( ) = Thoughts
Italic = Whisper/Singing
Bold = Yell/ Comm. Device
Underlined = Emphasized Words
Italic Bold = Store Signs/Titles (Read Aloud)
A/N: Roger: Why did we write this chapter again? 'Cause this was the worst idea if we wanted to keep our sanity.
Rodger: Because after the beatdown we finally get to meet Ozpin, and we finally get to see Beacon. In Volume 1 sadly...
Roger: *Sighs* I guess you're right, but did we need to name the chapter with a Yang pun?
Rodger: No, but if Yang found out that we didn't do that, you'd be in a hospital and I'd be healing back on Azeroth.
Roger: Fair enough, alright let's get this over with…
Prologue Finale: Ending with a Yang
"This month can't get any better!" I exclaimed, physically jumping with joy. "Not only do I get to teach at Beacon, but I get to have my own team!"
If you're wondering why I'm jumping and screaming like a madman, I have three reasons. One: I have a full professorship at Beacon Academy, and I get to teach their new 'advanced training' course. Two: I get the ability to make my own team, participate in initiation and pick the teams I want to teach. Three: I get to take the private tour of Beacon and meet the full staff, courtesy of Glynda.
To celebrate such a momentous occasion, I was going to do a nightclub spree, trying to visit every nightclub in upper & lower Vale. I wanted to find one nightclub in specific though, owned by a one Hei Xiong Jr., one of Vale's largest crime bosses. Apparently his father and my stepfather had a mutual relationship, as long as Senior kept his men in line, he'd be payed by Ed. Since I'm the head of the company now I need to make the same deal with Junior, and see if he can 'modernize' Horizon to suit a more teenage crowd.
"Ok, so we need casual and protective." I thought aloud, searching through my closet. "Lightweight, armored, not very restrictive and won't seem suspicious."
It took me about half an hour to find a suitable outfit. I had decided on a cream-colored waist-length coat, a brown t-shirt, white jeans and my black fingerless gloves. I decided to bring my new black & silver fedora just to hide my ears, for the sake of privacy. I was also bringing my newest toys, my twin Glock 21 .45 Cal. Handguns, Soulad & Svár (Harmony & Discord, translated from Czech.), customized with disposable dust cartridges and hair triggers, and my Armored Battle-gauntlets Yūgure & Yoake (Dusk & Dawn, translated from Japanese.), with concealable armor plating & dust crystals embedded in the knuckles.
"I'd say that's enough protection." I said, while holstering my guns & deactivating the gauntlets. "Time to paint the town silver."
I had a blast, I visited a total of 38 different nightclubs, bars and dance clubs, but no sign of Junior's place. I was riding around on the Orion when I noticed a pair of guards standing in front of a victorian-era building. The guards were dressed in matching red & black suits with red sunglasses and black fedoras, they had black handled axes at their sides and a slightly intimidating look. I found what I was looking for, the nightclub of Hei Xiong Jr.
"Excuse me gentlemen, mind if I go join the party?" I asked, with a smile on my face, which in turn got two axe heads pointed at my face. "Maybe not?"
"ID, and insignia kid." The right guard demanded. "Now."
"Alright, alright, sheesh make it hard on a guy." I muttered, digging around in my coat pockets. "Here, this should be everything you need to see." I said, handing them my Hunter's license I was able to combine both my birth & step families insignia to show them who I really am. My insignia composed of a set of Seraphim wings, wrapped in rose thorns, with a rose-pommeled sword placed in the middle. The wings & sword were the Ocel part of the insignia, while the rose & thorns were from the Mayson insignia.
"Y-you're an Ocel?!" The guard stammered, shakily while returning my license. "Go right in sir, have a pleasant night." The other guard finished, motioning me to go inside.
"(Talk about a mood change.)" I thought, walking down the dark hall. "(Guess Ed had more power over this place than I thought.)" I began to see a white light leading to a pair of circular grey doors.
"Here we go, let's see how this place turned out." I said, expecting the worst. "Time to meet another business partner."
RWBY Vol.1 Soundtrack "I Burn" Yellow Trailer Version, (By Jeff Williams & Vocals by Casey Lee Williams)- Required, loop optional.
