A/N: Behold! A new chapter!
Azeroth: So are we going to be updating daily? Or what?
Maybe. There are also real-life things we gotta watch for.
Like jobs, and later, college.
That too.
So, anyway, what are we doing this time?
Weren't we going to, at minimum, the whole Glynda is mean, Ozpin invites Ruby to Beacon?
Right. So. Let's get on with it.
Azeroth sat in the chair, musing over the battle that played out in front of her. She, and Ruby, had been taken by 'Glynda Goodwitch' to the Vale Police Department. From there, the two of them were placed in separate interrogation rooms. Azeroth had a feeling that it would take a while to get what they wanted from Ruby. So, to keep from becoming bored, she had used her Semblance to create two miniature armies, and had set them against each other. On the tiny table in front of her, two armies clashed.
Azeroth had chosen to control Broxigar, an orc pulled through time and space, in the War Of The Ancients.
The perfect choice.
It was the final battle. Illidan, Malfurion, Tyrande, Rhonin, Krasus, and Broxigar, flew around the Well Of Eternity, on the backs of emerald dragons. Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion, the villains in this story, was attempting to enter through a massive portal created in the center of the Well.
Azeroth waved her hand. Broxigar bid farewell to his friends, and jumped through the portal. Azeroth could no longer see him, but knew that he faced the heart of the demon armies. She felt him slay countless foes, only to be attacked by Sargeras himself. Broxigar swung his wooden axe, and injured the Dark Titan. A small, unimpressive, blow to a normal person. Yet this was against a foe who had only once felt such an injury. Sargeras destroyed Broxigar.
Malfurion and Illidan focused their powers. The portal was closing!
The door to the interrogation room opened. The battle paused, all eyes turning to Glynda, who had just entered the room.
Glynda held incredible self-control. It was this, partly, that kept her from reacting to the sight before her. The girl was sitting at a small table, covered in beings, miniature enough for them to escape if they wished. She couldn't identify anything, beyond what appeared to be dragons perching on her head.
Glynda chose to believe that the forces aligned on the table were illusions. She slammed her scroll in the center of the table, directly on top of what appeared to be a massive, circular, lake. She heard a loud squish. Glynda looked down to see green and red goo flowing from underneath the scroll. She chose to ignore this and hit play.
Azeroth watched the clip of events, seeing her defeat the thugs, up until the point with Torchwick entered the Bullhead.
"I hope you realize, miss, that your actions will not be taken lightly..." Glynda began.
The white-haired girl cut her off. "If I'm truly in trouble, they would have sent a police officer in here. The fact remains that I aided in stopping a burglary which could have ended with the deaths of the shopkeeper, and countless others, were the Dust to explode.
Glynda growled. "Well. Seems like you understand the situation." said a new voice.
Ozpin entered the room, and sat in the chair across from Azeroth. He gently lifted the scroll from the table. The goo returned itself to where it had been before, multiple beings appearing.
"Interesting." Said Ozpin watching the armies reform. His eyes moved to Azeroth's. His breath caught for a moment. He thought he had seen... No. Impossible. This was not her. "I'm assuming you know Miss Ruby?"
"Something tells me you already know the answer, Mr. Ozpin."
"You know my name?"
"Mostly from Ruby. She's never stopped talking about Beacon, and how amazing it is. I'm guessing, since you are here, that you offered her a chance at going?"
"That I did." His eyes narrowed. "Who, exactly, are you? While I managed to pull records of you from Signal, the only thing to really note was your grades. And all of your grades that dealt with physical prowess, Semblance control, Aura, and the like, were redacted."
"Qrow's help."
"And why would he help you?"
Azeroth leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table, the armies avoiding them. "Because he and I had a long talk, when we first met."
"About what, may I ask?"
"Many things... History, Aura, Semblances, Grimm, secrets, you..." Her eyes narrowed. "And Salem."
Multiple Glyphs appeared around Azeroth, summoned by Glynda. "How do you know that name?!" She demanded.
