Season 1: Regenesis | Arc 2 The Tournament
Hey guys! I'm back! I'm sorry for the wait, I was on a different account fixing multiple things! You can find me at FanfictionRush. Yes, I wrote Alive. Yes, I need to fix it; don't need to tell me again. Yes, I will delete and possibly restart the whole damn thing, I need to, anyway.
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, that belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth, extensively. I do not own Red vs. Blue, that belongs to Rooster Teeth. I do not own Caffeine, that belongs to Jeff Williams, Casey Lee Williams and Lamar Hall. I do, however, own any and all OCs as well as twisted plot/Canon.
A/N: If anything seems to be wrong with this chapter, you can blame my lack of sleep during this summer as well as my focus on Skyrim whilst writing A Dragon and his Vamprincess. Blame it all on something else, I'm sorry.
Quote of the Chapter:"You should not have done that..."
Now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin!
-= *Original Fights 2* =-
"And now," the announcer spoke through microphone to the widening crowd as it grew by the hundreds, more pouring in. "The first fight we have today is Agamem Snona and Troja Sunstone."
Agamem, in his green attire, mixtures of brown and dark brown for a bit camouflage, stepped upon the stage with that blinding light of his. Troja Sunstone stepped up in her tan leather attire that she was so well known for. Being rich and all, it had stunned the crowd at first, but now she fought in it regularly at similar tournaments just as large as this one. So, no gasps were heard by this apparel.
Agamem whipped about his rapier, the shine in it near her face but not quite touching her. He would use the light against her at any cost.
Troja slowly unhooked her sniper rifle, holding it militarily but with a sassy lean into her right hip. The buttstock held evenly on her hip bone and the barrel pointed off into the sky defiantly.
"Are you ready?" he looked at Agamem. A smirk was all he needed from the subject.
He repeated his question for Troja, and she gave a slight nod that did not go past him.
The announcer put the microphone to his lips, and readied not only the crowd, but himself from the oncoming devastation most likely to take place from this particular pair. "And..." he said slowly. Everyone in the stadium quieted down, adding the massive tension already mustered from Troja and Agamem's readying.
Troja sweat a little, and the drop slowly made its way to the floor. Thoughts slowed, time slowed. She could barely think. The droplet barreled towards the floor quickly, yet so slowly.
She saw the beads of sweat lining his figure. The ripples about his face evening out as his anticipation heightened to new limits, just as she.
The two stared at each other for near eternity, waiting to get the first blow in. If only-
"Begin!" the announcer bellowed.
Troja was the first to react and pulled her weapon into sights and fired. The bullet exploded from the weapon, the bang echoing across the arena as Agamem simply raised his skinny rapier into position, and it deflected right back for her, sending a beam of light in her direction.
She saw the upcoming reaction, however, and dodged to the right. The explosive bullet whizzed past and caused a small explosion on the wall behind her. She did not need to look behind to know it.
Obviously the slightest amount of sense of her being dazed swept over him and he took the lead, lunging and jousting forward with his rapier and nearly cutting her at near angles. Her open tan leather sleeveless vest that went over her sleeveless golden tee went over her torso well, but her arms were quite well open and vulnerable to cuts. Oh, if he had known to what end she went to keep those arms clean and smooth, he would not have taken that first shot to her upper left forearm.
She completely dodged it to the left before giving him a simple knee to the chest. Her lower leg wrapped around him briefly as he groaned in pain from the impact before it sent him careening into the arena wall just on the other side.
Just as she had done last round, he got up from the billowing smoke defiantly and rose a head towards she. "That's the last time I'm trusting myself with that method," he said quietly, but the walls about them were defiant in their own right and bounced the words around the arena. The sputters of laughter went around in the crowd and the blood over his right looked around himself. "Seems you caused quite the laughter, Sunstone," he said with contempt. "Now, I will take you down, or with me," he said before charging her once more.
Learning from last time, he lunged deeply instead of jousting, and he speared at her legs. Her tan legged trousers barely made any effort to dodged before her hips turned and careened into a side kick, beating in his midriff if not lower.
She leaned over mockingly before looking him in the eye with those golden irises of hers. "Nice try," she said with a simplistic smile. "But you're not about to do me on the first date."
She spun her sniper rifle over until the scope was just above the ground, not the under stock of the gun. The scope skinnied before turning into a sword entirely, and she left the vorpal and keenly thin blade over his head. "Yield," she said slowly.
