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Remnant's Courier
Chapter VII
Psychological
The Courier woke up to extremely bright flashing lights, uncomprehensible squabble, and the feeling of cold metal around his wrists, arms and legs.
He quickly realized that after his episode with Kuro, and that strange woman, either Ozpin or some other commander that he didn't know about, had arranged for him to be imprisoned. Which was a good choice, especially for what he had done.
The woman that had appeared next to him after Kuro had taken over his senses and body, had told him of a fairy tale called the Maidens being true, of the silver-eyed warriors and other mythological/legends that could possibly be true.
Like the old wise wizard, and the old witch being rivals but according to her, she didn't think those to be true. She hadn't told him why she was in his mind, other then a mention of similar existences/other stuff that he either didn't comprehend or was too worried about those kids that had attempted to get him back.
It seemed as if they had succeeded, despite the fact that it was mostly due to that woman's intervention, and the fact that he saw that people were actually trying to help him out, which had inspired him.
The woman whom he had decided to call Taylor, simply for the fact that he had nothing to base his name on her. He couldn't even describe her properly apart from the fact that her hair changed colour depending on her mood, that she could beat him in a fight, and she wore the combination of Weiss, Blake and Ruby's outfit, into an actually reasonably cool looking outfit.
Taylor had helped him out, and she was apparently trying to organize his brain enough that she could talk to him. But, he wasn't stupid and could tell that it was going to take time, whatever she said about that it wasn't going to take as long as he thought it would.
He did appreciate the fact that she helped him out, whatever cynical thoughts sprouted about the whole situation.
A loud creak sounded out, and he turned his head towards the sound, his hair due to sweat and the fact that he hadn't been in water/had a shower hiding his vision for a second.
"Weiss? Is that you?" Six asked, a raspy voice sounding extremely foreign to his ears. At the very least, he recognized quite a few of her features.
"I'm Winter Schnee, her sister." The white-haired woman answered, clinically. Her eyes narrowed at his form, as she demanded, "How do you know my sister?"
He let out a small chuckle, "I know her since I'm 'friends' with her. We don't talk much, but she seems nice under that cold exterior. Which means a similar situation to you."
"Don't inquire about me... But I swear that if anything has happened to my sister because of you, I will disect you into a million pieces." The woman threatened, her sword shoving into his face.
"Just ask her. She probably really wants to see you, and you can't apparently..." He taunted, knowing that she was probably his observer during his incarceration, and he hated going to prison for something out of his control.
He still had his Pip Boy on him, but they had chained his arms so good that he could barely move his hands. He honestly didn't know how Mitchell had gotten that thing off, and they hadn't seemed to crack it either.
She growled, and a glyph was unwillingly summoned... Which meant an inheritable power like Ruby and her mother?
"Shut up, you psychopath!" Winter shot back, angrily.
He snarled, an ugly expression on his usually calm face. "Fuck you, you narcissic bitch!"
He was officially not going to apologize for any of his comments. He wasn't stupid, he could tell that supposed duty and loyalty was stopping her visiting her sister, who wanted her to see her achievements or even a bit of advice which was stupid, in his opinion.
She was suddenly in his face, and she slapped him in the cheek. He responded by headbutting her, smiling at the fact that even Aura, couldn't help from a well placed headbutt, as she was forced back a few steps.
"How do you like that, Winter?" He asked, a sneer on his face as she shook her hand, at his reinforced body. He was a cyborg at this point, with a reinforced brain, heart and nearly all of his bones being reinforced.
She let out a small cry of frustration, but immediately straightened herself as a male voice sounded out. "Calm down, Winter. Ozpin, Qrow and I are coming in."
And thus entered three males, all with (in his opinion) weapons that seemed to be mandatory for their style, apart from Ozpin with his cup of coffee.
"So, you didn't manage to control him as you said that you would, eh?" A man with a stubble of a beard, snarked at the white-haired woman. She responded with merely a sneer.
"Haha. Hah." Imra quipped, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "She couldn't control her anger, at a little picking at her weaknesses."
"Neither could you, Imra." Ozpin remarked, sipping from his coffee.
"I might have been fine with it, if I wasn't in fucking chains, and being isolated. But hey, what do I know? I'm a fucking Wastelander, with no clue how the fuck this world works." He replied, bitterly.
