WOOOOO! 350 followers! So happy for all the support everyone is giving this Fic of mine! And actually, I have a bit of a favor to ask all of you. I am looking for a bit more of an official cover for this story so if anyone is interested in making one for me that would be absolutely amazing! Naturally you would be credited for the work, but I figured I might as well ask if anyone was interested seeing as I suck at drawing.
If you are in-fact interested in sending cover art or other fan art then PM me and I'll let you know where to send them.
Moving on… I did not expect people to want Mason and Weich 'together' so much as the response has shown. I can confirm that this won't be the last we see of Weich and I can say that since she was received well I will try and have her appear more often but pairing her and Mason is still up in the air at the moment. If people are still interested latter on, things may become more concrete but for now… we'll just see what happens.
Reviews:
: It won't be the end of her that's for sure. I do feel your pain though. #RipRemnentOfAnIronRose
Xeano: Mason will eventually, I won't say when, reveal where he is from yes, but that bit about the Ahmakaras whispering to Mason I actually hadn't thought about. I do believe I will be using that in the future now.
Guest555: While I don't promise she will be apart of the family I can say that we will be seeing more of her in the future.
MaskedRiderEnzo: Believe me, as much as I want to right now I can't. I require his head for a later date.
L. Cman: Nope no Dark Saber here. Just a generic lightsaber at the moment and maybe more in the future.
Darth Valkorion: No promises on a relationship but they are most certainly friends.
VoidLing: Even if I pursue a relationship with Mason and Weich I will not be getting Weich pregnant.
Potato man the semi omnipotent: Wrong? Definitely not. In case you haven't seen but you are most certainly not alone in wanting a relationship between the two. And pinky penis will most definitely be brought up at some point.
XxdarkangelxX2003: Well here you go :D. and who knows maybe MACH might happen.
Deras94: Not a bad name. might have to use that.
TheBake: Thanks a bunch. :D
Simada: well here's more!
Chapter 11: My Better Half
~Cinder age: 13 Ruby age: 8 Mason age: Unknown, Estimated 35~
Cinder sat alone in a classroom at Signal Academy, her head resting bored in her hand while the other tapped restlessly against her desk. The classroom was set up in an amphitheater style so that all the desks were facing a large center desk that was cluttered with various different papers and office supplies. Behind the desk was an empty chair and a wall length blackboard with the words DETENTION emblazoned in big, bold, chalk white letters.
"Geez." Cinder grumbled. "The one time I decide to show up nobody is here."
Just as she finished speaking the door to the class room opened and an old portly man with bright red mutton chops walked in and sat at the desk and began to sort through the various papers that littered the man's desk. The two sat in silence until Cinder sighed.
"Um. Excuse me. Professor Whisk?" Cinder asked.
The man looked up with a start, not having noticed there was anyone else in the room.
"Oh Cinder?" The professor sounded genuinely suppressed. "What are you doing here?"
Cinder pointed to the board behind the man. The man turned to look, and a look of realization dawned on his face.
"Well. I suppose that explains why you are here so late. Although I do believe this is the first I have ever seen you in detention before." Professor Whisk said.
"Probably because this is the first time I bothered to show up." Cinder said nonchalantly. She could leave at any time, not like anyone actually cared at this point.
"Hmm." The man hummed. "If you were to have attended the other detentions, might I ask how many you would have gone to?"
Cinder shrugged. "Eh, I stopped counting after the tenth time."
"Then what caused you to show up for detention this time?"
"My dad's picking me up from school today and said he was running a little late. I had nothing better to do so I decided I might just attend one of these detentions. I've heard they're very boring and I'm pleased to note that I wasn't wrong." Cinder's eyes wandered around the barren room.
"Hmm." The man hummed again. "Cinder?"
"Yes Professor?"
"It might not be my place to ask, but is everything going ok at home?" Whisk asked. "A common reason for students to get in trouble is for them to take out their frustrations on other students. This is often caused by issues at home that carry over into everyday life."
Cinder blinked owlishly and stared at the man for a moment. "I mean aside from my dad having been away for the past week on a mission no nothing is really going on at home other than my usual training."
"Training?" Whisk raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, dad is teaching me how to fight so I can do better in school. Well not this past week since he's gone but you get the idea." Cinder leaned back in her chair.
"What does this training entail?"
"The usual stuff. Running laps around the property, knife throwing, aura control, semblance control, marksmen training, and dancing." Cinder said as if her training was normal.
