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Grimm/Faunus Kenny
Some abilities and upgrades will follow
Learning on the Fly
yesterday buried the dead, found wolf dude's lower half took his pants, had to clean, then shorten them, and like his cloak they were comfy. I use the machete guns to cut them to shorts length, pretty boy's belt worked for me so I clipped the holsters to it. It was a time-consuming pain in the ass to cut those pants, they were more durable than they looked. After reading, eating, then heading to bed, I woke up to a new day.
I walk further up the river to another clearing for my training and maybe a little fishing. I had all the hybrid weapons with me the spear-rifle in my left hand, the dual machete-revolvers on my hips, and the axe-shotgun minus the axe part in my right. I stab the spear into the ground and set the shotgun down stepping a good bit away before I start doing anything. Thinking back to yesterday I used Marked For Death on something I was touching, but it was a debuff that hit four at once who were right next to me when I was a ghost.
No longer bound to the rules of our game I could be a real hero. If it wasn't for Damian supplying the powers for most of the kids our game would have been make believe except for me, Butthole (their time altering farts), Call Girl (Wendy uses her own skills and tech), and fucking Mint Berry Crunch (damn alien still gets his ass kicked).
I use Marked For Death and a dark purple pulse emitted in a decent area of effect around me. I move on to Phantom Chill and I breathed out a stream of mist that froze a path towards the tree line. I am getting pumped about what has happened to me. I skip Spooked as I think I'll need someone or something to test it on.
I use Dark Whisper to see if it changed and to my surprise a clawed hand of the dark purple mist shot out clawing the closest tree before I was pulled to it. I slammed into the tree, but that didn't stop me from smiling, I looked at the tree to see that the claws went deep into the bark. Jumping back, I Dread Rush the tree and felt like a bull or rhino as I charged through it. The tree fell to the side propped up against another 'I'm about to go Minecraft on you.' I clench my fists. I was just going to test my strength as Demonic Fury was just a regular beat down with my little knowledge of martial arts, but my fists and feet were engulfed in the dark purple mist. I unleashed my blow breaking the tree down to good size chunks though I did get some splinters. Minor injurie, but I had a heal.
Deciding on using Dire Shroud a cloak appeared the hood held a human skull. The cloak open and it didn't have a scary ass maw inside, juts warm darkness. The splinter evaporated from my skin before the cuts healed. I felt stronger, more energized, and hell of a lot more durable.
Currently I tested six powers and each of them got a power boost or seemed different. I summon forth my next power Soul Slash as with Butthole the scythe materialized this time the handle or staff part was a rigid spine. I swung it launching the wood I just got to the other side of the river before disappearing into the air. I tried to Ghastly Grasp the wood and maybe have the hands toss them over if they got that kind of an upgrade. A dark mist surged across the ground, when it reached the river, it went under the water and then several boney hands shot out each holding some fish. They held the fish in place as they squirmed trying to get free, but I noticed the hand were slowly dissolving until they just went poof letting what they caught fall back into the water.
I walk towards the river just to get the wood back. Catching my reflection in the water my hair was glowing like some knockoff Saiyan as some electricity was surging around my head and tail. "Okay, what the hell is up with my shit." Gathering my wood, I used Dark Whisper three times grabbing the kindling when I tried to use it a fourth time it crapped out. I tried couple more times my hand glowed, but did nothing. "What the fuck is going on?" I wasn't worried I still felt my connection I use Dire Shroud on myself just fine and I go for Dark Whisper, it works a bigger hand than before came super charged from the shroud scooping up the rest plus some ground. I shoot two more regular Dark Whispers and like before going for the fourth gave no result.
I Ghastly Grasp some more fish out of the water and start a fire putting some of my scouts training to use to cook some fish. As the fish which I have no clue what kind I caught cooked, I compiled what I learned about my power. It wasn't much, but I could use any ability three times in a row before I need to use another, Ghastly Grasp is confined to the ground and holds things, Dark Whisper can be used as a grappling hook, Demonic Fury is stronger also cooler, and I now can glow for some reason. Honestly trying to learn about myself is hard and I wish I had someone to teach me or just give me a tutorial to explain this shit to me. Maybe I just rack disciprine like our karate teacher said… well I lacked cash to continue the lessons… my poverty aside, I got to stick this out.
'How the hell did Spider-Man figure out his shit?' I don't think Spider-man would be a good example power wise. 'I'm more of a less powerful and more limited Green Lantern.' That seems more of a fit. 'Wait…' I turn towards the spear 'Maybe I'm more like that sexy bitch Psylocke.' Grabbing the spear rifle, I channel my (well mine now) Soul Slash the scythe formed around the spear slightly different than before. The blade was there, but now there was a point extending from the spear it formed around like I could slash and stab. I swung with some unnatural skill swing it around me in one fluid motion and when it was back in front of me, I pulled the trigger firing the point piercing a clean hole through a tree I was facing.
