is going to be!"
I look at Raven again who seems to be seriously considering hunting that boy down and doing whatever she can to get him to bite her neck.
I should probably get her off that train of thought before she gets too invested in it... but eh... the brat's mom bitchslapped me through a house, he can handle brief sexual harassment from my sister.
Until he snaps and kills her...
Yeah, no, I'm going to have a little talk with her...
I pause as I realize something. "Hey... wait a minute... how exactly is that Maidens and Magic monster manual so accurate? The wyverns are one thing, a skeleton could have been found or something and it was just lost to time... but the vampire thing... do you think... that... the creator of Maidens and Magic is a supernatural creature?"
"…" Summer slowly blinks, then flips the pages to the front of the book... where she looks at an autograph... she had a signed copy apparently.
"Sally F. Dragoon." She murmurs.
"…"
"OH MY FUCKING GODS"
Everyone in the room violently flinches at Summer's sudden curse.
"DRAGOON?! HOW COULD I NOT SEE THIS BEFORE?!" She shrieks.
She inhales deeply. "Going to the movies day before yesterday was the best decision of my life!"
She ACTUALLY SQUEALS and hugs the book.
I don't think any of us have the heart to tell her it could just be a name...
Heeey looks like 'the gang' figured it out! And through remnant's D&d at that!
I just woke up as I write this, so I am not in a very talkative mood, so here, have this. i hope you enjoy it... i'm pretty proud of the way i made team STRQ play off each other's personality