Whisk raised his other eyebrow in surprise. "That's quite the amount of training. No wonder you are top of your class."
Cinder smiled. "Yup! Dad's awesome!"
"Then if everything is ok at home, why does it seem that you are constantly in trouble?"
"I guess you don't know why I've been sent to detention then?"
"No." the professor shook his head. "We are not informed of why students are sentenced unless we ourselves issued the detention."
"Huh." Cinder said. "Good to know."
"You were saying why you were sentenced to detention?"
"Ah right." Cinder rubbed her neck sheepishly. "Apparently the teachers don't like it when someone stands up to bullies."
Whisk furrowed his brows. "That's not true. We openly support standing up to bullies."
"Apparently they don't when I beat the bully into the ground."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I literally mean 'beat them into the ground.'" Cinder smirked slightly. "Pretty sure that the hole in the wall where the kids head hit is still there if you want to see it."
…
…
"And what exactly prompted this… beating?" Professor Whisk asked.
"Bullies were picking on Gaara again. They were calling him a monster and a freak because he was a faunus." Cinder lost her slight smirk and frowned.
"And did you ever think to reach out to the teachers?" The professor asked.
"I did. None of them ever did or ever do anything!" She said through gritted teeth while gripping her desk tightly. "It's always, 'we'll look into it' this, 'We'll talk to them' that. Gaara is my friend and is already difficult to talk to because of how quiet he is. The more abuse he takes from his classmates the more he doesn't talk."
"I just can't stand it when people pick on Gaara just because he's a tanuki faunus. Seriously what the hell did he do?" Cinder huffed. "The bastards were calling him a freak just because he's got some dark rings around his eyes. Whoop-dee-doo he looks a bit like an animal. What the hell does it matter! If a-"
The professor held up a hand for Cinder to stop. "Cinder I ask that you watch your language. A child should not have such a vulgar mouth."
"That's not what Yami said." Cinder pouted. "He always said voice your mind and not let others control you."
"And who's this Yami person?" Whisk raised an eyebrow. "Never have I heard you mention him before."
"Eheheh." Cinder scratched her cheek innocently. "No one important."
"Cinder…" The professor stared the girl down. "Is this Yami person the reason why you are always in trouble?"
"What?" Cinder looked shocked. "No! I just told you-
Before she could continue the door to the classroom swung open and in stepped Mason, only something seemed off. He wore a pair of old blue jeans and black sneakers that looked like they had seen better days. A loose red sweatshirt with a large black R in the center covered his torso and his normally salt-n-pepper hair was now silver with a smattering of black highlights. Instead of his normally electrifyingly blue eyes, they were instead more of a steely grey color.
"Yo!" Mason waved nonchalantly as he stepped into the room. "So what's this I hear about detention? I thought I told you not to bother going to those."
"I was bored dad." Cinder crossed her arms. "You said you would be getting here late so I figured why not go to waste time until you came to pick me up."
"Ah. Makes sense. Sorry about that, got lost on the road of life." Mason smiled sheepishly and turned to look and the professor who until now had remained silent. "Hope she hasn't been too much trouble."
Whisk waved his hand. "Nonsense. Your daughter has been quite compliant. We were merely speaking about how she has a tendency to get into trouble."
"HA!" Mason let out a hearty laugh. "Don't I know it. Lemme guess. She saw one of her friends getting bullied and kicked the crap out of them."
"That is correct Mr. Fall. And unfortunately, I'm going to have to ask you to tell your daughter that she cannot go around-"
Mason held up his hand silencing the professor. "Save it sir. I will not discipline my child over something I condone. Now Cinder, did you tell the bullies to back off before you pummeled them?"
"Well I did at first, but they didn't care." Cinder crossed her arms again.
"Then I have nothing left to say on the matter. You gave them a chance to walk away. It's their fault for not taking it." Mason turned back to his daughter. "You ready to go kid?"
"Yup." Cinder hopped out of here seat, threw her bag over her shoulder, and made her way to the door. "It was good to see you professor."
The two left the class room and made their way outside before they began to walk down the street towards the Patch city limits.
Looking up at her father Cinder asked. "Alright Yami. Is this one of your unsolicited take overs or did dad let you do this willingly?"
Mason, or Yami now, sweat dropped and smiled sheepishly. "You wound me Cinder. I would never dream of taking over your father's body by force."