Ozpin frowned for an unnoticable reason, and asked cautiously. "Imra? Is there another personality in your head, apart from Kuro?"
"A woman, that I'm going to call Taylor because I don't even know her name." He answered, with a rise of his eyebrow. "And don't ask me when she got here, because I don't know. I've done this so many times, and I haven't seen her until now."
"Wait, you do this thing reguarly back in this Mojave place?" Qrow asked, seemingly half shocked, and half pitiful.
"Yep. You're lucky that he hasn't done anymore damage then he already has, because I can do a fuckton of damage if I really wanted to." Imra replied, a distasteful frown on his face at the mention of Kuro. "So, what are you going to do with me? I'm obviously too dangerous to be in contact with probably anyone, so what are you going to do with me?"
"We first need to analyse your psychological state, before acting." The black-haired man stated, the first time that he had said anything; since he had told that they were coming to Winter.
"I think that you can tell that I'm a fucked up person," The Courier stated, bluntly. "I don't think that many people have my problem, eh?"
Ozpin glanced at Winter, uncomfortably, but she acquiesed with a curt nod. "There was a student at Beacon called Blanche Schnee about ten years ago, who had nearly the same problem as you, but not as extreme."
"There was no name for her other personality, was there?" He said.
"No, but she calmed down after she went on a trip for two years, visiting Mistral and other places. But, she died seven years ago when she fought off Grimm for her younger sister Weiss, who has locked the memory from her psyche. Blanche doesn't exist for her, because of that event." He continued.
"What was she like after she calmed down," A feminine voice suddenly asked, as she also entered the room, wearing a lab coat, and a Pip Boy?
"Where did you get that from?" Imra demanded, a weird expression on his face at seeing a Wastelander. "Which Vault did you come from?"
Qrow and Winter looked confused, but a look from their commanders made something clear.
The brown-haired woman blinked at the mention of a Vault, and replied, "Vault 111... Why?"
"I'm just curious, because I'm wondering how the fuck you got here. You don't seem to have a lot of combat-worthiness, but you're obviously a thinker instead. Why come here?" Imra continued, narrowing his eyes distrustfully.
"I reckon that I came here the same way, that you came. And I didn't come here on purpose." She replied.
"Wait... You discovered my base?" Six questioned, an amused smirk on his face. "Did you notice my traps, and then it opened up into my armoury, right?"
"Er... Yes? All I did was shoot at one trap." The woman said, nervously. "Is that a problem?"
"Nah... Because I did redact my journal, that you undoubtedly read. I'm right, aren't I?" The Courier replied, with his eyes drifting to his chains. "When am I getting out of these things?"
"When you've proved that you're still psychologically stable, since this woman apparently has some experience with mental health issues." The revolver-using man answered, firmly. "I know that you'll want to rebel; thus Winter shall be keeping a lookout on your case."
"Just a quick question..." Imra asked, with a nod to the man called Ironwood, according to the conversation with Schnee. "Where am I exactly?"
"Beacon and yes, RWBY, JNPR, Neo can visit you if they choose to." Qrow replied, avoiding to actually say his nieces names.
"What about Torchwick?" He continued.
"He's going to be your roommate, since he's currently going through an interrogation." Winter said, peering down at him.
"Finally, a face that isn't either weary, angry or stoically hiding shit." Six said, sarcastically. Which were both words that did not go together, normally.
And he was left alone with the strange fellow Wastelander, that was analysing him. He decided to get out of here, quickly as possible and started to tap his fingers against the chair.
Hopefully they'd be sensible to let him out if either wanted a shit, or a piss. Yes, he was angry about the whole situation, but figured that fighting either Pyrrha, Nora or Yang would be a viable option.
"How do you think that you got this problem?" She tentatively asked, fingering her gun.
"I got shot in the head, in exactly the right spot to make me like this. And least, that was what Doc Mitchell told me about this whole shitstorm." He answered, boredly as he looked at her straight in the eyes.
"What did you do to the one that did this to you?"
"I shot his legs off, and then asked the Legion to crucify him before I fucked them over." The Courier answered, bluntly, noting that she was now swallowing hardly. "What's your name, then?"
"Laura." She replied, honestly. "Any friends of note to speak of?"
