James Ironwood let out a groan as he let the coeffin energize his body. His uniform was prim and proper, the begs under his eyes had mellowed out slightly, having slept enough finally. The View from his office was the opposite of yesterday.
Unlike the cold and rainy ambience of the night, the dawn had risen from behind the Atleasian mountains. The frozen cream on the peaks of the goliaths was complimented by the soft kiss of apricot which came from orbit. There were no clouds, only a vast landscape of powder and the rays of hope shining.
A smile crept on the man's face, having not felt this much at peace in the past few months. With a deep breath he let the morning glory take over his soul.
"General…" A voice to his side spoke up. "Have you heard anything we've said?"
"Hm?" James blinked, Winter's voice snapping him back to reality. Turning back to his posse he refocused on them, though still kept a relaxed attitude. "I'm sorry, I was busy contemplating something, pardon my distraction."
Winter raised an eyebrow and so did the rest of the Ace Ops.
"As I was saying Sir," Schnee straightened herself up. "Mantel has still been restless and after the …'Wimbleton' Incident people have only gotten even more agitated. Many are worried about what will happen to him especially after all the information that was gathered from all over Anima, more specifically the events at Bayside, Haven Academy and more importantly Argus."
Ironwood's eyes turned to the Ace Ops; his most trusted elite squad of specialists...who were all in different states of injury. Herrite's left leg was in a cast with her right eye swollen, Marrow had his tail bandaged and left arm broken, Vine was temporarily put in a wheelchair after having almost his back snapped, Elm had both her arms broken; forced to stand around like a cactus and Clover's head was extensively bandaged.
Good news was that thanks to their aura and Atlas medical staff they'd not just make a full recovery but they should be good in two days.
Bad news is that they had been out of commission for the past three days.
Atleast team RWBY and JNR could take care of some of the issues while the Ace Ops were fixed up.
"I understand completely." James said, nodding. "Tell the press and council that everything is under control and that things will go smoothly soon."
"Yes, Sir." Winter saluted.
"I thank you all for coming so early and attending this meeting." James smiled. "Soldiers like you make me proud."
Though injured the Ace Ops straighten up and (or rather tried) saluted back to their commanding officer, pride shining through their injuries. As they stood, their moods however took a turn once they started to hear the familiar heavy footsteps and music playing from behind the wall.
Straight outta Nevada, crazy motherfucker named T-Cube
From the gang called Nexians With Attitudes
'When I'm called off, I got a sawed-off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off'
'You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The Agents are gonna hafta come and get me'
'Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out'
'Nexians start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo'
'Goin off on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at yo ass'
'So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move'
'Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
With a crime record like Hank Wimbleton'
'AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the motherfuckin foo'l
'Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin nexians out tha box, daily'
'Yo weekly, monthly and yearly
Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly'
'That I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't fuck with me'
'So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Tricky is crazy as fuck'
'As I leave, believe I'm stompin
But when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Nevada'
Ironwood felt his mood crumble and dread reentering his system.
"Well then seems like we are starting this meeting early…" He glanced at the Ace-ops giving them a knowing glance. "You are dismissed, please take the day to relax."
The door was kicked open and Hank shuffled inside, Hariette and Elm sneering as their eyes fell upon the Assassin.
"Good Mornin Bitches," Hank lifted his left arm slightly, busy carrying several boxes of pies and a bag of doughnuts. "All in good health?"
"Go to hell!" Elm yelled.
"Oh hey Tree-trunks, how's your arms?"
The Woman looked like she was about to jump him, but was held back by Vine. "We are getting better." the pale operative spoke in a calm yet tense voice.
"That's good to hear since most don't really make it out alive." He chuckled. "Good that I went easy on you people."
"Wimbleton…" Ironwood's voice cut in, similar to a blade. "I believe we have some things to discuss; we are not looking to start a fight."
"I suppose so." Hank chuckled. "Let's get this show started…"
Clover looked at James and gave him a silent thankful nod before the Ace Ops and Winter made their way out. Hank could only smugly smirk as he eyed all the miffed glares they were giving him as they left the room.
The door was slammed, and a series of slurs coming from both Harriet and Elm could be heard from behind it. While Ironwood sat back down with a depressed sigh, Hank chuckled, before shoveling a doughnut through his mouth.
