This fic is VERY experimental.
Be aware that it may contain stuff that doesn't make sense, Or things that have changed A LOT.
Amyway, I have been enjoying Tmodloader recently, And I thought I could write something about it.
So I went on with it and wrote a crossover fic yet again.
Behold, Calamity Mod AND RWBY!
Yes, Another crossover.
Well, Most of my fics from now shouldn't be any diffrent anyway.
Anyway, Back to the fic!
Calamitas truly is Overpowered, I will not be nerfing her offensive abilities.
That's just how Powerful Calamitas is.
However, As powerful as she can be, She is just a human.
It was mentioned in her lore that her family, Also rivaling Demigods in power, Was killed and hung by a large mob of normal people, So she will not be immune to any weapons when her guard is down.
In other words, She can die to traditional weapons OR magics if her guard is down.
Just like a normal person.
She usually just sits back behind a barrier and launches attacks, And even while charging at her enemy, She surrounds herself with barriers.
And that is exactly why she cannot dodge well, She just never had training for them.
That's my version of Lore-Friendly Calamitas.
Nerfing Calamitas aside, This fic will not have Calamitas going to Beacon as a student.
She is going to stay low and observe the world, But just like how her magic attracted Yharim, It will attract Ozpin.
Once he confronts the Supreme Witch, It's going to be tough for him to get her to join his side.
But she is a free soul now.
She doesn't like getting manipulated anymore.
Only god knows what's going to happen when she and Ozpin meets each other.
Anyway, Let's get right into it!
It was a normal day for Calamitas, the Brimstone Witch.
Her true name was never told to others, So she sticked to her gained name.
She honestly liked it.
Anyway, Right now she was tending to the Brimstone Roses of her beautiful, lively garden.
It smelled of fresh Brimstones.
Her "Savior" had left to possibly get more things to annoy her with, And while she was thankful for them saving her from the Tyrant's grasps and his Curse, She still didn't appreciate them trying to fight her every single chance they had gotten.
Or they would pull "Pranks" on her, Such as filling her usual cup of tea with that disgusting, Ice cold Coffee.
She literally had spat them out more than three times already!
She hated the cold so much.
Each fight with them or pranks pulled on her left her winded and out of breath, And also tired of doing anything and everything.
That, Or left her angry and fuming enough to burn down another poor man's house with her hair drenched in soda or confetti.
There were always those rough days when they would call her out to fight way too many ungodly times.
Those days, she just liked to flop on her bed and have a sip of her signature tea, All while smelling some pleasant smells of Brimstone Roses right outside.
But there were some good days where her "Savior" would leave her alone, Letting Calamitas have a nice day out in the forest, Tending to her garden filled with Brimstone Roses, And even relax as few wild animals passed by her.
But even those days were rare.
But if she thought about it..
She kind of was the one to go all out on them first, She had even almost killed them a few times.
But even after all that, The Savior was kind enough to grant her mercy, shelter and freedom.
Even after she gave them far too many third-degree burns with her magic.
Well, She was thankful for that.
What she wasn't thankful for was them calling her out again, Probably to fight her for..
How many times had it been?
She could feel them putting even more Fuel on the Altar of The Accursed, Notifying her of their intentions.
She sighed and willed herself to be transported back to The Altar of The Accursed.
"If you're looking for third degree burns, You're looking for the right person."
She had mumbled lazily, Drifting upwards in the air as the Arena built itself around them.
As Calamitas summoned a Barrier around herself, Again, She called upon the first barrage of Brimstone Skulls.
She put extra effort into making it harder to dodge for them, Which was barely any effort.
As she lazily drifted around the air, Waiting for the Savior to finish dodging them and start attacking, She noticed something strange.
The Savior didn't have any weapons on them, And they were panicking as they waved their hands at her, Screaming something about stopping the attack.
What? The Savior was pointing at something behind her.
She was confused at that, Because the only time The Savior would call for her is either to fight her, Or ask her about any requests they can do for her, Or vise versa.
She put down the Barrage of Brimstone Skulls and the Barrier, Leaving herself open as the panicked Savior dashed towards her.
"What is-"
That was her first mistake, Letting her guard down.
She felt sharp yet agonizing pain in her stomach.
She looked down to only see a pure black tendril, Jutting out from her stomach and pure red blood poured out from where she had been completely skewered.
Where had it come from?
She had no time to ponder about it, Or scream out in pain before the tendril literally threw her into something.
The last thing she felt before losing consciousness was a feeling of nausea, And a famaliar feeling of his magic.
And she lost control of her own.
",She's losing a lot of blood, We have to hurry!..."
"...Why'd you save her? She's not even going to help us surviving these Grimm!..."
"...Because it's the right thing to do...."
Too loud..
"...Put her there, We'll patch her up..."
"...How'd she even..."
...