"I had a few friends back in the Mojave, who all got killed by either the Legion, NCR or the dangers of the Divide. Over here... I guess that I have Ruby, her team, JNPR, and Neo." The Conqueror of the Divide listed off.
"Were you the one who fought off Ulysses, and then reasoned with him?"
"Yeah, why?" He said, warily. "What did he do?"
"He conquered the entirety of the Eastern United States, and said his reasons were because of a man called Courier Six, who's the only one who could possibly beat him in a fight." The woman answered, slight admiration in her voice.
"At the very least, he admits that I could fuck him over." The man muttered, under his breath, wondering over that fight.
The fight with that man had destroyed Ulysses' Temple, (after they had fought off the marked men), a good section of the Divide, and killed thousands of the Tunnellers in the crossfire. He wondered how Ulysses had dealt with those fuckers, but that wasn't a problem for him.
"What the hell are the point of these questions?" He asked, bluntly and loudly.
"I need to gain a grasp of your character, and then decide if you're ready to be let out." Laura said, her pen falling towards his feet, and out of her reach.
He shoved it back with his foot, and she smiled. "And that is the reason that I reckon that you can be let out, at the moment. Isn't this woman in your head, organizing stuff in there?"
"Maybe she is, maybe she isn't." The Courier answered, guardedly.
"I can tell that she is. I'm not an idiot. I did get 10 intelligence in my SPECIAL test."
"That doesn't mean anything, and you know it, since I have only 5 intelligence, but I managed to outwit and beat Ulysses, who has ten in every SPECIAL characteristic." Imra retorted.
"Hmm. Maybe." The strange woman said in response. "But, do you know if she's going to get rid of Kuro?"
"Firstly, she's called Taylor, and she's currently organizing my mind so that she can talk to me whenever she wants to."
"Can't Kuro do that with you?" Laura asked, curiously.
"Only if what I percieve as negative emotions spike," he answered, realizing something. "He's been planning this ever since I got here, that motherfucker."
"What?"
"It was weird, because for a while he was all cool, and then this fucking happens." He ranted, angrily his face turning ugly.
"Calm down! You'll only awaken Kuro and nobody wants that to happen again, do we?" Laura ordered, gently. Similar to a mother, in all respects, he realized.
He forgot what his mother was like, it was all... Gone, after Benny had fucked him over through his simple deliverying of a package. Then again, he would've probably never arrived here, stopped Ulysses, Father Elijah amongst other things.
And it had all started over a single man's greediness, and ended with his transportation to Remnant.
But all that was in the past, and Ulysses had taken up as the leader of the Mojave (he assumed) and would eventually conquer the entirety of the USA. He was certainly strong enough, intelligent, and other shit.
But, hopefully Ulysses would take up Arcade, who was the only one who hadn't died in the harsh conditions that the Mojave gave.
Laura had left him to his thoughts, which was well appreciated as he brooded.
Like an anime character.
Jaune wondered why he was the one to tell of the events involving Imra, when he had barely done anything apart from strategize, and force Imra back barely a single step.
He entered the headmaster's office, gulping at the sight of Qrow, Ironwood and Ozpin looking at him collectively.
"So, he's the one who knocked out Courier Six before Kuro could possibly gain control again?" The general asked.
"Yes. He might not be the best fighter, but he sure has an intuition which is impressive among Hunters." Ozpin commended, which made the boy blush in embrassment.
"Using general nouns nowadays?" commented Qrow, who quickly took a sip of his flask.
"Seems appropriate since it's an equal division of girls and boys." The grey-haired man replied.
"Er... Why did you call me up here, instead of Pyrrha or Ruby?" Jaune asked, mustering his courage.
"Have you heard of the silver-eyed warriors, the Maidens, the Witch and the Wizard, the Divided One and the Faker?" Ozpin questioned, as he sipped of his tea.
"Don't remember any of them, sorry." The boy answered, frowning in concentration.
"The silver-eyed warriors tale, is about a girl who lost her mother to the Grimm, and was angry enough to scare of the Grimm with her eyes. She then became the savior of a country, according to the tale." Ironwood explained, waiting for something.
Did sound similar to what Ruby had told him of her past. "Sounds familiar... You're talking about Ruby nearly exactly, at least the first part."