"I yield..." he said with contempt, not even bothering to try as he would still get rewarded, if not less than half of what he wanted.
"And that's match!" the announcer ended it. This time, Troja allowed him to lift her hand. "And the winner is Troja Sunstone over Agamem Snona!" he announced with her grin. He liked it, but he wasn't about to get his faced smashed in by a seventeen year old and his wife. "A small break, perhaps," the announcer tried and a bellow of yes's told him to allow it, so he did.
Troja sat in her isolated room near a window that showed the whole of the stadium. A splinter faction of her family, the Moonstones, had been funding this along with the two other most powerful companies on the planet, and she sat there in all her glory, and she was fourth most powerful. As the items she received for being that powerful had been appreciated, it also separated her from society and she hated it when people praised her. It drove her insane, over the edge once sending her into a rebellious state. She really didn't like taking too long in fights, so she would usually push people to the limit until they broke and yielded. Something she liked profusely, but it wasn't natural, oh, she knew so well of this.
And she couldn't do a thing to reverse it.
The usual friend would come by; the relative, often. Really, it was just a matter of time before she went into a further state of insanity and completely lock herself away from the world. She was a renowned fighter, at that, but never as good as Pyrrha Nikos, four-way Champion of the Mistralian Tournament. Then again, who was she similar to? If not Weiss' and her usual stoic attitude, did she need it? She wanted to be like someone so they could understand each other. She resembles Pyrrha Nikos as a grand champion, but resembles her friends and cousins in being rich. What does she do? She does not know.
Love, perhaps?
"Heh," she chuckled at the thought. "Like I'd have a chance with someone who thinks themselves too far below me when they're really just a gender away from me. Not that...never mind..." she stuttered at the end from talking to herself. She swore, if someone walked in on her at that specific moment, she'd slit their throats with her weapon, Cleaver, before giving them a thorough beating with the buttstock. The last thing she needed was people thinking she was a lesbian, which she was most certainly not.
She then thought of her cousin, Mars Moonstone. How she beat him so easily was beyond her. She really didn't know it was that easy. Whether he let her or was too opened up and didn't realize it because of his pride of knowing how well he'd beat her in the past through previous games and such, she didn't really know. Whether she wanted to was also beyond her. She didn't know if she'd ever figure out he whether fate let her or not.
Then she thought of his friend, Regalia Redwood. How dare she, she thought with contempt. How dare she take my cousin? Mars is mine. No ifs, ands, or buts about it...wait... she thought a little bitterly. Do I have a thing for my cousin? Oh, no, no, no! Not someone of my family!
She pushed her mind out of that and thought of Regalia's friend. Joan d'Arcuze. The girl was flabby at that. Seemed to either refuse or fail to get any training at all by the looks of her build. She could probably just barely streak past with that Semblance of hers, Strength and all. If anything, she could beat her, next in line or no. She's not going to lose to Joan just because of her Semblance. She'd beat her, most definitely.
She continued along her railroad train tracks of a mind she owned towards Weiss Schnee. The most powerful heiress in all of Remnant, constantly a target of the White Fang, and she puts herself in a position where she is in constant danger of the Grimm. It was news to hear her going to Beacon Academy, it was another to realize what sort of team she was on. RWBY. Red, White, Black, Yellow. Younger sister as leader, she as most likely team mascot and most annoyed, one who reads too much to care, and the older sister. How that worked went far beyond the reaches of her recesses of her mind.
Joan d'Arcuze grazed her mind again and she went onto Jaune Arc immediately. How that boy ever got into Beacon was a wonder, but getting a team? Pfft, how was that even possible? Sure, he had smarts, but to have Pyrrha Nikos on his team...that drove her insane in itself.
She looked out the window and down onto the field where people would fight, fight, fight for just a few thousand Lien. Who would need it? Well, actually, why would she need it? Of course, she was rich, but did not go with permission. She had to be honest with herself, she was a rich person going without Lien. That was nearly unheard of. Weiss went with permission and Lien. She went without permission and without money. If anything, she'd need the Lien the most. She really hoped she'd get that few thousand just to pay for a few debts she owed to get here, or to quickly earn Lien through jobs from Beacon. Or maybe she could lynch a little off of Weiss, Regalia and Mars...but that would end badly, as she is known to be spoiled and will continue to lynch without a second thought.
