Right into the fire is something that I completely go against, but a lot of the times it's fun to cause things to go 'Kaboom'. I'm currently writing this before (I think) anyone has read the previous chapter. I just don't have anything to do today besides write, so here I am. I personally enjoyed using the Powder Kegs equipment from time to time, and the boom hammer will always be in my heart.
I do not own Bloodborne or RWBY and each belong to their respective companies.
"Blood to Hunters Borne to Beginnings; Yang Xiao Long and the Infamous Powder Kegs"
The Powder Kegs adoration of complex design and big booms culminated in weapon designs that contrast with those traditionally of the workshop.
The late Powder Kegs, bless their souls, had a motto: "If a weapon ain't got kick, it just ain't worth it."
There goes a story on Remnant of an old man that sits atop a tower with strange weapons that are unlike anything a Hunter of any Kingdom would carry. It's said an old veteran Hunter who is said to possess amazing skill. No one has seen him in many years, and he looks like he's been on his own for some time.
Of course, this is just another story to the general populous of the kingdoms, just like that of a child's story to state their curiosity so they wouldn't enter the forest in hope of finding him. Of course, not everyone shares the same view and they take it to heart, delving deep into the forest to find this mysterious old man with the strange weapons, only to be met with a single letter on a large wooden door
"This town is long abandoned. Hunters not wanted here."
To the eyes of a passerby this seems as a warning or threat, and the Hunters that have seen this as well have taken caution to this as well. However, it shows evidence of being opened as one cannot repair or replace the letter that lies on the door since it is of an unknown material, and nothing else seems to stay on the door besides that. The evidence that lies of the door being opened, but only once, is from the ripped crease that lies in the middle of the paper.
Not many noticed it, but the ones that do take it as a warning to further the dangers that lie behind the door. No one has ever heard of what lies behind the door, and thus accepted that those who entered never returned to inform those of what is there.
Even if curiosity got the better of some, they felt a presence of death approach them and a voice speak into their head even when they got close to the door, possibly even touching it.
"Old Yharnam, burned and abandoned by men, is home only to beasts. They are of no harm to those above. Turn back…or the Hunter will face the hunt."
Very few have ever heard the voice in their head as it is only said to appear whence one tries to open the heavy door, which few have every tried to do so. Man, or Fauns; no being ever walks near that area in the woods to the strange opening in a building in which the note lies on.
Not everyone heeds the warnings that the people of old give out, for there are those who are stubborn and live for adventure. Among those fools that live for such foolish things, is a little girl whose future is already been decided by fate no matter what might lie at the end.
"Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life."
The young blonde was anything but stupid, but her curiosity got the better of her most of the time. Be it at school with her friends, or with simple sparring sessions with her father. A promise she made to herself always made her be wary of what she can and cannot do, but that still didn't stop her from trying.
So, when it came to stories, even though they might be as childish as can be, she still imagined them and the characters themselves in her head. The thoughts of strong heroes or villains fighting it out in an open area with odds being pushed against the hero brought a flame to her spirit.
One story brought her imagination to life, and it was that of the Powder Kegs. Hunters that used such strange weapons that exploded with contact upon their opponent or the strange striking of flint that came before the initial explosion, or even the fire that could be lit inside the weapon to allow for such things.
How they did it didn't interest her, but rather just the color of the flame or result is what got her going. This of course pushed towards her own weapon designs, in which she still couldn't get down. She was missing the initial spark for the boom, or just the need for it as well. None of the adults could help her for the simplicity and silliness of her weapon just seemed impractical to most. Her father of course offered for help, but they both knew better.
What she needed was someone that specialized in this sort of weaponry, and of course no one knew of anyone like that. The girl of course though otherwise as she remembered the story of the Powder Kegs and the infamous nature of their weapons. She brought to this idea to her father, who quickly passed it off and said,
"There's no such thing as an old man who lives along, and that goes with the Powder Kegs as well. Just give me some time dear, and find someone who can help you complete your own masterpiece."
This of course, was something she couldn't wait on. Knowing on how many people rested on the Kingdom of Vale alone, finding someone who specialized in weapons like what she wanted almost seemed impossible. She thought of a plan and waited for the moment to enact it.
Thankfully her younger sister wasn't here today and instead was staying with a close family member instead, which left time for her to do what she wanted. Her father was leaving today to go meet with someone who could possibly help her, and that he would be gone for a while. She said that she would be just fine alone and be waiting for him to get back.
With that, the father had left and alone was the girl. She smiled as the door finally closed, and she dashed to her room where her unfinished product laid. Setting it carefully into a bag, and a few other essential items, she set off with a map in hand and a book as well to find where this mysterious door could be at.
She didn't just blindly head into the forest in search for this door, but instead did what she might never do again in the future. She studied maps of the surrounding area and citing text and other sources as to where the door would be at. Finally, she pinpointed the exact spot where it would be at, and then she was ready. The spot where the door rested was in an area where Grimm were almost non-existent which only made her 'quest' that much easier.
