I'd say it feels good to be back, but I know what'll be waiting for me in the morning. Fans will be fans after all. At least this isn't as bad as Captain America turning out to be working for Hydra
RWBY pretty much belongs to Rooster Teeth now, Bálor to me, and any third parties belong to their respective parent companies.
Bálor would sigh as he looked up at Remnant's peculiar broken moon, stars dotting the night sky as he thought back on his journey up to now.
"Even with a new weapon, no Bullet Club, and a slightly less detestable attitude towards everyone here..nothing seems different, I'm just as big a stranger now than I was when I first came to this place." Shuddering slightly as the night air seemed to penetrate his sullen mood like a needle's prick, the wolf Faunus would reflect upon the very day his life went from being one of endless strife to whatever unfortunate mess he now found himself living in.
"On yer feet maggots, it's inspection!"
He hated morning inspection more then anything; despite the chow bordering on the tipping point between still alive and just cooked enough to pass for grade school mystery meat and the constant threat of murder or rape (or in some unfortunate cases, both.), cell inspection was perhaps the most degrading part of being back behind bars for Bálor.
"At least when I was a boy, I was dumb enough that the guards let the little things slide." He growled as he thought back on the sole position that he had during those early days inside Blackvale's iron walls, a yellow rubber duckie that would squeak whenever he squeezed it. To most children it was nothing more than the simplest of bath time playthings, fun to watch float and maybe even use as a substitute for a submarine but eventually discarded when one passed beyond the joy of bathing. But to the agitated young boy it was a source of comfort in an otherwise cold and imposing environment, often squeezing the toy whenever something frightened him which given the current situation made for a lot of squeak-filled nights. Almost none of the other prisoners would complain about it however, seeing as some actually had kids of their own and looked out for the young Faunus as if he were simply the son they never had. And those that dared to do so were quickly taught otherwise, they might all have been the scum at the bottom of Vacuo's social barrel but even the lowest dregs of society had rules.
Theirs were simple ones: Stick with your own kind (Human prisoners kept with humans, and Faunus looked after their own.) and don't mess with the younger prisoners under any circumstances. And while the first rule was often bent slightly to maintain peace within certain cell blocks when it came down to important deals between crime lords and those who ran trades of "certain goods", there was no getting past rule two whatsoever. Which made anyone sent to Blackvale convicted of crimes against children a literal dead man walking, it was the one thing that the guards would let go unpunished, no bribes required, no favors necessary.
At least until their new cell block warden, a sniveling little weasel of a man named Primrose Creed assumed the reigns of power.
"Fucking Creed's at it again." A rather stout bull-Faunus would glance over at Bálor as the pair were marched out of their cells, his head was shaved clean despite the apparent lack of access to razors and the like. "Claims that the White Fang's been smuggling their gear through here, even though most of us don't subscribe to what those bastards are preaching nowadays." The man would shake his head as he placed his palms against the wall, for a brief moment the wolf would catch sight of the renegade group's symbol and snort at the blatant hypocrisy behind his words.
"You talk of good game Khang, yet you're still flying their colors on your skin so I guess that means-" The amber-eyed young man would wince as he felt the business end of a nightstick strike his back, sending him down to his knees and biting back a howl of pain as he was hauled back to his feet by the guard who had no doubt struck him.
"Palms on the wall filthy mutt!" The man would sneer as the still-wounded wolf would comply with his demands before pacing down the line to continue his watch over the other prisoners, even as Khang grinned in amusement.
"Man, and here I thought you military types could stand up to anything." The bull would widen his grin upon seeing the hint of shock passing through the younger prisoner's amber eyes. "I recognized your tats from back in the day, guessing you and the army don't exactly see eye-to-eye these days do you? Well, it's the same with me and the White Fang." The taller man would sigh in relief as they were called back to their cells, sparing one last glance at the silver-haired youth before marching back behind the rusty bars.
"Management's a bitch, especially when it's new."