The buzzer went off and the time was up, the announcer came down to the stage and notified that the next match would begin within 25 minutes. She hurried out of her room in her golden robes and quickly striped down into her under garments. She huffed on her Combat Clothes before grabbing Cleaver resting by the door and headed out.
She had enough time to contemplate her problems. Let's see her actually fix them.
Before Troja had had time to watch Joan fight against that other kid she forgot the name of, but she should have been paying attention, not following him all the way with Professors Ozpin and Goodwitch. She wasn't stalking him, no. She wanted to know what she was up against if she ever met him in Beacon. And having been with two of the most astounding professors there, it was most likely that he'd be in Beacon.
Hearing that this Rust boy was related to General Corsa scared her. Her father, Trevor Sunstone, had been a general himself in the war, fighting for the humans directly, not jumping around three sides like Corsa did. General Ignem Farrum Corsa. He was once a Faunus for humans but didn't take to them too well because of all the bullying. So, as a petty Private, he defected to the Faunus. Although the Faunus were happy, he had human ways of defeating those he had been previously with, so they ridiculed him for siding with them in the first place. Ignem saw his failure with them, and created his own side.
A woman she forgot the name of, was the general of her own army in the human side, human herself. The two found each other neck to neck in battle with the same type of blade at the same place and at the same time. Looking at each other too long, they realized that they were for neither side and created their own. Creating an Angel/Demon sort of pact that worked its way into a different side of the war. After the Great War ended, they showed themselves in the darkness, beginning the secretive Fanged Wars fought in the shadows. Humans had to fight them in the darkness, and because humans and Faunus worked together here against the human!whole side, they worked against them well. Faunus had to fight them in pure daylight up in slopes because due to pure Faunus' Night Vision, it obscured their sight. Pure Faunus were nocturnal. Half Faunus, as the dominant race on Remnant today, have all made Pure Faunus unknown and forgotten, leaving themselves - half-Faunus - known as just Faunus.
They'd forgotten the pure race, and left the half race as just race. A mixture, in a way. It was hard to contemplate by word, but by view it was easy.
She knew then, and only then, she was in a war with him and his family, with herself and her family. Fanged Wars be damned, she thought. Sunstone-Corsa War sounds just fine to me. His parents may be dead, but the Corsican Legacy still stands, and it starts with Rust.
She looked around herself as the stadium slowly found their seats. She found Odysseus Necra, defiantly watching the rest of the Tournament not too far from the other contestants. He had been a good fighter at that, but he had been too cocky. She may be able to have him be of use to her. Cannon Fodder, she thought.
She looked about the contestants and found no sign of Rust, he did lose. She didn't want to waste time to find him and looked directly at the back of Agamem's head. He had proven himself worthy against her, but he should prove himself worthy to fight with her. She needed the troops, and those were he instant candidates.
But what of a third? Beacon did have four-man teams. She could perhaps manipulate Ozpin into helping her, without so much as a word about the Fanged Wars. She was sworn to secrecy, and she'd want to keep it that way.
She looked about and found no one of bitter choice. She was getting lazy, and she was going to let the cards fall into place. If that.
She ignored the rest of her thoughts that day towards how much she hated Rust and his family, and paid attention to the battle within fifteen minutes.
"For this fight we have a special request from a fan," he said. "A very special fan as we cannot take all of yours," he said with a light cough to clear his throat as he opened the envelope in his hand. "Ah..." he read it aloud. "Please, if at all possible, play the song 'Caffeine by Jasper Watchet, featuring Candy Lime Watchet and Lapis Honeydew.'"
"Sure..." he said after a while, throwing the letter behind him and giving the music the cue to start one when he gave it. He turned a little ways before placing the microphone back to his lips. "Now, this fight consists of Lira Syrris-" Lira walked out from her side, white light shining on her red tee and blue jeans. "-and Joan d'Arcuze!" Joan stepped from her alcove as white shined on blue.
The two walked up on stage, greeted each other, and saw the other as they themselves walked to their side of the arena. The announcer walked off stage and looked to the other side, giving that crowd his full attention - not that he didn't give the other ones an equal amount. "Are you ready?" he looked to Joan. A stern nod was the reaction. "Are you ready?" he looked to Lira and she had the same reaction. "Very well..." he said slowly.
Joan stared down her opponent. She would not be losing today. Her blue eyes steeled into that of Lira's brown bark of eyes. The two death glares in the others' direction that would take them very long to figure out in the long run. These two hated each other and didn't want to, though they would soon retract the thought of not wanting to after meeting a certain someone.
