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)


A solid black viper coils itself up, then slowly slithers forwards, it strikes at the air, then coils its body back up.

"I think you are getting its movements down..." I hum as I watch the snake's head peer around, looking for a fictional target.

It has been maybe a week since Neo started training her 'shadow illusions' and it is coming along nicely! She can make a snake shaped object, and can use it to attack, requiring quite a bit of focus on her part, but she is definitely doing a good job... she managed to make its attack deal more damage than a regular snakebite even without access to venom, basically when she makes it clamp down on something- and even then her shadow snake appears to be several times stronger than an average viper- she can make the teeth move and spin like one of those chainsaws humans use to cut down trees, so it is REALLY powerful!

The downside is, like I said, it requires a good deal of focus to make it move at the moment, so she is left basically defenseless as she commands it.

I reach down and touch it, revealing that it is silky smooth, no bumps and ridges besides the angular arrow-shaped head.

"Hn... do you want to start working on the scales? It doesn't feel like a real viper does."

"Yeah... I know..." She pouts slightly as she runs her hand down the length of the viper, she winces as she realizes just how much work she still has to do.

"ooor you could try and layer an illusion over it and do the scales later~" I shrug. "It doesn't really matter and I suppose having the illusion just over your shadow beast will allow you to trace the scales of the illusion."

She tilts her head. "Do I even really need the scales?"

"Hm... well for combat, probably not, it would probably be easier to control if you didn't have to worry about thousands of little scales and how they move when the body turns certain ways... but in the case where it has to look and feel real, you should probably do it..."

"I mean, who exactly would notice a snake not having accurate scales as it's eating their face." I shrug.

She slowly nods. "Alright... I'm going to try it now..."

She holds out a hand and the black shadow construct is replaced with a green viper with amber eyes, it slithers around, black featureless body sometimes slipping out past the illusion.

"It's not perfect... but you'll get it... I know you will." I hum.

"Sean, Neo my childe," my mother hums as she makes her presence known both of us. "Stagrim is going to have a couple devils around the house for his little meeting, so I am staying in here because I do not trust myself to not kill them if they dare make even a slight misstep... have you made any progress on your shadow illusions, dear?"

Neo looks over to her and nods once with a grin. "Yeah! I'm trying to put an illusion over it right now!"

"That's nice." My mother smiles. "I am really pleased with your progress!"

She wordlessly walks away and with a wave of her hand, creates a chair made of earth and gently sits in it, then she reaches into a small bag and pulls out a book much larger than said coin-pouch sized bag and starts reading.

I look to Neo and just shrug then we go back to what we were doing.


"Is this perhaps a training ground?" A voice asks the open air, causing Neo and I to freeze and slowly look to the door to see a man with short red hair standing next to my father, and beside him a boy, maybe twenty or so years old in appearance, also with red hair.

My mother looks up from her book and narrows her eyes.

I have an incredible urge to punch both of them in the face this very second because of the aura of smugness that radiates from them.

"Ah, you must be Cassandra~ pleasure to meet you~" the older one hums as he steps forwards. "I am Igared Cryonis, head of the Baron family, Cryonis, and this is my son, Rigan, heir to my name."

My mother interlaces her fingers and holds her hands just in front of her mouth with her elbows on the armrests of her stone throne. "A pleasure." She hums with what could appear to be a smile, but underneath it is clearly a scowl.

It appears that the younger devil has noticed us and slowly makes his way over.

He smiles, practically ignoring me and looking to Neo. "Hello, my name is Rigan Cryonis, what is your name?"

Now that he is closer, I can tell that he is much younger, about sixteen, and nearing about 5'8 so I have to look up at him just by quite a bit. He has red hair, much like his father, except a little shorter and parted down the middle, he has deep piercing blue eyes and wears a tucked white shirt that looks like something a nobleman would wear under a coat.

"N-Neo?"

"A beautiful name, for a beautiful girl~" he hums as he reaches down to gently grasp her hand and tries to pull it up to his mouth- only for her to pull it out of his grip and take a step behind me as she brushes off her hand with slightly narrowed eyes.

