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English: Yippie Ki Yay
Translated English: Yippie Ki Yay
Alnus Hill inside General White's office, shortly after the brawl
3rd POV
The scene opens up on the face of General white. He held his head up by his hand, but not with interest or exhaustion, rather he looked rather disappointed. The cat person child was sitting on his lap humming as she was drawing a picture with crayons. Beside him was Ms. Blanche who was furious at the two In front of them. Hikaru and Delmo stood with their heads held down. Two soldiers from the expeditionary forces, more particularly the commanders of their brigade. General Patch had high hopes for these two and on the first day they broke several regulations.
"General White Isaac, I wish to admit my fault but this… Fumeiyona baka has to be blamed for starting this incident." Hikaru remarks with a serious look on her face.
"Oh please, if you hadn't sat on my cooler we wouldn't be here largo burro." Delmo said casually as he spat that last line towards Hikaru.
"Why you, stuck up Fumeiyona ko! If you were in my unit I'd had you shot!" Hikaru snapped.
"If I was in your unit, I'd shoot myself but not before taking you out cadela." Delmo remarks. Hikaru was about to argue when Ms. Blanche spoke up.
"Enough! The both of you!" Ms. Blanche shouted before regaining her composure. "Thankfully beyond some water damage you haven't caused that much trouble. But this transaction will be reported to both General Kenkichi and Marshal Baptista."
"Which means more god damn paperwork for me." General White groans as the child presents a crude drawing of her and the general. Shame it was on important paperwork. He let's out a sigh before looking up at the two. "But she is right. If not for First Lieutenant Presly Capitan Zbonac and Private first class Sapaguita this co-operation of ours would have ended then and there."
The two soldier responded differently. Hikaru was disappointed that she was in trouble but took it with stride and humility. Delmo groaned and tried to argue that he wasn't at fault, course this fell on deaf ears when a knocking came at the door.
"Ah, just in time." General White said before motioning to Ms. Blanche to open the door. She complied and in walked two soldiers. "Ah Rikugun-Tai-I Kin, Captain Coelho. I think I'm done with these two. Would you kindly take them to their superiors."
The two give a nod before escorting the two out. On their way out Hikaru waited till Delmo was out of hear shot before speaking, "Father, it wasn't my."
"Takeshidō no saisho no kōdo, Gi o oboete oite kudasai! Anata wa sensō de asobitai kodomo no yō ni furumatte imashita! Anata no heisha ni modotte kudasai watashi wa anata no batsu o kojin-teki ni mimasu!" Kin shouted in anger as the two exited the building. There Eastwood could be seen, waiting outside for Kin. Spotting him Kin straitens himself up before remarking in English, "Return to your barracks. I'll deal with you in time."
Hikaru looked down in shame but all the same gave a salute before heading back. As she disappears into the crowed Kin made his way to Eastwood, the two made their way down the street towards the communal dining hall. As they walked along, Eastwood broke the silence.
"So… how much trouble over beer did your daughter get into?" Eastwood asked.
"Tsk, it's very American of you to think it's just about beer. It's about principle." Kin said in a huff of uncharacteristic rage.
"Uh huh, if First Lieutenant Presly words are to be believed then the whole slapping the end of your daughter bare end, I'd think it be a reasonable response to destroy some can's of beer." Eastwood remarked.
"Again it's principle. I'd ask Marshal Baptista permission to preform disciplinary punishment on someone of equal ranking." Kin said as he tries to hold in his temper. "But if he was a lower rank, I'd have him punished accordingly. On his knees and barred from eating till I give the order."
Just as he said that, the swinging doors to the public eatery burst open and out shot a dwarf rather harshly. As he troubled out a voice called out from inside, "Hey! My ass is for show not for you trash to grope!"
"Something like that?" Eastwood asked as Delilah in a bar maids clothes walked on out.
"No… I'd be much more harsher then that." Kin remarks as the dwarf slowly picks himself up.
"You bitch… I'd show you whom your messing with." The dwarf said as he reaches for a butchers knife. Upon seeing it Ken quickly grabbed the hilt of his blade while Eastwood put his hand on his Sequoia.
"You sure you want to do that friend. Cause my friend here can pull his sword from it's sheath as quick as I can draw my iron. Even then I'd doubt you want to be starting trouble over your pecker's pride." Eastwood said to the dwarf who noticed the two standing before him. He noticed the seriousness in their eyes. It was like a deer in the head lights.
