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Cloak and Dagger (Part One)
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I am not a product of my environment.
My environment is a product of me.
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Alone in one of the hangars belonging to the Vacuo Kingdom, Ilia tinkered with the newest model airship Team ENMY brought as delegate's gift.
Before performing trial runs on the aircraft's capabilities, the girl was already mapping out a number of modifications to be made in advance. The ship itself was purposed for carrying capacity, extended flights, and speed in mind. What it didn't take into account was a stealth aspect or any means for quick escape.
On many occasions, surviving a battle with a horde of Grimm relied on avoiding one in the first place.
"Needs flares, decoy traps, smoke bombs," she jotted down the ideas one after another in her notebook. "And that's just the bare essentials. The landing time this thing takes is waaay too long. Maybe, add a rappel function? That means outfitting a stabilizing feature."
Ilia stretched her back from the pilot's seat and tapped her foot restlessly on the drive console. One of her favorite songs started playing on her scroll's speakers. It was corny and probably embarrassing if anyone found out, but she still liked it.
"Slow dance with you~ I just wanna sloOow dance with yOuu~ I know all the other boys are tough and smooth, and I got the blues. I wanna—slow dance with you"
Ilia paused in her notes.
"And, now I'm making myself sad…and talking to myself again. That's healthy."
"I think I read somewhere talking to yourself is a sign of a busy mind."
Ilia turned with a start and saw the owner of the voice leaning right over her headrest.
"And a busy mind is a healthy mind," Blake resumed with a grin.
"No way… Blake?"
The cat Faunus made her way around the pilot seat to straddle herself on Ilia's lap.
"I'm sorry it took so long to get here, Illy. But you know I was always going to come back to you, right?"
"Blake…! You're here! I can't…I can't believe it!"
"Oh, but you can."
Blake rested her hands on the girl's shoulders and leaned in to kiss. Ilia was shocked at first, but the moment their lips touched, the girl forgot any inhibitions.
Palms ran along the sides of Blake's hips, down to her thighs. Ilia nibbled down the neck line to the nape, while beginning to strip off the other's clothes.
"I want to be with you, Illy…" Blake moaned.
"You are. We're together. Finally…!" Ilia panted.
"…Not yet." Blake stopped the girl's hands from going any further. "Not just yet."
"What do you mean?"
"We'll be together soon. I promise. But something needs to happen before that."
Blake traced her finger down the center of the girl's collar bone, while Ilia could only return a puzzled look.
"What are you talking about? You're already here."
"Ilia, I can't stay as long as Team ENMY is around—as long as Yang is still around. I think you know that."
"Who cares about that bimbo?! They'll leave as soon as their business is done!"
"It's more than that. You must've noticed. Yang wants to kill me and so does her team, not to mention the whole Kingdom of Atlas."
"I won't let them! Not just me, but Temujin would never allow it!"
"Temujin cares, but she's looking to do what's best for Vacuo. She thinks that's allying with Atlas. And if that happens, we can't be together."
"Then, you and I can go somewhere else! We don't have to stay here!"
"Calm down," Blake caressed Ilia's cheek gently. "There are ways. For example, if you could convince Temujin to join the Mistral-Vale alliance instead…"
"…"
"But that still leaves Team ENMY. They won't let that happen as long as they're here."
"…"
"I have a plan. Their team is already breaking apart, they just need one more push. I know it's difficult, Ilia, but I need you to do something for me."
"…What is it?"
"I need you to kill someone. It won't be difficult under the right preparations, so—"
Ilia violently shoved Blake off and drew her electric sword-whip.
"Ilia…?! What—"
"WHO ARE YOU?!"
"What are you talking about? It's me."
"No!" Ilia made lightning crack along the spine of her weapon. Her body trembled with rage, as she wiped her lips so hard it burned. "You're not Blake! She would NEVER ask me to kill someone! Not in a million years!"
"…Well, I suppose I may have stretched the theatrics a tad too far."
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH BLAKE?!"
"A shame you refuse to help, despite her holding you in her most cherished wishes."
"ANSWER ME!"
"I know," the figure of Blake stood and brushed herself off. "If you carry out this one simple assassination, I will make sure you and the owner of this body live happily ever after. To prove that, you may fulfill your carnal desires now, if you like. How does that soun—!"