His eyebrow twitches slightly.

"It would be such a shame to allow one as beautiful as yourself to rot here~ why don't you leave this place, come with me, and I can make all of your dreams come true."

"Devils have a thing called a peerage, it is a thing based off chess that allows us to go out and find people in the world, then recruit them, turning them into a devil and granting them abilities depending on the piece used, but, above all else, you would gain life! You could become a living creature and truly live by my side!" He grins, holding out his hands to his sides.

"Why would I ever want to go with someone I just met?" Neo scoffs from behind me, I myself am trying my damnedest to burn a hole through this guy's forehead with my gaze alone.

He huffs and brushes his knuckles down the front of his shirt. "Well, I see what happens when I try to be nice to a lesser species."

"Tch." He scoffs as he turns away.

'calm... I am calm... father would be disappointed if I killed him... so I shouldn't kill him... be nice, Sean, I. Must. Not. Kill. Him.'

"What an utterly worthless girl. Hn. This was all just a waste of time." He continues with a slight glare over his shoulder. "That bitch should have been on her hands and knees praising me for offering up a spot on my peerage, Hmph, I suppose I could always ask father to make one of the conditions that she joins m-"

He freezes, hand on his chin, as my own clenches around his forearm.

'when did I get over here?!' I mentally shriek before pushing those thoughts to the back of my head, I had already started, so I can't really stop, now can I?

"Apologize." I growl.

"W-What?" He laughs. "You think YOU have the right to order me?"

"Tell her that you are sorry." I restate, this time using smaller words that might seep into his thick skull. "Or else."

"Or else what?" He snorts. "Honestly, you lesser beings are so sensitive."

"I will not have utter trash like you speak poorly about my Neo." I state, this time emotion leaving my voice as I start thinking about my next two or three moves.

"Tch- you little-" he pulls his other hand around and points the palm at my face, a red orb of energy forming in it briefly before shooting it at me point blank.

*Pop*

I disappear before it touches my face, reappearing on the other side of him with my own hand raised, palm facing out to the side of his head.

He slowly turns his head to look at me in the corner of his vision, his eyes widening at the fact I teleported without any movements or vocalization, also probably the fact that purple sparks are coalescing into a small ball of electricity just in front of my palm.

"SEAN!" My father snaps causing me to falter briefly.

"STAGRIM!" My mother growls at him. "LET THE BOY DO WHAT HE WANTS!"

I smile lightly at my mother's words.

*CRACK*

A bolt of lightning arcs out from my open palm, smashing into the wall in the distance, only barely missing the teenaged devil as he drops to the floor, my brief pause giving him just enough time to avoid death.

He swings his hand towards me, creating a cone of demonic fire, but I once more teleport, this time just above him where I do a small spin and send my foot crashing into the ground right where his chest was seconds before, as he had immediately started rolling as soon as he launched his attack.

I point a finger upwards and a single blade of shadow appears floating just above, tip pointed at him as he desperately tries to get to his feet again.

"S-Sean! Don't k-kill him!" Neo calls out to me.

'your contribution has been noted.'

His wings pop out of his back as he floats up and away from the blade of shadow as it imbeds itself in the dirt floor, the force causing a brief puff of dust and dirt to pelt his white shirt.

*Pop*

I appear above him, my foot slamming into his back just between his shoulder blades, then with a simple follow-through, I launch him downwards at high speeds.

*CRASH*

His body forms a small crater in the loose dirt, I look down at my handiwork with a small smile and float down, landing in front of him with crossed arms. "Are you ready to apologize yet?"

His hand snaps up and grabs my ankle and he look up as I don't seem to really react. "AHAHAH YOU FOOL! I JUST USED OUR CLAN'S TRAIT ON YOU! YOU CAN'T MOVE, NOW CAN YOU?!"


Pov: elsewhere

"Ah yes, its all coming together!" I grin as I look down at the sheet of paper I am filling in.

