I guess t's that time again, time to put some more bloody coal in the heresy train's engines.
But before we do that...lets talk reviews.
SilentXD7: Despite your 5 year old Xbox name, (lol, sorry) I believe you are right.
KINGTIGERACE: Oh yes indeed
Guest: Heresy is by far the sweetest shit I pour in my Khorne Flakes.
Ronmr: I call upon the shirtstorm god. THE GREAT MIGHTY POO!
Zombiedudecolletti: I am on It!
Raskor Devil kell: Wah, wah, cry, cry. SHUT UP AND FIGHT ALKEN ALREADY!
Aburg76: Thanks you. And I know exactly when to start the PURE FUKIN HERESY!
Guest: I probably won't put others, but then again, i'm about as much as an indecisive mollusk as Tzeentch.
WhatTheHeckMan: Hey TII, nice to see you still kicking, and yes the sarcasm is my strong suit indeeeeeeed...And I am so fucking ready for DS Remastered...So. Fucking. Ready.
Guest: Uh, Alken? Come look at this...
Alken: *Reads your fucking review* BROTHER GODS!? *Starts screaming litanies in the direction of Beacon before I wipe that shit from his memory*
Look at what you did Guest.
Fizz: Nothing ever ends well for Ozpin.
Guest: Well here is your next coveted chapter!
(I'll have an excuse at the end of this I swear)
Now. Let's get this train back on track.
Alken was currently rubbing the outside of his helmet as he came to terms with Ozpin's rules. "So you're saying I can't beat someones face in outside of the arena in this school?" His reply was a nod, making him groan in annoyance. "So what can I do to alleviate the inevitable rage these children will cause me if there is no one to fight?" Ozpin sighed before thinking for a few seconds and coming back to him with a small smile. "You can help out this world while venting anger at the same time by going out into the same forest team CFVY retrieved you from and killing Grimm, which from what the small report that the team was able to send via scroll, you enjoy doing anyway." Alken snorted under his helmet, but it did not have the grating, metallic tone because he had the foresight to turn the Vox off. "I only find killing those Grimm creature mildly entertaining, from what i've seen so far, they seem very weak, at least compared to myself." The Headmaster simply arched a brow at what Alken said. "What do your mean by that?" Alken just snorted again.
"Even their Alpha, a beast toughened by time and battle was like nothing to me, I killed it without any weapons, just my armored fists." Ozpin seemed amused by what he had said, but not in a disrespectful way. "Well, with that interesting part of conversation out of the way, could you please take off you helmet Mr. Sorath?"
"...Wat?"
"Take off your helmet. If I am going to let you stay on the grounds of my academy, I would like to know the face behind the mask-or helmet, as it were." He heard the marine sigh before reaching up with his other hand and grabbing the helmet, turning it to the side, letting a slight hissing noise echo throughout the room as he tugged the helmet off, revealing a scarred, battle worn face of a man who has been in countless battles, along with occasional burns, he had no hair, and from what Ozpin could see, red, and frankly evil eyes that seemed to have lost the edge of youth.
"You happy?" His natural voice was deep and had more gravel than a country road, but Ozpin seemed to ignore the face and voice and smiled very slightly. "Yes I am Mr. Sorath, but, it still stands that you need to be under supervision for the first week of you staying here." He saw this new and scarred face look at him tensely before sighing.
"I suppose I will go along with this, i'm in no mood for an argument anyhow, so, tell me Ozpin. Where will you have me stay?" He saw the thoughtful look cross the Headmaster's face, which was eventually replaced with a knowing one. "You would like to be somewhat isolated from everyone else Mr. Sorath?" a nod was his answer. "Very well then, there is a large shack on the campus that could very well be converted into stable living quarters, if that suits you." "Yes Ozpin, it will suffice for the time being, but I must ask, if I ever decide to stop being a hermit, what would you have me do?" "What do you mean Mr. Sorath?" "Please, stop calling me that, Alken is good enough. Now, what I mean is, you obviously want me to interact with the students here at some point, so I am asking. When would you wish me to try and attempt such things?"