"Oh, um… uh fair enough. I uh, apologies… I'd think I'd be going now." The dwarf said in fright before racing away. Seeing him run away, the two old soldier let go of their weapons before Eastwood turns to Delilah.
"(Sigh) I could handle him just fine Mr. Eastwood." Delilah said as she approaches to the two.
"Eh, force of habit. Speaking of do you want me to report him to Wolf or Myūti?" Eastwood asked.
"No need, they were inside when it happened." Delilah said pointing to the two inside. They were enjoying the imported Japanese beer when the dwarf had started trouble. It took Delilah a moment before recognizing Kin was there. "Oh, um Howdy stranger Kin."
"Go aisatsu Delilah, How are you?" Kin asked with a polite nod.
"Doing… well, sorry picked up… American. Close Past." Delilah struggled to say in English.
"Well it's impressive but I can help with any translations." Eastwood offers.
"Yeah, that would be helpful." Delilah said with a nervous smile before realizing something. "Oh do you two wish to be seated?"
"Yep, been a long day for the two of us." Eastwood Replies before Deliah escorts the two inside. They were offered space in the V.I.P section but Eastwood had spotted Fujita and Hathale at a nearby table.
"Hathale, Fujita how are you two doing? I hope me and Kin aren't interrupting you two." Eastwood asked as he and sat beside Fujita.
"Oh not at all. I was listening to Fujita tell us about her role in helping that Volralden give birth, what was her name again?" Hathale asked Fujita as he tries to recall the girls name.
"Accalia, and it was the strangest thing. She had given birth to 6 babies… or pups… not sure what they would be classified as. But they all had dog ears. Some had dog faces. It was both the cutest and strangest thing I had witnessed." Fujita explains causing Kin's brow to raise.
"A dog human… hybrid. Tsk, I can't help but imagine the mangaka back home would do." Kin remarks with a shudder as Delilah brings over four glass mugs of beer.
"What are you looking for on the menu?" Delilah asked in an almost rehearsed question as she pulls up a note pad.
"I'll have the Beef stew, Kin want the fish?" Eastwood asked.
"Nope I'll have the smoked ribs." Kin remarks.
"Alright, cow-man cow meat and been stew and the smoked pig meat." Delilah said as she writes down on the paper. She then remarks, "I'll be back momentarily with your food."
As soon as she left, Eastwood asked; "Rib's huh?"
"It's the only American food I'd like. Wouldn't eat it every day but on today like this I could use it." Kin replies earning a nod from Eastwood. As the two begin to drink their beer Fujita spots Tuka in the streets. She seems to be looking for someone.
"Oh hey Tuka! Come join us, we were about to eat!" Fujita called out.
"N-No thanks… I'm… a um bit busy." Tuka said as she blushed heavily as she turn down the offer. She then quickly walks away.
"Is she alright?" Kin asked noting Tuka's strange behavior.
"She… I honestly can't say she is alright." Eastwood remarks before taking another gulp of beer.
"A week after we return, we got a band of refugees coming in through our check point to the south. It seems the Kingdom of Elble is going though dark times. Raids by the Empire, a civil war with current ruling monarchy against Imperial backed Nobles, and as of recently the Flame dragon." Hathale explains.
"Flame dragon, you mean the one that you fended off?" Kin asked.
"Yep, one eyed and one legged bastard moved south to find easier prey. Tuka upon seeing the survivors, she's been wandering the streets every night around this time. Looking for her father." Eastwood remarks with a disappointed glair.
"Hmm… I see. What did the Germans called it? Battle fatigue?" Kin asked.
"Something like that. Damn shame we can do one of two things jack and shit. An Jack is about to leave town." Eastwood said before taking another gulp of beer.
"So what are you going to do about it?" Kin asked.
"Currently we are doing nothing. We are not equip to help her." Fujita explains as she rubs the back of her head. "We are allowing her to live in this fantasy world for now but when the time is right we will be able to help her."