Troja looked down, stared Joan down into the left side of her head diligently and watched her every move. Perhaps, she could be the third in my war, she thought slyly.
Lira was wary. She'd had a lot to think about after that orange-haired had dealt with this one. She could break her limbs and they'd both be out of this fight. Perhaps Strengthening Dust is in order? she thought. This Joan seemed impeccable against a boy with an unusual grasp of Dust, literally. The boy had Dust embedded in his right Gauntlet. She'd have to get used to that if she went hand to hand with him. This was not a normal one on one, she realized. This is forced, just how like Blitz Creed did it all. Forced arena matches to their hearts content. Rape didn't really go much among them, so they were a normal Bandit group in her eyes. But she digresses.
Regalia stared down at this Lira Syrris. She doesn't know how she was able to get past that one whip crack! She needed to see her form lest they fight again and she loses again.
"BEGIN!" announced the man and the two angry girls charged each other.
"Listen up, strap in, notify your next of kin;-"
Ballistae out, Lira spun about around and around until she began to glow red and yellow, mixing to orange. Back to Joan, Lira swung her left arm over herself and sent three explosive blades at her. She swung the other fan around and sent three more.
"-You're'a 'bout-a take-a ride a lil' on the blazin' side;-"
Joan took on the brunt of the attack with her shielth before advancing. Sword out, shielth still in front, she bashed Lira in the face, sending her staggering back. "Ohhhhh!" the crowd cheered as the song continued.
"-Guzzle down yourGrape Sod', you're gonna need a bucket-full;-"
Lira recovered a little more quickly than Joan was comfortable with and swung her body underneath and around Joan, leaving her back exposed to Lira. "Daaaaaamnnnnn!"the crowd went wild at Lira's fascinating art of dancing.
"-You're watching me accelerate and tear apart the interstate;-"
Lira sent a knife into Joan's back, sending her forward. Without Joan looking now, Lira spun once and retrieved her vorpal knives all at once. To the audience, however, they had no idea what she was actually doing, giving the artifice that she actually had unlimited blades.
"-A certified monster, I'm an absolute trip;-"
Joan spun around and reeled her shield back, confusing Lira and just about everyone in the stands. Joan flung the shield at her like a Frisbee and it landed on Lira's face. The crowd had nothing to say as an Aura of anger and malice surrounded the rising contestant. The shield came back to Joan.
"-Like Orion's Belt, hard to handle, so you better get-a grip;-"
Lira spun once, Lira spun twice, and out came the entire munitions into Joan's face.
"-A super fast, super fly, bonafide wise guy;-
The back of Joan's head slammed directly into the concrete below. But she wasn't done yet, and the crowd went wild at this.
"-Call the morgue and say goodbye, write your will, it's time to die!;-"
Joan, standing up now, exploded with a blue Aura as "-die!;-" was sung in the song. Lira was sent flying a little ways back, but quickly spun 'round to hold herself in place. "You should not have done that..." Joan said. It reminded everyone a little bit about Rust, but some girls can't take a hint and take whoever's habit they want and use it to their own advantage. "Yeaaaaaahhhh!" the crowd bellowed as Joan charged.
"-Caffeeeeeeeeiiiiine! I'm Caffeeeeeeeeee-eine!;-"
Lira watched in horror as the stage was broken up into debris and smoke and Joan charged like a mad-woman, breaking anything she could find, zig-zagging back and forth too much for Lira to handle. Joan slammed Blue Mortem's shielth upon her face and sent her back staggering and looking for air. The kicked about debris settled as Joan charged again.
"-Caffeeeeeeeeiiiiine! I'm Caffeeeeeeeeee-eine!;-"
Joan kicked Lira underneath her feet, but she unconsciously regained balance before Joan sent a vorpal strike over her head with her shielth. The shielth careened over Lira as she jumped stomach over head and slipped her legs beneath her shielth.
"-I'm a baaaaaaad dre-eam!;-"
Lira, out of the way of Joan, spun about and retrieved her blades, only to have another bash to the face which sent her into a wall some distance away.
"-I'm araaaaaaad sce-ene!;-"
Lira pushed herself out of the wall slowly with a grunt and a closed right bruised eye. She'd have to get used to this as she hunched over, clutching her left arm.
"-I'm a taaaaaaad me-ean!;-"
Lira watched as Joan charged one last time and made a last-ditch effort of getting out of the way. It paid off...slightly.