Beep..
Beep..
Where was the sound coming from?
Beep..
It was far too loud for her liking.
She needed it to stop.
Beep..
Wait, Where was she?
She tried her best to remember.
Oh, Right.
Fight with her Savior, Stabbed in the back, Lost control and went berserk with her magic.
Whatever the hell she pulled off, It felt like she was exhausted.
Way too exhausted.
She wanted to go back to sleep, Yet her body wouldn't allow it.
So she opened her eyes.
The first sight she was assaulted by was just a pitch white room, Fit with what looked like some sort of advanced medical equipments.
Her common knowledge told her that she was in a hospital.
She tried to sit up, But a sharp pain from her back and stomach prevented her from doing so.
Gods, It had hurt a lot.
And her magic reserves were reduced down to near zero.
Whatever she did with her magic, And whatever his magic had done to her, She did not feel good because of it.
Click
She turned her head towards the sound.
A man in a white gown walked in, a small frown in his face.
"I see that you're awake now, You were seriously injured."
He walked towards the chair beside the bed she was laying in.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"I am feeling horrible."
That was a rude reply, But she didn't care at the moment.
She didn't even know where she was.
"Where am I?" She asked, Glaring at the man.
It would have done better at scaring at the man if she wasn't injured and laying in bed.
"You're at a hospital, Of course."
"I know what a hospital is, Where am I?"
She was starting to get annoyed now.
"You're inside the walls of Vale, You're safe."
"You don't have to worry about anything that did.. That, to you."
"You were found right outside of the wall, You got lucky that people found you before you bled out."
"So, I had to get that wound closed, And here you are."
The doctor had said, Making her confused for a moment.
Vale? She never had heard of places named that.
Just where in the world was she?
Her head spun and she felt nauseous, Making her grimace, Putting her hand against her forehead.
The cool sensation on her forehead made it slightly better.
She did not feel good either way, Though.
"I suggest you rest, I will come back when you are well enough for us to.. Talk."
"Is that understood?" The man said, And she nodded to reply.
"Very well, We will talk later."
"Press the red button on the bed if you need something."
The man then exited out of the room, Leaving her alone with the noise of beeping from that damned machinery.
Now she could think alone, Without any interruptions.
She felt very weak, It felt like that damned worm had thrown her into his portal.
She did not like travelling through those dimensional portals, She would always get nausea and possibly throw up.
She would always get sick for way too long when she entered those damn portals.
And she felt exactly like that.
Her head was spinning, And she felt like she was seconds away from throwing up.
She flopped down onto the bed yet again, Thousands of possibilities running through her head.
Was she in another dimension?
Or was she just stranded in some unknown city, Spared from the Jungle Tyrant's wrath?
Did she get sent into another planet with human life?
She would have to find out soon, But she needed to rest for now.
She sighed and laid her head on the stiff white pillow, Letting her eyes close.
The smell of chemicals was clear in the air, And as much as she didn't like the smell, She did like the silence inside her room.
At the very least, It was peaceful.
She felt slightly better when she woke up again.
Her nausea, Likely from the transportation, Was gone.
And the hole in her stomach was somehow regenerating.
Was it like how the Savior drank that damn Healing Potion of theirs and got right back into the fights?
Those potions had weird characteristics, Like bringing someone nearly dead back to life with just a single sip.
But it was ridiculously sweet, She had tasted it herself.
Any more than a few sips were enough to get her stomach hurt.
A lot.
Those potions aside, She had known that those were not the case here.
The last time she had checked her bloodstained bandage, There were nothing too special.
Atleast nothing smelled too sweet.
Maybe it was the machinery.
All these.. New subjects to study on excited her.. And annoyed her at the same time.
But what had truly surprised her was that she could feel mild magic from her bandages and wrappings.
Those were applying some kind of a healing magic to her, Or it had seemed.
After all, She had no idea what was used in the bandages.
She would have to ask about The Doctor later for sure.
Anyway, She was apparently stuck in this place until she got better.
Might as well learn more things about the world while she was stuck there, Right?
But she never did realize what she was going to experience in this world.
She sighed.
There was a long path ahead of her before she got back, Or at least settled down somewhere safe.
Welcome to another fic of mine, This time being a Terraria Calamity Mod C/O with RWBY!
I love terraria mods, And I just wanted to take my time at writing one as I now will have more time to write it.
Anyway, This story will serve as an experiment, Allowing some newer and more fresh writing experience for me.
We will see my nerfed version of Calamitas in action soon enough, After she's recovered from that gruesome injury anyway.
She'll be fine.. I think.
However, The appearnce of this story does not mean that my other one, Stranded in Remnant is abandoned.
Chapter 5 is still under work, And it will release after the Chapter 1~2 of this story is released.
It will come soon enough, Please be patient.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in Calamity Mod or RWBY.