A/N: Azeroth: Yes. That is happening.
Also, go watch HeroStorm Ep 30 by Carbot Animations.
It's a...
SCREAM!
Also. BLIZZCON! WOOT!
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Anarariellea and Malandish sat in Ozpin's office.
Anarariellea was unreadable, as per usual.
Malandish was not entirely happy.
Ozpin was calm... Mostly.
Glynda was pissed.
"The two of you don't have Aura, and yet you beat your opponents!"
Glynda took a deep breath, and composed herself.
"Miss Anarariellea, as you didn't lose any body parts, you are more fine." Glynda rounded on Malandish. "BUT YOU! You don't have an Aura, or Semblance, yet you manage to regenerate your ARM! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!"
Ozpin took a breath. "Glynda, please." He looked at the duo. "The two of you are skilled. The two of you have obviously been trained in a very unique fashion."
Ozpin leaned forward. "Please, tell me about where you come from, and who taught you these abilities."
Malandish leaned forward. "Farther than you would believe. Beings who could destroy even you, us, or, potentially, even this world."
Ozpin's eyebrow rose. "So. You aren't from Remnant."
It wasn't a question.
He is intelligent. Too much so. Kill him.
Malandish smirked.
She had worn her blindfold, worn so it was nearly nothing.
But it got the job done.
Take it off. Show them your allegiance to us.
She leaned forward. "Correct. We are from somewhere very dangerous, and we are not to be messed with."
Ozpin placed down his cup of coffee, and folded his arms. "I thought it was 'we come in peace, take us to your leader', not a veiled threat."
Malandish laughed. "Sorry, but we adventurers of Azeroth have had way too many of those to trust anyone without some time."
Ozpin leaned back. "Adventurers? So you hold no political power? Or is adventurer a type of position? And for your distrust..." Ozpin coughed. "I also must admit mine of you two."
Malandish leaned even further forward. "Good. And as for being adventurers, being one is saying that we are willing to fight."
"And, what exactly, do you fight for?" asked Ozpin.
Malandish leaned back, satisfied. "You first."
Ozpin's brows arched, considering the question. He looked straight at Malandish, and gave an answer. "My students. My home here in Vale. And humanity's survival."
Malandish grinned. "While that is a satisfactory answer," She leaned forward suddenly, bringing her face very close to Ozpin, "and while you are telling the truth, that is not the true question."
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"Then what is?" Asked Ozpin.
Malandish leaned back, to consider the question he had posed to her.
He had begun this conversation, hoping to learn more of these two. Specifically, where they came from.
All he had truly received was a name. Azeroth.
He had no idea where Azeroth was, nor how big it was, nor... really anything about it.
And yet these two said that adventurers fought there. Were there Grimm where they came from?
Or did they fight against larger threats?
But, instead of that, he had been asked a question that, while seemingly innocent, made him question.
And that wasn't good.
Malandish leaned forward. "What is worth fighting for?"
Ozpin couldn't answer that question.
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"That was a waste of time, huh, Ana?"
Anarariellea, shortened to Ana, did not speak as she followed Malandish through the campus, toward the location Goodwitch said they were going to room.
She was too busy hoping that Malandish hadn't accidentally delivered a declaration of war.
As for Malandish, she was wondering why there was a girl locked in the basement of the main building.
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Ozpin stared at the doors where the two had exited.
Glynda was beside herself.
"Who ARE those two?" She demanded. "First, they challenge us to a fight, which we LOST. Then, they show us these... abilities that don't come from a Semblance. Then they question our methods..."
Ozpin held up a hand, silencing her. "First, I challenged them. As for points two and three, they question our methods because they have abilities that defy ours. Finally, wherever they came from, they know something we don't. And that may prove, in time, to be useful. As for them being students..." his eyes narrowed. "Contact James. He owes me a favor, and I think I know how to cache it in."
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Why do fight? That is what you asked the fool, Ozpin.
Why do you, when you have such a different mindset?
You fight for what you call honor.
And yet, you do not fight with such.
Left.
You fight to win.
You are a traitor.
You always are.
And always will be.
I wonder, what would your former queen say, if she saw you now?
She would likely laugh at your foolishness.
What would your father and mother say, to know that their youngest daughter had become this?
Right.
They would scorn you, and mock you.
But let's leave that topic for a moment.
You want to stay here?
Not your home?
Straight ahead.
Not Azeroth?
You want a second chance?
Can there be one for you two?
After what you two have done?
This corridor.
...You really do want to stay here.
You... are insane.
And that's saying something.
And our room is the one to the right.
Malandish knocked on the right door.
Ruby answered it. "Hey! It's you two!"
You fell for it.
Malandish smiled faintly. "Sorry, I was looking for our room, and this... isn't it."