"-But I'm nooooooo-ot-;-"
Lira tumbled off to the side and Joan slammed her shielth into the wall, embedding it too well to get it out. Joan looked at Lira, and Lira's eyes widened at the wicked look in her face.
"-Afraid to take you out-;-"
Lira was tossed back into the stage. Lira got back up quickly and rose her hands up for a fight, only to see an angry Joan walking out of the tan smoke that Lira herself created. Her hands no longer taut, fell a little in fear. "What have I done?" she asked herself.
"-Afraid to take you out! Afraid to take you out! Afraid to take you out-;-"
Joan charged faster than a blink of an eye, fist raised and launched the first offensive of hand-to-hand combat strike. She was glad, to say the least, she had had a little training with her brothers in hand-to-hand, but this was just ridiculous...-
"-Afraid to take you out! Afraid to take you out! Afraid to take you ou-ou-ouuuuuuuuuout!;-"
-...Lira was dodging quite well, but she could never get her own punch in. She wanted to wear down Joan's stamina, but seeing as Strength is her Semblance, that would be quite a feat compared to Lira's smaller reserves. Lira finally noticed that her Ballistae was lodged into the wall she came from, and slipped beneath Joan and sprinted towards the wall.
The Intermission came through, sending everyone at either the edge of their seats or the tips of their toes as the watched the two deck it out.
Joan looked underneath herself between her straddled legs to see Lira charging for the wall. She spun around quickly and ran into her direction.
A female voice came on this time. "I'm a puma on the plains, I'm a highway star;-"
Listening to the audience yell out at this song, Joan continued forward with a burst of stamina. Joan was then bashed in her face by her own shielth. She looked at Lira angrily for taking her family heirloom and using against her. "Oh, shit..." Lira cursed.
"-A supersonic heiress in a million Lien car;-"
Joan grabbed her own shielth, turned against her, and flailed the shielth and Lira off back onto the stage. Joan, angry out of her mind - obviously - grabbed Lira's Ballistae from the wall.
"-Blood on fire pumping through my veins;-"
Lira, now angry as well, danced to the point where the shielth was glowing purple and black as an outline. The stage and audience were in peril now, and only the announcer saw it. He noticed his microphone was gone, however, and realized it was destroyed someplace on the stage and he made a sprint to the announcer's box some three to four hundred steps up the bleachers. And he wasn't very good at climbing.
"-Weaving in and out whilst I'm bolting through the lanes;-"
Joan got angrier - somehow possible - at the fact that her shielth had just been defiled by another person's Aura! She sent out her bluish whips and sent them around Ballistae. The malice only continued to grow alongside the crowd's cheering.
"-I'm hyper drive, overdrive, hit the gas at fifty-five;-"
The two went mad. Joan crouched lightly, readying Ballistae. Lira reeled back, ready to charge. The two switched places in their hatred, and it was giving them both an advantage.
"-Breakneck, train wreck, in my presence genuflect-;"
Joan went missing and a blue mist of swirling madness surrounded Lira. Lira went missing at the same time, distorting in and out of view as she hit Joan left and right with her own shielth. They could both say later that they had the greatest of bruises now.
"-Track-roundin', speed-a-soundin', electrifyin', pulse-pundin';-
The two stopped and panted for a bit, both with hands on their knees. The shielth and Ballistae had already clattered off to the side and were no longer glowing. This left the crowd quiet, as both had refused to lose.
"-Heart-pump-" The music stopped and squealed out from the speakers being cut out so abrasively. The crowd covered their ears with Joan and Lira.
"And that's match!" he bellowed. Lira was the first to fall. "Joan d'Arcuze wins this match over Lira Syrris!"
"Why did I even try...?" Lira groaned as Joan fell by near her. "Hey...no hard feelings about the shielth, right?" she slammed the back of her right hand against Joan's corset.
"Ow..." Joan muttered. Lira let out an apology. "No problem," she said. "No hard feelings about...what were they called? Ballistae?"
"No hard feelings," Lira said with a smile and the two giggled on the ground. "Why do we hate each other?"
"I don't know," she said. Joan sat up now. "But, for some reason...I dread to find out..."
"If this is over some guy," Lira said. "I'm going to be massively surprised..."
"Why?" Joan asked, getting up and giving her a hand.
Lira took the hand with a smile and stood up. "Something tells me it is...and I'm not happy for it, but girls always have this sort of problem, right?" Lira was still a little naive about the world having no real experience whatsoever with many men, if the Blitz Creed could even be counted civil enough to be called men.