This pattern of inspection and minor chit-chat continued for weeks, seeing as their cell block was being denied their yard time thanks to Creed; as it turned out Khang Magenta was a former member of the White Fang during its days of peaceful protests and colorful speeches, he would often bring his young daughter Aubrey with him to such rallies in order to show her what good men often did when the world refused to treat them fairly.
Only raising their voices in anger and not their fists, he made sure his baby girl learned that true power came from the words inside their heart and that violence was never the answer.
"She was always looking around, listening to everyone speaking the truth and trying her harder to be as loud as they were. Sometimes she was the loudest one without even knowing it." The older bull would speak quietly, going silent whenever the guard passed by and waiting for him to walk a few prisoners down the line before finally picking up his tale. "Aubrey was like our own little ray of sunshine, we figured even if the guys upstairs wouldn't listen to us, there's no way they'd be heartless enough to ignore my little girl."
Bálor would nod slightly; finding it difficult for someone as stoic and massive as Khang to be a loving parent, but then again having a drunkard for a father would color his perceptions rather unfairly. "I bet those rich snobs still tried their damnedest to act like they were though." The two prisoners would share a chuckle before being ordered back to their cells once more. "Why doesn't she visit you more often Khang, I bet your little Aubrey could bring a smile to that old leather face of yours." The wolf would start to chuckle once again until he noticed the older man's face go ashen before contorting into a stone-faced glower.
"She's never gonna visit me kid…Because the White Fang killed my little girl in the name of their so-called justice!"
Yang would be enjoying the night air with Mercury as the two walked back towards the dorms in relative quiet, thanks to the Vytal Festival matches the couple hadn't had much time to themselves.
"You're awful quiet tonight spitfire, don't tell me that match you were in was that hard was it?" The silver-haired rogue would grin at the lighthearted jest, knowing that Team RWBY had little trouble dealing with their first round opponents thanks to what Emerald relayed back to him. However he would be greeted with silence as he looked over to see the blonde lost in thought, her normally vibrant lilac eyes dulled and troubled as she stared down at her boots. "Hey, you still with me here Yang?" The brawler would sigh before looking up at the confused Haven student before frowning.
"Mercury, I've been doing some thinking lately and..well, I'm not sure this is gonna work out too well." She was sure that her mind had finally fallen off the rails when the words left her mouth but before she could begin to right the ship and take back what she was saying, her heart would take over and continue on whatever strange mad trek that it had started on. "I know that we have a lot of fun together and everything but there's just nothing there, no spark..no..no…no va-va-voom!" Yang would facepalm internally at that last bit, especially given the fact that Mercury was now grinning like the cat that finally caught the canary. "Oh c'mon, now what's so funny?"
He would shake his head calmly as the blonde continued to fume visibly at her verbal flub.
"Seriously, va-va-voom? Is that even a thing?" Mercury would fight back a chuckle as she bristled at his question, pacing around her she continued trying to mentally reboot herself. "Not sure where all this is coming from, especially since you hit the nail on the head earlier: This is all just fun, just two people having a good time and not getting super serious about any of it." He would smirk as he started heading back towards the dorms while giving her a two-fingered salute. "Good luck with trying to wrangle back the mutt, especially since he's gotten all dark and broody lately." He would say this in a mocking tone before heading back inside and leaving her feeling even more troubled then when the day had first begun.
"What is it with silver-haired knuckleheads not being serious about ANYTHING?!" Yang could feel her temper rising to the surface as her eyes flashed red and her Semblance threatened to burst forward again when she noticed a cupcake floating down to her from the sky above, she could've sworn she was hallucinating the whole thing if it weren't for the amber hue surrounding the confection. "Okay, cross one thing off my bucket list." The brawler would mutter this before calmly taking the cupcake out of the air and into her hands, graciously peeling off the wrapper. "Thank you sweet and merciful cupcake fairy." She would take a bite of the previously levitating treat, unaware that its silver-maned gift-giver was now making his way back into his room and setting his weapon upon his back.
