So, the OC had a wife. That's cool. A bit depressing, but it adds depth. Somewhat. Anyway, enjoy!
I do not own Roosterteeth
or the rights to RWBY
and may Monty Oum be forever unbound by death
Beacon Professor Peter Port was making his way through the Wilds, a posture and expression that exuded his jolly nature being on full display for the world to see. What went unseen, and unheard, was the tenseness of each muscle being on full power, the silence of each footstep that came with years of experience, and the way that his stride left no marring on the earth muddied by recent rains. He had volunteered to check on a settlement that had gone silent.
A settlement that had been leveled by Grimm.
He discovered its ruins seven days ago, and he wasn't due to report to the rendezvous for another week, so he decided to scour the Wilds for Grimm to slay. He decided, as he pulled his Blunderaxe out of the sternum of a dying Beowolf, that it was most definitely therapeutic.
So as he rounded yet another tree, he happened upon a cave. Its cavernous maw burrowed at a steep angle into the ground, and its surface was slick with mud and gravel. Claw marks could be seen around the rim of the opening, and his gaze could not fully pierce through the veil of darkness it cast inside.
A fine challenge for an experienced huntsman such as himself.
So he slid down into the abyss, not at all worried about what foul creatures traversed its depths.
Except for mice, but they probably wouldn't be in a cave such as this one.
He hoped. (Prayed)
As he slid further down, he was momentarily blind and was forced to feel his way forward. His hands slid across the earthen walls that were supported by the roots of various grasses and trees that resided above ground. After a minute or two of traversing this way, he noticed a light further ahead. So focused and trying to see, that when the loud clang of something striking metal accompanied by a roar of defiance, he nearly hit his head on the ceiling with how high he jumped.
He shook his head and sped up the speed at which he walked, and arrived at a scene he least expected.
Countless humanoid bodies littered the floor, yet their Grimm nature was exposed from the black pigment of their skin and bone like protrusions that resulted in what appeared to be white armor. Two white blades protruded from their fore arms in a manner that was not dissimilar to tonfas, and their heads ended in a blank, bone white dome. The height of the creatures lithe forms must have been nearly seven feet, but there was another detail which really drew his attention.
They weren't fading.
Another shout drew his attention to the center of the room, where one of the creatures were pressing down on a kite shield, whose face was decorated by the symbol of a double arc. Its wielder had ragged, blonde hair and a mess of stubble, a pauldron decorating his right shoulder and chest piece resting above a black hoodie. The figure's left arm was gone, a detail which sparked recognition in the older professor. It was one of his favorite students, one of his better ones at that.
Jaune Arc had been found.
Peter moved to assist the young lad, but Jaune guided the attack from the creature to the side, and used the opening he created to run the creature through with the point of his shield. The creature fell, and Jaune quickly readied into a stance and faced the professor.
"A fine job my boy! I couldn't have done-" He was quickly cut off as a shield hurtled past his head, yet to his surprise, did not meet the wall. He instead heard the clang of bone against metal as it embedded itself into another creature. Jaune tore forwards and retrieved his shield before spinning around once more, taking up his new stance. Port followed the boys direction and saw one of the Grimm rising up once more, any wounds that would have been marring its form sealing shut.
His eyes became visible at how they widened, before narrowing once more in determination. The poor lad must have been at this for hours, Port thought as a swing from his Blunderaxe cleaved the beast in two. I have to bring him back home. He focused on the floor before diving forth and beneath the bodies. After a few moments, he resurfaced with a dark red orb in hand. He quickly tossed it up and shattered the orb with a slice from the blade of his Blunderaxe.
Upon doing so, the remaining beast fell to the side, surprising Jaune, if his widened eyes and bated breath were anything to go by. His stance never fell, however, and neither did Port's. This proved to be the correct choice, as the forms of the beasts finally began to fade, yet their particles all began to gather together instead of disappearing until they finally reformed into a singe beast. It remained the same as its previous forms, except for a few details.
