I apologize for the late update, but here we are again. Hello everyone once again to Blood to Hunter Borne to Beginnings, your average Bloodborne/RWBY fiction writing. There's not much to say right about now other than our friendly cooperation master, or even the hidden NPC are going to be continued on here. Thanks for reading, let's get into it shall we?
Present
"What did you just allow exactly Ozpin with Mr. Valtr and his student?" Glynda questioned as she paced around the rather large office. "I mean Sir with all respect intended, are we sure that even the so called "Dungeons" are really around here? This simply feels like something out of a game that the students would play."
The quiet man stood with his back to her. His eyes overlooking the two that were walking away from his all seeing tower.
"Glynda. I suppose a simple thing or two about that man you don't seem to trust would perhaps leave these lips of mine, but I don't suppose the would leave this room now; don't you agree?"
Glynda stopped her pacing and stood up straight with her hands to her side. She pushed her hair behind her ears and her glasses back into place.
"With all do respect Sir, any information on this individual that you place so much trust in would assist me greatly with understanding this situation."
Ozpin turned around and pointed towards the empty chair, becoming Glynda to take a seat; in which she did. Across from her, he took his own seat but pulled out what seemed to be a small stack of old, cream colored papers from a hidden compartment in his desk.
"That man, is something I wish to never become. Which is one reason why I left the League. It wasn't that it became something unfavorable, but rather there was simply to much killing to it." Ozpin stopped speaking for a few seconds as he stared into his coffee mug, leaving a rather awkward silence. His face quickly returned to his usual demeanor.
"Valtr was one of the best teachers that I could have met. He had something that the others did not, and that was a cooperative feel to everything he did. His manner of speaking, actions, or anything always brought upon a feeling that you could trust him." A smile crept onto Ozpin's face.
"But he was very far what one might consider wasn't always by himself, and there were other confederates along with him as well. There's even a small passage that you might have read at some point Glynda. A Yharnamite's favorite tale tells of a group of constables, who once chased a Beast back to Yharnam, all but one were killed. It was said he killed and ate the Beast in vengeance."
Glynda had the look of shock in her eyes. "That was about that very man I just met?" Glynda reminiscing her times in the library and coming across that very passage.
While Glynda stared at her boss, Ozpin only shook his head to confirm her curiosity.
"That was only a fantasy novel Ozpin, hardly anything that one would consider to be accurate, and even less true. That man wearing a bucket for a helmet is the terrifying man that ate a Grimm out of revenge?"
Her eyes wide, only to receive a shaking of a finger from Ozpin in front of her.
"It was no Grimm Glynda, it was a beast. One that degraded from their original state of man and succumbed to the beast blood. Grimm are entirely different where a pack is required to cause panic; a single beast would cause an entire city to shake."
Glynda sat back as she had the look of a woman blown away from facts.
"So this man didn't eat a Grimm, but an actual beast, as in what you say is true, another human such as himself."
Once again Ozpin nodded his head in agreement.
"That was one of the biggest reasons Glynda for my retiring from the League. I could no longer face what I had been doing whence I found out what I was actually doing, but the surprising thing about it; not one thought bad of me for doing so, and so there still lies my respect to those who are part of the League, such as Valtr." Ozpin took another sip out of his coffee mug, then setting it down on his desk.
"There is nothing else for today Glynda. Even if you are such a close friend, there still needs to be secrets that I keep. How else would the students get such outrageous ideas if the knew everything about me?" A small chuckle escaped his mouth.
Glynda quickly stood up. "Thank you sir for sharing such information about Valtr with me. I'll be sure to keep it undercover with the best of my abilities."
She turned around and made her way quickly out of the room and into the elevator and into the lower levels.
Alone, Ozpin stood up once more and stood, looking out the window that overlooked the grounds of Beacon Academy. In the corner of his eye, he noticed a glimpse of gold, and a speck out white standing very close to one another. He smiled and walked over to his desk, pressing a few buttons and allowing for a holographic screen to appear in front of him. On it showed two individuals across from one another, yet nothing was being said.
A smile crept onto his face once more as he sat down in his chair, with his mug in hand.
Minutes Ago
Valtr sat his hand on Queen Killer's shoulder. "This boy here is one that you must keep your eye on at all time. Not for others safety, but for his own. As you know, social interaction as a Hunter is almost non-existent. The less that this boy must interact with another, the faster he can accomplish this job of his and clear these dungeons of the monsters that lurk within." His grip tightened on the boy's shoulder, but no reaction was shown from the boy.
"If you can allow this single request of mine, I will assist you in your own conflicts from time to time."
Ozpin smiled. "I can hold you to this promise can I Valtr?"
The man bowed. "A League promise is one nothing short of a promise. It crosses the boundaries of trust and companionship Ozpin. Ring the bell you hopefully have, and I swear on the League that I will help, but again I must stress this, keep this boy away from anyone that could pry on him." He lifted his head up and glanced towards Ozpin. His single eye appearing through the small hole on the bucket.