When I passed through the doors I could say that I was shocked. The entire place was about the size of a two-story floorless mansion, with massive glass lighting fixtures, seemingly made to look like support columns. The color scheme mirrored the guards: red, white, grey and black. I saw a bar to the left of the entrance and a DJ booth directly in front of the entrance. After a quick glance around I saw who I was looking for, Junior.
I walked up to the bar and asked for my classic, wanting to get Junior's attention subtly. "White Fire, double shot of whiskey." The bartender looked suspicious for a moment, until I pulled out my ID. "19, turn 20 by the end of September." After looking over it he spun on the spot and began to make my drink. A "White Fire", a deadly combination of ghost pepper juice, cinnamon, whiskey and lime juice, however it was like drinking a cool beer to me.
"Here, that should cover it." I said, placing the purple Lien card on the counter. "Also, could you get your boss over here?" I asked. "I need to talk to him about a little business agreement." The bartender simply nodded and walked away. "(Not a very talkative fellow apparently.)" I waited for about 2 minutes flat, until I heard a voice behind me.
"So you're the kid who caused such a commotion." I heard, as a grizzled man sat beside me. "Name's Hei Xiong, call me Junior if you want." He said, handing his hand out. "Pleasure to meet a friend of my pop."
"Likewise." I replied, shaking his gloved hand. "Uh, one question?" I asked, looking behind him. "Who are the chicks?"
"Oh these two?" He asked, pointing behind him, I nodded. "Meet the Malachite twins, Miltia and Melanie. They're the more 'advanced' protection if my grunts fail."
"Hey (Hi.)" They said monotonously. "It's always nice to meet a friend of Junior's father." As they stepped out from behind Junior I got a better look at them. They had the same make-up on, the same bright green eyes, and were wearing the same laced-gothic ballerina outfit. Only way to tell them apart was the fact that Miltia was wearing red, while Melanie was wearing white. I also noticed the concealed claws on Miltia's gloves & the sharpened heels on Melanie's boots.
"Ok, that was creepy as fuck. " I said slightly creeped out by their simultaneous response. "Do they always do that, and what's so funny?" I asked Junior, who had a smirk on his face.
"You are the first person who said that out loud, and now I have another reason to like you." He explained, leaning on the bar. "SO, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"First: I came for the club. Second: I want to make sure our parents contract is still valid and Third: I need a favor, and I'll pay." That last comment gave him a glimmer in his eyes.
"Ok, I believe you, yes the contract is still valid, and what favor did you need and how much are you paying?" He said, answering all my previous questions.
"Remember the place your dad helped Ed build?" I asked, he simply nodded, waving the girls away after noticing my wandering vision. "I need the place remodeled for a more 'teenage' crowd, here's the plans and half of your payment." I finished, handing him an envelope.
"Cool, but I'll ask again. How much, in total?" He asked, wanting to know how much he was making. I responded with, "5 Million, 2.5 in that envelope and 2.5 after the jobs done. Professionally." His jaw dropped at that statement.
"You have to be kidding, you're trusting me with this much money?" He asked, looking at me suspiciously. "There's a catch, isn't there?"
"Yup, that check has to be signed by a company pen. Which I won't do until my club is to my parameters. Also you should find enough building materials in the third warehouse in Grid Plaza."
"Cool, now that's out of the way, how's about you and I talk over some hard liquor eh?" He asked, pulling a bottle of whiskey out of nowhere. I was going to say yes, until I noticed someone walk through the door. "What's up kid?" He asked, I pointed behind him. "Damn, he's early." He muttered. "Give me a few minutes kid, then we'll have our drinks."
While he was talking to the orange haired man, I began to think about what happened a month ago with Weiss. The fact that she held onto my hand until we got back to her father still intrigues me. After about ten minutes of waiting for Junior to end his conversation, I began to smell something, it was very strong and reeked of lavender & raspberry. I looked to the entrance & figured out who the source was, it was a blonde girl, about 2 years younger that me. She had waist length hair with lilac eyes, her outfit however was the more… ahem, "eye catching thing" about her. She was wearing a brown leather coat that barely made it past her waist, a yellow tank-top with a burning heart in the middle of it, cut-off jean-shorts & brown leather boots that reached her knees. For decoration she had a few orange bandanas placed around her upper left arm and right boot, a pair of similar black fingerless gloves and matching golden bracelets. Judging by her build, stance and her gloves she preferred to fight hand-to-hand and liked to be gawked at, seeing most of the men nearly snap their necks to look at her.
