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Dialogue Help; Example
"Regular speech"; "It's quite normal for commoners."
'Thoughts' (also expressed regularly as observation sentences, i.e. without use of apostrophes or other punctuation); 'But it's still a little confusing.'/ Like this.
"Inner Voice"; "I say everything you don't want others to hear!"
"Empowered Speech"; "Like being possessed, or YELLING REALLY LOUD!"
"Electronically Displayed Message" (TrentSpeak); "Get on with the story, damn it!"
Christ, fine! Slavedriver...I never explained Trent, did I?
"Oh for fuc-"
No no, the audience needs this! Ahem. Trent Systema is an OC character originally from my one other RWBY fanfic, who I brought into this mayhem because I didn't want his appearance to be a one shot omake deal that I had originally intended. A fiction within fiction, mind you. Please accept his emo bishounen shota goodness into your hearts!
"You little-"
On with the story!
Chapter 6
"I swear, are these the only Grimm that I am ever going to see?" I asked myself as a pack of Beowolves began to pour out into the clearing that Trent and I were standing in. I thought it awfully convenient that we just happened to encounter a horde of Grimm, right in a wide open space that both sides could take advantage of in our fighting. As if to prove my point, the Beowolves began to fan out, encircling and entrapping us in a furry circle of soulless death.
Trent chose this moment to swat me upside the head again, not because we stood there idiotically and chose to let the Beowolves surround us, but because I had spoken key words that would allow Murphy to work his magic on us. That was his reason for standing still next to me; he had waited with his crossbow rifle ready to kill the first thing that dared to venture from beyond the trees.
That being said, it was very fortunate that none of the newly formed teams passed by the impromptu death match of man and beast.
"What a drag," I complained as pistols appeared in my hands at a twitch of the wrist. Likewise, Trent readjusted his rifle so that it would now spray bullets in a continuous fire.
"The enemy seems to be about ten strong. Odds look good, especially when you factor in all the experience that Trent has. If you had partnered with anyone else, Main Characters not included, you probably would have been screwed right about now." The Voice sure had the oddest sense of timing.
'Noted.' I replied as the creatures of darkness finally began to make there move.
Three of the Beowolves charged at me in staggered waves, slightly catching me off guard. I compensated by unloading a full clip of bullets at the forwardmost one, jumping back when the other two began swiping at me. Similarly, Trent had taken down the two that had decided to charge him in the same fashion, both of his targets taken out by the fact that his gun fired faster, longer, and had larger caliber bullets than my own. Somehow, I feel as if I should be annoyed with that statement.
'Well, I guess now is as good a time as any to conduct a live field test.'
"Trent, throw me!" I shouted as we ended up back to back.
It spoke so much of his trust in me that he did as I had asked with no hesitation.
"Urk!"
Admittedly, he probably could have grabbed me by the back of my suit jacket instead of my GG scarf, but he still got the job in done in the end.
I was sent flying toward my last two opponents, not an ideal situation for most fighters, but for me it happened to be the best approach. I reached underneath my shirt, an awkward affair that I would have to fix, and pulled out the rectangular object that Ms. Xiao Long had the pleasure of groping. As The Voice had said the other day, the thing in my hand was most certainly a gun, a highly customized and situational gun at that. But just like so many other weapons wielded by Huntsman and Huntresses, it was so much more than it appeared to be.
Time seemed to slow down after I pulled the box out of me. As if reacting to my touch, the obsidian bar split into two down its length, the end pieces I held beginning to shrink and adjust to the circumference of my grip. Impossibly, the bars began to shrink and pull into themselves, in the form of interlocking metal plates and internal servos and gears. By the time the transformation was completed, two things could be observed: I had a distance of ten feet left to cover and that the weapons in my hand, twin blades of the darkest night, were now almost a third of their original size. Still just as heavy though.
The flow of time then decided to kick back in, the resistance of the air pushing back at me, giving me a rush of exhilaration. I drew both swords to my left side, both my index fingers lightly touching the triggers still present in both swords, and I fired the gun component of my weapon while simultaneously swinging my sword to the right. I got the intended effect down pat, my entire body now becoming a deadly bladed whirlwind of death. Trent would later tell me that I more resembled a spinning top of doom, but I preferred my description more to his.