"Let me tell you, These Doughnuts kick the shit out of Krispy Kreme." He opened a box with a fresh apple pie. "And the pies? To die for."
"I uh…" James eyed the cake . "...why did you bring these here? We are supposed to have a meeting."
"Oh so i'm not allowed to have breakfast? Fuck off!" Hank shoved the ENTIRE pie down his razor filled mouth, much to the horror and disgust of Ironwood. "Ain't one to skip on the best meal of the day, especially when you guys have actual pastry that isn't 20 years old frozen shit."
"You don't have pastry in your world?"
"We do." Hank burped before pulling out a cold coffee. "Its just that we don't have FRESH pasty since most fruits, vegetable and such have either gone the way of the dinosaur or are lab grown in Nexus bases; and those fuckers don't like to share."
Well that explains the Velvet doughnut incident.
"Regardless, I would appreciate it if you stop harassing my Soldiers."
"Oh you want me to stop?" Hank loomed over, a dark chuckle escaping through his sugar coated mouth. "Ooooohhh~ I'm scared! What are you gonna do lil man? What's the baby gonna do?"
"I will have you publicly executed by firing squad; and the squad is going to be made up of Paladins."
Hank stopped, an eyebrow raised as he glanced at the general who was giving him a calm yet SEETHING glance. Hank sat down, his eyes staring back at the general wondering if he was going to falter.
Ironwood didn't.
Hank giggled.
"Well well well, surprised you ain't shitting your pants, Ironwoody."
"I don't fear death or you Wimbleton." Ironwood leaned back into his seat. "Your tales are frightening and stressful, but if I have to put my life down for Atlas I will do so without hesitation."
"Well then…" Hank lifted his mask up, "Just hope there's some bite behind those barks."
"Oh believe me, there is."
"I sure hope so, since you might be fun." Hank cracked his neck. "Alright, I'll lay off the condescending comments, sarcasm, insults, vandalism and loligagging but if they start shit I'm the one to finish it."
"I can assure you they are too professional to start any trouble." Ironwood frowned. "However, even if they did, they will be punished accordingly."
"Anyways, what are we talking today about?"
"I'd like to continue where we left off…"
"Ah, I see."
It's been almost a week since finding the Chimp, with the two traveling across the country, killing bandits and Grimm on their path. The Ape was very proficient with guns for some reason. Hank didn't question it because it was a fucking monkey that could shoot how fucking awesome is that! Still, he might try and look into it when he finally gets to the next town since that seems unusual. Especially since the chimp seemed a lot more intelligent than those he had seen in nature documentaries.
They were now riding through fields of parakeet dotted with pygmy date palms and banana trees. Through still tropical they weren't in the titanic jungles anymore, which meant no more fuckin bloodsuckers! Still, Hank's eyes went to the fuel gauge, his brows furrowing. He had used up most of the Dust cells from San Jacet and the last one was gettin real low. His head turned to the shotgun seat to the chimp who was eating a few bananas they had picked from the nearby trees in the early morning.
With a sigh, Hank pulled out a Scroll that he totally-didn't-loot-from-a-bandit and opened the SDC maps™ app. While driving he typed "gas station."
Though the other continents were blank, it showed him that the entirety of anima lit up with several dots, though most were close to city limits, and the rural ones were pretty rare. However, his eyes lit up slightly when he spotted a place called "Cletus's Feed us" which seemed to be both a bar and dust station.
A pleased hum escaped the Mutant, as placed the scroll back in his pocket. His mood soured slightly though when he noticed that when he had looked at the phone he had ran over gazel.
"Fuckin Dammit."
The drive had lasted around an hour until he got to the station, slight disgust came off the assassin as he glanced at the place noticing how much it looked like a saloon. Not just that, there were a large number of Bikes with several white and red flags that had an animal's skull on it that was stabbed with a sword attached to them.
Parking the car, Hank left it and made his way towards the Bar, the Chimp following him and nomming on bananas. Yet a sign in front of the Door made him stop.
NO ANIMALS ALLOWED
Under the bold letters strangely was the picture of a Cat person like one of Deimos's stashes. Hank looked back at ape who just finished the Banana.
"Sorry, pal looks like this place is run by retards."
