Hello all you Boils and Ghouls! I am SO sorry for the massive delay, I just had so much happening IRL and it caused me to forget a LOT of the stuff I had planned for this chapter, but I assure you, I will do my best to keep myself consistent.

Looks like the last chapter got a bit more of a backlash than I thought... Just please note that I'm going to try and nerf the Semblance as much as I can while still keeping it viable in combat. This will be discovered once they get to experimenting with the semblance, but for now I just hope my word is enough...

Also, I want to apologize for the long updates as IRL issues took place that I needed to take care of... It won't be the last these pop up but I wanted to warn you.

Now then, on with the questions!

Ride player hary... Yes, you just read that. XD But as I said, it will be nerfed.

Demons Anarchy of Pride... Yes.

The Mind Master, we will get into that when he experiments with his semblance.

Betoran... No, your eyes do not deceive you. That is literally what happened.

And that was easy enough... Oh well, on with the story!

I own nothing but Dichro/Steven and the new guy coming in.

)-Legend-(

"Yo!" - Speaking

'Is he an idiot?' - Thinking

"Dearest love," - Reading

"Kaishin no Ippatsu!" - Specials

)-First Person PoV-(

Death...

Desolation...

Despair...

These are what my children feed upon...

These are what the world deserves...

These are what my name alone brings...

And yet... Never in my near-everlasting life... Have I ever felt such a devastating, grand, and quite honestly... chaotic... power.

As I look out to the birthing grounds of my children, I notice the sky was not the same... Instead of the normal black and gorgeous crimson blood red that I have grown to adore, an atrocious cloud cover of teal and violet covered my view of the sky. Crimson and orange lightning continuously hurtle across and between the clouds. The winds are strong enough that even my precious children are forced to seek shelter from the storm...

I had already commanded my children to find the source of this storm and, if possible, remove it by any means necessary... No sooner than I had done this, however, two of my followers approached me... Fear etched into their faces... It was unusual to see Tyrian express fear in anything but myself... Arthur, on the other hand, wasn't so out of place.

"What is it...?" I demanded with a calm tone that belied my infuriation as I glared at them. It seems whatever is causing this... storm... is affecting them even more than I am them...

Curiouser and curiouser... I wonder what could cause such distress?

"Madam..." Arthur addressed me as he fidgeted at several of the closer lightning strikes, "We believe we MAY have found the source of the storm..."

"And have you not dealt with it, yet?" I asked in annoyance.

"We can't," Tyrian... As blunt as ever... "Because... Nothing we used affected it - at all - not even the Grimm."

"Then I thank you for bringing this to my attention..." I stated icily before glaring at them even more and requesting, "Where is it?"

Arthur, quick as his wit, answered this question, "I-In the ballroom parlor, madam... However, I urge that we make haste."

I did not question him... Instead, I merely nodded and held my hand out to gesture the two to lead the way. They lead me to the extravagant room and whatever I had anticipated to be the cause of the storm... What I saw was not it...

A swirling vortex of violet, amber, and pitch black energy laid perpetually hovering in the middle of the room with the same orange and crimson lightning from the storm arcing across the vortex and the room. The lightning appeared to be striking anything that moved from small bits of furniture to whole parts of the room and even my precious children that got too close. As I stepped closer to it, I noticed something... peculiar... A curled figure was inside the vortex; the figure itself appeared to have some kind of... 'armor'... on it judging from the silhouette it made. It's shoulders were uneven in terms of their sizes and several parts of their body looked a bit 'mismatched' would be the term for it; but I didn't ponder on this for long as I noticed a brilliant white glow forming around the figure's torso. I turned to my followers, ready to command they aid this individual out of their predicament, when one of the bolts of lightning soared past me and struck Tyrian through his chest; leaving him with a charred hole in his torso that he clutched at vainly before his life left him and caused his body to collapse. Another bolt soon found it's own target as the head of Arthur was claimed in it's assault; leaving the headless ponch to fall backwards from the force of the strike. I turned back to the vortex, ready to unleash my full wrath upon this... trespasser... when I heard something 'odd' coming from the vortex... It was almost like... A tune.

