So, I don't own RWBY, even though I wish I did.
Now, onto the results of the poll I placed up last week! I have looked over the results, and the pairing that was voted the most was...
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...More drama...
...BLACK ROSE! So, black rose is what the viewers wanted, and so they shall get!
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Yang had woken up many different ways before, but with a splitting headache, a sore hand and a broken wrist? Never, has that ever occurred; in fact God must be laughing at her right now, creating such a strong person to end up like this. The very idea of her being beaten in the arena by another first year was so inconceivable that many had to check the scrolls they used to record the match and watch it again, just to make sure that their eyes weren't tricking them and the famed Yang Xiao Long was taken down, easily, by the newest scariest person in all of Beacon history.
She groaned, and just then realised there were two others in the room with her; one with a black bow, and one with a tiara and a scowl replacing her otherwise emotionless face.
"Well, well...look who decided to wake up." Blake teased, earning a weak, hoarse 'go to hell' from Yang.
"What...the hell happened?" Yang wheezed, earning a sigh from Weiss and a slight smirk from Blake.
"You, Yang Xiao Long, got smashed through several walls of concrete by Reaper, and she supercharged her semblance as well!" Weiss exclaimed, earning a sigh from Yang and yet again another smirk from Blake. "What she did...it should have been impossible. She used shadows, glyphs, flames and some sort of teleportation and all without passing out straight away as well." Weiss added quietly. "She should've died."
Blake brought up her scroll to show a recording of Reaper and Yang fighting, then Reaper using the shadows, glyphs and flames, then her teleportation/speed to knock Yang flying, and that's when Yang, in the hospital bed, winced.
"Wow...is that even supposed to be possible?" Yang groaned, feeling her headache form again.
Weiss brought up a small window in her scroll and showed it to them, showing it to be documentation on semblances. "Technically, it is impossible. The human and Faunus bodies can only sustain one or two semblances. Reaper, as was shown before, had at least five different ones."
Blake nodded and continued from her extensive knowledge. "While it can be possible to hold three, five is still considered too much power for one body to hold. Any more than three would rip the soul apart, and only one other person has had more than three before, and according to the documents from Ozpin and the numerous sources I have talked to, it was excruciatingly painful." Blake winced as she remembered a metaphor from one of her 'sources'. "He said that it was something akin to having your skin peeled off with a butter knife, then your insides deciding to self-destruct."
As Blake said this, Weiss had a face of blankness, and Yang a face of horror. "You mean...so, she's like some sort of freak of nature then?" Weiss nodded with Yang's question.
"Well...I wouldn't say that, exactly...did anyone see her blood when she spat it out?"
"It's black as night..." Weiss rehearsed, remembering what her mother told her, and suddenly it all clicked. This girl was not only some Reaper, it was THE Reaper her mother was talking about. She excused herself immediately and ran outside the room, heading for a quiet spot so she could make a very important call.
"What do you suppose that was about?" Yang inquired, causing Blake to shrug, albeit feel very aware of the heiress now.
(^^^^^^)
"Ozpin, you keep her there, I'm coming down, and I'll be there in an hour, two maximum."
Ozpin sipped his coffee before replying to the scroll. "Of course, Qrow, but you can't tell her she's here."
Ozpin heard something akin to a gasp over his scroll. "But she needs to know. She's her goddamn mother for god's sake!"
Ozpin just sighed, and looked at the scroll, even though Qrow couldn't see, with a somewhat sorry look. "I know, Qrow, and I'm sorry, but if she finds out Ruby's here, she'll destroy the school looking for her."
Qrow grumbled something. "Ozpin, I'm already on my way now, we'll talk about this later." And just like that, the line to his scroll was cut, the small, monotonous beeeeeep! Emanated through the room.
Ozpin sipped from his coffee again before looking over to a small photograph of him and two other women, one with a slightly swelled stomach, the other with a white cloak and black and red tipped hair, both with their hands interlocked.
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Two hours after Ozpin's call to Qrow, a certain jittery red-themed Faunus woke.
Ruby awoke with the biggest headache she has ever had. Right now she felt like that time when someone forced her to chug pure alcohol. Thanks to her being a Faunus, she didn't get poisoning, but she did wake up with one of the worst hangovers. Of all time. Ever.
The room around her seemed to spin in all directions, making the elaborate paintings on the wall look like simple twists of paint. Her hands looked like they were glowing, and she closed and opened her eyes again, only to find that they weren't, that it was a simple trick of the mind. She felt like a jackhammer was being let loose in her head, and all the while the walls and floors of her mind were suffering nine-scaled earthquakes. Her eyes spun, her head felt light and heavy at the same time, her body like both lead and air. She felt as if she was on cloud-nine with a chain made of lead attached to her ankles. To say this was the worst day of her life is an overstatement, because she had suffered worse, but this came as an extremely close second.
Off to her far left- or was it her right? Off to one direction, she heard noise, which was later seen to be Glynda, walking silently across the floor, trying to avoid waking Reaper up. She didn't manage, as Reaper's clearly sensitive ears showed, to keep quiet as she walked. Even though her feet were muffled, each footstep resounded through her ears- both sets- like the force of a drum being beat right next to her.
Ruby groaned, causing Glynda to look at her with astonishment, before grabbing a glass of water and walking over to her.
