Looks like this story is on a comeback, huh...looks like no longer anchoring myself to one Flagship Story is already doing wonders on my ideas, huh?
...BUT FIRST! REVIEWS!
weismax33: Don't worry: unless I state it directly, I NEVER abandon my stories...even...if...they've been left for months...eh-heh...
...Oh...and for the PS...*sly voice* Now why would you ever think that...*smiles devilishly*
thermalsnipern7: Uhm...Zivon's Scorpion-like...and too large for that lab...
Ok...let's get moving!
Anyways, I've decided to make these RWBY-style trailers, just for the heck of it...
First up: The "Red" Trailer
Red Trailer
*Music Track: "Take Back the Night" by TryHardNinja*
RWBY: Second Chances...
...Ib Rose...
Closet full of secrets and skeletons, Awakes but nothing's true...
Ib walked through an autumn forest, wearing her usual attire (a combat skirt similar to the one worn by her adopted younger sister, Ruby, except with her white/red color scheme instead of Ruby's black/red one), and wrapped around it, a cloak, predominantly red, but with noticeable blue and yellow on it, colors representing her 2 friends, Garry and Mary. The same held true for the charm in the shape (and color) of her emblem, holding the cloak on: a Rose, red, but with yellow and blue leaves.
I used to own a castle, now it's boxes, That I have to move...
She continued wandering through the forest, remembering her friends. Their adventures together. Yes, Mary was...some people could call her a monster, but back then, she didn't know better, and now that she did...she understood Mary was just scared...scared of being alone. She'd lived decades on her own, with the mindset of a child...
...Pure, utter psychological torture...meaning, her reactions during their time together...while not enjoyable, were...understandable...
Right here in the darkness there's nothing left, For me to do...
She remembered when she last saw them: they'd found a way out of the Fabricated World, a means to go home...yet Mary couldn't go, since she was a Painting, meaning someone had to take her place...possibly by dying...
It's easier to run away, But today, today we got to...
She remembered how she chose to make the sacrifice, and pushed them to her world, as she lay, dying in the Fabricated World...and how the Librarian rewarded her sacrifice with a second chance...and the promise she'd see her friends again one day...
Cast the shadows out from sight, A final stand, a shouting cry...
Ib entered a clearing, and she stopped...she heard something coming...
...Creeps and Beowolves began to slowly come out of the forest, surrounding her...
All the wrongs now turned to right, So fight the past, take back the night...
Ib slid out the device that was on her back, as she looked at the Grimm surrounding her, as she analyzed her situation.
And call upon the torch tonight...
The Grimm continued to circle her, trying to find some kind of opening in her defenses...
To bring out all the ghosts to light...
Ib placed her finger near a button on the device...
Because at last we have to go...
The Grimm continued to circle, except one Beowolf, which readied to lunge...
It's time...
Ib saw the crouching Beowolf, it lunged, and she pressed the button...
To take back the night...
And Fabricated Rose unfolded, with Ib swinging the weapon around, bisecting the lunging Grimm. This caused the other Grimm to charge at her. She whirled around cleaving through some of them, before bringing the weapon around to the rest of the Grimm, and, loading a quartet of shells into the weapon, using them to litter the area in front of her with mines. Some of them blew up the Grimm that stepped on them, while she detonated the rest, destroying the rest of the Grimm.
(To take back the night)
Looking around, she was satisfied to find out she defeated her attackers. Putting Fabricated Rose away, she departed.
Bridges burned and broken on different sides, We start anew...
Ib came up alongside a cliff, which overlooked a landscape that reminded her of the painting 'Fabricated World'.
Being chased by monsters to face head on, or be consumed...
She sat down on the ledge, and looked out on the landscape.
Reaching out for something grasping on to, nothing to lose...
Ib remembered a short time, where she and Garry were fleeing from Mary's dolls...
Paybacks left too long unpaid, but today, today we got to...
...And later, a moment where Ib and Mary were getting along very well...
Cast the shadows out from sight, A final stand, a shouting cry...
She then got back up, looked out one last time, and looked around...
All the wrongs now turned to right...
...And was faced with another pack of Grimm, specifically, Beowolves again.
So fight the past, take back the night...
Ib's eyes narrowed, pulling out Fabricated Rose again.
And call upon the torch tonight...
She then began loading it with high-explosive Shells.
To bring out all the ghosts to light...
The 2 groups stared each other down...
Because at last we have to go...
She stared at them more...
It's time...
Her finger moved to the trigger...
To take back the night...
And the two groups charged. She fired once, twice, thrice, and a large group of Beowolves were caught in the blast, knocking their pieces all over the place. Another pair of Beowolves charged her, and she swiped with her scythe blade, slicing through them. She looked around at the dead Grimm, as she loaded Fabricated Rose with her usual Flak Shells...and her eyes widened...
To take back the night...
As a pair of Ursas came out of the trees.
(Woah oh oh)
One swiped at her, and she dodged the attack, and then charged, scythe poised to strike.
(Woah, oh oh)
To take back the night...
Her scythe's blade caught on the Ursa's claws, and she rotated the barrel into the Ursa's face, firing and blasting its head off.
(Woah, oh oh)
(Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
The second Ursa charged her, swiped once, then twice, her dodging both times, though not as quickly as Ruby would have. She then lunged, shoving the barrel of the weapon in the Ursa's face, and firing, blowing the Grimm's head off.
And call upon the torch tonight...
She was walking through the forest again, still thinking about Garry and Mary...
To bring out all the ghosts to light...
...When she heard a hissing...
Because at last we have to go...
She brought Fabricated Rose up, to the ready...
It's time...
...She heard something to the right...
To take back the night...
She looked sharply that way...
(Woah oh oh)
...And leapt back, as the white head of a young King Taijitu lunged out. She landed safely to one side of it.
(Woah oh oh)
The King Taijitu slithered out of its hole, only revealing the white half.
To take back the night...
Ib immediately began searching for the black head...
(Woah oh oh)
A look of realization occurred.
(Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
She whirled around to behind her, she readied the scythe, she heard something, and timing herself, she slashed...impaling the black head as it came out of the bush...killing it.
To take back the night...
The white head hissed loudly, almost like a roar.
(Woah oh oh oh)
It then lunged at her, trying to strike her.
(Woah oh oh)
She turned and then...activated her semblence...
To take back the night...
2 'Painted' illusions of her appeared, both looking identical to her.
(Woah oh oh)
The trio then charged forward, dipping and dodging to mix the Grimm up as to which was the real one.
(Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
The Grimm tried to strike 4 times at them, but missed twice, and hit only the illusions the other 2 times.
To take back the night...
The real Ib lunged into the air...
(Woah oh oh oh)
(Cue Slow-Down-Shot like in the 'real' RWBY Trailers) At the apex of her leap, she shot down rolling once with Fabricated Rose out, the blade striking the Grimm's head, piercing the skull and brain. The impact threw up a lot of dirt and dust.
*End Music Track*
As the dust settled, Ib looked at the blade buried in the skull of the King Taijitu's white head, as the Grimm lay motionless. She looked around: she finally exited the forest, the town not far from there. One last time, her thoughts returned to Garry and Mary, her 2 irreplaceable friends (even if Mary tried to kill Garry on multiple occasions)...'We'll meet again,' Ib thought, 'I promise...', before removing the blade from the head of the King Taijitu, folding the Shotgun Scythe back up, storing it, and walking away, her triple-colored cloak billowing in the breeze...
Here's the end of the Red Trailer. Up next is Krika's "White" Trailer...