"This is all just fun, just two people having a good time and not getting super serious about any of it." He felt something in his heart give way when he had heard the silver-haired pretty-boy from Haven speak those words, a burning hatred that he had kept repressed for weeks just so he could keep laser focused on the task of completing the Shadow Waltz and moving forward with his own life. But seeing the blonde who once loved him left to stew in her own juices was the straw that broke the camel's back, Bálor knew that a simple cupcake would only warm her spirits for the moment but sometimes a moment was just enough for a complete moron like himself to prove that things had indeed changed for the better.
"Hey, Black!" The wolf Faunus would stare down at his brown-eyed tormentor with a look of disgust as the man's words once again played in his mind. "You've got a lot of nerve tossing aside a woman like Yang as if she were some day old pretzel!"
But Mercury would just smirk and hold up his scroll, signaling for the angry Faunus to give him a minute. "Oh hello pot, I got your kettle right here..he says you're black." He would quickly dodge an angered punch from the infuriated ex, the cock-sure grin never leaving his face before pushing the frenzied Bálor back. "Look man, I just followed up with what you were doing: having a little fun with someone like her before moving onto something better. Although in your case, I didn't think it would be a lolli-fetish-" The sound of metal clashing against metal would echo through the hallway as Bálor's sword would connect with Mercury's boot.
"I will fucking END you!" The wolf Faunus would snarl as he pushed forward with his attack, only to be greeted by the transfer student's other foot and stumbling back in surprise as Mercury readied himself for a proper fight.
"Didn't anybody warn you about letting your mouth write checks that your ass can't cash?" The silver-haired rogue would use his opponent's moment of confusion to score a second hit, courtesy of a roundhouse kick to the face that sent the ornery Faunus stumbling to the side as the obsidian blade went skidding further away from its owner. "Well then, allow me to give you the proper education you deserve!"
The wolf Faunus would roll away and quickly spring into a more traditional fighting stance that he had seen his former girlfriend use during sparring matches, despite the fact that he lacked both her experience and arsenal. "Welp, if that pudding loving nun was right and there are Maidens watching over us…I could really use a miracle right about now!" The two silver-haired young men would immediately begun to battle in earnest with Bálor throwing wild punches which Mercury easily dodged with a careful movement of his head before sending him skidding back with another kick to the gut.
"Wow; and here Yang said you were some kind of military trained badass, I thought the army taught their people to actually fight!."
His amber-eyed opponent however would simply grin and pop his knuckles upon returning to his feet, getting into a more comfortable fighting stance that he was familiar with instead of the one he had picked up from watching Yang. "Oh they did, I just didn't care for the old 'wait for the enemy to leave an opening and break the nearest joint' approach." Bálor would raise his fists and snort aggressively before charging in with a one-two combination before checking his opponent's kick with a strike to Mercury's shin, a move that caused more pain then it should have. "Are his greaves loaded with something?" The wolf would backpedal quickly as his opponent narrowly connected with a kick to where his temple would've been, flashing a cold grin before proceeding to continue his assault with a flurry of punches and kicks. "Them legs aren't normal!" He would grimace in agony as Mercury's knee connected with his gut and sent him flying back to the wall, knocking the breath from his lungs.
"Man you are beyond weak, and here I am thinking that this would be entertaining." The Haven student would slowly walk up to the gasping Faunus, taking a second to revel in just how pathetic his 'competition' turned out to be. "I guess when I'm finished here I'll go back and show Yang what a real man feels like, lord knows that if this is how you fight then I can't imagine things being any better in the bedroom." Mercury would laugh mockingly as he pulled the whimpering wolf to his feet up by his hair, enjoying the strained yet angered look upon his foe's face. "I can't imagine what either of those women see in you, you talk a big game yet every story I've ever heard involving you ends with somebody saving your ass!"
Bálor would groan in pain as he stared back into Mercury's eyes, knowing that he was hitting the mark with everything he had said thus far. "So what, you think that beating the piss out of me suddenly makes you any better when it comes to getting Yang?" He would chuckle slowly and painfully before forcing himself to smile, his eyes starting to glow softly as he continued to talk. "Hate to break it to you buddy, but my girl's not that stupid. I know that she's not the kind of ditz that gets impressed by sweet fighting moves and a pretty face, if that were the case then she and that fucking monkey would be a thing." The wolf would grin as Mercury's face went sour with annoyance before dropping him to the ground.