"MIGHTY JUMP! MIGHTY KI-KI-KCHK-DANGER! DANGER! DEATH THE-KCHK-MIGH~TY~-KCHK-CRISIS! ACTION~ ZOMBIE X!"

As this went on, the vortex seemed to consume itself as it sunk into the light of the figure. Each passing second, the vortex grew smaller and smaller until all that remained was a large and very dark violet pall of smoke surrounding a new silhouette; this one more akin to a normal human male and yet... Strangely, I had a feeling he was more than he let on. As the billow slowly wafted away, leaving only enough to envelope the figure as the ashes of my children would their skin, the figure was revealed to be a man whom appeared to be in his thirties with black hair wearing what appeared to be a tuxedo with a black shirt and a white tie... though it was his odd features that lead me to confirm my suspicions that he was not human at all. His upper left face and his right shoulder were both missing; replaced with what appeared to be flames made of orange and yellow rectangles. Under his right eye were three black stripes, each one wider than the last with the one closest to his nose being the thinnest, that ran down from his lower eyelid all the way down his neck. Across multiple parts of his body were large white words that read "ERROR" along with parts of his black tuxedo being white as if they were cut and then sewed back on with the wrong color. Lastly were his legs... or the lack thereof from the mid-thigh down. Where his legs and feet would be, the smoke increased in density.

The figure closed his eye and inhaled slowly as he brought his hands outward and brought his head up to the ceiling before he exhaled just as slowly. He smirked as if he had just accomplished a lifelong goal of his before opening his eye and finally speaking.

"So clo-clo-close," he whispered to himself; speaking in a stutter that almost seemed like a player scratching as it replayed itself, "So very c-close... But it looks like godho-hood is still one more milestone away-y-y... Such a shame..." He looked around the destroyed parlor before his snide grin grew wide and said, "Yet this time-time... I do not have that insufferable huma-man personality to hold me back-back-back... And it looks like I have a NEW te-te-testing ground to work with..."

"Who and what are you?" I demanded of this trespasser who simply looked at me with his head tilted sideways and curiosity in his eye. "And what business do you have to invade MY sanctum?" The man simply chuckled darkly as he shook his head with a sneer before simply stating, "Don't-t-t you know that it's ru-rude to ask for someone's name without giv-giving your own first? It is, af-af-after a-all common courtesy."

I merely glared at him harder as I pushed my aura to the forefront thinking it would be enough to make this man cower like all the others... Yet he did not; he simply shrugged his shoulders and shook his head before continuing his speech.

"As for what I-am and what I'm doing here..." he began, "I am... a shad-d-d-dow... A mere shell o-of my former image... Or shoul-ould I say... Of what I COU-COULD have been?"

"Could have been?" I parroted him in confusion as he chuckled darkly once more; I did not like this man one bit.

"Indeed," he replied, "My main goal has been and al-always will be to attain godline-ne-ness; to become immo-mortal... And... Eter-ter-ternal."

)-Back at Beacon-(

)-Third Person PoV-(

Everyone stared at the dichromatic young lad in confusion as he gripped his head and whispered in almost a cross between panic and excitement, though only Yang and Pyrrha could make out what he had said. Both girls looked even more confused at this but Yang was the only other one beginning to panic as she felt his fear penetrate her soul. "Dichro, calm down," she tried pleading with him as she hugged him before asking, "What do you mean your Semblance is 'Eternal'? And why is it such a big deal?"

Dichro merely chuckled awkwardly as he looked at her with an almost thousand yard stare before answering with, "I'm sorry, Yang... It's just... I don't know whether I should be fanboying all over the place or scared out of my damned mind..."