Azeroth calmly waved a hand. The Glyphs shattered. "I do not know. All I truly know is her name, and that she is somehow related to the Grimm."
Ozpin leaned forward. "Your powers. Are they your Semblance?"
"No." She motioned toward the armies. "This is my Semblance. The other abilities..." She shook her head. "I don't know."
"Qrow told me nothing about you."
"I asked him not to."
"Why?"
"Because I do not trust those who keep secrets."
"What is your last name?"
"Branwen."
"Would you like to come to Beacon?"
"Yes. If only to make sure Ruby doesn't get herself hurt. Or you hurt her."
"I can't believe my baby sister is coming to Beacon with me!"
"Let... Go... Yang..."
Ruby pulled herself from Yang's hug with a sigh of relief.
"I'm so proud of you! You stopped that burglary all by yourself! What sister wouldn't be proud?"
Ruby massaged her sore stomach. "What about Azeroth?"
"You mean, your friend with benefits?" Yang asked.
"Yes her. Wait NO! WE'RE NOT LIKE THAT!" Ruby cried.
"Yeah, I know that!" Yang pushed Ruby lightly. "Just making a joke!" Yang looked around. "Where is she, anyway?"
Ruby held up a small silver stone, with a blue swirl on it.
"Cheater." Yang laughed. "Just because she doesn't do well on these things, doesn't mean she shouldn't have come."
"Stop under-exaggerating, Yang. Last time she was on one, she wasn't able to eat right for nearly a month."
Yang laughed. "I remember that Qrow ran for it. We thought he was DEAD!"
"We should have taken his offer." Ruby murmured.
"That, we should have, dear sister." Yang suddenly pulled Ruby harshly.
A blonde-haired boy wearing armor ran past, and began puking in the trash can. The sisters looked at each other. Ruby's eyes widened.
"You got some on your shoe!"
"Gross!"
"Get away from me!"
A/N: We interrupt this program, to play the theme song!
Hit it!
Cue theme song: The Last Of The Real Ones, by Fall Out Boy.
Azeroth stands in a black space. The image begins flickering. Other's began appearing next to her. The Titans.
The flickering stops. Azeroth stands with her back to a cliff. She falls off.
The image changes. Beacon: Roman stands next to Cinder and Salem. An army of Grimm rushes to the tower. Cinder looks away.
Suddenly, it is no longer Beacon. It is Karabor, the Black Temple. The gates open. An army of Warcraft villains appears. Arthas, Deathwing, Garrosh, etc. and so do many of their servants.
Dalaran appears along with Icecrown Citadel, The Tomb Of Sargeras, The Gate Of The Firelands, and many other notable raids. Argus appears in the sky.
C'thun appears. It sends a blast of energy at the Grimm. The two armies charge.
End Theme Song.
Love it!
Go us!
Back to the story!
One thing. Can we just refer to people by their names, instead of just describing them?
Maybe.
The ship docks. Jaune runs out, to puke in the trash can. Yang and Ruby walk to the end of the platform, and stare at the view of Beacon.
"The view from Vale's got nothing on this!" Says Yang.
Ruby begins to breathe heavily. "Ooh! Ooh! Look! That kids got a collapsible staff! And that girl has a fire sword!"
Yang pulls Ruby from her trance. "Easy there, little sister! They're just weapons!"
"Just weapons?" Ruby gasps "They're an extension of ourselves! They're part of us! So cool..."
"Aren't you happy with your own?"
"Ruby, in the space of a heartbeat, pulls out and unfolds Crescent Rose. "Of course I am! Just... Seeing new ones is like meeting new people! Yet better!"
"Speaking of seeing people, shouldn't you summon Azeroth?"
Ruby's eyes widened. "You're right!" She throws the silver stone at the ground. It dissolves into it.
Yang and Ruby look at the spot. "How long?" asks Yang.
"About 5 minutes."
"Well my friends are here, so, bye!"
Yang speed vanishes, spinning Ruby around.