The spectacled man nodded his head. "I can assure you Valtr that no such thing will come of your student. This is a serious manner that we must clean up quickly before any harm comes to those at my school."
The bucket headed man straightened his back and held out his hand. Ozpin took ahold of it and shook. The simple motion implying trust in one another's words.
"Now though it was a short visit, I must take my leave Ozpin. There are more vermin out there that need to be taken care of, and one of my nature can not leave such a thing undone." He spun around and began to make his way towards the elevator, leaving behind Queen Killer who has still yet to move.
"Take care my fellow Confederate. Accomplish what must be done and take joy in exterminating the vermin that rests below." The boy turned around and bowed to the man now behind the closing doors.
Now with the Valtr out of the room, the lone boy stood still with his Wheel at his front, and facing towards the elevator.
A cough came from Glynda's direction. "Mr. Queen. Before we send you on your way, I must inform you that you are now formally part of Beacon Academy, and thus you must act like a student of it." She walked over to him with a bag in hand. "This contains not only your uniform for the current period, but also the essentials that you will require until your job is done, and then, you will be done. Is this a mutual understanding?"
She glanced at him expecting a response, and slightly annoyed.
The boy stood quiet as he took the bag and slung it over his shoulder. He started to make his way towards the elevator when Ozpin called out to him.
"Be wary Mr. Queen. Your hunt isn't over even after you complete it, so I suggest you take your time and enjoy the peacefulness. Hunting musn't be the only thing in your life." His hand now resting on the boy's shoulder, making him turn his head towards the headmaster.
Again, not a single response came from the golden triangle, but instead was a simple walk to the elevator and the doors closing.
"That boy is something else Sir. I suggest keeping an eye on him to make sure no trouble is caused." Glynda said worriedly.
A small laugh from Ozpin was accompanied by the wave of a hand. "He is of no such thing Glynda. We are here for the students; to help them grow, and not watch their every move, even though it is quite fun to encourage such interactions or events to happen." Ozpin lifted his mug and silently chuckled as the small specks in the distance began to show movement towards one another.
Present
"Would you mind explaining yourself?" Weiss said aloud as the triangular headed boy walked past her.
The boy stopped, but didn't show any sign of movement to even turn around.
She stepped forward towards him.
"I know what your from, but what are you?"
Still there was no answer from the receiving party, and silence still from the individual with their back to Weiss.
The boy began to walk away but not until Weiss grabbed ahold of his arm, locking him in place.
"If you won't answer anything about yourself..." She paused for the little time that there was, gripping tightly the small, wooden wheel she had at her side, "at least tell me if you know of someone by the name of Alfred...He never told me his full name but I met him long ago and he too said that he was… a protégé of someone called Master Logarius, along with donning the same attire as yourself. Tell me what.." She was stopped quickly by the motion of the boy's hand, raising up into the air into that of a fist.
He turned around and leaned closely towards Weiss, the rather large golden pyramid towering over her. He lifted the headpiece only a little to allow for speech. A rather soft, and quiet voice soon followed with the action.
"The night dwells on crimson sorrow.
Stop good beast!
A wanderer shines like a wet cave's rapture,
Thus the ocean aches for the wind's agony.
Heaven holds meetings on the inquisitive castle
Oh Alfred!
Eternity lingers in my love's knowledge.
Ah, but the moon quivers in the sunset's laughter!"
Weiss quickly stepped away from the leaning pyramid, a look of confusion upon her face. She didn't mind the fact that a man could love another, but this sounded more of obsession if anything, and the age that would separate the two is simply astounding to her.
"So...you love Alfred…" She straightened herself upwards and back into her normal posture. "But that still doesn't answer my question at all wheel bo…." before Weiss could finish, the figure in front of her slowly lifted the headpiece even higher.
The features that glossed across Weiss's eyes were something some would consider a miracle.
Lips so perfect that one would possibly be graced to even touch them with their hands. The round complexion that was almost perfect enough to be a considered the best around. The nose being almost the exact same. Hair that seemed to perfect to be real fell down the shoulders, the beautiful crimson that it was.
From what Weiss saw in the small time that has passed, she considered what lied beneath the head piece, was something so beautiful that even what might have been considered royalty would only pale in comparison.
"Wha….What are you? Who are you?" Weiss stepped back a few steps. Suddenly a voice from behind the figure shouted out.
"WEISS!...WEISS, WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?"
In an instant, Weiss knew who was calling for her. It was none other than her teammate Ruby, and right behind her was Yang and Blake following.
The figure slid the pyramid back over their face, but instead of hiding the once hidden hair, it was left out to fall down their back.
In almost an instant, Ruby was between the two of them staring at the pyramid headed individual. Her eyes focusing on the dazzling mane that lay dormant outside the confounds of the massive headpiece.
A star in Ruby's eyes twinkled for only a single moment before she spoke.
"Your hair is prettier than Yang's."
A crack could be heard from behind them. Almost as if one's heart was crumbling from those very words, Yang could be seen collapsing to her knees with an almost dead look in her eyes, Blake catching her before she fell even further. Weiss was surprised from the sudden comment as well, catching herself off guard.