Ozpin seemed to quickly come to an acceptable idea, at least in his mind. "this year is mostly over, you will stay out of most of the affairs, but if you wouldn't mind, could I send you with huntsman teams that may need the extra help. are you okay with that?" Alken nodded after a few seconds of thought. "Good, but, unless you want to go out and hunt, you will have to go into the schools cafeteria. And, I would like it if you did not wear that armor around the campus unless you are going to go out, but you may carry your weapons on you. is this acceptable." He heard Alken groan before nodding, it was like dealing with a giant murderchild.
"Very well Ozpin, but I am only doing this because I got tired of sleeping in a cave." He stood up and put his helmet back on before going out in search of his new living space.
It wasn't entirely terrible. was the first thing that came to Alken's mind, the building was small, but not enough to suffocate him. He decided he should actually relax for the first time in about one millennia, and began the laborus task of removing his massive armor, making sure he did nothing wrong, normally he would have to have help removing it, but he was...resourceful in how he used his axes, the handles were very good at reaching to unhook his pauldrons and so forth.
After roughly ten minuets of cursing and anger buildup he managed to get the last of his armor off, revealing him in all his natural, beefy glory, he was about as ripped as Kharn, and only slightly less of a cool guy to be around, and still moderately chill if you watched your step. But now, here he was in a black fucking marine sized "shirt" he had made because he wasn't a fan of fancy fucking robes and shit some other more opulent marine douches wore, and he also had the equivalent of the "shorts"he saw a particularly hairy balled space wolf wearing to hide his prized bush. But gross imagery aside, it seemed like whatever fucked up portal he went through had fixed his normally torn and sweaty shirt he wore to something he could say looked normal, same went for the shorts, which were longer and less tight than he remembered, and even though he would normally be angry that his normally bloodstained "clothes" were clean, he thought it might be better to not look like an axe murderer on the streets, so he decided to suck it up and go into the school to find some fucking food.
"Gods, I feel like a fucking tau in melee without my armor..." He was a total fucking idiot, what was he thinking coming in the school!? Why did he have to put himself in a situation so unbefitting of a space marine, he was in a cafeteria, a gods damned cafeteria! He was getting stared at by everyone there, he may have been a massive death machine, but he felt so uncomfortable. All the eyes on him, looking at his scarred face, and gaping at the monster of a man he was.
Yeah, that's all you've ever been, a monster buried underneath flesh.
He shook his head, he was a fucking marine! It wasn't time to act like some fucking emo teenager that cowered under attention. He must have had a terrible scowl on his face, because as he turned around with the massive pile of food he had grabbed, everyone in the cafeteria seemed to go pale by some degree and turn around, he moved quickly to the exit at a decent speed.
As he made it some distance away from everyone else, he heard a chuckle behind him and spun around at such a speed he almost dropped his food to see the passive look on Ozpin's face. "I see you are not one for social interaction Alken." And now the passive face turned into the most subtle of shit eating grins.
"Quiet Ozpin, it's not my fault those children in there make me want to literally just die because they simply exist, they make my skin crawl and I need to find out why." He turned and stormed off like an edgy teen, going out the main doors of the academy and to his shed/house, sitting down inside and letting out a large sigh before tearing into the tower of meat he had amassed on the plate.
'This is going to get tedious.'
It had been about a day since Alken had arrived at the Bacon...Bean-con...Whatever the fuck it was called, and he was already going stir crazy, what with the being a hermit thing not one to generally do nothing for an extended period of time without blood pouring out of a faucet infront of him, he decided to go to the forest to... *ahem* """"Relax"""". Said relaxation being in the form of tearing off the stinger of a massive scorpion esque creature and and shoving it down it's own throat before ripping off it's claw with whirring axe-saw teeth and stabbing it into a massive version of one of those wolf beasts. After he was done turning anything else nearby into bloody ribbons, he turned around and continued his walk.
...right until he heard a screech above him.
