Season 1: Regenesis | Arc 2: The Tournament
Hey guys! I'm back! I know I said I'd be continuing SCoaTH, but this ruled over that. Plus, I'm really stricken by what I should be doing. I can't chose at all, and no, I won't be making up schedules anytime soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or Red vs. Blue, that belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth, respectively. I do, however, own any and all OCs as well as twisted plot/Canon.
Quote of the Chapter: "Aw, crap..."
Now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin!
-= *Original Fights 3* =-
Now it was time for Troja to fight Joan. It was this coming moment that now Troja would win or lose and may or may not be allowed into Beacon. You know, the big school, the one everyone wanted to pass with flying colors? No, doesn't ring a bell? Fine. The big school just past the lake near Vale. The big looming shadow of jousting spear-like towers into the air in the night sky when you look over the edge of the Vale dock in its direction at around midnight, when the moon was sometimes there as a big background for the largest tower that Ozpin was in most of his days. Fair enough to continue on the story with? Good.
Troja came down from where her room was, clad in her tan vest and dark tan pants, her golden tee beneath. Her smooth and silky arms reaching up into her shirt and vest. Her boots with false soft bottoming just over metal clunking against the floor in resounding thuds. She was ready, to say the least.
She walked past the crowds in the hundreds, approaching the alcove she was to come out of when the light would plaster down on her and shine to the rest of the stadium. Fans left and right were held back by the fence and guards keeping them from mobbing the contestants. She ignored them and continued forward, like she was always told to do.
"For the last day of the tournament," the announcer came through the PA, partially blaring out her hearing which may or may not have been good. "We have Joan d'Arcuze," he pointed to the other side, lights following with as they all came down on Joan. Troja looked to the TV at her opponent, watching her smile and blush at the same time from the praise. She noted her clothing, a leather corset underneath a thin silver breastplate that only covered the top portion of her torso. Her equally leather gauntlets reaching from her fingertips to just beneath the shoulder guards she had on. The girl wore pitiful boots with bits of metal here and there lining it throughout.
"And Troja Sunstone!" he bellowed as Troja walked through. Her equal smile showing tins of red as she stepped out onto the stage. Her leather vest showed deeply in contrast to her yellow-orange shining golden tee that she wore out towards the crowd. He boots still clunked about the stage as she walked forward to greet her opponent, face to face.
"Troja," she said, letting out a hand and going against traditions.
"Joan," she said happily, gratefully accepting the hand and shaking with her.
Both of them left the crowds quiet, as everyone knew well by now any contestant being nice to the other was just a feign.
Ah, some people are confused as to why this is the last day of the Tournament when there were so many at the building that allowed Non-Academic Tournament contestants a free night and food. Well, there were several tournaments throughout Vale. This is just the one that was the most popular at the moment.
The two quietly made their way to either side of the arena, ready to fight. The announcer made his way to his point on the stage. "Are you ready for the last fight?!" he got people's attention.
Obviously, he did, because he got a large and long
"And Troja Sunstone!" he bellowed as Troja walked through. Her equal smile showing tins of red as she stepped out onto the stage. Her leather vest showed deeply in contrast to her yellow-orange shining golden tee that she wore out towards the crowd. He boots still clunked about the stage as she walked forward to greet her opponent, face to face.
"Troja," she said, letting out a hand and going against traditions.
"Joan," she said happily, gratefully accepting the hand and shaking with her.
Both of them left the crowds quiet, as everyone knew well by now any contestant being nice to the other was just a feign.
Ah, some people are confused as to why this is the last day of the Tournament when there were so many at the building that allowed Non-Academic Tournament contestants a free night and food. Well, there were several tournaments throughout Vale. This is just the one that was the most popular at the moment.
The two quietly made their way to either side of the arena, ready to fight. The announcer made his way to his point on the stage. "Are you ready for the last fight?!" he got people's attention.
Obviously, he did, because he got a large and long Yes! from the crowd.
"Let's see these two rip up the stage, shall we?" he asked as they repeated the last thing they yelled. He would come soon to regret that decision as it gave both girls ideas. "And now...begin!" he commanded.