Blake's voice caught in her throat midsentence. Her body buckled and stumbled against the side of the ship's hull. The cat Faunus's amber eyes focused and unfocused with unnatural change.
"I-Ilia!" she cried.
There was a strange tone there, almost like two voices speaking at once. But through the distortion, Ilia recognized the owner.
"Blake?"
"You have to run! W-warn TeMuJIn! TheRe'S An aRmy! NoorTh by nORTH WeSt! Gugh!" she collapsed, and Ilia caught her. "PlEase! YoU CaN'T FighT hER aLonE! Get...! gEt hELP FrOM AtLAS!"
"Blake! Stay with me! You'll be okay!"
The girl in anguish looked up to Ilia with a subtle relief, but also sorrow.
"I'm so sorry, Illy…"
Before Ilia could act, Blake blinked out. The only thing left behind, was a trace veil of mist slipping between her fingers.
"Blake…"
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X
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The usual business filled the atmosphere of the Black Iron Road.
As soon as Daed and Icarus stepped foot into the district, the sound of hissing steel and broiling heat welcomed them. It was like having just stepped into the pit of a dragon's stomach. They made their way through the main thoroughfare to the half-tent shop of Brigid's.
"Welcome back!" the boar Faunus greeted them cheerily. "Come in and have a seat, lad! The new wing's just finished."
The smith momentarily went to the backroom, and returned with a steel prosthetic folded in her arms. The son and father could tell it was a masterpiece from first glance. No comparison could be drawn between it and the bulky steel glider Icarus currently had on.
"Now, I gotta warn ya. This thing's gonna hurt like a mother's ass whooping. More connections to nerve-endings, ya see."
"I'm ready," the boy consented.
"Alright. Bite down on this."
Brigid gave Icarus a roll of cushion to place between his teeth.
"Now, Daed."
Without any further prompting, the father gripped his son's hand while bracing his back.
Brigid clamped the prosthetic onto the nub where Icarus lost his wing. Pain immediately shot through the young boy's body, causing him to jolt with a muffled cry. As the acclimation process continued, Daed never let go of his son's violent grip. Even as the boy bucked wildly, the father continued to hold him safely in place.
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Once the installation completed, a fading soreness set in. Icarus stretched his new wing with a raw touch. It shifted and moved with a motion akin to flesh than mechanical. Countless interconnected parts imitated the feathers and sinews of a real wing.
The elation on Icarus's face was positively infectious. Brigid admired the work as the boy gave the prosthetic a few more test motions. Small jet thrusters along the flaps let out a soft roar. Even the stiff-chiseled expression of Daed's cracked into a smile before hardening again.
"This is the outsider's work, isn't it?" he asked.
"Ya can tell without having to ask, can't ya?"
"Hm."
"You don't plan on turning it away on that reason. Cause if ya are, I think I'll be the one to lose my temper this time."
"Don't be ridiculous. Any craftsman worth his salt can tell the heart he put into it…" Daed paused. "I was wrong. There was fair payment, after all."
"Oh? And how do you figure that?" Brigid asked.
"Building this meant as much to him as it did my son."
"…I see. You may be right about that."
"Is he around?"
"No."
Daed stared at Brigid for a long moment, before giving a solemn nod and paying the small required fee.
"Tell him he has my gratitude and that my son feels the same. We will return when Icarus eventually needs refitting."
"I'll make sure to relay the message."
"…What is the outsider's name?"
"Mercury. Mercury Black."
"Hm. I will make sure to remember it. Come now, Icarus. You have your rehabilitation exercises."
The boy hopped off the stool and followed the footsteps of his father. Before leaving, Icarus took one last look to the shadowy backroom, where Brigid brought the prosthetic from.
"Thank you, Mercury," he said quietly.
As soon as they were gone, Brigid withdrew to the back of the shop.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yeah," Mercury answered.
In the cramped space, which the smith usually used for storing equipment, Mercury worked a soldering iron on another project. In the opposite corner, Neo lounged on a pile of scrap metal. Once in a while, she flicked up a piece of shrapnel, embedding it into the ceiling. It was honestly hard to watch, as it looked like any of the jagged pieces could loosen and fall back down on her at any time.
Weird personalities attract weird company, huh?
Hm. I wonder what that says about me.