Cinder stared at Yami with a deadpan expression. "That's not what I remember happening on my twelfth birthday when you shoved my face into the cake. And were you late because you were busy fawning over weapons again?"
"Oh come on." Yami threw his hands into the air in exasperation, ignoring her last question. "The one time I do that for a prank and you never let me hear the end of it."
"That was hardly the last time you did that." Cinder looked away from Yami back down the street as they walked. "I remember quite vividly when you hung me by my feet from a tree in the middle of the night when dad was asleep and called it endurance training."
"Hey!" Yami said indignantly. "I had permission for that one you twerp!"
"No you didn't." Cinder said a light smirk on her face. "I asked dad you ass."
"Hmmph." Yami huffed. "You're no fun."
"And you're not sane." Cinder retorted.
Yami stuck his tongue out at Cinder while she flipped him off.
"But yes, I do have permission from Mason." Yami smiled. "After all. It's my turn to see the little red headed speed demon."
"You do realize that she is going to freak out when she realizes you're not Mason right?"
"Oh I know and It's going to be GREAT!" Yami let a demented grin form on his face. "She's going to flip and try to kill me and I'll be in harrowing danger, I'll lose an arm before I relinquish control back to Mason and then when she realizes she hurt her uncle, she'll fall into despair and hate herself and-"
SLAM
Yami's face slammed into the ground, legs comically twitching in the air before falling over.
"Cinderrrrrrrrr!" Yami whined. "What was that for?!"
"You were letting your inner sadist out again." Cinder groaned. "How the hell does dad put up with you inside his head. You're crazy!"
"So is he! But the answer to your question is easy peasy!" Yami jumped up looking no the worse for wear. "I'm him, he's me. We're each others better half. In fact, if he was a separate person I'm positive he would have proposed to me already!"
"Then why do all the training dummies back home look like you?" Cinder raised an eyebrow
"Psssshh" Yami waved dismissively. "That's just how he shows affection."
"Right… you keep telling yourself that." Cinder said dryly.
"Oh my! Cinder are you implying that I'm annoying!" Yami gasped.
Falling to the ground dramatically, Yami hit his forehead with the back of his hand. "OH WOE IS ME! My own daughter thinks I'm annoying!"
"You're not my dad." Cinder stated firmly. "Mason is. If anything, you're the estranged uncle."
"GAH!" Yami facefaulted as he got up at her harsh words. "Words hurt twerp."
"Sticks and stones may break your bones." Cinder said in a mocking singsong voice. "Buts words will leave you empty and mentally scared"
Yami glared at Cinder as she continued to walk down the street. "You sure you're a 13-year-old? Cause you have the snark and the mouth of a cynical twenty something."
Cinder shrugged. "Eh everyone says that I act older than I am most of the time. I'm used to it."
Yami caught up to Cinder before falling into step with her. "Fair enough."
"So, what's it like inside dad's head?" Cinder turned to look at Yami.
Yami's face darkened. "Kid. I may be crazy, but even I know we aren't right in the head. Crota did a number on your dad's psyche and is the reason I even exist. I was made as a coping mechanism after that little encounter. Trust me when I say you do not want to know what it's like in there. It's been getting better over the years, but it's still fucked up something fierce."
Cinder looked back down the street. The two had come to a dirt road the made its way out of the town into the forest. "So are we going straight there or we going to do something else until it's nighttime?"
When Yami didn't answer Cinder turned to look at him. Yami had a vacant look in his eyes before the color changed into an electrifying blue and his silver hair turned to a salt-n-pepper color. Raising his hands to massage his temples Yami groaned. "Ugh. I hate it when he does that."
"Dad?" Cinder looked surprised. "What happened to Yami?"
"He is currently vehemently cursing me out. And he was lying about me giving him permission again. If I have anything to say about it, he is never going to meet Ruby." Mason said continuing to massage his head trying to relieve his headache.
"That's probably for the best." Cinder nodded in agreement.
"I'm glad you agree with me." Mason said. "Uh. Where are we right now? All I remember was waking up this morning and Yami saying 'It's my turn to see the walking embodiment of caffeine'"
"Oh we're just leaving the main town. We're still about an hour's walk from Ruby's house." Cinder said.
"And it's-" Mason looked at his scroll. "4:17 so we have some time to kill before we can go and see Ruby. You up for some hunting while we wait? I could go for some wild rabbit right about now."