"Is there a point to this stupid little emo monologue of yours, or can I get I just go ahead and knock you out already?" The kick-happy young man had clearly had his fill of combat for the evening, and wanted nothing more then to finish him off and find somewhere to dump the body. "I do have better things to do with my night ya know."
"Two points..actually. The first is that no matter how well others train you, there's bound to be someone out there who can kick your ass." The exhausted silver-haired Faunus would bristle at Mercury's smug smirk of satisfaction as he nodded in agreement. "And the second-"
Mercury would quickly lash out with a kick, satisfied when he felt his boot connect with something solid before pulling back and admiring his handiwork. "God what an annoying little piece of garbage! At least now I can get on with my night once I get through with getting rid of the evidence." He would reach down to pick up the unconscious Faunus, not realizing too late that he was still sitting in the same position he had been in previously before despite giving him a kick to the skull hard enough to knock out an Alpha Grimm.
"Oh shi-" The mouthy transfer student was quickly sent flying back by a force of seemingly nothing but air before rolling to a kneeling position and charging forward with a somersault kick, only to be met by steel instead of bone.
"As I was saying previously, my second point: Is that Yang also taught me how to take a beating and keep on swinging!" With a snarl the injured young man would send Mercury flying back once again, but this time the wolf would pursue his prey and slash him in his other leg to only once again be met with the sound of metal striking metal. "So that's your gimmick!" The pair would quickly leap away from one another, but while one was trying to catch his breath, the other would take the opportunity to lash out with a kick that sent a Dust bullet flying towards the injured party. "Really, Shotgun Greaves? Is EVERYTHING somehow also a gun in this place?!" Bálor would yelp and roll away from the blast only to see two more headed for him once again. "Oh for fucks sake!" He would roll back towards Shadow Waltz and get to his feet while hoisting the somewhat heavy long sword into his hands. "Note to self: If I somehow survive this, go to Blake and BEG for her to help me re-balance this monster!" The wolf would do his best to stand strong against the arrogant Mercury but he was still pretty battered from his earlier injuries, and his sword being unbalanced certainly made his odds of survival even less optimistic.
"Stand down Mercury, I think the two of you gave a rousing enough show for one evening." Both silver-haired fighters would flinch in recognition of the voice surrounding them as Cinder Fall stepped out of the shadows, a satisfied smile resting upon her face as she stared into the wounded wolf's amber orbs with her own pools of amber. Even as the silver-haired pugilist seemed reluctant to follow through on her order.
"But he's still got some piss left in him, I thought-" Mercury would go quiet as the raven-haired woman stared back at him with a cold, mechanical glare.
"Don't think. Obey." She would state this in a hushed tone before turning her attention back to the injured Huntsman-in-training. "Return to the dorm room, this little one and I have unfinished business to attend to." She would reach out her hand to gently stroke his cheek in a comforting manner, even though her eyes remained cold and calculating as she watched his face contort into a grimace of pain.
"E-easy on the face, your buddy there did quite a number on me. Guess that's what I get for trying to play the white knight, that's more Jaune's thing anyway." Bálor would do his best to smile at his own lame attempt at a joke, an action that wasn't reciprocated by his current company. "Tough..crowd…"
"So you enjoy being ridiculed and mocked, stumbling around like a helpless clown while others take what rightfully belongs to you." Cinder would use her free hand to keep his gaze steady and focused upon her, her tone lowering a harsh whisper despite the gentle softness of her hands on his bruised face. "I thought you were going to become a man without fear, someone who walked the path of Cero Miedo."
The wounded Faunus would groan in a vain attempt to shake his head in disagreement at her statement. "The path you speak of..doesn't exist, fear is a part of what makes us human. It drives us forward to do things that the mind would deem impossible and to keep going despite our many failures, without fear we would be reduced to nothing more than mindless beasts intent on devouring one another to secure our place in the world." He would stop to take a breath and examine his bruised visage within the reflection of her eyes. "A person who embodies zero fear, who lives only upon the instincts of violence and destruction is no better than a creature of Grimm."