"If you're talking brotherly..." Joan said as the crowd rushed through the gates to the stage. "Yes...yes we do..."
"Oh..." Lira said. Joan understood all to well by now.
"Wait..." Joan said as the crowd approached. "You don't mean-ugh, sometimes, yes. I don't want to talk about mine, though..."
"I understand," Lira said with a smile as the crowd slammed into them.
"I can't believe you made us miss two matches!" Terra cried, dragging Rust into the stadium.
"I'm sorryyyyyy..." he groaned as she dragged him by the collar, hopefully not choking him. Even if he was, he showed no signs of it happening.
A girl in a red tee and blue jeans walked past them with a bruised right high, clutching her left arm and hunched over. As she passed, Rust could smell blood, but could also smell rose perfume just over it all. He let in a secret smell of it so Terra wouldn't inquire of him of it later.
The girl took a left and out of the stadium and would later regret not saying anything to the two.
"And now," the announcer came back on, recovering from the last fight that had occurred in the last forty minutes. "The third fight this afternoon-" It was two in the afternoon. "-will be Troja Sunstone!"
Troja came out of her alcove, ready to win the next fight.
"And former Beacon student, Cardin Winchester!"
"Cardin got expelled?" a student asked.
"Beats me," the other said.
"He deserves it," another said. "Remember that time with-"
Rust tuned them out to listen to the announcer.
"Ready?" he asked Cardin. The guy smirked and brought up his large mace, empty all but for a red crystal in the center.
The same question towards Troja, but she gave a more respectful nod. "Very well..." the announcer said.
Troja could see the malice in the guy's eyes. He would have been useful in her little war with the Corsas, but she didn't need some cocky guy. She'll just beat the crap out of him quickly before anything goes the wrong way.
"Miss Syrris," a voice called.
Lira spun about, readying Ballistae from the sudden voice.
"Calm down, Miss Syrris," the 6'6" man said.
"Who are you?"
The man stood tall, feet together, cane in hand (even though it wasn't particularly needed - a weapon, perhaps?), coffee in the left. His out fit held of black and green (green especially for his scarf), green spectacles, tousled grey hair, dark-purple emblem on the scarf, and the rest very businesslike clothing. Not unlike a tux, but not like one either.
"I am Professor Ozpin of Beacon Academy," he responded.
She turned to him fully now, Ballistae still in hand.
"No need to be jumpy, miss," he said. "I'm simply the Headmaster."
She gave him an accusing glare consiting of turning her head on an axis and raising her brow.
"Come with me," he said simply.
"Why are we here again?" Weiss asked.
"Professor Ozpin asked you to," Professor Goodwitch snapped, causing the small heiress to reel back slightly. "And I don't even know why we're out right now..."
Weiss huffed a little, annoying the blonde professor of her attitude.
"Ah, Professor Goodwitch," Professor Ozpin said as he turned the corner. "I honestly expected you to leave at some point."
She groaned. "Must you always be like this?" she asked.
He leaned into his cane on his right, let his left foot relax and go diagonal from its usual position next to the other. He had on a sly face despite the smile being too small to be seen.
"Whatever," she said. "Why are we out right now?"
The heiress nodded.
"The new candidate for Beacon," he said, a girl in a red shirt and jeans coming up. She was a little hunched over, bruised right eye, clutching her left arm.
"She's hurt," she said. "Why did you bring her here?"
"I simply couldn't wait," Ozpin said, sipping on his coffee, letting out his small smirk behind his cup (as was his habit coming of late).
"Very well," Goodwitch said, pulling the Scroll closer and tapping a few things down. "Honestly, he's so persistent..." he said beneath her breath, causing Lira to pull up an amused brow. "What is your name, miss?"
"Lira Syrris..." she said with a toothy grin. She was lucky she had all of her teeth, otherwise Weiss may have let out a laugh right then and there, but she contemplated if her usual stoic attitude would allow such a thing.
"Why isn't your Aura healing you properly?" Professor Goodwitch asked.
"My Aura is Dance," she said. "I need both arms to dance."
"Dancing?" Weiss asked.
"Dancing is connected to my Semblance," she said. "I don't know how, but when I was younger and my village used to do dancing parties and stuff, I used to glow bright red. I can create Dust from it, too."
"That's remarkable," said the blonde professor indifferently. "We need a healing Aura user. Where's Mr Arc?"