First, a red orb that appeared the same as the first had formed in the center of its dome head.
Secondly, the bone like armor and its skin had swapped colors, resulting in black armor adorning a pale, thin body.
Port and Jaune wasted no time in beginning their assault as Port fired another shot that tore into its abdomen. Jaune quickly followed up with a bash from his shield that forced it back. The older huntsman leaped forth and sliced into its back, just missing the spine. The blonde knight bashed the creatures face before both were forced to back off as it let out an ear splitting shriek. It whirled about, its blades a whirlwind of death that scraped on Jaune's shield. Jaune surprised him, however, as he began to block each strike with impeccable precision before throwing the arms of the beast away, following up with a thrust of his shield point that embedded itself beneath the creatures sternum. He was, however, thrown back by the beast and his shield was cast away. Port was not wasting this time, using it to reload his Blunderaxe and fire another powerful shot into its form.
The flechette tore into its side, resulting in it doubling over. Jaune shocked Port once again as his shield flew back into the boys hand with a flash of white and he secured it onto his forearm. The young Huntsman dashed forth, and with a loud roar, embedded the shield once more into the neck of the beast. He learned from his last mistake though, and instead of taking a moment to rest, ripped his shield out of its jugular and slammed its head to the side. Port leapt forth to capitalize on the wound, beheading the beast at long last.
The beast's body faded to dust, and the orb shattered upon impact with the ground.
Port was not overly tired, having been relatively fresh before, yet Jaune was in terrible shape. So terrible in fact, that the lad collapsed onto his back, ragged and labored breaths escaping his lips. The older huntsman slid up and beside the boy, handing forth a canteen filled with water. The boy drank with earnest, even choking slightly due to his rapid pace. He gave Jaune a few moments to recompose himself, and the boy smiled as he handed Port back the flask.
"Thanks prof," His voice was still rough, but the water had done him well. "Don't think I would have figured that out."
"Nonsense, my boy," Port stood now, dusting himself off and helping Jaune to his feet. "These Watchers are a terrifying sort, so no need to worry. Now what have you been up to?"
Suddenly, Jaune's demeanor had turned to a much more somber one as his bangs cast a shadow over his eyes. A sniffle could be heard as he began to recount his tale. And what a tale it was, from his sacrifice for his team, to the Wendigo (this caused Port's eyes to become visible once again), to this Cinn fellow, it was all quite the series of events. Jaune had appeared happy whilst talking about Cinn and his training, though it changed as he got closer to the present time.
"We had just left his wife's burial site when we were stopped by bandits. Some group in red and some lady came forth with a Grimm mask and blood red sword, saying something to Cinn about unpaid debts." By now Jaune was shaking, and Port rested a hand on his shoulder to calm the boy down. Raven and her group, now that is an unlucky encounter.
"So he used his semblance on me, one I didn't even know was possible," he was weeping at this point, and Port had embraced him in a fatherly manner. "He sent me to the nearest congregation of Grimm, here, via teleportaion, but I saw," he hiccuped "I saw his head get detached from his shoulders as he smiled."
Jaune finally started sobbing, his cries filled with apologies and self loathing. Port knew better than to let that attitude fester in a person.
"Listen here you," Jaune flinched, but the tone was soothing, if anything. "None of that. It was no ones fault but that bandit woman and her posse." Jaune moved to interrupt, but a firm look from Port shut him up.
"This Cinn fellow clearly found you to be very important, to him and others if he so willingly gave his life to preserve yours. You did the same thing for your friends, and for him at one point." He held Jaune at arms length now, looking him in the eyes as he spoke with a passion unheard even when he was teaching.
"You must not squander his sacrifice with self loathing, so come, let us get back to Beacon. Back home." The boy's eyes widened, red from tears freshly shed, before he nodded vehemently. They began to leave before Jaune collapsed once more, a weak chuckle leaving him.
"I might need to be carried back, sir."
Port could only chuckle as well.