He looked up to see a massive flying...bird? What the fuck why is there a bird the size of a Land Raider? Our dear marine is having a seizure because of it, mainly due to the fact he cannot get to it to turn it to paste. So he does the calm, collected thing, and throws his axe at that overgrown pigeon, lodging the still spinning teeth of the axe at its wing joint after the best throw of his life. And lo the beast did fall, making a small crater that Alken was now sprinting towards.
When he arrived, he saw the big bird slowly stagger out of the crater, looking rather pissed, and then it saw him and let out a loud screech that could be heard all the way back at beacon. A feral grin would slowly form under Alken's helmet before he charged off toward it, leaping into the air and landing on it's face before being very promptly being flung through a tree after the big bird swung it's head around.
Meanwhile at the grand Beacon Academy. Everything had fallen silent for a few moments after a massive, echoing screech of a Nevermore and soon, things seemed like the the normal,daily routine started to continue, but there was a slight air of tension about the school after that. And in the room at the top of the beacon tower, The Headmaster Ozpin sat in his chair, pulling up the feed of one of his cameras just in time to see Alken's fat metallic ass sail through the air straight into it. He quickly switched to another cam and saw alken stagger out of an indentation he just made in a boulder and look at the Nevermore, yelling at the top of his lungs, which Ozpin could swear he could hear from both the camera, and the faint echo of it from the actual distance to where Alken is now, which happened to be in the depths of the emerald forest.
He watched as Alken sprinted at the Nevermore, his right fist clenched as the left clutched an axe. Ozpin was able to wonder briefly where the second axe was before he saw it lodged in the flesh of the massive Grimm, still revving and actively tearing bits of flesh out of the already horribly damaged joint. Alken suddenly pulled his arm back and launched the second axe at the Nevermore, lodging it in the extremely thick face plate of the Grimm, the mere impact dazing it as he ran to the wing, ripping his axe out of the beast and placing it on his hip before bracing his legs and leaping with all of his might onto the head of the Grimm, ripping the other axe out and doing the same before he placed his hands under the bone plating. Slowly pulling up with all his strength, Ozpin could actively see the bone being torn from it's flesh as the Nevermore cried out in utter agony, thrashing it's head violently to no avail as the marine's iron grip could not be loosened. After what was almost a full minuet of screeching and guttural marine noises, the bone plate would be ripped off, exposing the Nevermore's brain to the air, which Alken then stomped on, making the Nevermore, have a massive body spasm as it's brain was pulped under his boot before it collapsed in a heap of now slowly decaying flesh and feathers. The marine stepped off and shook off his boot before turning, making way for beacon academy after a successful day of slaughter. Leaving Ozpin to stare at the decaying corpse of the Nevermore in contemplation of the man known as Alken.
Alken had just made his way up the path to beacon academy, stepping onto the main grounds and suddenly aware of the fact that..well..everyone was staring at him. there was a large group of students just fucking around outside, and now they were staring at the towering being before them, their eyes wide and almost panicked before some drew their weapons, causing Alken to sigh and speak up.
"Please, children, put your weapons away. I would hate for any of you to make a grave mistake." As soon as he had finished his sentence he was met with glares, they were either untrustworthy or aggressive. But he didn't care, he simply walked through the group of students, they didn't have a choice on whether or not to get out of his way due to him being a walking monolith. He made way to his little shack and started with the process of taking off his armor. getting ready to sleep before likely repeating the process of today again tomorrow.
Heeeeeeey guys! I know you might have a peeve or two with this and im sorry, and i'll adress one that may or may not have gotten to you. Which is Alken's clothes, listen guys, i have no idea what space marines wear, and this isn't exactly a serious story, so please let me off easy? ;-;
Also, im hoping this really wasn't dissapointing, i know most of it is like...just shit of him settling in and stuff..so im sorry, but i'll try to get a more...interesting chapter out much sooner than i did this one.
I love all of you for all the support you've given me, so I hope you like this. And i'll see you next time.