Kin gives a nod and the four went back to drinking. After a while the two left as Delilah returns with their food. Both men enjoyed their meals when a loud ruckus can be heard over in the corner. Seems there was a disagreement between two drunken fools. What started as loud shouting now turned into a full on brawl. Wolf get's up to stop it but was immediately hit over the head by another patron. Myūti then gets up only to be groped by a drunken dwarf. Patrons were soon pulled into a massive drunken brawl that was getting more and more out of hand. As the fight got rowdier and rowdier Eastwood and Kin sat in their seats. Kin for focused on his meal while Eastwood watches on with amusement.
As one man was thrown out the window by a furious Delilah, Eastwood asked Kin, "Should we join in?"
"No, I plan to lecture my daughter about fighting. I will not be rendered a hypocrite the very same day." Kin remarks as he preps himself for ribs.
"Heh you sure? This reminds me of that one night in that bar on the port of Trieste." Eastwood recounted with some amusement.
"I was drunk… and so where you… and everyone there." Kin remarked as he moved his head to avoid a flying bottle. "Besides bar fights are for the young, hot headed, bafoo…"
Before Kin could finish Wolf was thrown onto the table, totaling it and the contents on the table. Which left Kin absolutely wordless as the ribs were just inches from his fingers. He squints his eyes as a vain in his forehead twitches. Eastwood could see the rage building up in his old friend. Before he could say anything a huge splash of wine hits the back of his uniform. That proved to be the straw that broke the cammels back. Enraged he tore off his napkin and grabbed the first man he found. Delivering a powerful punch straight to the face. Kin let's an angry war cry before racing into the brawl.
"Kin, whatever happened to bar fights being for the hot head young fools?" Eastwood called out as Kin Judo throws a man out the window.
"Fumeiyo no mae no shi!" Kin shouts as he puts an elf into a head lock.
For added effects play Lighting Bolt By Jake Bugg
Eastwood looked on with amusment plastured on his face. Giving a small tsk he grabs a nearby bottle of beer. Before chugging her remarks, "To old times I guess."
Morning, it's another pure grey morning Don't know what the day is holding When I get uptight And I walk right into the path of a lightning bolt
He quickly chugs it before smashing it across the back of the head of a goblin. He then ducked under a strike before deliving a powerful uppercut sending a tall man flying back. Over with Kin he parried a left hook before punching a man in the jugular. He gurgles in agony before tossing him to the side.
Sirens of an ambulance comes howling Right through the center of town and No one blinks an eye And I look up to the sky for the path of a lighting bolt
Eastwood moved towards Myūti who was fighting off a hoard of drunks who were eying her for hours. As one goes for her ass he was bashed across the back of the head with a chair. Looking behind them they see Eastwood holding the remains of the chair. Not wanting their fun spoiled they charged only to be bashed across the face. Eastwood used the chair bits like escrima sticks, swatting the drunks with multiple combos. As he does one sneaks up behind him Myūti flew in and put the drunks head into a lock with her clawed feet.
Met her as the angels parted for her But she only brought me torture But that's what happens When it's you who's standing in the path of a lightning bolt
Back over with Kin some poor fool tried to take his sword. In response he broke the mans arm before slamming him against the bar. He threw him across the bar, knocking down another patron. Turning around he spots Delilah beating a man for grabbing her ass when she spots Kin. Giving a nod she tossed the man to him, he then proceeded to bust the poor sods ribs before finishing him off with a spin kick.
Everyone I see just wants to walk with gritted teeth But I just stand by and I wait my time They say you gotta tow the line they want the water not the wine But when I see the signs I jump on that lightning bolt
The Fight begin to reach its peak when a masked stranger walked in. Under the cloak the figure tried to navigate through the mess only to be dragged in. Pulling on the strangers hood, it was revealed a feminine figure underneath, without a word she twist the mans hand and tossed him at Eastwood. He barly avoided nearly loosing his Stetson.
And chances, people tell you not to take chances When they tell you there aren't any answers And I was starting to agree But I awoke suddenly in the path of a lightning bolt Fortune, people talking all about fortune Do you make it or does it just call you In the blinking of an eye Just another passerby in the path of a lightning bolt
The figure didn't care rather continue moving towards the bar as the chaos persuade around her. One of patrons spotted her and grabbed a bottle. Smashing it against the table he charged against the stranger. Eastwood called out to kind before rushing towards the stranger. The two leap into the air, toward the two. The woman ducked under as the two collide into the man armed with a broken bottle. The view follows the stranger as she takes a seat at the bar while the sound of painful screams can be heard behind her.