The figure tilted the headpiece and lifted their hand to the hair that laid still. It rubbed it only slightly before making what seemed to be an annoyed grunt that came from underneath the headpiece.
"How...how is it possible. Your hair, your hair is exactly what Ruby said; it's...it's better than mine." Yang's expression just sunk, yet there was no change in the group around them. There was still mostly silence.
The figure slowly began to walk away from the four, Ruby still staring at the figure, and the other three still blown away from the realization from what the just heard.
Ruby then broke the silence. "Where are you going?" The figure instead didn't let up, and instead spun on their heels and sprinted off in the other direction. Just as they once arrived, "they" disappeared into the distance.
The four finally made their way together once the shook off the sudden surprises that they experienced, and they gathered in a circle.
"So Weiss, mind giving us the lowdown of what you two talked about?" Blake spoke up.
Weiss stared at the three, and looked towards the ground in silence.
"Come on Ice Queen, let us in on this lovers quarrel you two had." Yang joked over.
She quickly snapped to Yang, not with her annoyed look that was usual shared between the two, but what was shown now was something quite different; it was a look of worry.
Ruby shook Weiss's arm in worry. "Weiss what's wrong? Where's your usual 'princess like' response?"
Weiss glanced between the three once again and spoke up.
"As we know, we all share something." The four of them looked at one another and pulled out their individual medallions. "We all have these from a long time ago, but" Weiss then pulled out the wheel shaped wooden medallion and placed it next to the shining sword. "I received both of these on the same night." They each placed them in their respective locations and Weiss spoke up once more.
"We'll discuss more back at our room. This'll have to be something that we commit together. That...Hunter is someone we need to either deal with, or discover what they are." The other three nodded their heads in agreement and began to make their way back inside as the sunlight began to fall.
"Ozpin, what do you suppose they spoke of?" Glynda said aloud to the quiet headmaster as he stood overlooking the now empty courtyard. "Their way of speech was unlike any other, almost as if it was truly another language." She continued to ponder as she paced throughout the room.
Ozpin still stayed quiet, not even with a smile, but with something other. It was not worry, but rather concern.
Glynda stopped her pacing and stared towards Ozpin, noticing his reflection in the glass. She knew Ozpin understood what occurred between the two, but what it was she might never know unless told. The room stayed quiet, until the ping of the elevator sounded, and Glynda retired for the night.
On their way back to the dorms, Yang stood near the back, the look of defeat still shown on her face. While her head hung low, an object caught her eye. A round wheel, wooden in style, but strange red stains along the outside of the wheel, and a gold tint to the inside of it. She quickly thought of Weiss's badge, but she understood who's it belonged too, and the only way they could get it back is if they went through her. The feeling brought a smile to her face, and only she would know the secret of the hair. A slight chuckle came to her as she jogged up to her team.
There they sat in the room, a small lamp light illuminating the entire room. The weapons lied on the opposite lying bed, the rather large wheel with intricate designs of wood carvings, and the slight hint of silver that embedded the nails that held it together. Then the large, stone, silver lined, cannon that lied right next to the wheel. The intricate designs along the entire gun, making it seem almost more of a model piece than an actual weapon.
On the opposite bed lied an entirely different masterpiece. The cloth at first glance seems almost like just simple priest garb, but when looked at closely, the fabric shines almost like gold. The designs lining the grey amice, making it appear like something a high ranking clergyman would wear. The thick, heavy cloth appeared to make up most of the apparel, and with it shared the same feeling of a high ranking clergyman. It laid upon the bed, and along with it other forms of clothing. Cloth, plenty of cloth, wrappings of white cloth strewn across the bed and floor. Pants of soft leather thrown onto the floor. Different types of padding was also strewn around the room. Leading towards the lavatory, what looked to be undergarments of both types. The silk bra hung on the door knob, and the rather soft looking boxers that lay on the floor next to it.
A soft voice humming in the shower, a tune unknown to many, and it seemed to mellow along with the feeling of love.
Outside the shower lay the golden headpiece, small drops of water forming upon it and falling to the ground.
Inside the shower stood what seemed to most what could be a goddess. What stood out to the eye that could possibly have the chance to glance upon it were long stitches that went around the body at multiple locations. Her hands following along the stitches that followed along with her humming.
"Oh Alfred, how I wish I would have known that cold night that you would be the one to free me from her clutches, to free me from the blood queen that used me for such filth, but now we are together. Both of our lives were nearing the end, and the dream would finally end, but fate has another route for us to follow, yet it yearns for us to be together this time, and soon, we will have what belongs to us."
She crouched in the shower on those final words, a smile formed on her face, a smile that could only be described as complete bliss.
After the slight smile, she stood tall with her arms spread wide, open to what could be told to be the waters of life.
I hope you wonderful readers liked this chapter. Again I'm very sorry about the late update but 3rd shift really gets to you. Go ahead and give your complaints, criticisms, advice, or possibly even some good words or what you liked. I am honestly looking forwards to whatever it might be. Have a good day/night.