I look to the left to see my monster manual. "Now I just need to add in the racial immunities and such!"

"No con score... check... Not subject to critical hits... nonlethal damage, ability drain or energy drain... seems about right..."

"Immunity to poison, sleep effects, paralysis, stunning, disease, and death effects..."

"aha!" I quietly exclaim. "Chrissy the loli vampire is complete!"

I look down as I realize something. "Wait a friggin second... I'm... not on Patch anymore... I... don't have a maidens and magic group..."

I let out a shuddering gasp. "W-Well, maybe I can find one in vale? O-or maybe I can convince Qrow and the others to play?!"

I slowly nod. "Yes! Of course! I'll become a dm!"

I grin as I look up at the ceiling, letting out an evil laugh. "MUAHAHAH!"

"SHHH!" I am shushed by an old woman sitting behind a desk reading a book.

"S-Sorry Mrs Gundy!" I hiss.


I raise my hand and scratch my eyebrow, causing the devil at my feet to let out a small squeak of. "w-what?"

I hold out a hand and allow more electricity to form.

"S-Sean!" Neo exclaims. "D-Don't kill him!"

"Oh, right..." I sigh.

The lightning bolt I was casting slowly dies in my hand as I teleport again, this time appearing on his back with a foot in between the devil's wings, I quickly crouch down and wrap my hands around them, near the base.

"Say you are sorry." I hum as my grip tightens slightly.

"Ngh-" he shifts and moves around, trying to throw me off.

"I can and will rip off your wings. Now say you are sorry... if I have to repeat myself one more time, I'm killing you, even if it means I'll have to deal with Neo's pouting for a couple of days."

I use the foot not on his back to turn him so he is facing Neo, taking a brief moment to look over at my parents to see a massive rift beside my mother, protruding out of it, is a sharp scythe-esque blade held at the chest of the adult devil, now, don't let that fool you, the blade is EASILY about five times as long as the man is tall, and has the thickness of a grapefruit... as a cutting weapon...

"I-I'M SORRY!" The teen shrieks. "J-JUST GET THIS LITTLE PSYCHOPATH OFF ME!"

'Psychopath? Even after I went through all that work to keep you alive? That's rude.'

I look up. "Do you forgive him?"

"It w-was just words, Sean, there's no need to k-kill him o-over it!" She exclaims

"Do you forgive him?" I repeat.

"Y-Yes?" She slowly says, more as a question than an answer.

"Good. because I don't."

*Crunch*

I twist my hands downwards, causing the bones in his wings to shatter and pop.

"AAAAAG-"

I wordlessly hop off him and kick him in the ribs, sending his body flying across the room where he lands in a heap in front of his father.

"YOU BASTARD!" The man roars. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!"

"Shhhh." My mother shushes. "You are lucky that my son decided to let him to live... the real question is 'am I nice enough to let the both of you live?'… and I will say, if you keep throwing around rude words like that, I might not~"

"Now... here is how this is going to go, alright?" She hums with a large, sickeningly sweet smile. "You are going to give my dear Stagrim whatever he wants, and I will let the both of you live! How does that sound?"

"W-WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT?!" The man roars.

"Hmmm well, I suppose it would be the fact that I'm stronger than you. Buuuut a close second would be this blade at your neck." She smirks, then she briefly looks over to me. "Sean, can you please take Neo somewhere else for a minute~"

"Alllllright?" I ask as I slowly walk over to Neo. "My mother doesn't want us here, apparently, sooo want to go to my room?"

"O-Okay..." She whispers.

We walk out of the large dirt floored room and close the door behind us just as my mother interlocks her fingers and places them under her chin, elbows on the arms of her stone throne.

The door clicks behind us and we hear a brief. "So... do you know what this is?"

"T-THAT'S THE BIGGEST BEBILITH I-I-I HAVE EVER S-SEEN!" The man shrieks.

"So, you know that they can shift in between planes, correct? Soooo if you or your son ever try to tell anyone about what happens today, well..." We both flinch as we here a loud smashing sound from behind the door, the entire castle rumbling and shuddering for a moment. "Fluffy here won't be very pleased."