Walking along what looked like a made path, she made her way towards the hopeful door of mystery. An hour passed and the girl was eating a cereal bar while sitting on a rock. The day wasn't necessarily hot which made it nice for a walk through the forest. As she looked down at the map, a sun glare hit it at what seemed like a perfect angle and mapped out a hidden path for something that was very different than hers. Of course, she noticed this multiple times while walking and decided to follow it.
She was already at the X at the end of the 'sun path' and there was hardly anything. There was no door and there was no hole in the wall at all. Instead there were only tree's around her. Hope was dwindling for her and the thought to head back home started to cross her mind. She opened the book and began to flip through pages until her finger landed on a certain page while flipping through them.
A single line of text rested on the single page with a red moon picture resting on the other. She squinted her eyes as she tried to read the faded text, and aloud she said it.
"The red moon hangs low, and the beasts rule the streets. Are we left no other choice, then to burn it all to cinders?"
A slight headache came over the girl and she fell to her knees. The pain sent, what seemed to be, a shock through the rest of her body. She quickly shook it off and got back onto her feet. She glanced around and noticed that there were no longer any trees surrounding her, but rather stone walls, and right next to her was a bent lantern which gave off a blue glow to it.
She turned to her left and saw it, the door with the note that rested on the door. She quickly ran to the door and placed her hand upon it just to simply feel it, then the voice that was always talked about came to her.
"Old Yharnam, burned and abandoned by men, is now only home to beasts. They are of no harm to those above. Turn back, or the Hunter will face the hunt."
The girl quickly spoke back to the voice, which was never rally heard off.
"I'm not a Hunter Sir, not yet anyways. I've come for your help in something."
A quick flash of light came from the other side of the door and it seemed to open itself up for the girl. On the other side, it showed an old man standing in front of a very large gun that over looked what seemed to be many figures at the bottom. The sky was a red color with exactly that, a blood red moon. She was taken aback from the sudden change in atmosphere and scenery from what she was used to.
The old man, in which she guessed stood there pointed towards her and waved her over to him. She hesitated for a second and took the steps towards the man. The man was covered in what seemed like an ash colored garb with many rips and tears across it. Two wraps covered the man's eyes as he stared at her. She finally made her way to right in front of him, which he did not stir for even a second with her in his presence. A large smile was on her face though, 'A member of the Powder Kegs' she thought to herself.
"What brings you to Old Yharnam? I've no interest in matters further up, but you must no disturb this place." The girl quickly nodded in agreement to what he said.
"The beasts do no venture above, and mean no harm to anyone. If you still insist on hunting them, then I will hunt you first. You understand me?" Again, the girl quickly nodded her head. She didn't know if he was talking about the Grimm or not, but she took it as a chance to stay on his good side if she agreed to him.
"I was wondering…if you could help me complete these here?"
She lowered her bag and brought out a pair of gauntlets with a yellow and black color to it. The same yellow color that rested on her head as well. She presented them to the old man, in which he took them and observed them.
"What might be your name little girl? This is most certainly not a place for those of your age."
She puffed out her checks and posed with her hands on her hips. "My name is Yang Xiao Long, and I aspire to keep my family safe from any beasts that may come for us."
The old man lowered the gauntlets and looked at her. "A good cause to protect yourself and not to just needlessly hunt, good choice young girl. My name is Djura of the Powder Kegs, or what's left of us."
Yang quickly thought over what he said but before then he pulled out a small silver medallion and held it out to her along with her gauntlets. "The things you might hunt, they're not beasts. They're people. One day, you will see…Hmmm, it's time you got going."
Yang could hear her father shouting her name off in the distance.
"But first a farewell gift. I have no use of it anyways." He pushed the medallion into her hands along with her gauntlets. She took them and placed them into her bag. "That will help you in your future endeavors, and hopefully it will be for the right reason." She picked up the bag confused by what he said.
"What is it? Surely, I need not repeat myself. Go, I say. You have the whole night to dream. Make the best of it." He turned her around and pushed her towards and through the door.
She quickly turned around and yelled towards the old man. "Thank you Djura! I'll make sure to make good use of this…whatever it might be. Thank you once again!" She was waving towards him as he had his back turned to her. A quick brush off his shoulders signaled that he indeed heard her and a smile could be seen across her face.
The headache came back almost instantly as the door closed in front of her, and everything went bright again. When she opened her eyes, the trees where back, and so was the sunlight. It was almost like nothing changed in the time she was gone.
She pulled out the medallion, it looked like a vial filled with grey dust, and it shined slightly in the sunlight. Thoughts of the Powder Kegs ideas flowed into her head, and the so called 'heresy' was fully envisioned by her. She smiled as she placed it around her neck and ran off towards the father of her voice.
I hope everyone enjoyed reading this chapter and whatever came along with it as well. I know that I didn't go into any detail of his weapons, but there was no use. Djura only ever fights the Player and never any of the beasts, and I wasn't about to have a grown man beat an old child into the ground. It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Besides that, go ahead and leave any questions, complaints, and or comments wherever you do so. Professor Pancakes signing off.
"Blood to Hunters Borne to Beginnings; Weiss Schnee and The Wonders of the Healing Church