The gun weapon hybrid returned to normal as I was being fucking giddy as hell. I turn back to my cooking only to see I was starting a forest fire. Apparently, I smacked the fire as I was swing my weapon.
…Few minutes later…
I was standing surrounded by ash, ice, and dead plants as I put out my mistake, on the bright side I learn Dire Shroud stacks those three times for the next skill I use. Also, Phantom Chill can be used either as the ice breath or shorter pulse each stack made either have a farther range and seem to make them colder. "I think I should head on back."
…Two Weeks Later…
I was surrounded by seven regular wolves who have been a bit upset at me hunting in their territory or the fact I stole a few of their kills. I also was kind of just hunting to train my skill. I stood with revolvers in hand fingers were off the triggers which I surprisingly learned during my time as a junior detective. A wolf to my left got froggy and jumped towards me, into an angry skull in a cloak that opened to show spikes and closed on it like an iron maiden. My revolvers glowed purple before I threw them into two of the wolves injuring them, but not killing them. I made some finger guns and made as though I was pulling triggers. The revolver machetes in the wolve actually fired and flew back into my hands as the mutts died. The remaining four took some steps back growling at me as if that wasn't enough to scare them off.
I make eye contact with one and Spooked it. Its eyes had a faint purple glow as it bit into its fellow wolf which was completely blindsided by the sudden attack. The other two realized I caused it to attack the other and ran back into the woods. The confused wolf snapped out of it and followed the others as the wolf it attacked limped after. "I guess I'm having wolf for lunch."
I walked back to the downed plane with some home upgrades. Just some places for what to do with the animals cooking, make jerky, and leather working. Nails would have been a bitch to find, but I can tear off metal and mold them by weakening them into
The past two weeks has made me miss the character sheet as with all the info I'm gathering, having something just to organize all of this.
At this point I have nine abilities eight of which have four power levels due to Dire Shroud powering up everything except itself. Those level go base, level two, three, and four. The shroud itself is a buff, healing, armor, debuff, attack, counter if I am attacked before using another ability, and a trap to set out. I fucking love this skill.
The shroud wasn't the only thing that could make my skills stronger, with the three weapons affecting my skills to the point I've decided to call them classes. With the machete revolvers I become Netherborn-Slasher. The spear rifle, makes me a Netherborn-Impaler and I honestly find the name intimidating, plus badass. Finally, the broken axe shotgun which I've been treating like a club turns me into Netherborn-Brute. I don't know why each weapon changed how my attacks wanted to worked, but it adds more variety to them so I don't need to really think about it too much.
The attacks being Dark Whisper, Demonic fury, Dread Rush, Ghastly Grasp, and Soul Slash which will now be referred to as Netherborn-Brawler set. Those Five skills, plus four levels of power, and four variations making eighty ways to attack someone right there… if I'm right about my math. Plus, four more skills with those levels bringing it to ninety-six… wait, Dire Shroud can't boost itself so ninety-three?
I start up my prepping the meat for cooking. The skin might not be as good as I could have gotten with how I killed those two, but I worked with worse and I need something to hold my other weapons other than my hands. The third was just awful leather wise and might be finding bits of broken bones in the meat. I carve up the mangled wolf first before starting a fire for my makeshift grill. The next two were going to be made into jerky for later.
'I kind of wished that wolf I Spooked killed his friend. More material more meat.'
Spooked is a hard skill to describe, back home it made enemies confused giving a chance for them to attack their allies. Obvious upgrade I can affect someone through making eye contact. I found out this when I hunted a deer catching it eyes feeling a weird connection as if I could do something. I used it twice, once on a deer, second on the wolf and twice the creatures attack something close to them be it a tree or something living. 'Though trees are living things too.'
Speaking of trees something was growling as it made its way passed them into the clearing. "Well shit." It was an Ursa Major if that books description and picture was right. I was staring right in its eyes the so-called windows to the soul not feeling the connection, possible because there was no soul. The damn thing was huge and I want a bazooka, grenade launcher, or at least my homemade bomb… which I think I ate. 'New meaning to explosive diarrhea.'
It stared at me with some confusion like something does not compute in its mind. I don't know what was making the heavy metal cover hesitate, but it was better than barreling at me as I was sitting on my ass. It stood there as I got up on my feet eyes never leaving me, but its growling increased making a part of me want to bow down to it. I glare at it and growled back before it began looking at me like I don't know my place. This maybe a mistake, but I'm about put Yogi's ass in front of a fireplace. I draw one revolver and spam the hammer firing the five remaining shots. Two bullets hit flesh as the remaining bounced hit bone as if they were BBs.
The Ursa roared and began charging me. I use my Dire Shroud three times one in its path, but it barreled right through so the other two I applied to myself as I reloaded. I was about to attack again only to be slammed into before I could, it hurt like hell even with the shielding. The angry cloaked skull came back sending out bone shrapnel back at the emo bear. I was launched from the hit rolling across the ground, as the grimm howl in pain trying to shake off the things piercing its skin. Yogi is going to writhe in pain until the bones disappear, but I'm down one boost for my next special. Stand a little sore preparing my next move.