"Now, let's talk business."

Neo and I both share a brief panicked glance, then we both quickly speed walk away from the door.

"Nope. Nope. So much Nope." She whispers under her breath, and for once, I agree.


The door to my room is kicked open, Neo and I both flinching massively, nearly jumping out of our seats.

"Sup Lil shit and Neo! I'm BAAAACK!" Standing in the doorway is Emilia, he arms crossed over her chest and her hair slightly longer than it used to be.

""E-Emilia?"" Neo and I both ask at the same time. ""What are you doing here?""

"We're going to Vale!" The blond grins.

"Wait..." I blink. "What?"

"W-We can r-really go back?!" Neo whispers. "I-I thought we were supposed to stay here for like... years."

"Well, your mom, Sean, saw how homesick Neo was getting so she decided to let us go... besides, I'm strong enough to protect the two of you now." She finishes with a resolute nod.

"I thought I was the one with the super-secret power that only activates when I need it... or when I'm really pissed off... that worked too..." I hum.

"We won't need that!" She grins as she holds up a rock. "I have a rock."

"…"

"What?" Neo asks for me.

"I wasn't going to say anything... but, yeah, 'What'?" I slowly nod.

The surface of the rock turns from a grey color to a tan, then flows off the stone, much like water flowing around a rock in a stream, then just floats a couple feet below Emilia's fist, which she clenches and causes the stone to evaporate into sand.

"…"

"Sand?" I ask.

"This is my clan trait! The Harea clan can control any sort of sand! Plus, they can turn nearly any material into sand!" She cackles as the sand floating around her hand forms a rough looking shiv-like stabbing utensil, then it gets... red and... bubbly?

OH! SHE JUST TURNED IT TO MOLTEN GLASS!

It instantly morphs and cools, then, in her hand is a simple glass blade with one edge.

She lets it go and causes it to float above her hand then slowly circle her body like a small planetoid orbiting a sun.

"WOOOOAH!" I grin only to pause. "Wait... you said 'clan trait', right? why does that sound...familiar..."

"The devil." Neo deadpans.

"OH RIGHT! Devils have those as well... why do vampires have them?" I ask.

"Because the dark god is unoriginal when creating new races? I mean, we are basically just devils with super regeneration, harder skin, telekinesis, and the ability to control bats and stuff... like, we both have leathery bat wings, our magic is similar to their demonic power, we both get hurt from light- though we are slightly worse in that regard-"

"Don't let my mother ever catch you saying that." I deadpan. "According to her, we are better in every way."

Neo shakily nods.

"Soooo what have you been up to?" Emilia hums as she flops down on my bed, Neo and I were playing chess before she interrupted.

"Training... Neo's pretty good even if she is just a regular vampire... she has a great affinity for illusions and managed to make some real..." I explain, moving my rook to take one of Neo's bishops. "Then we found a fire breathing wyvern and its three eggs..."

"A WYVERN?! A-Aren't those extinct?!"

"Apparently not." I shrug.

"Well, then, some Devils showed up and the younger one tried to court me... then when I declined, he called me a bitch... Sean didn't take kindly to that." Neo continues taking my rook with her knight.

"So, he's dead?" Emilia asks.

"Not quite, Evilia, jeez... it's always murders with you two." Neo sighs.

"It's how we were raised." I shrug. "Apparently, before vampires went into hiding it was kill or be killed, like a group of clerics or paladins would hunt you down- *Snrk* Religiously- even if you were helping people, because 'undead are an abomination' or something like that... I mean, we are PRACTICALLY human! Just, y'know... superpowered."

I smile as one of my taken chess pieces bounces off my forehead due to my pun.

"Yeah, yeah... I've come to terms with that... I'll never be normal again." She sighs. "But I'm not throwing away my morals!"

"Does your morals include 'not crippling those who attack you'?" Emilia asks with a small head tilt. "Because if not, I could totally get behind that no-killing thing! Let them suffer for longer! Yeah!"