Her lips would twitch slightly before curling into a small smile, seemingly content with his answer before gently pulling her hands away from him as his eyes finally registered the outline of her aura upon then. "If that's truly what you believe than answer me one final question my pet: What is the fear that drives you to continue living in a place that clearly wants nothing to do with you?"
His heart would sink as the answer to this very question became blatantly obvious, flashes of his time spent joking around with Yang assaulting his mind before he finally summoned up the courage to answer her directly. "What I fear is a life of never-ending loneliness and suffering, I spent my childhood in isolation because of my surroundings and even when I was let loose upon the world it was merely to fulfill a role being dictated to me, instead of one built upon my own hopes and dreams." Bálor would stand slowly, the pain from earlier seeming to fade into the back of his mind as his recalled his next journey with Ruby. Awkward romance spots aside, it had turned out to be a fruitful one for the pair as they had learned much about each other during the course of their adventure. "When I was first brought into Beacon Academy I did whatever I could not to rock the boat and maintain the status quo set before me by those who had established them, but as time went on and I got around to opening up my heart and mind to those around me I started to feel the urge to leave my own mark upon these hallowed halls." Cinder would gesture for the young man to continue his tirade, lest he realize the change she had helped stir forth. "Please; do go on, I'm curious as to what changes tipped you out of favor with the good people of Beacon."
The wolf Faunus would ball his fists in anger as he remembered his treacherous path to becoming a social pariah, anger bubbling in his gut like some twisted black cauldron.
"At first it was just the little things, like taking mannerisms I had seen in the wrestling world and incorporating them into my lifestyle, then I decided to set my sights on a girl in this Dust-forsaken school and eventually ended up getting her after some less than comical happenings." He would hold up his hand to keep the raven-haired pyromancer from speaking further. "Then for some friggin reason I end up agreeing to accompanying her sister to visit the grave of dear old mom and somehow end up in some romantic bullshit with her, being labeled a backstabbing mutt, and DUMPED via text message before coming home to find my entire dorm room trashed by my ex! And if THAT wasn't bad enough, everyone I know is competing in the goddamn Vytal Festival while I'm forced to sit on the sidelines and watch while this grand spectacle of a tournament is happening!"
Cinder would watch the stubborn young man carefully, smiling in satisfaction as his own aura had finished patching up his injuries. "I'm sorry you've had to endure such hardships up 'til now my pet, rest assured that when your time comes you'll get everything you've rightfully earned." She would turn away to hide the cruel smile that appeared upon her face before beginning to head back to the dorm room she shared with Mercury. "Pleasant dreams, little one."
Finally left to his own devices, it would finally dawn upon Bálor that whatever pain he had been feeling earlier on was now gone. Instead his heart felt heavy and hollow as he began making the trek back to his ruined living space, wondering how he was going to explain the damage surrounding him as he took careful steps forward back to his dorm room.
"You're really just going to leave within letting me thank you for the cupcake?"
The wolf would stop short, recognizing the teasing voice coming from not too far behind him.
"You don't need to thank me honey, just a cupcake. Thought you might like it is all." It took everything in his power not to turn just to see her reaction to his sudden use of pet names. "Figured after the night you had, you could use a bit of a pick me up." This time he would turn to face the blonde brawler, surprised to find a cheeky grin upon her face as she made her way through the rubble.
"Suure you did, and I suppose the small disaster area behind me wasn't due to a knockdown drag out brawl you had with Mercury." Yang's cheshire grin would widen now that she was close enough to see the faint outline of a blush on his cheeks, she enjoyed rattling him like this on some level because it meant that he really did care about her.
"I-I may have taken umbrage with some things he said about you, I was just defending you out of friendship of course!" He could feel the heat rising up his face as her took a step closer toward him, her grin still present as he continued to show how flustered she was making him.
"Yeah, and I bet that you're blushing like a giant red tomato out of purely platonic thoughts running through your head right now aren't you honey?"