"Perhaps if you explain what you mean by 'Eternal', we can understand why you feel the way you do," Ozpin suggested. Dichro merely nodded as he closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, holding it in for a second or two before letting it out slowly. Cautiously, he began his exposition, "Okay... There was once a time where Kamen Riders and those they fought had to use devices called Gaia Memories instead of Gashats... These memories held incredible powers called Maximum Drives, but one among them held power to control them all. The device was the Eternal Gaia Memory, and the Kamen Rider who had this device was also called Eternal... Eternal's Maximum Drive was that it could negate any other Gaia Memory in it's range..." Everyone looked on in wide-eyed shock as he continued, "That's not the only reason, though... In a sense, if your Semblance cannot be used, it can be viewed as the 'death of the soul' in a way... And death is the only thing that is viewed as 'eternal'..."

"Hence why you said 'My Semblance is Eternal'..." Professor Port mused as he stroked his chin, "This is indeed most troubling."

The headmaster called out for everyone's attention at that moment, "Everyone, whatever you have seen or heard here must never be told to anyone; not even family."

"WHAT?!" Ruby cried out in shock as she had planned to tell her dad and uncle that she had found someone with, in her opinion, an epic Semblance, "But why?!"

Ozpin turned to the young reaper, walked up to her, and put a hand on her shoulder as he said, "Because, Ruby, there are people out there that would abuse Dichro's power for their own personal gain; even good people like your uncle."

"What are you talking about?" Yang asked as she turned her attention from Dichro to the headmaster, who in turn looked at her and answered, "Your Uncle Qrow's Semblance is, quite literally, Misfortune; he brings bad luck to all those around him - even himself and his family. Have you not wondered 'why' he rarely stays in one place for too long or 'why' he hardly ever visits you except for training?'

Both siblings went wide-eyed in shock and confusion, but Yang suddenly felt surprise and realization coming off of her bondmate as he stared at the Dumbledore of Remnant and said, "That's the kind of person that would do their damnest to stay close to me..."

"Exactly," Ozpin replied, "You would be his only chance at having some semblance of a normal day or, if he really became desperate, a normal life. There are also people that would use your Semblance for their own dark purposes... This is why we cannot have anyone learn of your Semblance."

At this, everyone nodded and each in their own way swore to keep silent on everything they learned here; though there was one thing several people were wondering as this was going on, and, when it was finished, Yang was the one to voice their confusion.

"Say, Dichro... Where DID you learn to fight like that?" the blond brawler asked.

Her bondmate merely grinned lopsidedly and blushed lightly as he scratched the back of his head and chuckled before saying, "Well... I did take some kickboxing lessons back when I was younger - when I was 10 I think."

"Wait..." Yang interjected before speaking up again, "What's 'kickboxing'?"

Dichro turned to her in utter shock as he asked, "You... You've never heard of kickboxing?" When she shook her head negative, his shock only grew as he said, "H-How?! I mean you practically use it every time you fight. Granted the form's a bit rough and more attuned to normal boxing, but still..."

Pyrrha finally lost her patience as she interrupted his musings by questioning him, "I'm sorry, but... What do "boxes" have to do with fighting?" Yang suddenly felt the short guy's unbridled annoyance as he turned to her with a deadpanned expression and said, "You've GOTTA be joking..." When she, too, shook her head 'no' in genuine confusion, he slapped his forehead with his hand and ran it down his face in an annoyed chuckle before saying, "Someone, help me please..."

"I think it might be a popular sport where he's from," Ren deduced as he walked up to Pyrrha.

The ant faunus looked up at the young man before saying, "Ren, you are a life-saver; boxing and kickboxing are both sports. There are similarities between the two, but there are also vast differences. Both are exhibition match sports in which -"

"You mean like wrestling?!" Nora asked excitedly, interrupting the dichromatic young man.

"How do you know what wrestling is and not wha- Y'know what, I'm not gonna bother..." Dichro stated before continuing his explanation, "Anyway, they are both sports that have three minute rounds to determine a winner. In both, a boxer can win by knockout which means they literally knock their opponent out cold, by making their opponent incapable of getting up before the referee counts to 10 seconds, or by making their opponent forfeit the match by having their trainer throw their towels into the ring; sort of like a white flag. In kickboxing, you can also win by the opponent tapping out..."