Needless to say, the Beowolves didn't stand a chance. Despite spinning faster and being unable to properly see my surroundings, it was not enough to deter me from setting my sights on the two black blurs that were upon me. I hardly had to adjust the angle of my blades; I could already feel them biting into the strange pseudo-flesh that made up the two Grimm.
It didn't last, however, and the moment my feet touched upon the ground I lost control of my balance (not that I had any midair) and spun out, the action finally causing me to tumble along the ground before my body slid to a stop. When I was finally oriented enough to get back on my feet-a process that took only a few seconds, thanks to Aura-I was pleased to see the destruction I had caused.
The first Beowolf was neatly bisected in two across the waist. He was already beginning to fade away when I had turned to look at him. The second one was not as lucky as his fallen friend. He had a long gash across his chest that extended from waist to hip, an arm was now lying pitifully on the ground, and it looked like the poor thing was in need in of an eye patch. He was definitely well on his way to the dusty afterlife. Maybe as a robot.
I turned to Trent to excitedly congratulate on our achievement, but my smile quickly became a frown when I saw him. "Aww, come on!"
Trent just shrugged nonchalantly, one of his blades whistling innocently as he twirled it along his side. He walked over to a dead Beowolf on his side and plucked out a second sword that had been sheathed directly into its spine. He turned to me with his blank face, but I could see the damned smirk that he showed from his expressive eyes.
In the time it took for me to finish our semi-team attack, Trent had killed off three more Beowolves.
I glared at him, the fact that he was so much awesome than I was rubbing me in the wrong way, but then shifted my attention to the two remaining Grimm. I had at first thought that they had been more intelligent, that they were waiting for things to play out until they had a chance to catch us by surprise, but, just like their fellow beasts, they charged at us with reckless abandon.
I sighed in disappointment and swiftly aimed my twin gun blades at them. "And winner for most pointless death is-"
BANG
...I turned my head to my partner, an uncharacteristically satisfied smirk settled on his lips. His eyes met mine, and his grin only grew wider at my irritation.
"KSing cheater! Those two were totally mine!" I rounded my guns at him and opened fire. He only rose his brow as my bullets sparked and splashed around his field of Aura, a strange phenomenon indeed. "Okay, that's just not fair!"
"I've been here longer than you have, remember? Of course I'm going to be better than you at this," he replied, his scroll held up to my eyes.
I only intensified my glare. Ohh, so he wanted to be a little upstart now, did he?
"Y'know, you could always do that..."
'That?'
"That."
'Ohh...' "That."
That single word succeeded in grabbing Trent's attention, the narrowing of his eyes the only thing that hinted that he knew that I was going to do something stupid.
"Man, that fight was sooo easy!"
Trent's eyes widened at this. He reloaded his rifle at an inhuman pace, looking as if he was not sure if he should shoot me, or wait for the danger that would surely come when I incited it.
"I didn't even break a sweat!"
And as if I rang a dinner bell, the brush around us was suddenly alive with noise and activity. Bipedal forms made their way toward us, a tangle of furred limbs all preparing their claws to tear us apart. For some reason it seemed as if the creatures were content to only approach us from the front. All the more better for us. But...why...?
"Are those things freakin' stupid?" Trent asked. "I expect this from you, and maybe Jo, but mostly you."
"You shut your mouth, you lazy bastard," I retorted, watching the growing crowd of wolves. They were starting to reach the point of the Red trailer capacity. "Now get ready. I'm not going to be able to be able to do this by myself."
I slammed my swords together. At that moment it seemed as if the two weapons melted into each other, the handles weaving and contracting together to better fit into my hands. The blades, now indistinguishable as the two they once were, abruptly folded out, increasing the reach of my sword more than double their original length. I tested it out by swinging it horizontally. Despite the drastic change in appearance, the sword weighed as it did in my two hands; it was still insanely heavy. Perfect for smashing through any and all forms of pitiful defense.
"This is more like it!" I exclaimed excitedly as I shifted into a stance more fitting to this longer sword. "All I need is a kickass wing and coat, and then you could call me General!"
This of course earned me a smack to the head, but I deemed it as totally worth it.
Trent spun his respective blades as well, a whirlwind of deadly efficiency in his hands.
"Let's do this!"
"Yeah!"