And they did so, both girls charging the other at quick speeds, eager to get this fight done and move on with their lives, specifically to Beacon Academy. Sure, it was three months away, that did not mean they didn't have anything not to do during Summer.
Troja had fired an Explosive Round behind her, giving her a boost forward from the oncoming explosion. Joan simply used her Semblance and planted her feet largely on the ground before sprinting forward, crushing the ground beneath where her feet had previously been.
Blue Mortem was ripped out at the last second, slamming and interlocking with Cleaver, holding tightly against Troja. "I'm not losing this..." Troja strained, letting out a whimper at the power behind the block of Joan's.
"Yeah?" Joan retorted, the first to sweat and to allow a droplet of it to fall on her sword. The droplet sizzled into the air instantly. "Well, neither am I!"
As she yelled 'I,' she pushed off and staggered Troja, leaving her off balance and Joan charged, going in rapier-style a little. She readied Blue Mortem to where he right hand was behind the left of her face, right shoulder and sword in front and facing Troja. As she charged, she let out little bursts of jousts to attack Troja, and she also accomplished Agamem's plan at the same time, giving Troja cuts across her arms (which was also a bad idea).
"Damn you!" Troja yelled, the two stilling the fight as Troja panted and held her right arm (sword arm). "Do you know how long it took me to get these arms smooth and silky?!" she cried.
"I don't know!" Joan yelled, letting out a short smirk that she put down quickly. She charged in, "But I don't care either!" she yelled, coming in sword-style, launching a diagonal strike from above.
CLANG!
went the two swords as Troja barely blocked, being pushed back unfortunately. "N-no..." she whimpered, then turned her fearing face into that of anger and malice. "I'm not losing..." she muttered, closing in with eyes overshadowed by her bangs.
"What?" Joan asked, squinting her eyes for a moment to try and see Troja's. Her eyes, once golden and gleaming, were now dull and nasty, giving off the impression of insanity.
"I'm not losing," Troja repeated, madly and most importantly, defiantly. Troja was gone in an instant, meeting up with a parry barely brought up by shielth from Joan. Joan's eyes widened at the amount of craziness Troja began to portray.
"What is wrong with you?" Joan asked, looking directly into the thin and dilated eyes of Troja's.
Troja actually tilted her head and looked away for a moment to think, still leaning into the strike and holding Joan down. "I don't know," she smiled, her teeth shined, she pushed off and staggered Joan. She didn't even charge her, Joan just looked off all wide-eyed at the insanity Troja displayed, watching her go absolutely insane. Joan took this as her chance and launched an attack, but as it made contact with her skin, nothing broke.
"What?!"
"You like my blood?" Troja asked as Joan watched black blood fall across her blade, as if tiny little hands were grabbing all over it and pulling it away. Joan yanked Blue Mortem away quickly.
"What are you?" Joan asked.
"What am I?" Troja asked herself, looking up and around as Joan thought up countless possibilities to defeat this girl who was unbreakable. She had been so caught up in thinking, she barely dodged the black spikes.
"This has got to be illegal!" Joan yelled, launching another attack to her chest, initiating a half-thought plan.
"Oh, it's fine," Troja said, tilting her head. "Natural black blood tends to be allowed," she smiled, looking around with sparkly stars in her eyes before continuing forward with Cleaver and shredding Joan's left jacket sleeve. The entire sleeve, that is.
Meanwhile...
"Whoa!" Rust yelled with the crowd as Joan's arm got cut off. "Where's her blood?!"
"Aren't you more concerned about her well being?" Terra asked, freaked about how her brother prioritized over blood gushing moments than someone's life.
"Of course I do!" he yelled. "But she seems fine! I'm wondering-oh, it's just her sleeve. Do you think Troja Sunstone is a bit insane, though?"
"Well," Terra started. "Depending on her response and how she just responded; yes, I think she's insane."
"That..." Joan started, stopping a little. This made Troja stop and tilt her head, confused at her reaction of her sleeve getting cut off. Troja's feet were spread into a quarter squat, her knees bent and pointed inward. Her arms were limp even with Cleaver. "...was my favorite shirt," Joan finished. Joan looked up slowly with a scowl, looking her directly in the eyes with anger and annoyance, and many other emotions she didn't feel like mentioning at the moment as they mixed with the first two, giving off the impression that she was literally pissed off.