"It is Ruby's ancestor." Qrow deadpanned, with a sip of his flask.
"You're kidding me." Jaune replied, immediately. "Do you think that I'm a idiot?"
"Do you think that we'd lie to you, Mister Arc?" Ironwood prodded. "I also dislike this situation, but it is necessary."
"All the fairy tales are real?" asked the boy, more worried about his friend, to care about anything. "What about the other three? They probably talk about people similar to people I know, I'd bet."
"Maybe." Ozpin stated, calmly. "Mister Arc, why do you think that you've been brought here?"
"...I don't know." The Arc finally answered, with a frown.
"Despite the fact that many of the stories revolve around the first three, there are other tales like the Divided One, and the Faker. They are in the backround, because they are significantly more bloody, more dangerous, and more notably, revolve around the third one, which is heavily redacted." The headmaster continued, seriously.
"What's the uncensored version?" Jaune asked, swallowing whatever he was scared of.
"The Wizard and the Witch is severely redacted because they are the origins of nearly every fairy tale to date, excluding the Faker and the Divided One. It is redacted since the original tells of the Witch wanted to essentially create Grimm. The Wizard agreed, because he loved her, and they created the Grimm. The Wizard thought that she was creating evil monsters, and attempted to stop her. The Witch pleaded with him, saying that she wasn't doing so, but the Wizard stopped the experiment anyway. The Grimm in their infancy, were attuned to the negative emotions that the two were displaying and became the things that you see now." Ozpin told, his eyes becoming sadder as he continued.
"The Witch turned into the mother of the Grimm, who obeyed her every command. In response, and to save the humans whom the Witch hated, the Wizard created the Maidens, and the silver-eyed warriors. Other fairy tale writers, based it upon that – the Witch becoming the villain, who created all of the villains in their stories, and the Wizard doing the same, but with heroes." The headmaster continued.
"What about the Faker, and the Divided One?" The teen questioned, curiously.
"You shouldn't really seperate the two. They interwine into one tale, eventually. In fact, we shouldn't really call them tales, more like legends seeped into reality." Ironwood said to the boy.
"I mean, what are they about?"
The trio shared a glance, that Jaune didn't notice since he was thinking about the repercussions if Ruby activated her power, and the fact that fairy tales were suddenly becoming true...
"The Faker existed with the Maidens, but was completely independent from them in many ways. He helped the original Kingdoms in their time of need, acting out before the Maidens could arrive. But, the origins of his name come from the fact that he could temporarily slow down time, and he faked his way into an academy for Hunters, to gain training there. He was reasonably competent, but quickly realized that he was outmatched. His drive to suceed was gained, and he concentrated on training his body, and aura. He didn't have any particular advantage, but in pure determination he did." The Atlas native explained, motioning for Qrow to continue.
"And that is where the Divided One comes in, from nowhere. He had arrived here by accident, and quickly fought against the Faker, soundly defeating him. The older man noted the boy's talent, and decided to teach him what he knew about fighting. After a while, it was revealed that the Divided One had a mental condition, and was thus put under surveillance, and eventually the Divided One snapped. The Faker with his new fighting prowess, managed to stop the Divided One from destroying the town, with help from the Maidens." Qrow continued, with a slight tip of his head, staring down at Jaune.
"This is when it gets bloody. The school saw the Divided One as a monster who needed to be put down. The Faker decided to side with his friend, and trainer. It should be noted that the reason that the Faker sided with the One, is because he was a pariah for being so unskilled, upon arriving at the school. Only the teachers gave the boy the light of day. The Divided One and the Faker fought with a surprising amount of synchronicity, and skill. Disaster struck, and the Grimm under the orders of the Witch, decided to attack at that very moment. It was a massacre, and eventually only the staff members, the Divided One and the Faker survived. There were survivors, but they were enraged and decided to attempt to kill the Faker for his supposed treachery and the Faker, was forced to brutally murder his classmates, with his sword decapitating all of them." The alcholic told, looking at Jaune in the eyes.
The teen stared back, swallowing hard. "What? I know that I seem similar to him, but don't judge on fairy tales. The Faker's tale doesn't end like that, I bet."
