Minecraft x RWBY
Originally Drafted: October 20th, 2022
Originally Published: November 21st, 2022
〘 Beacon Academy, Ozpin's Office | Day 7 〙
The grinding of the gears above the clockwork themed room was particularly drowning today. Its heavy metallic noise seemingly washing away all the worldly senses of the sole occupant in the room. Though such noise was no longer able to disturb Ozpin's train of thought. If anything, it seemed to strangely comfort him, as the timeless Wizard stared forlornly in the distance. Off towards the Emerald Forest.
He'd felt something that drew his attention there. Minor at first, but just like how the feeling of riding a bike never goes away, the undeniable presence of magic had once more begun to seep into this realm.
Had the Brothers returned? Come to interfere in Remnant's mortal affairs once more? No, if they did, the duo would have made their presence known all over.
This one was different. Unlike the Brothers of Light and Dark. This flow of energy seemed alien. Unnatural to even this world's strangeness. Ozpin couldn't help but be intrigued. And if he'd felt it, surely she would have too.
It was… troubling. To say the least. A world changing event happening within his area of jurisdiction, and the best response he could do was send in a lone Huntress. Though, with much of the details being left vague, disguising the mission as a simple Beowulf nest extermination. But something clearly went wrong. Ozpin grimmly thought.
Were it not for his duties as Beacon's Headmaster keeping him here. He'd have gone in her place instead. But it's too late now isn't it? A voice in the back of his mind taunted him. He hoped that Ms. Cedar had not become another one of his failures, added to the list of casualties in his ongoing conflict with the Queen.
She was always one of the more eager of his students. Even despite the tragic loss of one of her teammates during her time in Beacon, she still persevered. To see such a promising one be snuffed out so soon always hurt him deep down.
A sigh escaped his lips. The coffee cup he'd held in his hands had gone cold by now. Usually his preference for the beverage would have seen the mug drained of its contents. But recent events have put such behaviors he'd usually indulge in into disarray.
Magic, actual magic. Such a precarious thing. It was prevalent millenia ago, but now it's largely been returned to reality. He'd only hope that whoever brought it here would be benevolent. But, the world wasn't known as Remnant for no reason. Perhaps this time, magic might bring about the end of the world as they knew it. Or perhaps he was just being too paranoid.
His thoughts were interrupted when the familiar chime of the elevator sounded out. Pinging him for his attention. The doors opened and came through was Glynda Goodwitch, one of the more notoriously strict combat instructors of Beacon.
The woman strode forward, a serious expression on her face as she held up a data tablet on her offhand. The hardlight screen of the device showed a list of current active and inactive Huntsmen and Huntresses within the Vale region. Currently it showed the file of one Cedar Ardilla, the student he'd sent. Though, a red symbol contrasted the profile of the Huntress, the words "Deceased" emblazoned on it.
Glynda barely said a word during the entire time as she placed the device onto the Headmaster's table.
"Glynda, what seems to be the problem?" Ozpin asked calmly, the act only irritating the woman.
"What's the problem?" Glynda replied incredulously, "It's hardly been a day and you've already declared Cedar dead."
The Headmaster refused to break his face of neutrality at that outburst. "An unfortunate way to go, but, yes. I have."
"What makes you so certain? I know the enemies we're up against are powerful, but to declare one of our own as dead without confirmation? That seems a bit too soon, don't you think."
"When it comes to matters such as this, Ms. Goodwitch. There are no other ways it can go." Ozpin declared. He'd seen first-hand how potent magic can be. And if Ms. Cedar had indeed encountered it, then he'd only hoped it was painless.
"I can't believe you could be so nonchalant about all this."
"It comes with experience." Ozpin replied bitterly. Remembering all the other times he'd had to do such a thing.
"But, what if-" Glynda was about to retort. Only to be interrupted by the sudden vibration of the scroll on her person.
It was a simple text message. One barely a sentence long with the phrase: "Still alive, pick me up." written on it. Followed by a set of coordinates. Releasing a sigh of relief at the message, she turned to face the Headmaster. Who had a look of surprise on his face.