For a moment, Brigid thought of letting the sulky pair resume their stewing. Then, she saw Mercury transition to using an acetylene torch, while kicking the gas tank to start it.
"Alright! I need you kids to stop stabbing shit into my ceiling and threatening to blow up my shop!"
"Take it easy, Brig. It was just a love tap," Mercury replied without looking.
"Nah. This is a love tap."
The boar Faunus balled her fist, and thumped it atop Mercury's head.
"Ow! Okay, hitting someone while they're welding thirty-five-hundred degrees Celsius of cutting steel is the actual dangerous thing!"
"Oh, come off it. Put the damn thing down and pull your fat head out your ass for a smidge."
Mercury let out a grumpy groan before closing the valve on the torch.
"There, happy? And here I thought this was the only place me and Neo could get some peace of mind."
"You mean run away from your problems?"
"We're not running, we're thinking."
"Your friend looks like she's hiding from every child in Vacuo, while you are trying to lose yourself in fixing things you know you can fix."
"Are you sure you're a blacksmith and not a shrink?"
Brigid thumped Mercury's head a second time.
"Ow!"
"Ya don't wanna throw shit into your work, Merc. It's bad tradecraft."
"Personal experience?" he asked, while rubbing the bump on his head.
"Personal witness. Creators bare the core of their soul into their works, y'know. Allow me to bestow upon ye young duckling a cautionary tale. That is, if you can clear the self-pity garbage out between your ears a mo' to hear it."
Mercury breathed a long sigh, before unharnessing the safety mask from his face.
"Sure, Brig… If you'll let me get back to work after?"
"Fair 'nuff." The woman cleared her throat and pulled a chair next to him. "There once lived a genius craftsman here by the name of Masa Arum. In our trade, he was a legend. His creations were a work of art."
"Wait, Masa Arum?"
"Yes. Don't interrupt me, boy. I saw his weapons firsthand and can guarantee I've never seen anyone better. He was the very one who took Temujin as apprentice, back in the day."
"…"
"But he possessed a darkness in him, a deep hatred. Jealousy fueled his obsession with making the most powerful weapons. He didn't care what they were used for, good or evil. Masa Arum only wanted to bring forth a weapon that would put his old master to shame."
"And this old master? Did he or she have a name?"
"Dunno much about that part, but I think it was some other smith from Atlas."
"Uh…huh…" Mercury sat straight with more attention. "Go on."
"Y'see, Masa put all them dark emotions into the weapons he forged. He worked like a man possessed. Sound familiar? Well, what came of it were no simple collection of deadly weapons, but cursed ones."
"…Okay. I thought you were giving me a history lesson, not a ghost story."
"Shut your trap and let me finish. Unlike the arms of any other kind that ran on Dust, these cursed weapons were forged and powered by Bane. Ya can imagine the implications but also the potential that stemmed from such an idea. The side-effects of consuming Bane were well-known, but harnessing its effects secondhand, through a weapon? It significantly reduced the backlash, see? Or more truthfully… it delayed them."
Brigid took a discarded pistol from the scrap pile, and ran her fingers across its damaged barrel.
"Masa Arum's weapons granted its wielders an immense, but borrowed power. It fed on their negativity and in the old days, that was a very potent thing to have. Very few things can stand against the might revenge and spite can grant."
"I can imagine."
"After extended exposure, the patrons of Masa Arum's began to go mad. Some of 'em started having these obsessions they had to feed their weapons one life a day to keep them satiated. And if they couldn't find any Grimm…well."
"Damn."
"Temujin saw the blood on his hands, the harm he was doing to the cause. She killed her own teacher and destroyed every weapon of his she could find."
"…"
"That's the fate that awaits you, if you keep going down this path, boyo. Don't tarnish your gift and your creations, as well as your patrons. It's too easy to end up like Masa Arum."
"So, none of the weapons he made are still around?"
"Ack! Did you not hear a word of what I just said? They're cursed! Evil! No mentionin' I just said Temujin destroyed all the ones she could find. They're not things to be trifled with!"
"I know, Brig. I got the moral of the story loud and clear (It wasn't hard to follow). I'm mostly asking from a professional point of view."
"What? Like, research?"
"Yeah! For research! Any of them still lying around? Maybe, some broken parts Temujin missed?"
"Not that I know of," Brigid shook her head, then paused abruptly while massaging her chin. "Although…"
"Yeeessss?"