I dove straight into the heart of the dark creatures horde, Trent trailing right after me. I swept the long sword in front of me, taking out a line of Beowolves, then proceeded to power dash my way through, sword held before me, impaling more Grimm than my previous swing had taken out.
Trent watched my back as I started to hack and slash a circle around us, his blades lopping off heads and limbs in a mad fury. In a testament of his skill, he swung his blades in a full circle and followed up with another full circumference swing. The group surrounding him paused for a moment before falling down in a mess of body parts, some disappearing before they hit the floor.
At this point we were now too far in to run without fighting. In response to our new situation, I willed my sword to change form again, the blade and hilt becoming wider to accommodate. With this new sword, I began my attack again with wild abandon.
"Heads up!"
Trent ducked his head, nearly avoiding accidental decapitation at my hands, and my sword spiraled by, cleaving the bodies of Beowolves as it carelessly spun on its way, before it finally stopped when it stuck into a tree. Not the first tree it hit, mind you. It actually went through three whole trees before stopping.
"Idiot, you could have killed me!"
"My bad!" I yelled as I landed on my sword. I began yanking at it, quickly becoming dismayed when I found that I couldn't pull it out. "Shit! Trent hold on!"
"...everytime," Trent muttered under his breath. Not that I was around to hear it. He saw what I had done and looked as if he had a flash of inspiration. As I watched, he began attaching wires to his blades, the thin metal themselves seeming to feed into a retractable spool.
"No fucking way..." I whispered as I watched on as Trent began a new spree of carnage on the hapless Beowolves.
A blade speared through the head of one, before quickly being pulled out, then changed direction in mid flight to dismember another Grimm standing closely by, followed by a kick that further redirected it toward a new target. The other blade was spinning circles around Trent, making quick work of any Grimm that dared to approach the Huntsman and his orbiting weapon.
Trent wasn't still either. While expertly manipulating both swords with one hand, his other was handling his rifle, the chamber and components having switched to a mode that allowed it to fire smaller caliber rounds. Not that it would have deterred him in the least. And even as he did this, he was flying through the different groups of Grimm, none of them ever getting close enough to attack, swiftly being taken down in a combination of blade and bullet.
"Hey! Catch!"
Trent sheathed his rifle in a quick fluid motion and easily transitioned to catching the great sword I had thrown at him. His eyes widened imperceptibly and a grin marred his face. Even at the distance that I was, I could tell that he really liked my sword.
Akin to throwing a pair of bolas, he threw his own blades at me, and I was only barely able to catch them due to the fact that that was what Trent intended for me to do.
In a strange reversal of roles, Trent dived at the remaining Grimm with an insane smile on his face, while I chose to take my chances at running around their guards, stabbing and slicing whenever any opportune chances presented themselves.
"We are the Murderstorm!" I yelled out to no one in particular.
It took a few more minutes of intense fighting, but the fighting was finally coming to a close. Only a handful of Beowolves remained, but they didn't have anything special that made them different from the ones we had completely destroyed just moments ago.
Trent had deemed me skilled enough to take care of myself at this point, and he had taken to the trees, watching as I slowly worked myself down to my last few opponents.
"3! 2! 1! Aaaaand done!" I cried as the last Beowolf finally fell. I breathed out a sigh of relief at the edge of the clearing when it was all over. Whew, that was quite a workout!
"Booyah! Go us! Now can we please leave before something worse happens?" The Voice pleaded worriedly.
"Oh, c'mon! What can possibly happen?" I said with a satisfied grin plastered on my face.
"GRAY!"
THUNK
Trent froze when the dark mass, far larger than any of the Beowolves he had just fought, silently looked behind his partner. When he had finally shook himself free from his terror, he could only shout out one word.
"GRAY!"
The form descended on his creator, and Trent nearly screamed when he couldn't see him under the mass of black matted fur. Swords out, he stopped in front of the creature, fully intent to kill it in the most painful way possible if Gray was even a tiny bit hurt.
"Now really."
Trent's body stopped completely when he heard this voice. It was Gray, there was no confusion there, but it sounded different, distorted.
The body of the unknown Grimm rose in front of him, revealing the face of his friend. But Trent didn't sigh in relief at the sight; he almost ran away in fear.
The figure that emerged underneath the dead and fading Grimm was holding it up with a pitch-black spear. But it was not another form of the dark blade that his friend had been wielding; no, this new shadowy form had extended from the scarf that hung around his neck.