"Which explains why you didn't realize my kneeling was a sign of forfeit..." Pyrrha inferred as she listened in. Dichro merely nodded before continuing, "Exactly. There's also other rules. In boxing, you're only allowed to use something called boxing gloves which are actually somewhat large and not very well cushioned, if at all..."

At this, Ruby spouted out in shock, "Someone could get hurt that way; why would anyone do that?!"

"That's kinda the point," Dichro explained, "In wrestling, there are some things, NOT all, that are staged, but the only way you're gonna get anything staged in boxing and kickboxing is by bribing the opponent into taking a fall. People have actually been killed in both rings because boxers got careless." He waited for everyone to calm down before he continued, "In kickboxing, there are no gloves, but you're only allowed to use your hands and feet. Both do not allow anyone to hit below the belt or above the thighs; those are considered low-blows."

"Stands to reason why..." Jaune stated.

"And you were taught to fight such a barbaric style?" Weiss inquired as she looked at the midget guy skeptically. He nodded before saying, "Yeah, but like I said; it's been a few years since I practiced it - haven't stopped some of the exercise routines, though..."

"Then how were you able to fight so well out in the Emerald Forest and against Pyrrha and Yang?" the heiress once more interrogated, only to receive a nervous chuckle in response.

"Well, it's not hard to observe what your opponents can do..." he said simply before blushing, his embarrassment could be felt by Yang through their bond, "Also... I um... have a bad habit of... 'Monkey see, monkey do' syndrome..."

"I hate to ask this," Weiss said in annoyance, "but what does that mean?"

"Well..." Dichro hesitated as he began, "What it means is... If I saw it done once before... I try to do it myself... And I saw something similar to what I did with my spars on anime - a type of cartoon animation where I'm from..." As his embarrassment reached it's peak, everyone present stared at him in absolute and mortified horror.

"Um... You guys okay?" he asked before looking to Ozpin, who; for the second time in his life, was rendered speechless. This time, however, the headmaster was not having any of it. 'He needs to be reigned in,' Ozpin thought to himself, 'Otherwise, he will put himself and countless others at risk; not just for his callous actions but because of what he is and the knowledge he possesses.' The man turned to Dichro and glared at the boy harshly before stating, "You, Mr. Spectrum, will be signed up for extra curricular combat training classes everyday after normal classes and on weekend mornings; this will not be negotiable and will be effective immediately Monday."

When this was said, everyone but Dichro looked at the headmaster as if he had grown a third head; Dichro raised an eyebrow before asking, "So... what? That means I'm not allowed to ever leave the academy or something? That's kinda the vibe I'm getting..."

"Unfortunately, yes," Ozpin said briskly, "Until you can prove to us that you can fight without relying on your so-called 'techniques', you will spend every day after classes with either a special tutor or one of the professors."

"Ah, crapbaskets..." the dichromatic young man whispered in annoyance before thinking to himself, 'This is going to be hell in a handbasket now...'

)-The Next Day-(

)-First Person PoV-(

Another day... Another chance of making a fool out of myself...

I still cannot believe I was able to win not only against Pyrrha or Yang, but both of them one after another... Though I have to admit, Yang was tougher because her hits made me tingle in all the sore ways; I even had to ask Team JNPR if I could borrow their bathtub for almost 2 hours straight just to relax my muscles enough to meditate last night - let alone sleep! And yeah, I still don't have a dorm to stay in yet, nor a scroll of my own... But speaking of meditating, something weird happened...

When I finally started getting into my meditation, Yang practically burst out of the door looking like there was a war going on outside her room. It scared the living hell outta me! When I asked her what was going on, she said that something was "going on with our bond"... I was confused at this and asked her to describe what she meant. She simply said, "I dunno, it felt like there was some kind of hurricane of emotions or somethin' was going on and you were in the center of it." She asked what I was doing and when I told her that all I was doing was meditating, she looked at me like I had just lied through my teeth before asking me to do it again just to prove myself. I did and well... She asked me to stop because she felt it again. "We're gonna have to find out what's causing that later," was all I said before we told each other good night and I finally managed to fall asleep out of mental exhaustion of trying to figure out what caused that...