Bálor's blush was now in full effect as he fought like a madman to keep his mind from going to the gutter, completely missing the pet name she had turned around on him.
"In fact I dare say that you're dying to kiss me right now, and maybe even a few naughtier activities that are best left unsaid in a strangely echoic hallway." She would give him a stereotypical suggestive wink, finally sending the last of his resistance crumbling to the ground.
"It's because I NEED you alright!?" The wolf Faunus would fall to his knees, quietly sobbing as he stared down at her boots. "I need you Yang, and you're treating this all like it's a freaking joke to be laughed at."
Yang would sigh tiredly as she wrapped her arms around the emotionally exhausted young man kneeling before her, it wasn't an unfamiliar sight seeing as she had always managed to push him to the point of a breakdown. "I know it's not a joke Bálor, I've known that since the first time you slammed me up against a wall. Although, I was surprised you decided to drop a truth bomb on me with the latest one." She would smile gratefully as she began lifting him back to his feet before rolling her lilac eyes and just taking him into her arms bridal style, ignoring the sudden yelp of surprise that came from his mouth. "Oh give me a break, we both know you love it when I do this." She would look down to see him trying his best not to let himself smile at her remark and fail miserably as a bright smile burst forth like the shining rays of the sun. "You realize this means that I win right?"
Bálor's expression would switch to one of confusion as she continued their slow trek back to his dorm room. "I didn't think we were in competition over…wait, what were betting on?" He would look up to see the blonde grinning triumphantly as the soft glow of the moonlight behind her caused her golden locks to shimmer angelically, it was enough to take his breath away.
"We had an unspoken bet on how long you would crack before we got back together again." She would pause to kick down the door to his dorm room with gusto, even as the silver-haired young man bristled in her arms.
"Goddammit Yang!"
He would find himself staring at the walls of Blackvale prison, palms placed firmly on either side of him as the guards continued tearing their cells apart as he tried to absorb the heavy implications of what Khang had laid upon him.
"Killed..by the White Fang?" The amber-eyed prisoner would stare at his hulking counterpart in shock as he tried to get him to continue his tale, his eyes trying to ask the question that words couldn't properly form. "Why?"
"Once that new young punk Adam Taurus came into power everything changed, what were once peaceful protests calling for peace became nothing more than thinly veiled insults against the humans." Khang would do his best to keep his voice low as the guards voices raised in volume, a clear sign that they had either found something or were dangerously close to doing so. "Then the attacks started, we barely had working Molotov cocktails while they had fully automated soldiers. We never had a chance! My little girl's dead because some idealistic little shit chose the gun over spoken words!"
The bull-Faunus would shudder as he tried to hold in the anger that he had long since buried in the depths of his soul, his fingernails digging into the concrete wall as one of the guards called out for assistance as one of them waved a hollowed out bible containing a silver flask and a faded photo of the hulking prisoner with a delicate looking little girl in his arms.
"Contraband, we got alcohol and personal effects-" The guard in question would cry out in pain as Khang Magenta finally snapped, and smashed his hands down upon the man's cranium with a Polish Hammer as he grabbed the photo from the bible and quickly threw it back in his cell before starting to beat down on the guards attempting to restrain him. "I already lost my Aubrey to the White Fang, I won't let you take what's left Creed!"
With that one act of defiance, a simple inspection turned into an all-out melee as prisoners and guards clashed in a flurry of fists and nightsticks, cries of pain and screams of vengeance littering the air as Bálor did his best to contribute to the skirmish by attacking whichever guard was closest to him. And by the time Cell Block Warden Primrose Creed finally entered the area, most of his men were either beaten down or backed against the wall by the men they were supposed to be in control of.
"What is the meaning of this, you fools had one job and yet you fail miserably at that!" The weasel-faced man would stare down at the mob scene below him, just as their enraged bull Faunus leader was climbing the railing towards the man who led their tormentors.