The ape let out some disappointed sounds and made his way towards the car again. Hank then opened the door gently to the place.
It was a jovial atmosphere in the frontier lounge, as several dozen people were in the building, enjoying themselves. Their focus was low as their patrols had ended and they were busy drinking and gambling. Most had their helmets and guns off person, either having placed them in a rack or on the tables. The saloon-like atmosphere didn't make it only fitting as a thick fog of smoke filled the chamber as most of the people here were smokers.
Through the wooden chamber, country music was playing from a jukebox, several of the Animal Skull flags were attached to walls and so were several pictures of the same men and women posing in front of captured prey.
"Hey boys!" their apparent leader shouted, his cap lazily hanging from his head, "Next round's on me!"
The entire room cheered as glasses were raised, and the bartender chuckled as he began pulling out the GOOD stuff from behind the counter. As the rough and rowdy thugs cheered and poured themselves strong drinks to celebrate, the jovial and festive mood was interrupted as the saloon doors were suddenly slammed open.
A beat of silence.
One by one, the entirety of the saloon swiveled to stare at the newcomer, his heavy footfalls and hulking physique causing many to shrink away from his path. The freak, for what was he other than a monster, strode up to the empty stool by the bar, ignorant or uncaring of the thugs and lowlives staring daggers at him. He sat down on the stool with confident ease, despite the creaking of the wood straining under his weight, and rested his decidedly less than human hand onto the wooden serving table.
"Hi there, A few dust cells for a jeep and a nice good drink please." Hank guffawed, staring at the bartender with a blank, unnerving faceplate. His red lenses seemed to glare malevolently at the man and the bartender grimaced, shakily walking to the back.
"Yer kind's not welcomed 'ere mutt." the nearest thug said scathingly.
"Huh?" Hank's head turned back, an eyebrow raised
The man paled significantly but he steeled his nerves and glared harder.
"I said-" he growled, puffing his chest out, "Yer kind-"
He pointed a filthy finger at the assassin's chest, "Is noooooooooot welcomed 'ere. So eit'er 'it t'e road-"
He stood up from his stool to stand and face Hank on his two feet, "Or we're going to have some trouble."
"'My Kind''? The fuck you on man?" Hank replied scathingly, "I just need some dust cells, don't even want to be in this den of incest and cringy accents?"
"Faunus scum are not allowed 'ere!" One of the Thugs pulled out a Revolver and aimed at the back of Hank's head.
"Faunus?" Hank narrowed his eyes at the thug in front of him, the man staring at him with crooked eyes and an even more fucked up set of teeth smiling at him. "The fuck's a Faunus?"
Most of the men in the Bar seemed to narrow their eyes, some even growling and pulling out their own weapons, consisting of crowbars, bats, and even some guns. Meanwhile, Hank's brain was scratching for answers. He couldn't give two shits about them trying to start shit in fact he kinda welcomed it, but what in the name of his true savior John McAfee was a 'Faunus'?
"I'm serious, what the hell are you people talking about?"
"Don't play coy you fuckin Animal!" The Bartender growled. "You're a freakin Faunus! Hell, your trait is exposed to the whole world! You're not even hiding yer disgusting feature!"
"Wha-wait are you asshats talking about my crab arm?!"
"Thaaaaaats right scum!" One of the goons spat tobacco into a nearby pewter plate. "Yer fuckin arm! Ya godless animals make me sick!"
Hank glanced at the mutated crab arm, flexing it a bit. His eyes then trailed the rest of the walls, glancing at the pictures that were hanging there. One of them was of two hunters that were proudly displaying their latest catch; a man with two bleeding stumps on his head and the hunter carrying a pair of dog ears.
The other picture was of another Hunter carrying a decapitated man's head, only the man had a pair of antlers on his head. More and more he noticed the pictures of hunters and dead people with animal traits.
Animal Traits
Faunus in Latin was the god of Nature
Animal traits
Crab arm
Oh.
Oh.
Oh 😈.
…
Wait a second.
"Wait for a second…" A realization hit Hank like a freight train. "YOU FUCKERS ARE CALLING ME A FURRY?!"
Now it was the Thug's turn to be confused, as most just blinked or stared at Hank.