"Sure." Cinder shrugged. "First one back with two doesn't have to cook?"
Mason smiled at his daughter. "Everything's a competition with you isn't it?"
"Would you have it any other way?" Cinder returned with a competitive smirk.
Mason adopted a thoughtful look before darting off. "Bring it sweetie!" Mason called back.
Cinder stood there for a moment before registering that her father had run off. "OI! WHAT THE HELL DAD!"
With a yell of annoyance Cinder took off to catch dinner before her father.
Later that night 12:35 AM
Two shadows sat camped out around a dwindling campfire. Off to the side the bloody pelts of two unfortunate rabbits hung from a pair of knives embedded in the trunk of a tree. The low flames of the fire cast long orange tinted shadows around the small clearing. One of the shadows, the larger one, tossed a branch on the fire. A plume of sparks rose into the sky as the smaller more effeminate looking shadow raised its hand. A burst of golden flame flew from the small shadows palm reigniting the small campfire.
The larger shadow stood up and stretched its arms. The newly reignited fire revealing Mason. Which through process of elimination meant the smaller shadow was Cinder.
"Alright kiddo ready to go see your sister?" Mason asked.
Cinder stood up and looked at her father. "Yeah but what about the fire we just reignited?"
"Uh." Mason stared for a moment. "Oops I suppose I should have realized that had to be put out before we left.""
Scratching his head mason walked closer to the fire. "Neir, gimme the emergency fire extinguisher you have in the transmat space."
A moment later a small white cannister appeared in Mason's outstretched hand. Tossing it onto the fire the canister burst into white foam smothering the flames before disappearing. Leaving nothing but warm ash. Spreading the ashes out so the leftover heat didn't reignite the fire Mason brushed off his hands and returned to Cinder's side.
"Alright ready to go?" Mason asked.
"Yep." Cinder smiled and skipped off towards the dirt road that lead farther into the forests of Patch.
Together the duo walked down the road, passing dark family homes. Long winding driveways split off from the main road that led farther into the forests towards hidden cottages locked away behind the cover of the night. Eventually the duo came up to a driveway with what looked to be a handmade mailbox. It was painted a glaringly bright yellow with two names childishly painted on it in dark red paint. They read Xiao-Long on top and Rose just beneath it.
"So you want to get her or do you want me to grab her?" Mason asked.
"OOH can I get her this time?!" Cinder asked excitedly.
"Well that's why I asked was it not?" Mason let out a light laugh. "I'll meet you at our usual clearing."
With that Mason took to the trees and disappeared into the forest.
Cinder pumped her fist in excitement before she to took off towards the house at the end of the drive.
Slowly creeping around Cinder took a good, long, look at the house in front of her. In front sat a small red pickup that looked like it could use a new coat of paint. The house its self was a two-story tall log cabin. A small flower bed sat off to the side from the front door. Attached to the right side of the house was a small woodshed for the fireplace inside.
Slowly Cinder approached the house and hauled herself onto the roof of the woodshed and made her way over to the second-floor windows. Staring inside, Cinder looked into a room that was rather plain, if not a mess. On one side of the room sat a dresser with a stack of magazines on top as well as a small mirror. On another wall was a desk filled with drawings of all sorts of weapons and other equipment, each more fantastical than the last. Clothing was strewn about the floor like the owner couldn't be bothered to make a neat pile of dirty clothes.
Lastly was a bed that sat in the corner of the room. Sprawled out, facedown, on top of the covers was a small eight-year-old girl with short black hair with red tips sleeping peacefully.
Cinder giggled in excitement as she slowly opened the window as quietly as she could. This was the home of two very powerful huntsmen after all.
Once the window was opened, Cinder silently dropped to the floor and made her way over to the bed. Gently she began to shake the small girl in the hopes of wakening her.
The sleeping girl groaned in annoyance as she was slowly woken. "Nooooo…" She moaned still half asleep.
"Ruby!" Cinder whispered. "Ruby!"
"Cookie monster noooo I wanna stay…" Ruby groaned out.
Cinder huffed in frustration. "Dammit Ruby wake up!" She shook Ruby a bit harder.
"I'm up. I'm up dad." Ruby moaned as she rolled over and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
Blearily Ruby opened her eyes to her still dark room. "Huh?"
"Heya sis!" Cinder whispered.
"Yang? What time is it?" Ruby asked.