Everyone I see just wants to walk with gritted teeth But I just stand by and I wait my time They say you gotta tow the line they want the water not the wine But when I see the signs I jump on that lightning bolt
As she tried to flag down the bartender the doors burst open and in ran the M.P's. They begin to rowed up the rowdy drunks. Seeing the M.P's Eastwood grabbed Kin and the two bailed as the bar fight died down like the song.
It was silent, I was lying back gazing skyward When the moment got shattered I remembered what she said And then she fled in the path of a lightning bolt
"Ok people you had your fun, throw another punch and you'll be spending the night in the cell!" One local MP Demi-human called out before helping wolf up.
"Fuck… yah… damn… pigs." One drunk replies as he tries waving a broken bottle around like it was a sword.
"Alright, get him up. Third brawl he caused this week." Another M.P called out as he disarms the drunk. M.P's picked the stranger up and within a few minutes the room return to it's pre-brawls state. The Bartender who was wiping the blood and glass from the counter. As he does he finally noticed the stranger.
"Oh sorry stranger. What can I get yah?" The Bar tender asked.
"Something grilled, and whatever alcohol beverage you got cheap." The female stranger remarks as she removes her hooded scarf. Upon doing so she reveals an dark tan skin with long silver hair and amber eyes.
"Right away Ms." The Bartender remarks. As he pours beer from tap, one of the bar maids took notice to her.
"So, you're a dark eld huh? Heard you don't like to travel to the human settlements. What brings you to Alnus?" The bar maid asked.
"I've come seeking the power of men in tan." The dark elf stranger asked.
"Power? None of them are wizards, mages, or even capable casting magic let alone possessing anything of enchanted." The Bartender remarks as he hands her the mug of beer.
"Hmm, and yet they were able to fend off a flame dragon? Defend Italica twice? And put the empire at their mercy within months?" The dark elf asked as she takes a swig of beer. As she hummed at how good it was.
"Well… that is true… just not with magic. But why seek this power then? Doubt they give it out freely." The Bartender remarks as the Dark Elf finishes the beer.
"Aye, I wouldn't expect otherwise." The Dark elf said as she puts down a huge bag onto the table. This caught the attention of everyone. Looking on the Dark elf removed the straps revealing inside a huge magnificent diamond. The size of a man's head. Immediately the room goes silent as the patrons stare star struck at it.
"I plan to offer this, if that's not enough then my body." The stranger said presenting it to everyone, suddenly multiple voices called out.
"Holy shit it's as big as my head." "With that I can buy titles and nobility!" "And we get the cuttie on top! Where do I sign Up!" "Fuck Ameri-can magic I can take on any danger!"
The dark elf smiled, amused by the boisterous claims of heurism. She then told the crowed what quest they must complete to be rewarded such a prize "To kill a Flame dragon. Do this and both the diamond and body are yours."
The room to go silent, as everyone retracted their words of courage. She can hear them bitterly remarking.
"A flame dragon… Naw I'm willing but not that willing." "It's suicidal, now way in Hardies name." "Titles mean nothing in America, guess I can live without one." "On second thought I'd like some Ameri-can magic."
"I'd thought of much. Hence why I made the perilous journey here. To ask the men in Khaki for aid." The Dark elf said as she was handed a plate of grilled cow meat.
The group watched on as she feasted upon the meal. The too have heard tales of the men in Khaki defeating the flame dragon. Few here bare witnessed to it. Yet the task still seems unbeatable. With a nod of respect, they return to their own devices as the Dark Elf paid for the meal and left. She heads to the nearby forest, from her travels and those who had traveled the land, it was best to sleep beneath the stars rather than an inn. Humans have overpriced or refuse them. In a few cases were they fair. Still she would save every bit of coin for it may be the difference in life or death for her people. As she slept her dreams took her back to the beginning of her journey.
Nearly seven months prior.
"How many have we lost Elder?" A young dark elf with a blood stain patch asked.
"Nearly twenty five. Not sure what happened to Atlar Haa Dushi but offs do no favor him." The Eldar said as stares deep into the flame.
"Damn it. Their has to be a way to rid ourselves of this beast!" A burned covered elf cursed.