"I doubt my eyes saw right, but I might've seen a sword that could've passed for something Masa Arum woulda made. But that's impossible. The man's been dead for decades."
"Where did you see it, Brig? This is important."
"Well…" The blacksmith smoothed out one of her tusks. "Raven Branwen has a katana with her—it had a sinisterness about it that reminded me of Arum's work."
"Hey, Brig—"
Just then, an all-encompassing hush fell over Vacuo. The usual noise of yelling and banging steel dissolved as the air grew vacant. The winds stopped whistling, giving pause to what came next.
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"So, they've come, have they?" Temujin commented, after hearing news of the Grimm army amassing just past the outskirts.
The council of Vacuo's most trusted lined themselves before her, ready to receive her word.
"War has finally come to Vacuo once more…"
The old woman stood slowly, but with a strength that did not reflect her age. Almost like the force of a mountain uprooting did the chamber rumble. It never failed those in attendance to be captured by the resolve their leader showed in their most crucial times.
When the Crusaders launched the first raid on their people, Temujin stared dead-eyed in the face of impending genocide—and marched. At the mourning of her brother's funeral, she never shed a tear—and marched. When the blades and guns of the other three Kingdoms brandished themselves in the direction of Vacuo, when they sent all manner of warriors and monstrosity into their lands—Temujin marched.
The Fang of Vacuo made her way to the Hanging Garden's balcony, and sat on a humble stool. She turned to the horsehead fiddle resting on its stand and found Mouse Rakis handing it to her with care.
The moment she touched the bow to the string, a hush fell over the city. It was as if the Kingdom itself paid heed to her sound.
A low melodic note reverberated through Vacuo. And then, another and another.
From the deepest reaches of her throat, Temujin sang. There was nothing beautiful or elegant to it. There was no softness, nor peace nor joy. There was the desert, and its lands, and its steppes.
It was a song of sands.
And a song of storms.
It was a call to arms.
And a Call to War.
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X
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Adam set his sights on the horizon from a barren cliff. He recognized Temujin's throat singing anywhere.
Once upon a time, the mere echo of it stirred his soul. It was something almost primal, a fire lit that quickened the blood. Despite the issues between him and his old leader, Adam never lost his respects for the Fang of Vacuo. But now, the song carried a different meaning.
It was never something he wanted to experience on the opposite side.
"What's wrong, Adam?" Blake asked, appearing from the shadows.
"I…I can't do this…" he said uneasily. "I can't wage war on my own people. I won't."
"No, of course not. You are far too kind to do such a thing."
"I swore an oath, but this… I can't possibly—!"
"Not even for my sake?" Blake caressed the side of Adam's cheek and forced him to look her way. "Not even for a future promised to us both?"
"Stop!" Adam grabbed Blake's hand before he lost himself to her touch. "Don't do things like that with her body."
"…Honestly, what is it about this girl that inspires such fidelity? You, Ilia Amitola, Yang Xiao Long, and even Sun Wukong." Blake pulled her hand from Adam's grip. "Is it because she plays the part of damsel in distress oh, so well? Is it her kindly maiden heart that allures such charm? I will admit, her body is quite seductive. Perhaps it is a combination of all these elements together?"
"Enough, Salem! I won't allow you to disgrace her!"
"Calm yourself, my young knight."
Something in the Witch's words acted more like a command than a suggestion. As a result, Adam felt a mysterious force stop him in his tracks.
"Remember, you pledged yourself to me, and a pledge to me is not so easily forsaken."
"You...!"
"Promises are meant to be kept, dear Adam. Oaths are meant to be honored. You cannot raise your hand against your liege. But worry not, I have no inclination of sullying Blake's chastity. (Any attempts to make use of it have already failed)."
"Salem! You swore yourself you wouldn't harm her!"
"I swore she would be yours, nothing of the path or the means to such an end."
"You lied to me!"
"A truth with omissions, to be more accurate. That is not the same thing as a lie. I still fully intend to bless you two with a life happily ever after. It may not be in this one, but the next. How does a large castle sound? Maybe, one with magical dancing furniture and singing china?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing," Blake sighed. "A crude joke you need not pay mind to."
"…"
"I know!" she brightened. "If you are so concerned with my treatment of this girl, how do you feel about another pledge of contracts?"