Anyway, the next morning I woke up, I found myself face to face with the adorkable little leader of Team RWBY. She told me that her scroll went off with a message from Ozpin saying that I needed to meet with Goodwitch immediately at the armory and forge workshop; that my time without a true weapon was coming to an end. Crapbaskets, I forgot about that...

I am so not looking forward to this...

I quickly asked what time it was and Ruby had mentioned the sun wasn't even up; meaning it wasn't even 6 in the morning yet... I sighed and thanked her, suggesting she try and go back to sleep, before I started some quick push-ups to get myself warmed up. With that done, I left the dormitories and wandered around the outside of Beacon trying to find where the armory was. It was by sheer dumb luck I happened upon a girl with long, brown hair and a pair of long, brown bunny ears in a Beacon Uniform wandering around as if looking for something; I must have been taking too long if they sent Velvet out to find me... Lo and behold, when she spotted me, she rushed up to and greeted me as warmly as she could muster.

"G'morning. Um... You wouldn't happen to be Dichro Spectrum, would you?" she asked rather timidly. I simply nodded before asking her for her name, since I knew that technically I wasn't supposed to know it, and if she was sent to fetch me, to which she replied, "My name's Velvet Scarlatina, and... Well, yes... I am... Professor Goodwitch thought it prudent to have my team hunt you down in a sense. I'll let the others know I found you before we head to the armory."

With that, she called up her team with her scroll before leading me to a rather impressive building that resembled a metalwork shop my mom used to work at. The outside was nothing too grand except for the size of it and how many ventilation shafts were running through and around the sides; just a rather normal, tented roof silver building with a sign out front with "Beacon Academy Armory and Forge" with a smaller sign beneath it that read "Please refrain from bringing Fire Dust into this vicinity without prior authorization". Wow, sounds like someone got in trouble doing that same thing. Velvet ushered me into the building which comprised of a LOT of machines, a stand near the entrance with a variety of "Stock Weapons", a few large cauldrons that I presumed were for the molten metals for the actual weapon forgings, and a LOT of... cubicals I think my big sis would call them? They all were rather small 10'x10' areas with long tables, a Dust Dispenser I think they're called in each one, and a LOT of tools. 'Those must be the areas where the weapons are maintained or built...' I mused before turning to see Glynda looking at me with a small smile as she walked up to me.

"Good morning, Mr. Spectrum," she greeted me before handing me a red rectangular object with a gold diamond in the middle, golden lines along the edges of each panel, and rounded blue corners. "This will be your personal scroll. Make sure you keep this on you at ALL times from this moment on as many of the professors, myself included, will be checking to see if students have them on their person. And before you ask, the color choice was a request from Professor Ozpin himself." She then motioned to a bag that was laying next to the weapons stand before speaking again, "Over there is your new school uniforms; and I do mean plural as I know you currently lack any other form of clothing at the moment due to your... unique stature."

"Yeah yeah, it's because I'm short; don't try to sugarcoat it," I said annoyed at how Goodwitch just tried to dance around that fact. Judging from the look on her face, she was just as annoyed at me as I was at her.

"Be that as it may-" she began before being interrupted as two young men jogged inside the building to them; one of them was tall and athletic-looking with shaved-short black hair and tanned skin while the other had dark skin and dark, messy copper hair that had a long fringe and a cowlick - both of them wearing Beacon Uniforms. The tall one, Yatsu if I remember right, spoke up first by saying, "Sorry we're late. Just got word that Coco's made a quick stop for coffee."

"Yeah, she even made that lame excuse about how 'she'll start working when her coffee does'..." Fox, the copper haired guy, mentioned sarcastically. Hearing about the stuff just made me want to gag - I hate coffee...

"Very well then," Glynda began as her face contorted to disappointment at the news before turning to me and continuing, "We will have to continue without her, for the moment..."

'Saved by the damned bell,' I thought to myself in relief.