"What the hell you talkin bou-"
They didn't get a chance to ponder on it more, the assassin's fist suddenly shooting forward and smashing it across the nearest thug's face with a powerful thunderclap!
CRACK!
Play : Devin Martin - Too Much of Everything
"ARGH-" the man emitted a high-pitched scream as Hank practically turned his face into a bloody mist. The lifeless corpse flew backward into a broken heap, smashing into the jukebox playing music and silencing it.
"NO ONE CALLS HANK MOTHERFUCKER WIMBLETON A FUCKIN FURRY AND LIVES!"
Several of the unarmed thugs began to rearm, trying to grab any sort of weapon, including even bar stools and pool cue sticks. Some reached for their knives and others pulled out their sidearms.
"Time for some real fuckin party, eh?"
"Open fire on this fucking animal!"
Hank's arm shot out and grabbed the closest goon before using him as a meatshield and then proceeding to pop his head like a ripe fruit. As the others still fired but low on ammo, Hank grabbed the closest bar table and used it as a makeshift shield, stopping the dust rounds from doing the more lethal damage. Charging at the closest wall, Hank's table crushed two more thugs into mush before he ripped the table's plate off and threw it like a frisbee at the others.
When it crashed into a goon and bisected him into two, Hank rushed towards another thug and grabbed him via the neck before using him as a meat shield. Though the Aura of the thug held for the first dozen shots, it broke quickly when one of them pulled out an automatic rifle. Hank threw the corpse in the gunner's direction, breaking his aura and causing the corpse to explode via kinetic force.
Temporarily distracting the hillbillies, Hank used his cleaver to slice at the closest target. The first slice disabled the Aura and the second hacked through his skull, spine, and groin. Hank followed that up with another double slice, decapitating the next before pulling out a pistol again and blasting two nearby terrorists in the dome, double-tapping to make sure it was lethal.
A biker ran at Hank; machete in hand before stabbing at the mutant's right arm. The blade broke against the chitin and Hank returned the gesture by backhanding the shanker's head off. Hank let out a hiss and accidentally dropped his weapons as a few rounds dug into his mag enhanced skin and detonated, as he missed a few who had been hiding behind cover.
The assassin corrected that mistake by crushing them beneath their makeshift cover by pushing it against the wall. One of them lunged at his back and went for a stab, only for the assassin to deliberately fall backward and squash him beneath his weight.
As he rose to his feet, the bartender went under the bar and grabbed his double barrel. His finger was on the trigger but Hank managed to grab the barrel and pull it away from the barkeeper before repeatedly slamming the wooden stock into the man's head.
When the head looked less like a head and more like mommy's old tomato pasta, Hank gripped the rifle with both hands and kicked open the door to the backroom, where two of the bastards had been hiding. The door slammed into the first one, disabling his Aura which was followed up by Hank blasting his brain matter apart.
"WAIT! Hold on, I give up man!" the second dropped his weapon and raised his hands, "I give u-"
Hank punched the man's aura off and then followed it up with another shot to the guy's torso. The poor bastard splattered spectacularly, his chest caving in and blowing out through his back. The man was dead before his body even hit the floor.
Hank looked around for a moment, at his handy work of blood and gore. And he was disappointed.
"Pfff, Animal? Nah I'm a fuckin Monster!" Hank yelled. The doors to the bar opened and two more gangers entered
"What in sam hell?" The first asked, his eyes widening at the blood-drenched bar. "Oh my brothers, they killed johnny!"
The other sneered at Wimbleton and lifted a pistol. "You bastard!"
Hank closed the distance between the two, and punched the pistol man through the chest before ripping his heart out and crushing it before the guy's very eyes. As 'mr heartless' crashed backward, the other stared at Hank, pale and sweating.
"Boo!"
With a girly scream, the biker ran towards his bike. The assassin pulled out a pistol and shot him in the knee, causing the thug to drop and scream. With heavy footsteps, the mutant made to towards the crying man and ended the howls with a mighty stomp to the skull. With a satisfied nod, Hank turned back towards where he came from. He chuckled as he re-entered the bar, now finally able to do what he enjoyed most after mass homicide; Larceny!
Turning back towards one of the corpse-ridden tables, Hank grabbed one of the thugs' packs he found laying around. Emptying most of it with the exception of credit cards and lien, the mutant began looking around for all sorts of knick-knacks.