Cinder pouted. "Come on sis. You couldn't have forgotten about your big sis already! It's only been a few months."
Slowly realization dawned on Ruby's face. "Cinder!? Is that you!"
"Who else would it be?"
"Uh my other sister? Yang?"
"Hmph." Cinder pouted. "She's not your sister. I refuse to let my little sister have another big sister."
Ruby giggled lightly. "But Yang is my other-"
Cinder put her finger up to ruby's mouth cutting her off.
"No. You are my sister no one else's. And dad is your dad not those huntsmen."
"But Cinderrrrr." Ruby pouted.
"No arguments. Little sisters are supposed to listen to their older sisters."
"Fine… So is dad here?" Ruby asked.
Cinder's mood seemed to do a 180 from its previous possessive tone. "Yup! He finally let me come get you myself he's waiting for us in the clearing."
"Yay! Let me grab my drawings! I got all sorts of cool stuff to show him!" Ruby threw herself of her bed and quickly padded over to her desk, grabbing several pieces of paper and a few pencils. "Alright let's go!" She said smiling as she went back to Cinder.
"Uh Ruby don't you need some clothes?"
"Huh?" Ruby looked down and saw she was still in her black and red pajamas. "Oh right!"
Quickly the red head grabbed a red cloak off the ground and buttoned it around her neck. "There we go!"
Cinder giggled but didn't say anything more. Together they climbed out the window, dropped off the roof with little fanfare, and ran towards a clearing not to far from the house.
After five minutes of running the two came to a small clearing in the forest. In the on the other side resting beneath a tree in the moon light was Mason.
"Morning kid!" Mason waved them over.
"Dad. It's the middle of the night." Ruby said.
"True but is past midnight so therefore it's morning" Mason said cheekily.
"Woah really?" Ruby asked. "Dad never lets me stay up this late!"
"Oi I told you to call him Tai around me otherwise it gets too confusing to guess who your talking about." Mason said.
Ruby giggled. "Sorry forgot."
"So how's my favorite little sister doing?" Cinder asked, all to happy to talk to Ruby again.
"Great!" Ruby smiled before pouting. "Though Tai and Yang are really protective. They never let me have any fun. They always hide the cookie jar from me."
Mason laughed. "I don't think that qualifies as being protective squirt. That's called parenting."
"But they don't even let me practice when they spar and train!" Ruby pouted.
"So?" Cinder said.
"So? I wanna be a huntress I can't do that if I don't train!"
"Then what's stopping you?" Mason asked.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do!" Ruby whined petulantly. "I don't know how to train!"
"Have you tried asking your uncle Qrow to train you?"
Ruby perked up at the mention of her uncle. "Yup. He said he'd start training me when he got back."
"Then why are you complaining about not being trained?"
"Because!" Ruby threw her hands in the air. "I wanna train now. Uncle Qrow is on a mission and I don't know when he'll be back!"
Mason nodded. "Alright then." Mason reached into his boot and pulled out one of his many throwing knives and began to fidget with it. "You want to try training then I'll give you something to work on."
Ruby squealed "YES! Thanks dad!"
"No problem kid." Mason waved her off. "So here is what I want you to do. I want you to get up every morning at six. You are going to spend your morning until breakfast doing this training routine. First you will run around that training field by your house. After ten laps around the field I want you do fifty sit-ups and fifty pushups."
Ruby's eyes slowly widened in horror. "Nooooo…" She whispered.
Holding his knife by the blade Mason passed it to Ruby. "Finally, once you finish with the pushups I want you to practice throwing that knife into a tree a hundred times. You are to repeat that routine until you get called for breakfast. Got it?"
Ruby groaned. "Aweeeee. Can't you just make me strong! That sounds boring!"
"Rube's. You can't do any of the fun stuff until your strong enough to do the basics without even trying." Mason said. "Not even your sister here started sparing me until she was a year older than you. Besides do you even have your aura unlocked?"
Ruby nodded. "Mmhm. I told you about that already on of your other visits. The one after Yang took me to find her mom. Tai and Uncle Qrow unlocked it for me incase me and Yang ever got into trouble again."
"Right. I forgot about that." Mason grumbled. "I still have to figure out how to make her murder look like an accident."
"Daaaad. You promised you wouldn't do anything to Yang."
"I did?" Mason asked innocently.
"Yes."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Uh-huh."
"Cinder back me up I never promised that did I?"