"You expect me to make another deal with you?"
"One with clearer conditions." She cleared her throat. "I promise to do nothing more…untowards… the owner of this body, if you agree to perform a certain task."
"And what does untowards mean?"
"Anything that would tarnish this girl's body or reputation. No harm, no… sexual frivolities, I would imagine."
"…What is the task?"
Blake grinned and tapped Adam's shoulder. Her touch seemed to release the young man from his invisible bonds.
"Do not worry, Adam. As you initially wished, you will take no part in the battle against your people. No harm will come to any citizen of Vacuo by your hand. Instead—"
"You will be required to exterminate a certain individual."
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X
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In the great desert expanse, ranks of Grimm creatures bore their malice in the direction of Vacuo. At the same time, meeting their hostilities and bloodlust were the Kingdom's strongest warriors.
The defenders of Vacuo made their stand some distance from the city's walls. Their weapons gleamed in the bright, baking sun. Their countenance as hard as desert rock.
On the Grimm's side, Bean's small sand-cloaked figure kept in touch with the clan leaders' thoughts.
"Inquiry. Should an emissary be sent to request surrender?"
"Hm." Inna tipped down her hat beside him. "I don't like this, Bean."
"…I am sorry, Inna."
"I get it. Doesn't mean I have to like it. A few lives sacrificed for the many, huh? Leaves a bad taste in my mouth."
"Your participation is not required, if—"
"If I don't do it, someone else will, right? Better it be me…"
"…"
"Ya can send an emissary, but I doubt it'd do much. For all our intel says, Temujin ain't the surrenderin' type."
"I will go." Blake answered. "If I can sow even the slightest bit of weakness into the woman, it will be well worth the effort."
Bean and Inna watched Blake stride towards the enemy, while flanked by an escort of Grimm.
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In the center of Vacuo's legions, the lines gave way to Temujin and pair of broken aircrafts towed behind her.
As their leader stopped at the head of the army, she squinted with an impetuous stare.
"Excited bunch, aren't they?"
"Not nearly as excited as you…" Minerva scoffed next to her. "Honestly, what manner of general assumes command at the frontlines?"
"A good boss must always show her subordinates that she isn't afraid to get her hands dirty!"
"You sound more like the delinquent leader of a gang of hoodlums than a boss."
"You do remember that's how it started? How about, a greater leader must always lead from the front!"
"Whoever chimed the term, 'with age comes wisdom' surely never met a hot-blooded fool like you." Minerva leaned closer to whisper. "The Cuckoos have likely infiltrated key sections of our formation. Is it wise to proceed?"
"Even as we speak, little Knives is seeking them out and eliminating them. Should they attempt to surprise us, we have a few tricks up our sleeves."
"Hmph. I don't suppose Mouse approved of his sister being employed as spy-killer."
"He doesn't know."
Minerva threw her a contemptuous glare.
"I won't be around forever, Minerva," Temujin resumed. "I may very well fall today. When Mouse Rakis inevitably takes the throne, his sister will be his shadow. And the king never needs to know everything his shadow casts on."
"…"
"I know you don't approve. But in truth, you have no one to blame but yourself!" Temujin said mockingly.
"What?!"
"You could have been Queen of Vacuo, but you didn't want it. You could have stopped my so-called, inane actions, but you did not. I personally hold you responsible!"
"You. Old. Mongrel. Don't you try to hold me accountable, even in bad humor!"
"It's all your fault, Minerva!" Temujin ignored her best friend. "If Vacuo falls today, or I die, or our people die, it was the fault of she, the irresponsible Headmaster of Shade Academy! For ages, they will say, Minerva Calico could have stopped Temujin's mad tirades, but chose not to. Probably because she was lazy, and feeble—and old."
Minerva grabbed one of Temujin's ears and yanked on it.
"Ahhh! Didididi! Stop that, you foul witch!"
"You think I won't discipline you if we are in front of our Kingdom or in the face of our enemy? How naïve."
"Unhand me vile, wrinkly woman!"
"You're just as wrinkled as I am!"
"Um…!"
The two elder women turned to Ilia behind them.
"It looks like the other side is sending an emissary. It's Blake," she pointed.
Minerva and Temujin followed Ilia's finger to the small party heading their way.
"Hmph. Undoubtedly come to demand our surrender," Temujin spat. "Ilia!"