His first stop was the backroom, where after a bit of searching found enough dust cells in a backroom. With the most important task done, the second came at hand; the freezer. His massive frame squeezed around the room until he found the fridge, going down to his knees so he could peek inside, he opened it.
Most of it was random crap for cocktail making; olives, juices, sodas, and cherries. However, he did find a few packs of toast, ham, and cheese. Now all he needed was a sandwich griller. He also grabbed some of the chili bean cans he found in a closet and some gallons of water. He finished his food raid by opening another closet. There lay several boxes of snowballs.
"Snowballs? What kind of loser eats Snowballs?!" Hank placed his hands on his hips, now feeling as though he committed a public service by cracking the bartender's head open.
Hank didn't like coconut, NOT the taste the consistency otherwise Pina Colada wouldn't be in his top ten cocktails. Regardless he shoved the boxes away and took what was actually amounting to any worth: swiss rolls.
Yummy.
Other than that there were a few bags of dried mango and he also found a bag of banana chips. That last one would go to his primate buddy. As he finished up, he dragged the large pack with him towards his car. Unbeknownst to him, someone had kept an eye on him, glancing at the large mutant from a small hole in the outhouse.
The Faunus were always a hot-topic in Remnant. Some believed them to be just like humans; just with a few animalistic traits, others as abominations. The great war had man dire consequences for the world as even the actions of good men brought to shame. During the Vytal Peace Accord, many regulations had been enforced including the abolition of Slavery. Vale and Vacuo were overjoyed at the prospect, with the kingdom of Vale becoming the most open-minded Kingdom in Remnant. However on the other hand Mantel and especially Mistral dispised that decision; having profited from Faunus about for generations.
This bitterness became even worse over the decades, as resentment boiled and groups such as the Faunus right's movement rose to prominence. And with each action, there is a counteraction, and so a group of bitter nationalists formed the AFM
The Anti-Faunus Movement was a Human supremacist hate group that had been very active in both Mantel and especially Anima. Founded to counter the Faunus-Rights movement though the Organization was large with several chapters all over remnant most tended to differ in behavior; In Atlas and Mantel, it employed marketing techniques and a popular fraternal organization structure, while presenting itself as a nationalist political movement.
In Anima, however, the AFM was feared by many, as their methods were cruel and bloody. Though there were no official evidence that they committed heinous acts such as Faunus lynching and scalping, it was an open secret; the Animal Skull with the sword was a death sign. Many reported the members to the Mistral authorities but bribes tended to get the members out and the whistleblowers go missing afterward.
Almost a day's walk from the Saloon was a hidden town; its walls were mighty and sturdy as it surrounded the area like a star. The Bastion fort loomed over the jungle, Atleasian cannons on its towers and hanging from the walls were the flags of the organization and the corpses of Faunus victims. The walls were manned by soldiers wearing jungle-camo uniforms with armored vests and paint-ball like ballistic masks.
The town was filled with many small houses and businesses, the flags of the Mistrali kingdom and the AFM were dotted almost everywhere. At the center near a bronze statue was a large castle-like structure. The Townhall had been filled; most members either in their uniform or in casual red-neck attires.
"Animals. That's all they are! They're not like you and me, blessed purity and all. No brothers and sisters! I say no!" spoke a firebrand voice, full of seething hatred and disgust. He gestured towards his flock, a group of humans dressed in woodland gear and wearing balaclavas to hide their identity. They all looked angry, eyes sunken and gaunt faces grim and curled in a disgusted snarl. They eagerly listened to everything he had to say as he spoke, venom practically dripping from his voice.
"They are a blight upon our lands. Cursed filth that we must scrub clean! They are an abomination! Ones that are no better than animals! Nay! No better than even the Grimm!"
He waved his hands towards a cage where a few of said 'Animals' were cowering.
"They draw the monstrous Grimm in with their mongrel emotions, a twisted replica of ours! They are feral abominations of our pure forms and as such must be driven out! Outcast!"
"Yeah!"
"Yeah!"
"YEAH! Let's kill em all!"
"Drive out the animals!"
"Put down the mutts! This is our land!"
This was until a rather fat-looking man crashed through the door, sweat rolling down his face.