"It seems you were wrong." Glynda said as her irritation faded, only to be replaced with a mild disgust at the man's actions.
"Thankfully, yes. I was wrong." Ozpin said as he leaned over his desk in a thinking posture. His hands clasped together as he spoke, "Perhaps we should see for ourselves?"
Sensing an opportunity, as the coordinates were deep within the Emerald Forest. A place so far out not even the villages of the frontiers would bother setting up there. The place where he felt that magic from before.
"Why the sudden interest?" Glynda asked cautiously.
"Because I believe another god has descended upon the world." Ozpin cryptically replied.
Continent of Sanus / Forest / Day 8
The gentle humming of melodies by the nearby Jukebox played and set the mood for the day. An upbeat chiptune-style piece with a shuffling waltz rhythm. Simply titled, "Blocks" by its enigmatic composer by the name of C418. It was one of the many music discs he had found in his adventures.
The man never knew where they came from, only that they existed some time before he came to be. A relic perhaps, of a time before him. Were there others like him, he often wondered. Was he alone in the many worlds he'd traversed? By the hundredth time, each new land all became a blur to him. The same process is repeated each time. Coming into existence, breaking wood and making shelter, smelting ores into usable material for crafting, all culminating into a climactic duel with the Ender Dragon.
He'd lost count how many times he'd done it by now. Expecting it to go on forever at this point, yet there were also long periods of time where he'd just stayed idle. Seemingly content for a time with the world he'd settled in. Perhaps someday he may stop. But that doesn't seem to be now.
For this world was far stranger than any he'd been to before. Even stranger than that time when he'd reached the proverbial end of the world by arriving at the farthest of lands, where reality seemed to break. If it could be conceived of, he'd most likely had done it already.
His mind wandered off to his new companion. The person with the many ears, he'd have to think of a better name soon. Staring at him. She'd been hovering behind his back for a while now after growing bored of setting a few trees on fire, choosing to trail behind him as he worked.
Finding it troublesome to get anything actually done. He'd elected to take up one of his few ways of relaxation. Music. The "Blocks" track on the jukebox had ended by now, prompting him to eject the disc. With a simple hit by his arm, the pixel shaped representation of music was dispelled, and he went to look for a replacement.
His plus one, seemed eager to hear what would come next. Having taken up a relaxed posture as he, in his best approximation of a relaxed state, simply plopped down on a boat he'd placed in the room.
After a few moments of searching through his myriad of odds and ends scattered in his almost labyrinthian mess of a storage room. He'd found what he was looking for.
It was one of those rare few tracks he'd often found stuck in his head for a while. One he'd found himself thinking of even whenever he wasn't active. A track laced with nostalgia from the first few beats up to the last. It was something that helped him forget about most of his more mundane problems whenever he heard it.
As he inserted the disc inside, the gentle notes of the instrumental seemingly perked the interest of his companion. With her ears seemingly twitching along with its minute movements along the melody.
For a few moments as the music played, the pair sat in a companionable silence. The nostalgic track takes both of them back to their own memories of time that had passed.
Memory is a bittersweet thing, while the moments they forever ingrain into you can be a cherished possession. Something that defines your very being as it is now. It can also be a great burden. Being stuck in the past can be unhealthy at times. Unable to really move on and face the future as you drown yourself in the happiness you felt in those times, or the regrets holding you back.
However you handle it, they'll always be a part of you. Even as the memories fade and nothing is left but a lingering feeling of what was. And so, with those thoughts in mind. The man looked forward to what the future may bring.
Author's Notes: No, before you ask. Steve will not be joining Beacon Academy. There's too many of those kinds of fics around that it feels kind of same-y. Plot-wise, events here happen way before Volume 1. And I don't intend for Steve to become entangled with all the mess that happens in the main story of RWBY. He just sort of exists as a lonely diety within a new world. Shaping the world around him with his influence, whether it be by his blocky hands or by accident.
Side note: Should I add Alex into this story as well?
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Thanks for reading. And as always. I'll see you in the next one. じゃ、またね~