"For the moment, we need to get your fellow student acquainted with how the process works for creating a mechshift weapon," she said in an almost nonchalant voice. That got me scared for a moment as I panicked and asked, "Whoa, wait a minute, isn't this like something that takes years of education to understand like engineering or rocket science?"

"Why would rockets have a science of their own?" Velvet asked me in morbid curiosity. This got me even more concerned so I simply said to forget that last part. Glynda answered my question regardless, "Mr. Spectrum, even first year Signal students can perform a weapons construction with the ease of use technology that we have... Granted, maintaining such weapons is the hunter's duty and responsibility to uphold but each weapon comes with its own instructions on how to dismantle and reconstruct it based on the wielder's preferences."

I was absolutely lost... I thought it'd take an absolute genius to do all that. Evidently, Velvet saw my concerns and tried to put them to rest.

"There are five actually simple steps to follow when making a brand new weapon," she began to explain, "The first and most obvious is to pick out what form or forms you want your weapon to assume. You can find out which weapons feel best suit you over at the Stock Weaponry stand. The second step is to choose a transformation method if you want it to transform. If not, you can skip this step. Once these have been picked out, you then need to decide on what materials you wish to make the weapon out of. You can find charts on what all the materials do for each component of your weapon over by the forge. After that, for the final two steps, it's just a matter of actually forging the components necessary and finally piecing it together like a jigsaw puzzle or a model kit."

'Hmmm... Sounds like even a total idiot can't screw this up unless he's actually trying to sabotage his own build... Also explains why just about everyone has their own handmade weapon instead of an heirloom like Jaune...' My thoughts whizzed through my head on multiple different weapons combinations before one thought struck me in particular... But I needed to make sure it was actually possible before I did anything with it. I turned to Professor Goodwitch and asked her how many weapons I could forge at any given time.

"You can forge as many as you feel are necessary for your fighting style, Mr. Spectrum," she answered with a small smile that vanished as she continued, "I must warn you, however, that, due to the nature of mechshift components, upgrading existing weapons is best left to licensed professionals."

"Well there goes my idea for helping Jaune out with his shield..." I whispered, but Fox heard me regardless.

"If you wanted to help the guy out, you could just make him a brand new shield and call it a gift," he suggested. The idea wasn't all that bad, to be honest, I just didn't know how Jaune would feel about it... Then again, I kinda did promise him that I'd help him with it...

I mulled over my choices until eventually I came to a decision that would ultimately dictate my course of action for the remainder of my time on Remnant... I looked back at the others and said, "I think... I think I'm more comfortable being on the front lines, but need some kind of ranged cover to help compensate for being so small..."

"That is a wise choice, my friend," Yatsu said, holding his fist out for what I assumed was a knuckle bump before speaking again, "I and my teammates will do what we can to aid you." I smiled and returned the favor, but... Before I had realized what I'd done, the damage was already dealt.

The big guy cringed the moment my fist made contact with his larger one before he held it and yelled out in pain, "YEOWCH!", as he held his presumably injured hand with his free one. I instantly panicked and tried to apologize, "Sorry - my bad! I'm still trying to get used to my ant strength!" This shocked all present members of Team CFVY whom stared at me in shock.

"Ant..." Fox started with Yatsu finishing right behind him with, "Strength...?"

"You mean to say that you are an Ant Faunus?!" Velvet asked in an almost excited tone. I simply chuckled nervously and scratched the back of my head before asking, "I guess Professor Goodwitch didn't mention that, did she?"

"No, I had not," Glynda said as she watched the scene play out with an amused look in her eye despite her scowl, "And it was for the simple fact that I had not anticipated their reactions to such news."

"Before we go off track," I interjected, "I'd still like to apologize for hurting you, Yatsu-"

"No problem," Yatsu interrupted me as he put his good hand on my shoulder, "As you said, you're still getting used to your strength. More than likely you've been raised by people who are able to handle your full strength, no?"