"THEY KILLED EVERYONE AT CLETUS'!" he howled nearly crashing on top of a chair. Most of the members stood up, rushing to their comrade, worried expressions.
"Woah, Woah Woah hol up there!" One of the uniformed men rushed to the crying man. "What happened Cooper, did the Fang attack us?!"
"Nah it was..." he sniffed a booger back up as tears rolled freely. "It was some big mean mudder hubber! This fuckin animal strode into our place; big dude in black clothing with eyes like the devil, and this big bug arm!"
"One guy?" One of the others chuckled. "Come on, you're drunk pal, that's impossible...is it?"
"I SAW IT!" Cooper yelled again. "He killed poor ol Bobby, Jaimy, old man Jefferson, ol Hin-lu, Savanna Grace, Dimple, Clementine; even Cletus!"
"By the brothers!" One yelled, "WE GOTTA MAKE EM PAY!"
"YEAH KILL THE BUG FUCKER!"
"HEAR HE HEAR HE!"
Their shouts reverberated in the hall the meeting was taking place in, leaving a room that was deafened with the fervent shouts and cries of fired-up radicals. So much so that their noise drowned out even the speaker, who for all his firebrand words, began to inflate as he tried to gather their attention again.
It was useless, however...at least until the big man himself came along.
Crack!
"Quiet." spoke a cold voice softly.
One that sent shivers throughout the room as the temperature suddenly became chillier. He didn't have to shout. He didn't have to knock any heads. He simply slammed a hand on a table and sat up from his seat, like a despot from his throne.
"Seems like we got a feral mutt on our hands, boys."
The crowd murmured quietly between themselves as the towering man lit a cigar between his fingers with a match.
"Let's go put down a dog gentlemen!"
The Biker brandished his banjo and strummed the strings, playing a loud tune that fired up the crowd.
"Yeah!"
"Let's go hunt us a mutt!"
"Whoop whoop!"
The Biker smiled widely as he gazed out his window.
"You done goofed up now pal." he said to whoever it was that was killing his boys. "You've done, goofed up now…" he continued more menacingly, chuckling at the thought.
This might be his best hunt yet.
ANNNNND that's the last one! For a while at least.
Yeah, those were the five chapters I and the boys wrote for the past few months of this summer. It was fun and great and I have to thank each and everyone who contributed to this fics creation; including you guys the readers! While Infernal Dawn always put me in a bad mood and Bloodlust felt kinda meh due to the Kuroinu aspect of it, writing each chapter had been the most fun I had in a LONG time. I've been waiting for YEARS for someone make a MC/RWBY crossover that didn't die at chapter 3 or didn't take place in V1. So hopefully you guys enjoy this!
Its funny really because back in 2015 I actually did try and write a Madness/RWBY fic. YEAH big revelation.
The original concept was similar to this however it took place after MC 10; During the battle with the Auditor when the big dude was about to blow up, Hank got stuck with Sanford and the three would have been teleported to vale. There they would have eventually teamed up with Jebus and worked for Oz to stop the shit that was happening.
Regardless looking back I'm glad I didn't write that story because not just would it have been an absolute SHIT fest of a fic, but a lot of it wouldn't make sense; Hank was much more...heroic in that story which is dumb since he's a LITERAL psychopathic killer. not just that but implying that Hank would work for Ozpin is as likely as pigs growing a pair of massive wings and gliding amongst the stars.
Regardless I then deleted every evidence to this fic because it was taking up space in the doc manager and It was bad. Still, the idea did TECHNICALLY work since it kinda gave me the idea for Bloodlust; I mean Hank, Sanford, Deimos, and Jeb working together in a strange new world? Sounds familiar eh?
Anyways again THANK you for reading this chapter and now onto the reviews!