"It doesn't," permitted the teacher, with a nod. "The Faker eventually finds the Witch with the Divided One, and attempt to end the threat of the Grimm forever. The Witch is surprised by how well they wre fighting against her, and used a spell to manipulate their minds, into fighting for her. This is where they interact with the Wizard, the silver-eyed warriors and the Maidens, and this whole thing ends in this battle."
"The Divided One and the Faker aren't dangerous because they are extremely fast, or strong. It is because they are extremely tenacious, and versatile. For example, the Faker used a sword primarily? Within a heartbeat, he could pull out a shotgun and shoot you in the face. The Divided One is worse, because he could actually keep up with the Wizard's group in terms of speed and strength. He could pull out a sword, and then pull out a sniper and be accurate. But, he didn't have a Aura, or a Semblance, but was surprisingly good at taking a hit since he got shot in the head, stood up and attacked the one who shot him." Ozpin took over from Qrow.
"What happened next?" Jaune questioned, uncomfortably as he tapped his feet against the ground.
"Surprisingly, the Witch won, and as she stood over the Wizard, her magic slipped from their mind. Seeing a chance to survive and rebuild what he had lost, he pleaded with the two, who also realized that they had a chance to redeem themselves, helped the Wizard. They escaped, the Witch finding out barely an hour later. By then, the Wizard had cured them of their madness, and the trio set out to find the Maidens and whatever was left of the silver-eyed warriors." Ozpin concluded. "That's how it ended. It's left historians baffled by how it abruptly ended, but they concluded that the author either died, or decided to move on."
"I'm sorry if I look like an idiot, but what does this have to do with me?" Jaune asked.
"Since these all seem to be true, Ironwood, Qrow, Goodwitch, and the leaders of every Academy have decided to try and regather the Maidens, the silver-eyed warriors and et cetera. But, then we have the problem of history repeating itself. Thus, we have decided to get the Divided One and the Faker on our side, and resistant against the mind spells." The old man said, smiling a tiny bit.
"...I'm the ancestor of the Faker, aren't I?" The boy concluded. "And either Imra or that woman is the Divided One. I'm right, right?"
"A pun worthy of Yang." commented the scythe-wielder. "But yes, you've hit the nail on the head of our thinking."
"So, I have to get trained by Imra when his psychological analysis is over, and in the meantime, train like a maniac?" The teen added, after a second of thought.
"Again, you've hit the nail on the head. And keep an eye on Ruby. I'll explain it to Yang, before she thinks you're eyeing her sister like a piece of meat." Qrow continued.
"Thanks. I'll cover anything else." Jaune appreciated the hand. It would have been complicated to explain to Yang, why he was always observing her sister.
"Well, Mister Arc; I think that you have class in half an hour, and it's been two hours since you've come here, so you'd better get going." Ozpin interrupted, and before the teen got out, he addded. "And, we'll keep you updated."
The boy nodded, and excused himself.
The pieces were all moving, and the game was on.
And Salem had the best pieces, at the moment.
AN: Didn't mean to add a lot of lore to RWBY, but oh well. Also, read all of that long-ass dialogue. Because I've made a few (hopefully good) decisions on the lore.
Also, all opinions of characters, is how THEY view shit like that. Not mine.
This move was planned. I have planned this story, and hopefully everything will make sense, soon enough.
And to the guest saying Summer Rose, I might have picked her, if she wasn't so stagnated as a character in those types of situations. But, I have something planned for her.
And officially, Jaune is a main character. Not the main, that's Imra but he's important. Also He's not going to be OP!Jaune that people want, but he'll be strong. Good. If you want OP!Jaune, read either the Games We Play, or the planned sequel, the Lie We Tell. Now that is an OP character if I've seen one, but I excuse it because Ryuugi is my senpai.
Jokes aside, everything is coming together. But this story isn't going to end at chapter 14 or anything like that, hopefully. There's some power levels that I'm going to have to sort out, because crossovers are hard to not make your main character OP-as-hell, since you probably love that character to pieces.
I'm looking at you Naruto crossover section, where even in DxD where they can destroy entire continents if they wanted to, Naruto is still the strongest. Meh. Never liked Naruto all that much anyway.
Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed because I'm going to attempt another modded playthrough of Fallout 4, and you'll see me in about twenty days or something like that.