"It takes a lot more than that to catch me off guard. Now, if you don't mind, Trent and I have an initiation to finish. Ready to go buddy?"
Trent stared warily as Gray flung the remains of the Grimm into the distant forest, not caring if the body hit anything on its way. Gray then turned around to make his way to the cliffs. "Man, I really have to stop doing that, my eyes hurt like a bitch! Trent, can you carry me?"
Gray was swatted on the head again, but Trent could understand the reason why his friend was complaining about his eyes.
Before Gray had flung the Grimm away, Trent witnessed the shadowy tendrils fade away from Gray's eyes and face.
Exactly as Trent experienced it, the return trip back to the Beacon Cliffs was oddly lackluster. Upon arrival, they were told that they had accidentally stumbled upon a strange phenomenon among Grimm, where they gathered in large numbers in anticipation of getting to large or numerous auras. Trent and I shrugged, not at all convinced that we caused any of it.
For that, I blame Ozpin and the Teachers.
It seemed that events played out the way they should, Trent amused by my pouting that the universe was trying to thwart all my attempts to screw with continuity. Well, the joke's on the universe, our presence here has already ensured that the set future is now void and unknown.
We were back in the auditorium, canon poking in its nasty little head as Ozpin finished declaring the teams as they were in their original timeline. But...
"Trent...Systema. Gray. The two of you retrieved two items that had no correlation or relations to the others."
I grinned as I fiddled with the cube in my hand, the now completed block with a solid color on each side, before I scrambled it up and worked on it with a single hand. Gray chose at this moment to turn his head and avoid Ozpin's eyes. It may have worked in a different situation, but the too-innocent manner that he was whistling in quickly gave him away.
"Mr. Systema...where is your piece?" Ozpin asked curiously as he looks at his somewhat smaller and lighter-haired double.
Gray sighed in defeat and proceeded to point at the back of my head. Dead on the favorite spot that he loved to use when he reprimanded me was a splotch of bright neon pink. On a side note, that area did bleed and bruise when he decided to snipe me with the small orb, but, well, you know, aura and all that nonsense.
Ozpin rose a brow at this, and even Trent had the decency to be embarrassed, a light pink adorning his face now that he had been caught destroying his 'relic'. I finished the cube again and shoved it in my pocket, giving a warning look at Ozpin, telling him that the cube was now mine.
"Yes, well...because there was an uneven amount of students...but mostly because of the unorthodox methods you have employed..." Hm? Ah, yes. Thinking back to it now, what me and Trent did seemed nothing less than suicide to most people. Of course, we did have the skills to back up the idiocy we called a fight, but we could have handled that so much better.
"In light of the events that have taken place, we have decided that the two of you will not lead any teams this year." Trent and I nodded our heads sagely at this, both completely agreeing to the conclusion that the staff must have gotten to. "You will, however, be accompanying other teams as they perform their missions. You are to defer command to them at all times, unless circumstance permits otherwise. As of today, you two will be freelance students that may be freely contracted by other teams, but only if the necessary legal work gets by me. Do I make myself clear?" Ozpin's voice rose as he addressed the audience, and he smirked when he saw how swiftly the students reacted to him.
I had to say, I was impressed again by the man standing in front of me. Not only did he have backup units for missions available now, but he insured that only parties that truly needed us for something would go straight to him to request us. God knows that I hated to assume the responsibilities entitled to the name of 'Leader', and Trent would have hated it because it would cut into his personal time, which I'm pretty sure entailed a huge amount if sleeping. The fact that we would probably leave our teammates behind unconsciously was just another minor oversight we both chose to ignore.
Ozpin looked as if he was going to say something profound, but the moment his eyes landed on me and Trent again he closed his eyes and sighed, putting a hand over his face. "Just...try to behave yourselves, please?"
With the duo nightmare scarves covering the lower halves of our faces, Trent and I chose to reply with eye smiles, the upside down U's causing Ozpin to visibly grown. I put that as another achievement under my belt.
"You know what I just figured out?" the voice of unreason asked me.
'No, what?'
"Well, if we changed yours or GG's names to something that begins with an 'M', then we can be TGTM (Tag team)!"
'The hell? Since when did all of us make up a team? Not that what you're saying is a bad idea...but you don't even have a body?' I reasoned.
"Yet."