I chose Dark Call and my revolvers glowed a darker purple than before. I threw them spinning like saws as they flew towards the big beast with spikes disappearing. It saw my attack coming using its skull head batting one away causing it to fly off elsewhere, the remaining one slicing its back coming to a stop behind it, then stabbing it in the back.
Making a finger gun and firing the gun blade that hit its mark causing the beast to howled in pain again. That gun came back, but the other didn't and was a bit worrying. "Shit!" To make matters worse even though it was wounded, the Ursa came charging like nothing was wrong "Double shit!" My dumbass wasted time cursing instead of armoring up and took the full hit making me drop my other weapon. I was hurt bad with my head swimming in dizziness using all three shrouds made my body fine, but did nothing for the way my head felt.
I summon my scythe the blade black as the abyss and shrouded in purple flame. Son of a bitch came charging again and I was ready as I could. "COME GET SOME!" I swing once it got in range, the beast's body engulfed in purple flames as it was launched back all the way to other side slamming into a tree back where it came from. 'So that's what max level Soul Slash.' "FUCK YEAH!" I shout out feeling good, while I practiced a few boosted moves, I didn't want to just use good attacks on trees and regular animals didn't call for full power if I wanted to use any of what I hunted.
The scythe disappeared and the flames died, but the damn bear was still alive now just more visibly damage. 'Oh, there's blood in the water.' My confidence grew until I see more grimm come out, seven Beowolves 'not a big problem' and another fucking Ursa not a major thank god, but an Ursa none the less.
I was at a big disadvantage and with the fact I hit the bastard with a lot all adding up to it still standing, made me feel weak. It's a feeling I'm used to being eleven, but it's a mood killer to have in a life and death battle. "Fuck I need to be stronger!" I felt something swell inside of me I could only assume was what some anime bullshit would feel like and just let it flow. Mist exploded from my body freezing or at least covering whatever touched by it with ice. A deep growl cut through making the grimm back up and it took a good second before I realized it was coming from me. I was taller than before seeing my hands were black with gold bone plating that shimmered purple, my claws looked bone white and sharper. I'd try to get a better look at myself later because I still have a fight to take care of.
I send out Ghastly Grasp or was it now Grim Grasp, was this what new kid felt when he used the ultimate. Expecting shadow to come from me and was surprised that large dark shadows form under each of the grimms. Dark purple chains arose wrapping around the creature as skeletal hands each pair the size they need to be to clasp around the emo beasts. The Beowolves gave pained howls as they were crushed to death. The ursa minor wasn't killed, but I heard bones popping out of sockets from where I stood. The bear I'd been fighting was thrashing in its confines simply being held in place… or so I thought as the chains were now burning into the flesh of the ursae. 'Plural of ursa is ursae… I hope, Mr. Garrison was my teacher after all.'
The chains seemed to catch flame then as if they were just fuses leading to an explosion they well, exploded, hand and chains went up in a purple torrent of flames each beast caught in it let out roars of pain. The flames died down small bear dropped dead while big bear was… bear-ly… nope I'd want to kick my own ass. Ursa major was on his last legs having lost all will to fight me and attempting to back away. I Dread Rush and like Grim Grasp, it was changed kicked up to a whole new level making it… Reaper Rush.
My body was engulfed in purple flames as I rushed forward with my body on auto-pilot. Slamming into the Ursa launching it back into my waiting foot as I kind of teleported into its path. My foot made contact with its spine making it snap; bones of a creature that deflected bullets along with my blade gun folded as if it was paper and I mean head would have met ass if my leg wasn't in the way.
I toss its body to the ground. "Yes! That what you get!" First words I spoke and I sounded badass almost getting out a roar before I just transformed back to my current furry-Faunus-self. I now stand on the battlefield victorious surrounded by dissipating corpses of Grimms. "I love the smell of death in the afternoon." I took a deep breath punctuating my corny line. Black mist invaded my nostril and I couldn't stop as images entered my mind. I had absorbed the major gaining its memories of the day and I feel a bit stronger like what I guess gaining exp feels like or I took an upper. The memory I gained from the Ursa Major gave me a view of myself in my… I don't know, ultimate form?
That form looked less ferocious than a Beowulf as it leaned more towards human. It was adult or at least tall teen, bleach white bone plating on my upper body in the form of ribs, gold bone plating on my forearms were also on my shins and on my face in the form what looked like an Anubis mask. The mask had no pharaoh frill just face along with ears, my eyes were blood red with dark red mist emanating out of it
In my honest opinion I looked badass if not a bit plain. There is so much I need to learn about my new body, but first I need to find my fucking gun and then I'm calling it a day.
…Two and a Half Weeks Later…
This world has fucking bandits!
End
Grimm/Faunus Kenny
First encounter with people next chapter
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