Though that was the most obvious thing.
Troja's eyes went back to golden and gleaming and realized what just happened, showing that Troja had been doing something no one else knew about.
"Oh, shit..." she cursed.
Joan pulled her shield up to her chest, set up a middle stance and readied to bash Troja in the face (something she was profusely good at doing). She charged and did just so, sending Troja back a few feet like Lira earlier. But Lira lost. And Troja was Dustbent on winning and so help her God, she wasn't going to let up. Troja recovered quickly and blocked and attack from Joan which left her slightly opened from the parry.
Troja charged, the intent to win on her shoulders, her back, her running legs and most importantly on her mind. She didn't care if she got all battered up or beat up, she just needed the money.
Joan was obviously not going to let the girl get her way and retracted the shielth back into her way, parrying Cleaver. Blue Mortem's sword followed up and cut most of the braid out of Troja's hair.
"That was a bad idea..." Terra sighed.
"Yeah, I would know."
Terra and Rust looked at each other knowingly, and she punched his shoulder.
"You know it was funny," she said.
"Not on my part," Rust deadpanned, but still smiled.
"You...You bi***!"
The two stopped and looked at the announcer box.
"What?" came the man on the microphone. "Children watch this, too!" he defended.
The two shrugged and continued forward, sending strike after strike before Troja stepped out of place once and slipped. Troja spurred forward and lost the grip on Cleaver. Cleaver clattered across the floor and reformed into a rifle.
Troja looked back in fear and saw Joan charging. Troja lunged forward across the floor and attempted to grab at it but her shoe was grabbed. "What are you doing-AHH!"
She was being dragged away from her weapon and her nails were dug into the floor, claw marks dragging in the process. "Whyyyy meeeE?!" she screeched.
"Because you're annoying!" Joan yelled. Troja then looked back and her chance spurred forward. She pushed off the floor quickly and gave her room to spin. Joan, surprised, caught on too late.
Troja twirled around, left foot still in a vice grip and it caused Joan to convulse in pain as her arm was bent the wrong way like Rust had lost to Lira. Troja chambered her leg to her chest before shooting it out and landing a strike square in the face of Joan. Joan let go at that moment before getting a face-shot and Troja was launched the appropriate distance.
Joan regained balance just as Troja made it to Cleaver.
Troja, still crawling forward, made it to Cleaver on time which was still in rifle mode. She came up around it and grabbed it in rifle positioning before aiming desperately.
Joan charged forward, shielth raised and ready to deflect the Explosive Round from the rifle.
Time slowed for the crowd.
The bullet exploded from the barrel, lighting the area around it briefly and glinting across the blue arcs across the steel shielth in front of it. The bullet surged through the air, whistling slightly, spinning and spinning and spurring towards its target. The Explosive Dust inside about to ignite across shielth like flint and tinder.
Time regained its speed.
The bullet landed and blew up on the shielth. Troja put down her gun which landed on the ground with a clank. She threw her head back and groaned. "Uggghhhh! That was longer than it should have-"
She was cut off by Joan.
"That is the second and last time my Blue Mortem will be disgraced."
"Go, Joan!" yelled John happily.
"Where is Joan?!" quipped Jillian d'Arcuze, the mother.
"She's on TV!" yelled John. "She's beating the crap out of Troja Sunstone, the heir to the Sunstone Joint-Stock Company!"
"The fourth most powerful company on the planet?!" she deadpanned, running over and looking at the screen. "Ian!" she called.
"Yes?!" he called from upstairs.
"Our only daughter is on TV in the Vytal Competition beating Troja Sunstone!"
"The Sunstone?" he called down quietly, not angrily.
"Yes."
"That's my girl!" he called, running downstairs and watching.
"She has my armor! And your sword and shielth!"
"At least she knows how to use it!" Ian retorted. "Yes!" he said. "Ooooh!" he went when Troja's hair got cut. "That'll be annoying. Girl's are annoying when their hair is cut off." He looked to Jillian knowingly.
She smacked him upside the head. "That was annoying."
"I know," Ian snickered.
"Quiet!" John yelled. "I wanna watch her!"
They smiled. "What about Militia?"