'Say what?'
"I don't have a body yet."
'...okay, what the hell are you planning-'
"Aww, c'mon! Are trying to stop me from getting a body?"
'Yes! Yes, I am totally stopping you from getting a body! You're probably going to use some esoteric tantric ritual against my will, or some other extreme measures!'
Little did I and my insanity know, teams RWBY and JNPR were making their way towards us, only the tapping on my shoulder successfully snapping out of my mental debate.
"What?!" I yelled/demanded of the person who was irritating my shoulder.
"Gah!"
The crowd of eight backed off, sans Juane, who had instead began snickering when he watched the growing annoyance on my face.
"We were just going to congratulate you and your partner for passing!" Ruby shouted as she started pounding her fists into my chest. I found it oddly...cute? Damn my mind...and you too prick!
"Bite me!"
"As Ruby was saying, good job on passing with the rest of us," Ren offered politely. Out of all the people here, I think him, Juane, and Nora are the ones that were on better terms with me.
"Why did you lie about being mute?" Pyrrha asked innocently.
"It's called a prank, dear. I like messing with people as much-okay a lot more then a lot of people," I admitted.
Pyrrha smiled when I told her, but Weiss chose to take it as some sort of insult, and looked away with a huff. Whatever, princess.
"Congratulations, Gray," Juane said in an uncharacteristically formal manner. Oh?
"The same to you as well, Master Arc," I returned with a bow. "I must say, it was a much more harrowing ordeal than I had originally conceived, but we all've passed this by with grace and dignity."
Some members of both groups started snickering, and Trent chose that moment to show me his phone.
"Don't you mean with all the grace of a raging berserker?"
I wrapped an arm around his head and started to massage my fist into his skull. "You pretentious little-! Takes one to know one! And I saw you too, fool!"
The others just watched our little comedy with amusement until Blake stepped up. Our eyes locked and she nodded her head a little at me. In contrast, Trent seemed to freeze up when Blake's roaming eyes fell on him. She narrowed her eyes as if thinking, then decided to ask Trent a question.
"Have we met before?" she asked with arms crossed.
I heard the breaking of glass next to me, and turned to see horror written on Trent's face. Luckily for him, this was not visible to the surrounding crowd.
"...noooo?"
I swear there was a comical sweat drop on my head when I heard Trent say this. Could he make it any more obvious that he was lying? Speaking of which, did he meet her in this timeline before?
"Bwah!"
I fell to the floor as a blur knocked Trent out of my grasp and took him.
"...whyyyy?" Trent whined as Nora began to fuss over him. Hah, it seems that even in another universe Trent couldn't escape his face.
"I've been meaning to ask you..."
"Eh?"
I turned my head to find Ruby and Yang, who were now poking my back. I resisted the urge to spasm and giggle, a weakness I knew would be used against me when I least expected it. "What exactly does this represent, Gray?"
I smiled when I finally got what they were pointing out. I urged everyone to stand away, and with a swing of my arms my jacket was now presenting it's back to everyone.
There, over a background of white, an unfinished sun loomed at a distance as the top of the image, a flock of birds flying into its light. Below, represented in a larger size to create the illusion of being closer, was a single black feather, a red shadow underneath.
"This..." I began, a sad smile on my face, "...this is one representation of the Creator of this world. I thought it would only be right that there should be a person here to display a memorial of his greatness to this school. To show that he lives on in our hearts."
"Huh, I never took you for the religious type," replied Yang. I shook my head.
"Don't get me wrong. I don't flaunt this image around to show faith for some higher being. I just...I want people to know that they shouldn't forget there origins. That since they were a part of a creation because 'why the fuck not?', they should take pride in living in such a beautiful world."
Some of them seemed inclined to disagree, their minds easily jumping to the Grimm infesting the world. I shook my head in a closed-eye smile, my head comparing the teens in front of me to young, innocent children. "C'mon Trent, I still gotta show you the room we're staying in! I decked it out myself and everything!"
Taking this as the excuse to escape Nora's grasp, Trent leapt up off of Nora's lap and proceeded to drag me away from the group.
"Wait, Trent, we're going the wrong way~!"
Trent ignored me and continued to put distance between us and the students who were still lingering in the auditorium. I smiled when I saw them all laughing at my expense. Like Ozpin would have said, things were shaping up to be an interesting year.