"Creed! Today's the day we finally rise up and take back our dignity, we may be prisoners but even we deserve to be treated like something more then fucking cattle!" Khang would cry out as he leapt towards the warden with a passionate fury as the men roared with an equal fervor, only for the sound of a single gunshot to break the atmosphere as Creed lowered his pistol to watch the now headless prisoner plummet towards the ground.
"Now see here, I am a man of fair means..if you follow my rules then I assure you that your stay here will be a pleasant and relatively painless one." He would holster his weapon before glaring down at the hushed sea of faces, before finally settling on the headless corpse that had once been Khang Magenta. "But follow in this man's example and a worse fate awaits you, be grateful that this man received the dignity of a bullet through the head. Now release my men and return to your pigpens my delectable little hams!" The stunned convicts would reluctantly do as they're told, wondering just what could be worse than a bullet to the head.
For Bálor however, he would retrieve the photo of the now-deceased father and his daughter with his Semblance before glumly walking back into his cell, it wasn't until lights out that he would pray forgiveness for his actions (or rather, his lack of action.)
"..ake up!"
"Wake…Bálor!"
"Having…Nightmare…-ake up baby!"
Finally bolting awake with an audible gasp, the wolf Faunus could feel the sweat dripping down his forehead as he looked around at his ruined dorm to see Yang standing over him with a concerned look upon her face.
"Yang…you're..you're really here." He would immediately reach over to embrace the blonde, only to feel her palm keeping him from wrapping his arms around her.
"Yeah, but apparently I don't measure up to whomever this 'Aubrey' woman is." She would frown deeply as she made her way towards the now barely standing door of his dorm room.
"She's the daughter of a guy I knew back in prison, didn't even get a chance to live a full life before the White Fang caused her death." He would state this bluntly as she prepared to leave, causing the jealous brawler to stop in her tracks as she looked back at him in surprise.
"Impossible, the White Fang aren't exactly petty thieves like Roman Torchwick's guys but they sure as hell aren't child murderers!" Her eyes would briefly flash red as her thoughts shifted towards her Faunus partner Blake Belladonna, who unbeknownst to the wolf was a former member of the White Fang and ever since the incident outside the hospital wing a few months ago were teetering on a very tentative truce of nonaggression. "Where's your proof B?"
The sleep-deprived wolf would look up at her with a solemn look upon his face as he tried to think of a diplomatic way to frame death, giving up as she began to open the door once more. "I learned it from her father, who witnessed his daughter get mowed down by Atlysian gunfire because the White Fang just couldn't keep it peaceful. And the sick irony of it all was that he too met his own end thanks to a fucking bullet!" He would go silent, letting Yang absorb what he had just told her and staring down at his hands. "I'm not sure why I started thinking of them tonight, but I'm glad I did because it made me remember the promise I made the day that Ozpin sprung me from Blackvale."
The blonde would take a knee, careful to avoid the debris as she looked into his bloodshot eyes and urged him to continue. "What did you promise Bálor: To find their killers, live a better life as a free man?"
He would sigh and avert his gaze from her lilac eyes before finally deciding to answer her.
"I already know who's responsible for their deaths and if it weren't for Ozpin and Goodwitch keeping a leash on me with their stupid psych evaluations they'd be in Hell already!" The silver-maned Huntsman would fight back a sob as he tried to banish the last vestiges of his nightmare away by shaking his head. "I promised myself that if I ever had a daughter then I would name her after Aubrey, it may seem stupid but she was that man's world and it was unjustly taken away by two groups of people who are so busy trying to kill each other that they don't care who gets caught in the crossfire!" His amber eyes would glisten with tears as he spoke with a passion, causing the blonde to reach for his trembling hands and hold them in hers. "I may not be able to get revenge for their deaths, but I can make sure that everything Aubrey meant to Khang would be carried on in my daughter someday."
Yang was truly left at a loss for what he had told her, it seemed like he was planning to one day start a family all his own with a daughter fitting in there somewhere.
But if they were together like she herself claimed, would the brawler truly be ready to meet such a challenge given that her biological mother had left her and her father in the lurch while her stepmother met an unfortunate end in the line of duty?
It's 3 A.M.
Do you know where Yang's mother is?