"You know?!"
"Oh, s***," she got bleeped out again. But she paid no mind as she was thrown across the arena from a fuming d'Arcuze. "Why did I even try?" she asked herself.
SLAM!
she went into the wall, cracking it at edges, cratering it in the middle.
"She's Crater Face Version Two!"
SMACK!
"OW!"
"That was one time, Jaune!"
"Owwwww..." Troja whined as she fell off slowly.
"It was supposed to hurt, you c***!"
"Damn!" Troja yelled, being bashed into the face and blocking with Cleaver at the last second. "I'm sorry!"
"Talk to the shielth!" Joan ordered, bashing her in the face again.
"Why do you like hitting people?!" Troja asked.
"Because they deserve it!" Joan answered, deepening her stance into a front stance. Crushing the floor beneath her right foot, she charged to Joan, disappearing in a plume of dark blue. It vanished as the winds finally caught up with her.
And like that, Troja was blocking at last second again, each time a SHIING ringing out across the arena as sword slid across sword. A CLANG every time sword landed on shield. And BANG every time the shielth hit face.
They were then crossed by sword again. Troja struggling against Joan's strength and vice versa. "Damn it..." Troja seethed, refusing to lose.
Joan pressed harder, sticking out a tongue to the side in effort.
"I...I yield..." Troja muttered.
Joan asked, "What?" Not mocking.
"I yield! Do not make fun of my loss!" Troja yelled.
"I wasn't," Joan deadpanned with a sweat drop as she let go, causing Troja to go wide eyed and fell forward from all the force she was putting into it. "I actually hadn't heard you."
The crowd cheered as the announcer ran down the steps to the unexpected yield. Troja swiveled over on herself to sit down with a hand behind her to hold her up and the other hand holding up Cleaver. She pouted before pulling both of her arms to cross them across her chest. Realizing she needed the weight after the last second, she fell hard on her back.
Joan giggled at Troja's idiocy before turning to the man and letting him hold her hand up. "And the winner of the Vytal Competition is Joan d'Arcuze over Troja Sunstone!"
"Yes!" John, Jerry, Jerard, Jacob, Julian, Jedediah, Jin-June, Jillian and Ian d'Arcuze all yelled at the same time.
Let me give you a heads up on the d'Arcuzes by this small, untraditional chart.
Father: Ian d'Arcuze.
Mother: Jillian Nikos (formerly) d'Arcuze
21: Jedediah.
20: Jerry.
19: Jacob.
18: John.
17: Joan.
16: Jerard.
15: Julian.
14: Jin-June.
"I told you guys she would win it!" John yelled, holding out a hand, his father following in his wake.
The money flowed in like water over cliff.
"Seven hundred Lien!" John yelled happily with Ian.
"I guess she really did grow up," Jillian said.
"Yeah..." Jedediah, Jerry and Jacob said. Jerard, Julian and Jin-June just giggled at their emasculation.
"Remember the Corsa?" Jillian asked Ian somberly, but quietly enough so that the conversing seven sons they had weren't listening.
"Yes," he said. "I just hope that Beacon doesn't turn to ruins after he realizes there's a Sunstone in his school."
"Enough of this somber attitude," she slapped him lightly. "Anyone up for some cake for the celebration?!"
"Not from you," Jedediah said with a smile.
"And why not?" she crossed her arm and leaned into a hip.
"My friend, Jennifer, already has one planned. Whole neighborhood is meeting at the top of the hill in an hour. You can make a cake for it if you want, but there's already party supplies going up there."
"Deal!" she yelled, running to the kitchen.
"Can I-?" Ian tried.
"NO!" Jillian yelled. "Last time you were in the kitchen you nearly burned the house down!"
The rest snickered at their careless father.
"Oh, you know you wanted to burn the house down, too," he retorted, causing them to laugh.
-= *End of Chapter 6* =-
YES! I finally got this done! Between this and Alive (REMADE), I think I want to concentrate on them both. They're the main series of both accounts, so they're more important than SCoaTH and aDahV. You know what stories I'm talking about.
Now, as for this Arc, it's over. Next one is a three month time skip. Ready your anuses!
And now, for the love of God, let the next Fanfiction begin!