Edgar115: technically it is; if I made shorter chapters I could theoretically do bi-daily uploads to an extend, kinda like "Bringer of War." The thing is the "chapters" would consist of 2000-3000 words and that's NOTHING. These chapters here range from 4000+-6000 words which is easy to deal with. Another reason this is shorter than say Bloodlust's 5000-10000 word count is cause of a lack of perspectives; Since Hank has not as many characters to interact with at the beginning except for Ironwood's "Flashforwards". That and I wanted to keep the feeling of Hank POV. I did kinda break that rule in this chapter to introduce the AFM, however, I'm trying to keep everything in Hank's perspective to a degree. Not first-person mind you, but the general feeling. If we get another POV later on like say Ozpin or even Ruby then Hank is usually present. Still if people don't like that I might find a way around that so we get other perspectives. However, Chapters should be longer starting Chapter 6 and 7 since uhh things are gonna change a bit
Death300043: Lol didn't mean to call you edgy bud, just said it cause you mentioned edgy and it made me laugh. Anyway glad you're still hanging with us fam!
whatsupman: To be fair, Ironwood didn't call him out for killing people but relishing in killing them. Like he did mention he knows what it means to take a life implying he'd himself killed, but he never enjoyed it like Hank. Again Hank is NOT a good person. He's a great killer and such but he's still pretty much a mass murderer who enjoys fighting. And you're right Killing someone is a moral conundrum, but I also don't think RWBY is too much against death considering Yang and Blake fuckin killed Adam. They are also Huntress' and will have to fight not just Grimm but also people, however I think they don't want Unnecessary deaths. Still, sometimes that mindset can also be harmful; when they defeated the CLEARLY AT THIS POINT INSANE Ironwood at Schnee Manor in V8 as much as it pains me to say it, the smart thing would have been to pop a cap into his skull while he was down instead of putting him in Jail...where he escaped and stalled Winter.
Anyways Hank doesn't care about this and just wants to kill.
Super heavy weapons guy: WATCH OUT REMNANT, THERE ARE TWO BADASSES ON THE LOOSE, AND THEY BOUT TO GO BANANAS ON YOUR ASSES!
GameMax10 : Yep, Reject Humanity, Return to Monke, also:
Ironwood; Crippling Depression
Hank: "May I offer you some Xanax in these trying times?"
Mendoza249: It was either That or the "Lil baby, lil baby man"
Kriegy50: Not Metal Slug but POSTAL. Yeah, the Fic's cover is Inspired by the POSTAL 3 Cover...Yeah I know Postal 3 fuckin sucked but I like the cover art okay?!
TheIncredibleCommentMachine: Nah we calling it "Travis-Mode"...For those who get the Joke, you are based. For those who don't just google Travis the Chimp.
Mad Android: I mean I like RWBY. Sure its been on a spiral for the past few years but its still enjoyable, and the characters are neat. Also you know I feel like I owe it to Monty to see his series through. And nah I don't think they are that bad; I think the problems are how CRWBY are treating the characters especially in V7 and 8. I think they we're decently written at first; Ruby was still naiv, Weiss had daddy issues, Blake was trash and Yang had PTSD; problem is that instead of Milking the shit out of these flaws they kinda drop them at a minutes notice. Again I think the Characters when they are on-screen are Enjoyble; however I do agree that they've been given a pass one too many times.
Hell for me V7 and 8 are the perfect examples: The whole RWBY vs Ironwood debate is in my opinion like this; I agree with Ironwood's reasoning but not method, however I agree with Rwby's method (to a degree) but not reasoning. I just hope in V9 they get start realizing that they themselves and Ironwood caused the Fall of Atlas and they have to come to terms with it, but I don't think there's high chance of that happening.
And yeah V7 and 8 are gonna have MASSIVE changes, so I hope you guys will like that.
nantono: TBF the T-pose was based on the fact at how Ozma and Salem floated over a random city as "gods" in v6, and I thought it would be funny if Hank interprets it like that. And yeah Hanka and Neo are gonna have a legendary Team-Up. It's a bit further away gonna have to admit, but you people will love it how they meet. Also Junior is gonna be in that part so, nice to see a V1/V2 char. All I can say is that me and the lads created a City in the setting that is inspired by two of my favorite places in the US and my love for 80s music/movies so I hope you get excited for that!
Bloodclan: oh god its you...please don't spam in my review section like you did in Dj's, he warned me of you dude. Still its clear you have an idea for something so uhh why don't you write your own fanfic? Maybe people will like it? Just please don't spam in the reviews , you're welcome to read and review this fic though!
Andrew9908: GROUP HOWL! (AUTISTIC APE SOUNDS!)
Anyways that's it for now, cya next chapters lads, and stay frosty!
Also, my birthday is in 2 days so yay for me.