A few days later, some of the gang had come over to Fiye Weapons, and then up to the FOD, complaining about schoolwork. Ruby in particular was eager to tell everyone that part of the delay was because the other day, Penny had saved her from being hit by a truck. Ruby was fine, but Penny had taken damage to her hands. Not much, but enough to show that she was actually a robot, as the paint on her hands had been stripped away, showing the metal underneath. Everyone else that wasn't DMND was shocked, but they were upset when they learned that DMND knew but didn't tell anyone. Until Penny explained that she wanted them to keep a secret.
The Slayer even walked them to the infirmary, surprised to see Isabelle up and about. Introductions then happened all around, with Ruby wanting to pet Isabelle because dog faunus. "Careful though, I bite," Isabelle warns, making a biting motion with an evil grin.
"Woah, a dog with a bite. I hope you're not barking up the wrong tree with this one," Yang puns, which upsets Isabelle.
"Blondie, I may be a traveling doctor, but that just means I know how BEST to hurt," Isabelle responds with a growl. "Make a dog pun like that around me, and your first checkup with me will...be quite invasive," Isabelle warns, glancing between Yang and Blake, who were standing quite close to each other. "And same with your pussy friend, while I make you watch."
Blake blushes a red that passes lobster and enters tomato territory, running away. Yang also blushes, but not as intensely, but the Slayer could see her eyes turning red in anger. "HOW DARE YOU MAKE FUN OF MY FRIEND LIKE THAT!" Yang yells out, rushing forward to punch the dog faunus.
"Oh, you think I meant something else, didn't you?" Isabelle responds with a smirk. "If I had meant to say vagina, I would've said it. I'm a doctor after all," she continues, grin full of malice as she gets into a defensive posture.
The two girls were about to punch each other, until an impossibly strong hand wrapped around each girl's arm, keeping them far apart. "Knock it off, you two. You young lady, should be in bed, resting," the Slayer says sternly to Isabelle. "And YOU need to keep your temper in check. You should know better," He tells Yang."Now, go and find Blake and make sure she's alright. Rest of you, go train or do your homework," He orders, and they all slowly pile out, not meeting his gaze.
"I recognize many of them," Isabelle says as she lays down back on her bed. "All Beacon students, aren't they? Alongside Ironwood's pet robot. Yet they obey you. Who ARE you? What IS this place? WHERE is this place? I'd want to assume the technology this place has is Atlesian, due to how advanced it is, but...it's unlike ANYTHING I've seen," she adds, glancing around at the infirmary, then letting her head hit the pillow.
"Good questions," the Slayer answers. "First thing to know...I am not from Remnant. Not even this universe," he explains, which causes Isabelle's eyebrows to raise. The Slayer then looks up, saying "Slayer's Testament. One." A deep demonic voice answers him, and the Slayer smirks evilly as he mouths along.
"In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him... the Doom Slayer." Right as it finished, he mentally cued up BFG Division, lowering the volume after a few seconds.
"There's more to it. Like six more parts of my Testament. But I figure you can listen to the rest on your own. And that's just what the DEMONS say about me. I haven't even mentioned what a certain person has said about me," he says after a bit, letting the music die down. "Let's just say the last doctor I knew of...she thinks I'm a god. Not a demigod, not some messiah figure, not a saint nor any of that. I mean, a god, full stop. Though thankfully, the g is a small one," he admits to Isabelle's shocked face.
"Woah..." Isabelle responds after a few minutes, struggling to find something appropriate. But the Slayer beats her to it.
"You're not sure you believe me. You think I might be crazy. It's hard to find an appropriate response to someone telling you they're a literal god. It boggles the mind," the Slayer answers with a ghost of a smile. "Am I right?"
"OK wise guy, going to tell me you're psychic now?" Isabelle retorts, crossing her arms. "Or is it you've done this before?"
"Done this before somewhat, but that's a story for another time. Worry not though, this indicates you are still sane, which can be quite difficult when dealing with gods, demons, and beyond. It can all get confusing VERY rapidly," the Slayer answers.
Isabelle narrowed her eyes, but after a few minutes changed the subject. "So I have to ask, where are we? This place is unlike any I've ever seen. Or is this the afterlife, if you really are a god?" She asks cheekily. "Which would make sense because if I heard correctly while half-asleep...we're in space?"
"No, you're not dead," the Slayer answers with a smile. "This is not the afterlife. This is the Fortress of Doom." He pulls up a hologram, showing Remnant, and the FOD in orbit. "We are here," he indicates, tapping the FOD. "Likely the safest place you can be. Since this world has yet to develop ANY space-age technology, because you all rely on Dust too much, and Dust doesn't work out of the atmosphere. As for the nature of this place? Tech is mostly from one group of...well, to simplify things I'll say aliens, made for a different group of people that I suppose fulfill the technical definition of alien, even if they're as fully human any of us. As for the exact room? Well...yeah, I was able to reconfigure the interior of this place, so you're in the infirmary. It was once just me in here, but a reconfig allows everyone else up here. We have it all. Bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen, living room...the works. Oh, and this, as you can see. Once you're better, I'll give you the tour," he tells her, making a wide sweeping motion with his arm.