"We can't… nothing can. Hardy forsakes us all." Another elf said in his crazed despair state.
"Get ahold of yourself Byui! The dragon is wounded Someone had done this. There may be hope yet!" The one eye elf snapped.
"Don't be a fool. Even if so then it would have been an apostle or a god whom the dragon attacked. And our prayers for salvation has gone unheard." The Mad elf spat in despair.
"Not necessarily. I've hear tales of men in Khaki. Who severed the beast arm and took its eye. Using what was described as rods of steel. They used this to fend of the dragon saving more lives then any in recent history." The Elder remarks.
"Pft, that's madness. Truly just a fable spread by a drunken man to earn a free ale." The one eye elf dismisses.
"Perhaps so… but they could be our only salvation." The Elder said causing all to go silent. He was right. The God Hardy has gone silent, those who tried found their swords added the beasts collection, and the creature roams in constant search for them. If nothing was to be done then clan Dushi would wither and fade. With all in agreement, they summoned for their best and most fit warrior. The female dark elf from prior approached the council before kneeling before them. The Elder then spoke, "Yao, Haa Dushi. Your skill with the Blade and in manipulating the spirits, you sharp wit, your patience is of a snake in the grass, and most especially, the sincerity you hold, are the reasons we entrust this perilous task to you. Go north, to Alnus Hill, and request the aid of the men in Khaki."
"I'd shall gladly do so… but why ask this of a woman like me? Thodolm is stronger then I." Yao asked with some curiosity.
The chieftain remained quiet before remarking, "It is… because you are a woman."
Yao eyes widen a bit before she closed them. With her eyes clothes the Chieftain continue, "Do you know what this means?"
"I Do." Yao said before standing.
"Are you sure?" The Chieftain asked.
"Yes." Yao said promptly.
"I would understand your hesitancy." The Chieftain continued.
"If the Flame Dragon can be slain through the sacrifice of my maiden body, then so bit it." Yao said firmly.
"Then… I and all of us that remains in Dushi tribe wish you a swift and safe journey. You carry the beacon and last light of hope." The Chieftain said as Yao left.
The view follows her leaving the cave and heading north. Months passed by as she traveled. She would use her sword and body to get by, and everytime she stopped she heard more and more outrageous tales about the men in Kahki. They defeated the allied army four times without loosing ground or soldier. Fended off Barbarians and Brigideers in Italica with only nine soldiers. Captured the entire Rose order without killing a single soldier. Defended Italica from the fearsome Waiver force with a flying metal sword, and pushed so far in that at their own choosing they could invade the capital. Course their was the odd rumor of raids happening on enslavement camps, they just appear before disappearing with all the slaves. They appear in Alnus full of life and some even assisting the Khaki men as fellow soldiers. She had arrived late in the night but was hard to sleep thinking about what she would see is true and what is false about these rumors. As she slept, her ears flickered. A low humming sound can be heard.
She looked up from her spot to see a shadow of something fast. At first she thought it be the flame dragon… then her eyes adjusted and spotted the creature. A flying beast of steel like nothing the had seen. They moved faster then anything she had seen before, flying faster then sound itself. As it dances in the air tears begin to fall from the elf's face.
"The… the Rumors… they are… true. Oh thank Hardy for all the trials that it be true!" Yao said as she quickly grabs her things. She raced out of the hill, back to Alnus where a strange slow flying arc is seen leaving the premises.
The scene opens up on a stage, in the background were props used in the story, in front was the director of the story. Sitting in a folding directors chair with another beside him, he had a festive top hat with mistletoe hanging from the brim with the two cards. His suit has been replaced with something accustom to a Charles dickens Victorian era. Yet he still had that old Russian gas mask. He then turned to the camera before speaking.
Hello Everybody Wombag1786 here, First off Merry Christmas everyone. This will be the last chapter of 2021 and it was a short one. I do apologies but I have been boggled down and hit with multiple mental blocks. But to make up for it, I made some special arrangements. Now A round of applause for my very special guest star to read off the question and answers, Myui Formal herself.