As she walked up to the bar she waved the bartender over and ordered her drink. "Strawberry Sunrise, no ice, and one of those tiny umbrellas." Her voice was calm, yet with a hint of violence. I thought about going over and talking to her, but Junior beat me to the punch.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" Junior asked, trying to joke with her.
"Aren't you a little old to be called 'Junior'? She replied, in the same mocking tone.
"Why are you even here blondie?" Junior asked. "You want something?"
"Yes, information." She said, placing a picture on the table. "Have you seen this woman?"
"Sorry, I'm not allowed to divulge that kind of information blondie." Junior mocked, I began to feel the air heat up slightly.
"Please don't call me 'blondie', I prefer to be called 'sir'." She said, placing her fist into Junior's crotch. Earning a wince from almost every guy in the club, including me. "Now I'll ask you again, have you seen her?"
"Look blondi- sir." Junior caught himself, groaning from the increasing discomfort as she pushed her fist further into his crotch. "I haven't seen her, honestly. Now unless you want to leave this place alive, I'd recommend stopping."
"Fine, I got what I needed anyways." She said, retracting her fist. "You owe me a drink by the way."
"You're gonna pay for that blondie." Junior growled.
"Ah come on Junior, lighten up!" She said cheerfully, leading him onto the dance floor. "Let's just kiss and make-up" She finished, after walking into the center of the dance floor.
"Uh… ok." Junior agreed, leaning in to kiss her.
"(She's really going through with this?)" I thought, until realizing what she's doing. ("Oh, I guess I will be able to test my new toys.)" Upon finishing my thought I heard the familiar sound of fist hitting face, and the sight of a flying Junior sent into the bar.
"Huh, guess that's my queue." I said, downing the rest of my drink. "J, bill any damages to my account, 'cause I'm going to have a little needed fun." I finished, as a sinister smirk began to form on my face.
After seeing the sight of Junior getting the figurative shit knocked out of him, Junior's grunts finally decided to act. I saw that the 'blonde brawler', (I decided to nickname her since I didn't know her name.) had already activated her weapons. A pair of shotgun battle-gauntlets, which looked a near perfect copy of my gauntlets; minus the shotgun blaster. However, she didn't notice the two guards who had the intelligence to draw ranged weapons. For her safety and my enjoyment I drew Harmony and took aim, *BANG!* BANG*, as I watched both of their guns melt from the fire dust rounds.
"What the?!" The blonde exclaimed. "Where did those shots come from?!"
"Hi." I said, walking up behind her, dodging her insanely quick punch. "Easy, I'm on your side." I continued, activating my gauntlets. "Shall we?"
"I think I'm gonna like you, name's Yang." She said, holding her hand out. "Rodger." I said, shaking it. "Ok, now that introductions are done, let's get to punching the heck out of these guys." Yang said evilly, cracking her knuckles.
~20 Grunts Later
"Wow, you fight like a savage!" Yang said, replacing the spent belts of shells in her gauntlets. "Where did you learn to do that, and can you teach me?"
"Not telling, personal secret." I replied, replacing the cracked crystals on my gloves. "And I could teach you a move or two, but that's it."
"Ok, sweet. If you're going to- wait a minute… why are the lights turning off?" Yang asked, as the lights began to center on three figures, Junior, Miltia and Melanie.
"I said you were going to pay blondie, I always keep my promises. And you too kid?"
"Eh, I got bored." I admitted, then I got an idea. "Yang, I need you to hit me in the stomach as hard as you can, I've got a theory."
"You're crazy, I'm not going to punch-" She stopped as she noticed a strand of yellow floating in front of her face. "D-did you just cut my hair?" I nodded, watching her eyes turn crimson red. "YOU BASTARD!" She screamed, slamming her fist directly into my gut.
*Ragged Coughing* "Thanks… Hehehe…" I began to laugh as my aura & eyes turn a citrus orange, then a laugh that would never be forgotten rang through the club. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! God it's good to be back!" As a familiar sadistic voice rang out. "Thanks blondie, I really needed that."