Isabelle sits up, taking a glance around the infirmary, taking in all the details. "You can start now. I get the feeling I'll be hanging around here a lot, even once I'm better," she chuckles. "So you should show me the ropes around here. I'm already seeing things I've never seen before. I'm guessing this is all due to that fancy alien tech?" She asks with a laugh.
"Yeah, pretty much," the Slayer answers with a chuckle, wandering around the room. "And this place is quite advanced. First off? With the bed you're on, each comes with quite the med scanner, built into the bed. As well as this arch," he adds, demonstrating as an arch slid around Isabelle, then began to move up and down. "Quite good at finding things that shouldn't be there. Tumors, infections, parasites...you name it. And detecting other oddities besides. Right now it's detecting malnutrition in you," he informs her, and then goes over to a wall, detaching a screen. "It also can project a field that will numb parts of the body, for pain relief. But the system can still detect it, AND alert you to it," he adds, showing a few more settings. "You're not in the system yet, but you can see this much," he says handing her the screen.
Isabelle looked as she saw her own vitals, the technology able to determine her pulse, blood pressure, and more. Even brain activity was present as she scrolled down. A few taps even showed some internal views, such as the condition of all bones, the strength of her heart, and beyond, all without any obvious scanning equipment. "Woah...I already think I'm going to like it here," she admits with a grin.
"But the show doesn't stop there. Over here we have a fluid analyzer, useful for any fluid that might need to be looked at. Blood is the obvious one, yes. But spinal fluid, urine, saliva...the list goes on," he indicates a machine sitting on a desk. "Over here we have a compound synthesizer, able to whip up literally any drug in this thing's database. At the exact volume you need too, and in any form, be it a pill, topical, or an injectable," he indicates another device, this time on a wall. "And THIS area? Well, this is an interesting one. First, see the force field?" He asks, walking through it. "Sterilization field. It tingles a little as you enter. But it kills off everything that's not you. Quite useful, because THIS area is made for surgery. And you need not worry about...not having the parts." He goes over to a large machine embedded in the wall, full of a strange fluid. "Argenta bioprinter. This baby's a beaut, let me tell you. Able to whip up pretty much any body part, or organ. Need a new heart? Lung? Arm, leg? This thing can make one. It takes the DNA, finds the epigenetics for the part you want, then makes it. The DNA being on file, by the way. Yeah, that's something I probably should've done, but literally the only one with their all their biodata in the system is me. Nobody else is in there yet," he finishes.
"Wow. I think I may be having a doctorgasm," Isabelle admits with a smile, crossing her legs. "This place is going to be AWESOME! And you know, to keep myself busy..." on her new tablet, she quickly figures out some motions, and brings up the Slayer's own biodata, eyes widening at what she saw. "Holy fuck. Is this real? It can't be. This thing can't determine your age. It's trying to read your telomere data, but your telomerase levels are off the charts, so it can't determine your age. Not to mention these...additives in your blood. Or the enlarged heart and adrenal glands. Muscle and bone density are also WAY up there. I could go on, almost as if you are supposed to be the ideal superhum—" Isabelle was continuing her doctorgasm, when she paused upon realization at what the Slayer's biodata was telling her. "Or rather...that maybe you ARE a god, as you claim. There's so much that doesn't make sense otherwise."
"Don't worry, I know it takes some time to process," the Slayer says with a chuckle. "But in the meantime, rest up. The place's server has all of Earth's movies and TV shows. Oh, and..." with a few motions, a screen is projected in front of Isabelle. "Now you can watch from any angle. And not worry about the tablet falling on your face. Not to mention this thing can replicate plenty of food and drinks. So you should be fine for quite a while."
"I think I'm going to like it here," Isabelle admits with a yawn. "Oh, damn. Guess I'm sleepy again. But then...I DID just get an information overload," she says as she puts the tablet down on the table next to her, and lays back down. The Slayer pats her head, then leaves to let her sleep.
It was about a week later that Isabelle had recovered enough she could walk around without issue, and no longer had to worry about herself. She was staring out the main window when the Slayer joined her. "So, you've gotten the grand tour. I've put you in the system. You've learned more of our little operation up here. What do you think?" He asked her.