Ruby took the slip of paper that Goodwitch had handed Malandish, and looked at it. "You weren't that far off. It's that one, right there." She said pointing to the room to the left of Ruby's own.
"Good to know I'll know someone familiar around here. By the way..." began Malandish.
Ruby cocked her head, curious. Malandish took a breath, then continued.
"What exactly is the response to me and my sister?"
Ruby looked surprised. "You're asking me?"
Malandish nodded, hopeful.
Ruby looked up, considering. "I don't really know. I'm new here too, so I'm not in any major circles. As for me, however." She brought her head down with enough force that Malandish was concerned that she had gotten whiplash. "YOU WERE AMAZING! YOU FLIPPIN' REGENERATED YOUR ARM! AND YOU DESTROYED TEAM CFVY! PURE AWESOMENESS!"
Malandish wanted to flinch, Ruby was going so fast. Luckily, Yang chose that moment to knock her sister out with a head chop.
She sighed. "Now, what am I going to do with you?" She turned to Malandish, and considered her, then grinned, and punched Malandish in the upper arm. "Impressive moves. You have fans." Yang shut the door, pulling Ruby through the door.
Malandish turned to Ana.
It was hard not to see the Kaldorei's relief.
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The two found that their room had been supplied with fresh clothes, which was welcome to Malandish, at least.
She dressed in a plain black turtleneck sweater, and a pair of blue pants. She also wore a pair of white socks, but kept her own footwear.
Anarariellea stayed in her armor.
The younger of the sisters laid in the left-most of the two beds.
The elder perched on the side of her own, and waited.
Eventually, the silence grew to be too much, and the elder sister spoke.
"When was Professor Goodwitch supposed to bring our schedules?" asked Malandish.
"Soon enough." replied the dead Kal'dorei.
A knock came at the door.
"Speak of the devil." said Malandish, springing up, and grabbing the door handle.
She pulled it open to reveal Glynda Goodwitch.
She handed two plastic devices to Malandish. "These are your Scrolls. You can use them as a portable schedule, along as a typing program for taking notes. Are you familiar with their use?"
Malandish studied one of the devices. "No, but we can figure them out."
Glynda nodded and left.
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It wasn't until she made it to her own quarters that she remembered that Malandish was blind.
If they're late, it's my fault.
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Malandish and Anarariellea studied the unique piece of equipment.
Similar to an Azerothian map, but with far more features.
As promised, there was a schedule, along with a map, and a few other features.
Malandish set an alarm, then wrote a few notes into her pad.
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First Thought Of Remnant: Unimpressive. At least, it seems such.
Possibility of Void influence. Mostly related to entities known locally as Grimm. Old God?
Possibility is high. Wonder if should inform Ozpin. Unlikely Ozpin unaware of threat.
Distrusts us. Unsurprising. Must check library for records on demons and undead.
Would rather admit reality rather then have them figure it out on their own.
One particular oddity: High female population. Succubi/Shivarra in disguise? Possibility low.
Will still need to make sure. Will use this note program daily. May prove useful to keep mind.
Vatrusta surprised by desire to stay here. Her thoughts follow underlined.
The fact remains that you have no idea where in the universe we are. Or even WHEN.
We could, for all we know, be on a world taken over by the Legion thousands of years ago.
Time is by far one of the most annoying magics held by the Titans. At least Sargeras doesn't use it.
Must agree with her. Vatrusta is, despite her being the voice in my head, a voice of reason, and thought.
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Ozpin sipped his coffee as he read what Malandish had submitted into her note program.
Normally, there would be a large amount of issues with spying on a student's private notes, but, seeing as Malandish and Anarariellea were unknowns, this was for the best.
He wondered who Vatrusta was.
Anarariellea's true identity? Or someone else?
Ozpin pulled up Anarariellea's file.
His eyes widened.
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Thank the titans themselves Malandish didn't lose herself.
If she had, I honestly doubt I could have stopped her
Team CFVY would be dead. And everyone else, I suppose.
Except me. Which reminds me.
Screw Arthas. May he rot in hell.
Good. My evil thought of the day complete, I need to talk to Malandish about these Grimm.
I felt Void coming from them. Void.
She has, no doubt, some idea of what they are, but we need to deal with them if we're going to stay here.
I don't want to fight anymore. But the Endless Hunger won't let me.
But the Hunger will never control me.
If anything, killing Grimm will help it.
Today, I let loose on the ones in that forest. And it felt... Good to let loose.
Is that bad?
Shut it. I am Deathlord Anarariellea, one of the triumvirate in control of the Knights Of The Ebon Blade.
I am death's bitter wind.
I am confidence incarnate.
So why do I feel scared?
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Ozpin looked at the two files side-by-side.
He wondered what exactly he had let into his school.