Oh, what am I saying?
"C'mon, Trent, we got a walk-in fridge, electronics, and otherworldly goods in our room!" I grinned when Trent's steps became wider and faster.
Let the chaos begin!
I apologize if I tore open any emotional wounds with what I wrote. And even though this is may be a weird change in mood for some, here's another omake to enjoy! Unfortunately, it is not a continuation of Trent's appearance in this world. But those will come.
Fun Fact: This was the intended ending to the huge horde fight, but I felt it came off as to crack-ficish.
"I just so happen to have the best CC type weapon on me." And I did.
"Huh? I don't remember you getting anything important!"
'That's because you don't know how to determine the true worth of the gifts we've been given.'
Honestly, it was by complete chance that I had found this potentially powerful weapon. Ever since the robbery, I had begun to frequent the Vale branch CosCon, becoming a regular in only half a week. I was easily enamored with the various similarities that I found in this world's enthusiasts and our own. In comparison to other places, it was like a tertiary home to me. But I digress.
During one of my outings something familiar caught my eye. Something that I had knowledge, that I had worshipped, and had been disappointed when it never made a reemergence in the series that it had originated from. So it was with intense glee that I had purchased said item that day. And now it would see the light of day again as the glorious weapon it could have been.
I took the stick off my back and snapped it in half across my knee, grabbing the attention of all the beings n the clearing.
"This is for all the guys like me that can't catch a break," I cried. I rose my hands in reverence, and a pole with an attachment appears in my hands. My hands glided over the grooves and indentations, memorizing the grip that was used on the thing in my hands to optimize its performance.
'Almost three hundred years of use, and yet it seems as if this has only been used a handful of times,' I mused to myself. Subtle probing with my aura allowed to feel the insane amounts of foreign energy that was held within this instrument of destruction. And I was about to unleash it all on these poor unsuspecting soulless.
"..."
Trent was giving me the equivalent of a 'WTF' face, The Voice also ranting in a way that reflected the emotions on Trent's usually inexpressive face.
"You've got to be kiddng me! This is your brilliant plan?"
"Ayup," I spoke out loud, seeming to confirm the similar question that Trent was asking as well.
"You're not serious, are you?"/"Are you really going to risk upturning a part of the forest for this?"
"Absolutely."
"You're not joking, are you?"/"You think any of them will survive?"
"Not at all."
"I should have expected this, huh?"/"...can I use it next?"
"Of course!"
"But...but...it's a besom!? What would swinging that even accomplish!?"
"Watch me."
I took the NH Broom in my hands and twirled it in a lackadaisical manner. Like a lot of things so far, it was awfully covenient that the great pack of Beowolves were all gathered in a large group in front of me. Turning a dial near the head, I called out the name I had given this new weapon and swung at the beasts amassed before me.
"STAFF OF ELUCIA!"
Had I not braced my legs with aura, I would have been a victim to Newton's cruel law of equal and opposite reactions. As it stands, all the power coursed through my legs and into the ground.
It was not subtle, it was not slow, and it certainly did not act as an element of any kind. I couldn't describe it as an energy, what appeared at that instant was an impossible force of nature that tore forward at an instant at it's unwilling targets: the Beowolves. They were blown apart in varying degrees of damage, some being torn asunder into numerals pieces, others only being blown away into the distance.
The forest was not exempt from the destruction either. Whole trees were uprooted by the sheer wave of power that was unleashed, the ones further off barely leaving a stump to remember them by. I could see how lingering Grimm that had yet to enter the clearing were blown away as well.
When I was finally snapped out of my awe, I gaped at the destruction I had caused.
The landscape was blown away and sideways from the deep scar that was cleaved into the earth. All the Grimm were either gone or fading before my very eyes. I looked to the cleaning implement in my hands, the world suddenly shifting into darkness. "Sometimes all it takes...
is one sweep."
Author's Notes
Gray: And we are done! Don't expect another quick release guys, I just had a lot of time on my hands!
45: Mostly because he cut down on reading fanfiction.
Omega: On a side note, it looks as if Gray's starting another project...even though we told him not to.
Gray: Oi! It's not my fault my muse likes to run around like a jackass!
45: And we put up with your idiocy why?
Gray: Because we're friends.
Omega and 45: ...damn it, just...just enjoy the day guys.