"N-No... no crippling." Neo sighs.

"What about breaking their bones?" I ask, moving a pawn forwards, towards her side of the board.

"I-If there is no other way, yes, that is acceptable..." She nods, taking a brief moment of pause to think of her next move, then she also moves one of her pawns.

I glance over to Emilia, moving my rook into position to take Neo's king. "Hear that, Emilia?"

She nods. "Make sure there is no other way... violently if possible."

Neo narrows her eyes at us as she moves a bishop to take the other rook. "I honestly can't tell if you two are just messing with me right now, and, well that kind of scares me..."

"By the way." I hum. "You've been in checkmate since you moved that knight two moves ago."

She snaps her head down to look at the board. "…"

Then just sighs. "You win again, Sean."

"Hey, you are getting there... this is practically the only game I had growing up... and well, I haven't ever beaten my mother... I managed to best my sister once, it was probably a fluke, but never my mother..."

I turn to look at Emilia. "Soooo, Emilia, how exactly does one learn to use the trait of clans?"

"Ask your mother or father?" She shrugs. "After Vale of course."

"After Vale." I nod. "But does that mean you have two clan traits?"

"My father is a deadbeat and has never been there for me, so no, I only know how to use one of them." She snarls.

"O-Oh." I whisper.

Neo and I awkwardly glance around the room.

"So... Vale?" I ask after about a fifteen seconds of awkward silence.


Pov:?

"You all awaken in a mossy and moist room, it is probably dark as well, but, seeing as you are all blindfolded, it is hard to tell... your hands are tied behind your backs with rope and vine, they are more than likely something temporary until they find something sturdier..."

"You hear shifting around you; however, the noises don't appear to be moving from where they originated... other prisoners perhaps?"

"Originally, you all had been a part of a merchant caravan, they hired all of you as guard to protect their merchandise as they crossed a part of the Valean overgrowth, but, it turns out, that some of the other adventurers hired for this job were in a band of marauders! Before you were knocked unconscious, you saw a wave of bandits pour from the surrounding forest, screaming and roaring a challenge, then, you were simply knocked unconscious after already being weakened by poisoned food..."

"What... do you do?"

"Do we really have to play this game?" Qrow asks.

"Yes! I worked really hard on it, Qrow, so I swear to the gods I'll cut you if you ruin this for me! You don't see RAVEN complaining, do you?" Summer growls.

"When do we get to the part where we can torture and kill things?" Said person suddenly asks.

"…"

"…"

"Your team is... really dysfunctional..." A new voice slowly murmurs.

"Tell me about it, Glynda..." Taiyang sighs.

"Alright, you are bound, gagged, and blindfolded-

"Kinky" Qrow snorts.

"What. Do. You. Do."

"I... would like to attempt to wiggle my way out of the bindings." Glynda slowly states.

"That would be an Escape Artist check." Summer Nods.

"Alright..." A d20 rolls across the table. "Thirteen plus my dex gives me a sixteen."

"You, Samantha, manage to just barely manage to get your hands out of the bindings, they weren't as tight as they could have been, and it was easy to untie the rope around your legs with your hands free."

"I take off my blindfold." Glynda says.

"You take off your blindfold, revealing a mostly dark room- you are an elf correct?-"

"Yes." Glynda nods.

"What kind?"

"Forest."

"Ah, I see- *Ahem*"

"With your race being adapted to hunting and gathering the forests around your home, even at night, you are able to see that you are not alone in this room, you see four other figures in this room, each bound and gagged like you once were."

"I would like to flex so hard I snap the ropes."

Everyone at the table slowly looks over to Raven.

"…" Summer is quiet for a moment. "alright... roll a d20 and add your strength modifier."

"And... that is?" Raven asks.

Summer reaches over the table and points to a four right next to Raven's Nineteen strength. "It would be a four, currently... or a seven if you are raging."

"Alright... can I rage to increase my chances?" Raven asks.