"Yes?!"
"You couldn't bring me any bigger airships?!"
The three addressed the broken transports behind Temujin. They were old models and smaller in comparison to current ones. Not only were they wrecked beyond repair, but it appeared anything remotely useful had been stripped away for parts.
"Don't scold her!" Minerva pinched Temujin's ear in Ilia's defense. "Ilia's been very good about recycling our decommissioned crafts. I'm surprised she even scrounged up these relics to fuel your foolish ego."
"This is important! I always reserve the right to draw first blood! As Ruler of Vacuo, this is my decree!"
"Always using your authority on such foolishness… Pay no mind to this idiot's ramblings, Ilia. You have done well."
"Uh, thanks?" Ilia said uncertainly. "But, what about Blake?"
"Oh, I'll think of something," Temujin said, as she hobbled to the side of one ruined ships.
It was a light model, but it was still gargantuan compared to the old woman. As she rested her palm against its hull, her Aura coalesced. Energy expanded through her hand, into the plane's skeleton. An uncanny strength expelled from the pit of her lungs.
"LEAVE NOW, OR I WILL KILL THE FUCK OUT OF ALL OF YOU!"
Temujin's warning echoed the whole battlefield.
"I see negotiations have failed almost immediat—"
"CATCH, YOU OLD BITCH!
Following Temujin's interruption of Minerva midsentence, the thundercrack of an unbelievable phenomenon soon followed.
"An attack not two seconds after providing a warning. How very you…"
Minerva shook her head.
In the same moment, Blake barely misted away in time, before a whole airship blasted across her party. Just as she reappeared beside Bean, another plane-sized projectile exploded in a cluster of Grimm—as if launched from a long-range ballista. Aura-reinforced shrapnel burst from the crash site like artillery loaded flechette rounds.
"So, this is Temujin's infamous Warsmith Semblance…" Blake gritted her teeth. "It's more brutish than I thought."
From far off, Temujin let loose a number more of Aura-enhanced projectiles into their company. Every impact left craters large enough to modify the landscape. Bits and pieces of shredded Grimm flew from all angles. At the same time, Vacuo's army began their march.
Bean and Inna could only watch the carnage with mouths agape. It was no longer a mystery how a lone rebel almost single-handedly fought off the Third Crusade. It took a while, before Bean recovered his senses. He then, issued commands for the Grimm Leaders to march as well.
"Destructive capabilities of the Warsmith Semblance surpass previous calculations," Bean assessed.
"Yeah! I'll say!" Inna exclaimed. "No wonder she never bothered hidin' her Semblance! Weaponzin' anythin' she touches with her Aura. That's too much damn firepower!"
"Indeed," Blake agreed with a touch of annoyance. "Truly, of all the Children of Remnant, no other save Romia has earned my ire to such extensive degree."
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"So, shall we carry on with the first phase of Cloak and Dagger?"
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NOTE
Double-Chapter Release!
Q: Will you finish the series?
A: Yes. I will.
Q: Tai and Glynda?
A: I know. It's weird.
Q: Then, Qrow and Winter?
A: Um… who knows?
Q: Thoughts on Adam's Character Short?
A: None.
Q: Thoughts on Volume 6 and trailer?
A: None.
Q: What do the OCs sound like?
A: For now, I'll just say I imagine Temujin to sound like Dianna Rigg in her work as Olenna Tyrell from Game of Thrones. But with a bit more throatiness and deeper tones cause she does Mongolian throat singing.
Jupiter Black probably sounds like an arrogant thespian.
-Cuckoo Grimm- I got the idea from actual cuckoo birds, which destroy the eggs of other bird species and leave their young to be raised by other parents. In many cases, the cuckoos grow to be much larger than their "foster" parents, with them never being the wiser that they're not raising their child. Yeah, it's a dark thing, but I wanted a twisted Grimm in Vacuo. Also, the leader of the Clan, Combine, is in reference to the psych facility from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
-Daemontor Grimm – Reference to Dementors from Harry Potter.
-Moredread Grimm – Reference to the traitorous knight Mordred, who's known for dealing a fatal wound to King Arthur at the Battle of Camlann. Also, why the leader of the clan is named Camlann.
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Thanks for reading so far!
Made this a double release cause… reasons.
Enjoy Part Two!