Jaune in the past year had learned how to control his Aura, and everyone found that he could heal both himself and others quickly. It bothered a few people in the way it had happened. First he had somehow hurt Pyrrha Nikos up on the rooftop, the next, he had healed her with his Aura. It was spectacular, but Pyrrha took it wrongly and the two were together from then on.
"He's at the Non-Academic Tournament," Ozpin said. "No need to spoil he and Miss Nikos' private time?"
"Right?" the other professor sweat dropped and lamented in a memory. She would never threaten the girl with expulsion again.
"Huh?" Weiss asked.
"What just happened?" Lira popped in.
"Nothing you need to know..." both professors said. "Let's go, Miss Syrris," Ozpin said, beckoning her forward towards the same building Rust had been in.
"Why must it always be this easy with brutes?" Troja asked, leaving the stage.
Cardin Winchester was a little too easy for comfort. The guy launched a wave of fire at her, obviously she was going to use the fire to ignite her bullets mid flight, giving her the advantage that would stun him long enough to give her the opening she needed. The guy was open, why not?
"Oh, crap..." she mumbled as she made her way up to the next room. "Joan and I's match is on the morrow..." she said bitterly. "So much for winning. The last match really displayed talent. I'm not losing though!" she declared quietly.
Making it up to her room, she heard the match getting called.
"Joan d'Arcuze-" went the announcer through the many wooden walls between she and the outside. "And Saffre Corsica," he continued forward on about time and their Semblances, though Troja wasn't really paying attention. She was trying to get a thought in on how to beat the splinter Arc family member. She needed more time to study her movements between today and tomorrow. There had to be some way and Troja wasn't about to go stalking the girl like she did Rust.
But that Dancing Red Girl, as she dubbed her. What was her name? she asked herself in mind. Lira or something? That dancing seemed to be her Aura, I should get a look into that... she thought as she sat down at the computer housing information, some classified. But she was a Sunstone, she had some military rights.
She logged in, looking through each site for a good search ended. She landed on a good one and typed Lira Syrris.
Troja found some pretty crazy facts. The White Fang were categorized with her, some White Fang brute named Lieutenant "Bane" Crudus, and a bandit tribe known as "Blitz Creed."
She then came across the worst of the information.
She read the information aloud: "Little Vivec, destroyed by Blitz Creed by last orders of the White Fang, housed the Syrris Family. Syrians as another word from the Forgotten Era, a prominent yet later defeated race. Lira Syrris is among many survivors, though she is the only one to date. This information is classified by the Mistralian Army of the Kingdom of Mistral."
Troja gasped. She was a survivor of the large village fire some seven or eight years ago. And this was classified information? A survivor is classified, yet she is being showcased to the world like this? "Just what is going on?" she asked herself as she rubbed her temples annoyed. "Her showing up here must have been the military, non-Mistralian intervened. Maybe the Valen Military?" she asked herself, contemplating strategies like she always does. "Atlesian? I don't know..."
She had ignored most of the fight, but it was obvious by both of their builds Joan would scrape through. Saffre and her massive hammer always landed on the shielth, being pushed back and staggered enough for a strike from Joan. Unlike last match, however, Joan wasn't angry. There was another thing about this Lira girl. The two obviously hated each other, but not to the point of coming to unnecessary blows. "Just who are these girls?" she kept asking herself. "They're all insane, overly powered, and love to trudge on a fight, unlike me...am I not powerful?
"No!" she told herself. "I'm winning tomorrow's match!"
"And the winner is-" the announcer bellowed throughout her thoughts, stopping them in their tracks completely. "Joan d'Arcuze!"
Troja slumped down. "That was to be expected...girl's a mass brute, I say..."
A brute Troja had to fight. In the next match. At least it wasn't a test to get into Beacon...or was it? She needed to get into Beacon, lest her father berate her with a yelling voice. She didn't need that drama. At least, not anymore.
"Let's go beat a splinter Arc family member," she told herself.
-= *End of Chapter 5* =-
Well, that was a thing.
Shut up, Yang.
Anyway, I hoped you like the chapter, because that's the premise! One more of this arc, then we're moving up in life!
Do you think the part where Lira meets Ozpin, Goodwitch and Weiss is a little unusual? I'm not changing it, just wanting an opinion.
Seriously, the way you change uploaded chapters are highly annoying.
Now, for the love of God, let the next Fanfiction begin!