"Er... something like that?" I said in a more questioning tone than I would have liked... "Regardless, I need to find something that suits my style... Something that I can throw with ease to help increase my range quite a bit or shift into a gun to give a slight boost to both range and power..."

At this, Velvet perked up and asked, "How about a shotgun?" The idea actually wasn't that bad; shotguns normally have an okay medium range and are really powerful - especially in close range, and they are also relatively quick to reload... But I didn't think one was going to put me on par with the rest of the students... "That's a good idea, but... I don't think one shotgun will cover it..." I said as I walked over to the stock weapons and picked up a 'small' inline-barrel shotgun that was as long as my arm was from mid-bicep to my fingertips, "I... I think two would be a better option."

"Nice choice for a firearm, but you still need something that you can increase your melee range with, as you said," Fox complimented as he pointed towards the melee weapons available. I was tempted to pick the Chakram up, but decided against it as it was A; too big, and B; not really shotgun efficient... I picked up many different weapons from daggers to mauls and even swords to see just what worked best. I kept the longsword as a reference point for a future project, but I still couldn't find any right fits... That was before I saw a simple, small hatchet that had a straight shaft on it. If I remember dad's old stories, it was called a tomahawk; a kind of all purpose axe that could be used for woodcutting or, as he put it, people killin' by being used for hand-to-hand or by being thrown. I picked it up and inspected it before nodding and holding up both the tomahawk and the shotgun to the others. As I did, I proclaimed, "These are what my weapons will be based around." They each complimented me on the choice of weapons before leading me to a computer that showed all kinds of mechanisms as well as metals and materials to use in the construction of the weapon.

As I followed their guidance, I soon found myself practically drawing out what the weapons would look like from my own imagination... Eventually it was time to finally put the weapons together... And whoo boy... They were a force to be reckoned with.

In their tomahawk mode, the blades were black with a blue bite on one and a red bite on the other, tall but long enough that I could use them as swords, and the curved, black shafts allowed me to grip the weapons easily yet still allow for the ability to throw them at a moment's notice. The eye of the heads each had a gray, circular device with golden circles inside it that showed where it split apart during the transformation sequence. Along the poll of the head, both barrels for the shotguns could be seen shortened yet ready to extend when it transformed. The chambers for the bullets were inside the cheeks of the heads if I remembered right. On the shoulder of the shafts were the trigger and trigger guard for each one along with a button on each side that activated the transformation sequence and another on the back of the shoulder for the reload mechanism. When I did this on one of them for the first time, the head of the axe split apart and spun over my hand with the barrels extending and pointing backwards until the head halves met with the barrels. They continued to rotate until the barrels eventually clicked into place connecting to the chamber which moved itself to just in front of where the eye of the axe used to be. As I looked at the shotgun forms, I noticed that the top barrel was wider than the lower one. The blue bite of the blade now ran along the bottom of the shotgun. As I pressed the button for the reload, the entire front of the shotgun split off from the eye of the axe like a shotgun would when it was being loaded; and all it took to close it up was an upward flick. I pressed the transformation button once more, and the blade parts again spun over my hands, except this time the barrels retracted and traveled the opposite way until they rested back where they were in axe mode.

I gave a few experimental swings of both weapons before finally deciding that it was what I was hoping for. I smiled brilliantly at my feat, no matter how small it seemed to those present; I had made my own weapons. Velvet clearly seemed proud as she immediately took a picture of the axes before congratulating me. Yatsu and Glynda also gave their compliments on the styling of the weapons, but Fox looked like he had something bothering him... And when he spoke, I realized what that was.

"Those are all well and good..." he began, "But what are you going to call them?"

That... was actually a good point... I knew it was common to name things after colors, but these were truly unique; to me at least, and as such deserved names just as unique... Unfortunately, I kept thinking of a certain death-themed shotgun user from a shoot'em up game I played which lead me to that company's other hit... And that's how I thought of the names...

"Plague... and Pestilence..."

xXx

And there you have it; the reveal of a new villain AND Dichro's weapons have been made! I just hope it is good enough to pass for a chapter this time around... Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it, and until next time...

See ya next game!