Cinder smirked. "Sorry dad, but Ruby's right."
"Traitor!" Mason exclaimed in mock anger while Ruby shouted in victory.
The trio laughed together for a short while before slowly calming down with only a spare few giggles remaining.
"So, Ruby what were all the papers you grabbed before we left?" Cinder asked.
"These!" Smiling Ruby took out the papers from her red cloak. "Are my weapon designs! Uncle Qrow and Tai said that students at Signal get to design and build their own weapons."
Cinder nodded. "Yeah we do. But not until we're in our third year."
Ruby squawked. "What?! But that's so long from now!"
"Sweetie you have to actually learn how to make the weapons before you can build them." Mason said. "Just like with training, you can't do the fun stuff until you know the basics."
With whatever protest Ruby was going to put up successfully cowed, she settled for lightly pouting instead.
"So what sort of designs do you have?" Mason asked.
Ruby immediately perked up again. "I have tons!" Ruffling through her papers she began presenting her ideas and inspirations for her own weapon.
"So Tai's weapon is supper cool! It's a war hammer that transforms into a chain gun. Then there's Uncle Qrow's scythe/sword/assault rifle combo. Yang has been toying with gloves that are actually shotguns. Then there was-"
And so for the next hour Ruby went on and on about all the various weapons she had seen in her magazines and around her home. She explained how she wanted something strong, flashy, and intimidating for her eventual weapon and even shared some crude sketches of potential weapons she might like to have. Here two favorites, much to Mason's amusement, were a massive halberd that could shift into a high caliber, blot action, hunting rifle and a massive war scythe even larger than the halberd that could change into a semi-automatic, high-powered, sniper rifle that, if Mason knew Ruby, could probably blow the head off an alfa beowolf without too much trouble. What Mason found so amusing was that either weapon she chose would end up being twice the size of the diminutive girl and imagining Ruby running around with a weapon that large was nothing short of hilarious.
After a short laughing fit Mason calmed down and assured Ruby that whatever weapon she chose she was sure to be good with it.
"However Ruby," Mason started. "I do have a present for you once you graduate Signal."
Cinder perked up, realizing what he was referring to.
"OHH!" Ruby said with stars in her eyes, jumping onto Mason. "What is it?! Tell me please! Please please tell me! I bet it's really cool! Can I have it now!? Why do I have to wait until I graduate? Is it a weapon? A new cloak? Tell me please!"
"Woah slow down there." Mason placated. "No, I won't tell you what it is. That would ruin the surprise and you can't have it yet because you're not ready for it yet. When you graduate you will be. Don't worry you'll get it in time."
"But I want it now…" Ruby whined.
"You're going to have to prove to me that you can be trusted with it. Right now, you won't get it until you graduate Signal. Unless you don't think you can do it." Mason said smugly.
"NO! I'll prove I can get my present before I graduate! Just watch! I'm going to be the best there is. I'm going to be the greatest huntress there ever was!" Ruby declared with great fervor.
A fire seemed to ignite in her eyes. Determination burning bright at her declaration.
"HA!" Mason laughed heartily. "That's the spirit. But getting your present is only the first step. Your going to have to beat me if you want to be considered the strongest. I expect a good fight when you do challenge me to find out who is the strongest. After all the strongest Huntsman is responsible for taking down the strongest criminal. You better not keep me waiting squirt."
"You better be ready Dad because I'll do it. I'll be the one to bring you to justice. I'll do what no one else has done! I am Ruby Rose and I will be the strongest huntress ever!"
AN
Well that was an ending! Even though I feel like it was a bit rushed. But it looks like dear little ol' Ruby can be quite the passionate young tyke when she wants to be huh?
This chapter marks the end of the pre-canon timeline (or at least what's left of the original Cannon anyway.) Because I'm tired of waiting for it so expect the words TIME SKIP at the beginning of next chapter or a large change in ages in italics up top.
Next up comes RWBY Episode: 1 and a bit more mabye so look forward to it.
Unfortunately, no one was able to get what the 4th exotic was in between the wait of chapters so I won't be revealing it to you just yet. Maybe next chapter if I'm feeling nice but not right now.
I do apologize for the wait however. This was supposed to be out months ago, but I got sidetracked with everything. Hopefully I'll be able to update more frequently.
Anyway, hope everyone is enjoying the story thus far and don't for get to drop a review or send me a PM if you have questions!
Have a good one everybody!
-Zeak-