"Wait! Are we supposed to go to our dorms? Where ARE our dorms? Do we have dorms? I don't know what I'm doing..."
Ruby collapses into a pile of luggage.
"What are you doing?!" Asks a high-pitched voice.
Ruby looks up. There is a girl there, white-haired and tall.
"Do you have any idea of the damage you could have caused?" The girls asks, grabbing a suitcase and pulling it open. She pulls out a vial of Dust. "This is Dust, mined and purified, from the Schnee quarry!"
"Uh..."
"What are you brain-dead? Dust!" She began shaking one of the vials. It began to leak. "Fire, water, lightning, energy!"
Ruby began to sniff.
"Are you even listening to me?! Is anything of this sinking in?! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?!"
Ruby sneezed, causing a minor explosion.
The vial of dust rolled to the feet of a black-haired woman. This was Blake Belladonna.
Blake picked up the vial, and looked toward the smoke cloud.
Weiss was outraged. "Unbelievable! This was exactly the thing I was talking about!"
All of a sudden, another white-haired girl appeared next to Ruby, who was now unconscious.
"Who are you?" Weiss demanded of the new girl.
"Azeroth Branwen." She motioned to Ruby. "And this one's girlfriend."
Weiss was disgusted. To say Weiss was old-fashioned was an exaggeration. First a complete dolt, now a pair of lesbians.
"How dare you come here, queer girl!" Weiss snarled at Azeroth.
Azeroth, to her eternal credit, didn't flinch in the slightest. "How about you leave, Miss Schnee? You are obviously closed-minded and have already made Ruby highly uncomfortable, and the type of girl who should never leave their towers for fear of learning how cruel this world truly is!"
Weiss said nothing, glaring at Azeroth. Weiss spun on her heels, and walked away.
"Impressive." said Blake, coming up to Azeroth, with a surprised look on her face. "You knew who it was, yet still said... that?"
Azeroth looked at Blake. "Yes, I did. By the way, your ears," Azeroth tapped the top of her head, "are twitching."
"My name is Blake. See you around." said Blake as she walked away, looking back. Curiouser and curiouser, thought Blake.
Azeroth looked at Ruby's body, and sighed. She, while having incredible magic, had little physical strength without using her Semblance.
"Need help with her?" asked a male voice. Azeroth turned, curious.
"My name's Jaune. Jaune Arc."
"Why are you offering to help?"
Jaune looked sheepish. "I accidentally puked on her sisters shoes. Motion sickness."
Azeroth smiled brightly. "Looks like we have something in common."
"So, you can teleport to any of these port-points, which are created by someone throwing a port-stone at the ground. And they're permanent?" asked Jaune.
"Yes, fortunately." Azeroth replied. "I can also open portals to these locations, so I can bring a group through."
"And NO motion sickness?"
"None at all." Azeroth assured him.
"And it isn't your Semblance?"
"Nope. Not one bit."
Ruby began to groan.
"Well, look who's back from the dead." commented Jaune, helping her to stand.
"Why is my nose burning?" moaned Ruby.
"You sneezed fire Dust." said Azeroth.
"That would do it." Groaned Ruby. She saw Jaune. "Aren't you the guy who puked on the ship?"
"Yes." Said Azeroth.
"How would you know?" asked Ruby. "You haven't taken a Bullhead since the Pukepocolypse!"
Jaune snickered. "What was that."
The two turned to him, looks of horror on their faces.
"The pain..." murmured Azeroth, despondently.
"THE PUKE! IT WAS EVERYWHERE!" Screamed Ruby, afraid.
Jaune decided it was best to not ask again.
"So," he asked, changing the subject, "What kinds of weapons do you guys use?"
The way the two perked at the question signified to Jaune that he had just touched on their favorite subject.
A/N: And that's how it goes. I wouldn't have thought motion sickness though.
I don't talk about it.
Next time: Weiss VS The Laws Of Physics!
This one might not be until Monday, cause we have things to do tomorrow.
Let's hope we can avoid seeing the new My Little Nightgaunts movie.
There's a movie?!