*Wombag then moves his arm to the side where a large curtain opens up. Outwalks on stage was Myui dressed in a strange attire. It looked like something Mrs. Klaus would wear if she was a badass yet chibi, cowgirl. Red and white attire from head to toe. Her Stetson with a mistletoe broach on the side. At the center is a silver skull smoking a peppermint stick pinning it to the hat. An undercut tank top with a fluffy cowl cape. On her belt was sets of bullets all tipped with red and green marks, and a pair of Navy Blue jeans that fitted into Red and Black cowgirl kickers.
"Thanks for inviting me on Wombag but why did you have me dress like this?" Myui asked as she took a seat next to Wombag.
"Well, because people have been demanding, begging, and in one case literally threatening me John Wick excommunicado style." Wombag said as he waved it off.
"John who?" Myui asked.
"When you're older, now onto the questions. Would you like to take the first lead?" Wombag asked.
"Um, sure. Eh hum, 'From Perseus12: Yes, it's surprising number. Makes me think about the up coming United Kingdoms of… um, whoops, how do you put it Wombag? "Spoilers" "Right, spoilers. Sorry. Oh yes, when first introduced on set I was curious to why Wombag was so excited then when I heard his first recording for a future chapter I was blown away. Yes, sadly the idea will be spreading beyond the outback. Wombag said he had a few ideas but I'm not sure if this Gut's would appear. Alright, I can't wait to react to your next comment."
"Uhp, Myui don't forget the important part." Wombag reminds.
"Oh right sorry, Thank you for writing Perseus12." Myui said before handing the stage to Wombag.
"From Gunwolf.45: Heh, trust me by the end of the story, the Chancla will be like a cross to a vampire to anyone who worships Rory. Thanks for writing Gunwolf.45." Wombag remarks before allowing Myui to continue.
From Maroon567: I myself am not quite sure how either, and I was their. Admittedly Rory was confused when Wombag told her to be terrified, and then one night after getting drunk… "OFF MY WHISKEY!" Yes, after getting drunk off Wombags Whiskey he beat her senselessly with the prop." Myui then pause to look over at Wombag, "Speaking of, how can a person such as yourself claim to be mortal and yet go head-to-head with the Apostle Rory."
"Simple… obey the three rules, Don't fuck with another man's money, their girl, and especially their whiskey…" Wombag said fiercely before nonchalantly remarking, "That and after babysitting cthulhu's daughter nothing really phases you."
"Oh… I see… well onto the next question. Thank you Maroon567." Myui said before handing the stage to Wombag.
"Ah from my good friend Crimson, Crimson Weresloth: … Oh you son of a… Here's a translation, 'À vous, sac de pommes de terre, salaud irlandais!' That means, 'Up yours you potato sack Irish bastard!' It's bad enough that I have to put translations in everything in RWBY Noir but you want me to do in here! Fu…" Before Wombag could finish the scene transitions to a technical difficulties sighs, showing a picture of Christmas themed dress Patricia chasing Rory with a Chancla, she had tripped over an extension wire cutting off the camera. After a few moments the scene returns to the two. Myui with a horrified face as Wombag calms down. "I do apologies. But that question has been asked many times… and nobody is excepting the simple answer, no. I'm sorry y'all but I'm not interested in writing translations, I have enough problems with a different story that does translate and it's a huge pain in my ass! So please stop asking, It's not going to happen sorry." Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth. Merry Christmas et va te faire foutre!"
"Um… right well From spatuakteti8: Oh, like that song that appears in an upcoming chapter. The one with this gift." Myui said as she pulls out 32 revolver twirling it around before throwing it over her shoulder and catching it mid air. "Wombag had me practice this for the Zorzal Coup arc. Not to give to much away but I'll be helping in the evacuation of the Tyueili."
"Well with that done I'd like to take a moment to say thanks. This has been a decent year for writing. I'd love to make this chapter a hell of a lot longer but with Christmas coming up and another story that requires my need this will have to be it. Thank you again Myui for helping me." Wombag said as he tips his top hat.
"It was my pleasure this was quite fun." Myui said with a nod.
"Now with that done Please and Fav and Fol the story leave any comment or questions down bellow, and Merry Christmas." Wombag said as he waved to the camera.
"Gods bless us all, everyone… Except for Zorzal… and the pro-war faction… actually better make a list of who is good and bad before I ask the gods to give them my blessing." Myui said before counting those in her head.
"Heh maybe. But in all seriousness, Merry Christmas each and everyone." Wombag said before the scene goes dark.