"Oh this place is awesome. And so is the view. But I think you're way understaffed up here," Isabelle answers, causing the Slayer to glance at her with a raised eyebrow. "As good a doctor as I am? I can't do it all. I'm not a surgeon, for example. Nor am I a shrink. So you need some extra help. And that's just medical help. I think having someone up here permanently to help maintain things could help as well. I know you have the kids clean their own rooms and all. But hey...everyone up here is able to fight in some capacity. But having someone to keep it tidy when nobody's here could help." Her eyes then widen. "And OK, yeah, the med staff could help. But of all things, I just thought of something else you could have up here. Dedicated chef. And for those of us who are older...bartender. Surely you've felt the need for a drink now and then," Isabelle says with a laugh.
"Yeah, I've wanted one. It's just that there's a problem," the Slayer responds, turning to face her, making a sweeping motion over himself with his hand. "You already know so much about me. Do you think drunk happens easily?"
Isabelle smiles as she looks him over. "Fair point. And I get a feeling that even if you WERE drunk...your fighting ability would feel no effect? I mean...I read your codex. Ignoring hunger, thirst, exhaustion and disease? What the hell did you do, roll 21's on d20's all your life?" She pokes his arm, feeling how rock solid it was. "No wait, it's more like you rolled 30's. Your character sheet must be perfect. Beyond perfect."
"So you guys have Dungeons and Dragons here, huh?" He laughs. "Or close to it. And no no, I'm NOT perfect. It's not like I have a good Charisma score. My usual answer to problems involves shooting them. Nor would I claim the most agility. Stealth...is not exactly in my playbook."
"Claims to have a shitty Charisma score. Yet you have all these people friendly towards you," Isabelle continues with a smile, and raises an eyebrow, nudging him with an elbow. "I also cannot help but notice...that only FOUR of them are guys. Your own team, RWBY, the JNPR girls, the CFVY girls, Penny...me. Do you have ulterior motives sir? For medical reasons, I must know. Good thing that compound synthesizer can make contraceptives, I may have to pass those out like candy," she adds with a smirk.
"Look, most of them are underage. And Nora and Pyrrha both go for Ren and Jaune respectively," the Slayer retorts. "Besides, do you even know how old I am? Years no longer cut it. Milliennia no longer cut it. Eons might, if we go with the astronomical definition that an eon is a billion years. And even then? Hard to tell. Hell...doesn't exactly play by the same temporal rules as the rest of existence."
"OK, so maybe you're a BIT on the old side," Isabelle laughs. "But you should enjoy yourself. You're from another world, are a god...those would be GREAT selling points for you, if you put age aside." But then another, sobering, thought hits her. "Oh, I think I know part of the problem. You fear outliving..well, ALL of us, aren't you?"
"I thought you weren't a shrink?" the Slayer asks, raising an eyebrow.
Isabelle smiles as she answers. "OK, so officially, I'm not. BUT, it's not hard to make the connection. If you're immortal, and we...aren't, that is an obvious difference. In fact...level with me. Honest answer," she asks, staring hard into his eyes. "Has this happened before? You outliving a lover?"
The Slayer sighs as he answers. "Outlived in the manner you suggest? No. But I have watched loved ones die," he admits. "Anyway, moving on. You mentioned people we need. I get a feeling you were going to mention more. AND, that you might even have ideas for who could fill the various roles. Which I could understand, from your various travels."
Isabelle pouted at the change of subject, but went along. "Well, you certainly score high in Perception and Wisdom," Isabelle chuckles. "But yes. Oh, and I even have ideas for your idea to populate Mountain Glenn as well. Or at least a start. There's villages out there that get attacked by Grimm regularly. Many would likely move, if made an offer. You'd have to prove to be better than Ice Princess's dad though. But then...I get a feeling you would be. As a god...you don't actually care about the money I take it? No concern for material wealth, only the safety of the people of Remnant?" The Slayer nodded, so she continued. "Yeah, I figured. Granted, you'll still NEED someone to help manage the business side. I'm guessing you have no idea, do you?"
"Hey, I was taught how to shoot things. I know trigger discipline, not taxes," he laughs. "Though, Marion seems to be able to handle the shop."
"Yeah, true. But can she handle a big operation? If not...Weiss may know how. But even then...she may want to take some online business courses," Isabelle adds. "Let's see here...there's various villages that I'm sure would move to Mountain Glenn, if you promised safety, security, and freedom. Show off a little and they'll be extra inspired. And we might be able to find more specialized people here too. As the biggest example? Well...I hope we can find someone to come up here and figure your tech out. With a lot of what's in my new infirmary...I'd bring it with me if I could. Give me a portable med scanner and a few other tools and I'll be the ULTIMATE field doctor. And if you could figure all that out...or find someone who can? That would help not only me, but literally every field medic out there."
"Oh don't worry...I'll find some ways. I have the power to go anywhere in Remnant I want. Distance means nothing to me. Now yes, there can be some problems in where best to open the portal, it's usually NEVER too much of a problem," the Slayer responds. "But yeah, you make a good point. And hey...you seem well connected enough. You might be able to do a good bit of the talking," he admits with a laugh.