"What the hell?!" Junior exclaimed. "What the hell happened to the kid?!"
"Oh right my apologies, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Matakishi Orochi, your soon to be murderer." He finished, his face twisting into his classic psychopathic smile. "Yang, let me handle this. The boss never gave me an opportunity like this in months." She just stood there in shock. "Great, thanks love. Now where were we?"
(Scene too graphic for all audiences)
A/N: Rodger: Wait what? Why can't we type out the beatdown?
Roger: It seems that my computer can't take the sheer amount of bloodshed and carnage.
Rodger: Bullshit, is there a way around it then?
Roger: We could let Yang do it, or we could rewind the timeline and let Yang handle Junior, while you handle the Malachite twins.
Rodger: Depends, how many words are we at now?
Roger: 2,646 and counting.
Rodger: Sure, Nozdormo gave me this hourglass for my personal uses. Time to use it again. Rewind!
~30 Minutes Before~
"Wow, you fight like a savage!" Yang said, replacing the spent belts of shells in her gauntlets. "Where did you learn to do that, and can you teach me?"
"Sorry, personal secret." I replied, replacing the cracked crystals on my gloves. "I could teach you a move or two, but that's it."
"Ok, sweet. If you're going to- wait a minute… why are the lights turning off?" Yang asked, as the lights began to center on three figures, Junior, Miltia and Melanie.
"I said you were going to pay blondie, I always keep my promises. And you too kid?"
"Eh, I got bored and you technically violated your father's contract by assaulting an innocent without sustaining permanent injury." I notified as Junior began to tense up. "You can still walk away, forget this little incident and I'll renew the contract."
"You know what how 'bout this, if you and blondie can beat me and the twins I'll renew the contract. What do ya' say?" Junior asked, leaving a very tempting offer. "Well?"
"Deal, but you fight Yang and I fight the twins." I decided, watching them split up. "Watch J, he doesn't seem to have strong vision on his right. Aim for him after getting behind him." Yang nodded, reactivating her gauntlets. We walked towards our opponents, I switched to my handguns to try a new dust type I created, 'Impact'. "So ladies, Shall we dance?" I said, switching my handguns to full auto.
It was complete chaos after the fight started. I've had experience fighting multiple opponents, and I still had trouble with these two. They countered each other's weaknesses so well, Miltia used her claws to block my bullets and when I switched to my gloves Melanie wouldn't even let me get close. Their only weakness I could capitalize on was they had terrible synchronization in their movements, which was hard since they were never apart. So I had to use something I haven't tried, my most volatile dust I had created 'Energy', I loaded a full cartridge and held the trigger down… my ears were still ringing after the dust had settled. I saw that both Malachite twins were plastered against the opposite wall, I began to turn around when I saw a cloud of glass fly in front of me. Watching a yellow blur rush past me, followed by Junior flying out of the top window.
*Panting* "Never… EVER… Touch my hair again." I heard Yang say, trying to catch her breath. "Whoo, that was… tiring." She concluded, walking out.
"Woah…" I just stood there, staring in awe. "H-hey wait!" I called, snapping out of my stupor. Yang stopped as I walked over and handed her two things. "The silver card is a VIP card for Horizon, the other card is my scroll number. Call me and meet me there and we'll talk training."
"Thanks dude, also I heard one of the grunts say Ocel, are you…?" I nodded. "Cool, I now know a famous and hot dude." She continued her walk out. "Later stud, see you in a few days."
After Yang exited we see a girl who looks to be 15 wearing a red hood. "Yang, is that you?" She asked. "Did you do this?"
"Oh hey Ruby, and well… it's a long story." Yang said, walking with the girl called Ruby.
A/N: We did it, the prologue is finally over. Volume 1 can finally begin, and we can finally get to know the characters related to the other authors. Also, I will be working on a playlist of recommended and required music during the production of Volume 1.
Now I can finally write this, the casualty list. A list of all fallen characters in my stories.
RWBY's Origin: Prologue Total deaths- 5:
(More statistics will be added as the stories progress.)
Edward Ocel
Thalia Ocel
Leon Ocel
Carson Ocel
Samson Ocel