"I mean... technically, you could, but that is a once per day ability, are you sure you want to waste it before any combats happen?" Summer answers.

"Mn. No. You are right... I should save my strength for the kill..." The black haired bandit nods.

A dice rolls across the table "Elev- Fifteen?"

"You strain against the ropes, and they fray slightly, but, you aren't really in a position to burst them at the moment, with your arms behind your back, you can't build up enough strength to burst the ropes."

"Gods, how strong are those ropes?!" Raven hisses.

"Very." Summer states.

"Can I try again?"

"Sure, go for it."

She rolls the dice, gets a five, grits her teeth as she rolls it again, gets a six, then lets out a sigh as she gets a nine.

Summer looks at Raven's character sheet, leans forwards slightly with narrowed eyes towards the very top, then just shrugs.

"T-These fucking ropes." Raven hisses.

"Guysveenta-"

"Goisvintha Murder."

"Goisvintha, you have never come across ropes this strong before... could they be forged from the chest hair of some greater deity?! You don't think you'll be able to break them, even if you did rage."

"I would like to use a cantrip cut her bindings as she seems like she might hurt herself if this keeps up." Glynda interjects. "I cast Acidsplash..."

She picks up a d4, rolls it, getting a four, and re-rolls it until she gets a number under three, eventually ending on a one.

"Oh," Summer interjects. "Just for future reference for all casters, you can use cantrips an unlimited number of times per day instead of the listed number... well, barring some like Cure Minor Wounds... i have to put a limit on basically infinite heals..."

"Goisvintha, the ropes holding your arms behind your back is suddenly slacken as you feel a slight burning sensation, you quickly brush off your hands and are left free, when you take off your blindfolds you see a-"

Summer pauses to look at Glinda. "What exactly do you-"

"Woman about five ten, she is tanned, and has shoulder length brown hair with several flowery braids throughout, she wears a simple brown and green robe used to blend in with the forests of her home, she has pointed ears and bright amber eyes."

"Thankyou." Summer whispers.

"You, Samantha, see a- Tall orc woman with bulging muscles and dark black hair that reaches her back, she has bloody red eyes that seem to observe you, then write you off as not a threat, as she could probably pull a bien vs manbat and break your spine over her knee."

Summer simply nods as Raven finishes her description for her, honestly, it helps out a lot seeing as how she doesn't know what their characters look like

She glances over at Taiyang and Qrow. "You both seem calm for being tied up.

"This isn't the first time August Nellsechs has been gagged and bound~" Qrow snorts.

"I can free myself at any time, I just wanted to see how this played out." Taiyang shrugs.

"Wait a minute... didn't you say there were four figures other than myself earlier?" Glinda asks.

"I did." Summer slowly nods. "In the corner you see a young girl, maybe eleven or twelve tied up as well."

"I will go over and comfort the girl." Glynda says.

"I will untie the other prisoners to gain additional manpower." Raven nods.

Summer is sort of surprised at how well Raven is getting into this...

"You untie the young girl easily enough, using the same method you used on your new orc acquaintance... she looks up with a slightly fearful expression on her face and *Pause for dice roll* terror deep within her red eyes, and whimpers out a quick. "W-Where am I?!"

"I reach down and touch her shoulder, muttering a quick." "You are fine, it's okay... we will keep you safe."

"Goisvintha, while this is going on, you have successfully unbound the hands of the other two prisoners and just in time as well! The lock on the wooden door behind you starts to turn, then with a click it opens, revealing a human male about five-eleven with dark brown hair. He widens his eyes and begins to look like he is about to shout something down the hallway."

"Roll Initiative!"

The sound of rolling dice echoes across the table.

"Twelve." Glynda hums.

"Eleven." Taiyang states.

"Six..." Raven sighs.

"T-Twenty one..." Qrow gasps, a large smirk forming on his face.

"Oh... Well then, Qrow goes first, what do you do?"

"My Character is going to stand, raise his hands, and let out a vigorous warcry!"