"How are you feeling, Ruby?" Glynda whispered, but even that was like a megaphone next to her head. Ruby whined and held her hands over her wolf ears, forgetting that she had human ears as well. Glynda sighed and grabbed a piece of paper, writing her questions on the piece.
"Drink the water, it should help with the headache, you could just be dehydrated." Ruby read it before nodding and, in one gulp, finished the entire glass.
Glynda got up and went over to the medical cupboard in her bathroom that was there for emergencies. She popped open the doors to it and routed around for a minute, finding what she was looking for and closing it again, bringing to a now confused Ruby two flat, circular white pills.
"Swallow them; they should help with the headache." Ruby, after reading the note written by Glynda, swallowed the two pills almost wearily, expecting them to be a poison of some kind or some sort of sedative. After a minute of nothing happening, she sighed, got out of the bed, her head spinning, and staggered towards the door to and from the hallway that led to the classrooms outside Glynda's room. The headache would be there for a while, but her dizzyingly terrible sense of direction would go away soon, replaced with her usual acute sense.
Looking back, she saw Glynda just stare at her, as if this was expected or necessary, but that was far from the truth; Glynda just pegged it to one of Ruby's many fears, and so let her leave without so much as a goodbye- mainly because she thought saying something would set her off into a panic attack or something.
Reaper looked left and right in the corridor, smiled to herself slightly under the now raised cloak and made sure her leather jacket was fastened tightly, before walking out, and closing the door behind her to hear a small group of girls' gossiping in the corner. As soon as Reaper began walking, the door closed behind her, head down and eyes averting everything, they stopped talking; Reaper was infamous in just a day of being here as not only a criminal wanted in all of Vale and Atlas, but an insane one; and that had five semblances, as well. Needless to say, every single student either ignored her, or avoided her.
Not that she cared. She had survived this far without people, so she could survive a little longer.
(^^^^^^)
Weiss had found a small, secluded area away from everyone, and punched the number for her father's office.
The machine dialled once, twice, three times before a woman's voice sounded over it. Unless her father had a sexual orientation change, she was sure this heavenly soft voice belonged to her mother. If she had to guess, her father was away on business in Mistral or Vacuo, attending some inter-seas board meeting or looking over the newest stocks of Dust.
"Rosemary Schnee, co CEO of the Schnee Dust Company-" Weiss didn't let her mother continue after that.
"Hello, mother..." Weiss said, with a surprising- even to her- politeness to her voice.
"...Weiss? Hello dear! How are you at Beacon?" she sounded genuine, more so than her father would have.
Weiss smiled slightly at the joviality of her mother; one minute she's formal and business-like, then she's cheery and happy. Her mother certainly was a mystery.
"I'm fine mother, but I've called to tell you something you may want to hear..."
"Oh, such as? Is it gossip?" Her mother actually sounded genuinely interested at that; Weiss shook her head. She really was a child at heart sometimes.
"Well, a certain wolf Faunus with a certain red cloak and a certain scythe is attending Beacon." Weiss smirked to herself.
Over the phone her mother grew eerily...quiet. On Rosemary's end, this was big news. Reaper, her almost-but-not-quite best friend was at Beacon? With her daughter? She didn't know whether to be proud of Reaper for joining or terrified of something happening to her.
Oh and something happening to her daughter as well, that was...important-ish, as well.
"...Mother?"
"Oh, Weiss...that's excellent news. How is she doing?"
"Well...can we talk about that later? I need to tell you something important."
"Of course..."
Mother...she supercharged her semblance, but she doesn't only have one..."
There was a pause. "What do you mean? She has two semblances?"
Weiss sighed. "Not really...she has five."
There was a gasp on the other end of the scroll. "Five!? That's impossible. Weiss, dear are you sure you didn't hit your head on something?"
"I knew you'd doubt it, so I've sent you a video, it should be getting there right about..." just as she said that, a small, audible ding that indicates a message or link could be heard over the scroll. "...now."
After a minute or two of Rosemary watching the video on the other end with a separate scroll, Weiss could hear the battle plain as day in her own head. That haunting giggling and laughter that Reaper gave off...it was disturbing to say the least. She turned her head from the secluded spot under a tree and saw a small, red and black VIP limousine pull up, and she had t strain her eyes to see, but the old man that stepped out, with grey speckling his hair and small, red highlights at the tips of his hair was odd to her, to say the least. For some reason, he reminded her of Reaper...
Her mother's voice brought her out of her questioning gaze at the man. "Weiss...what I just saw shouldn't be possible..."
Weiss breathed a small breath of relief. At least her mother didn't think she was imagining things. "I know, but she has five semblances, and somehow she hasn't destroyed herself from the inside out."
"What was with that laughing...?"
"That, mother, was her insanity. What you just saw is what she has to go through... and she's scared of me."
"Weiss, what did you do?"
"...I...Mother...breaking up...can't talk...bye..." just as Weiss' mother began to protest, Weiss switched off the scroll and threw it in her skirt pocket, silently thanking all gods in the heavens, and some demons as well, that her mother was too busy to make the trip over to Beacon. But that man with the red ad black limousine; he looked oddly important, and at the same time the way he got out was as if he had some sort of reunion he needed to get to and was scared of missing it.
Oh, how little she knew how right she was...