"Alright?" Summer slowly Asks. "What is it?"

"FACE THE WRATH OF A. NELLSECHS!"

"SHHH!" Someone shushes from another part of the library.

"Oh my gods..." Summer sighs while putting her hands on her temples as Raven chuckles under her breath in the background. "Why?"

"My character runs forwards and shouts again."

"Prepare to be fisted!"

"Qrow, Why?!" Summer asks while Raven's snickering has evolved into full blow laughter.

The dice is rolled, and the number upon it is a simple two-digit number... Two... and Zero...

Summer pinches the bridge of her nose. "Roll crit confirm."

He rolls again... this time rolling a nineteen, and with his attack modifier, that makes it a twenty-one, well over the fourteen AC of this random mook.

"You crit." Summer eventually sighs.

"AAAAYE!" Qrow cheers, once more getting shushed by the librarian.

Qrow rolls max damage... two threes plus two, for eight... and a six-sneak attack... for a total of fourteen damage... instantly killing the bandit/plot hook with his bare hands.

"Qrow... did you take improved unarmed strike... purely for that joke?" Summer asks.

"Whaaat? Nooooo. I uh- took it for if I ever got separated from my weapon- yeah! For that reason, only!"

"With a single thought in mind, you leap forwards, fist reared back, then with a simple swing you strike this poor, poor, man's nose in a brutal uppercut... with a single swipe of your hand you send shards of bone into his brain, caving in his face and knocking teeth loose, instantly killing him... causing the small girl you just murdered a man in front of to scream."

"Oh, right... the girl."

Summer clutches the bridge of her nose again. "Gods damnit Qrow."


Pov: Summer

It had been about two months since I got the other's into maidens and magic, luckily our upperclassmen had been there as well, Glinda is a good player and I'm glad to have her, she even managed to get Tai and RAVEN into ROLEPLAYING like DAMN GURL that's an accomplishment!

Now the both of us are traveling to a nearby game store to pick up a couple miniatures for the next session, and, well, a new campaign is supposed to be released any day now, so I really want to check if it is out yet.

"Thanks for coming with me, Glynda." I sigh. "You honestly have been a really big help getting the others into roleplaying."

"Hey, you are a good DM, I never expected to find a Maidens and Magic group anywhere near Beacon so it has been quite a treat... I haven't played since I left Mistral two years ago..."

I let out a small sigh. "And I'm sorry about Qrow, he just doesn't want to get attached to his characters due to his semblance.

"No, that's fine... bad luck, right?" Glinda asks.

"Yeah." I sigh.

Qrow's semblance has been- pardon my foul language, me- a bitch. He forces the party to get low rolls when it matters and always gets a FUCKING NATURAL TWENTY when he has a chance to derail my plot!

A trio of children rush past us, a brown haired boy, a blond haired girl, and another girl with pink, white and brown-

I suddenly freeze and look behind me.

"Come on Neo! Let's go get some ice cream!"

"…" I watch in silence as they continue down the street.

"Hey Glynda... do you ever get the feeling like you are a protagonist in some sort of anime?"

"Huh? What makes you bring this up all of a sudden?" She asks.

"Because that is WAAAAY too convenient..." I sigh.

"What is-"

"Don't you see, Glynda, those children were vampires."

"Wh- what?" She deadpans as she looks over to me.

"The brown-haired boy blew up a theater a couple of months ago after the pink haired one was stabbed... he summoned zombies, skeletons, undead wyverns..."

"W-What?" She asks as the three turn the corner and disappear into the city.

"Uuuuh, something's come up... I'm going to have to deal with this right nowish... I hope you don't mind going back to beacon alone~"

"W-What?"

"Byyye!" I hum as I rush after the three, leaving the glasses wearing blond staring after me with a look of total confusion on her face.


Welp! Here you go! Hope you all enjoyed Summer's D&D segment, that was pretty fun to write... anyways, I'll see you all sometime in the future!

P.S.: What are your guy's opinions on me moving this to a Dxd crossover? i would probably get more views that way...