(2023/1/21)
So. Hello, you probably didn't expect this chapter, me too. I never expect to write this either.
Anyway, there's simply no correct way to write this message, but since I am doing this, may as well do a genuine and throughout job of it.
So, the first point to deliver, I'm alive. Alive and well, for quite a while.
On 2022/10/22, I made a dumb decision, decision, which I, in a moment of vulnerability, unclear thoughtline, made a severe lapse in my decision and judgment making, on top of a rational common logic that I was perfectly capable of performing at the moment of the event.
In the simplest term and family-friendly wording, I tried to make myself become the state of not-living. Which, given the existence of this message, and the fact you guys are reading it, means my attempts obviously failed to work or succeed.
I will spare you the detail and get to the point I want to deliver, I, regret my decision. Not only I ran away from everything, but I ran away from myself. (which is extremely ironic, considering that Raven is my most hated character in RWBY.)
After not succeeding in my attempt, in the following days and weeks, I constantly find myself seating in silence in my own rooms for hours, not doing anything, losing all sense of purpose.
Yet I kept returning to this story, the script file I left in my cloud drive, I keep returning to it, continuously writing more to it, even after I made to post about my departure.
And I felt genuinely disgusted, disgusted about myself, about the story I abandoned, and the crowd of followers I betrayed, I was, for the lack of better wording, yearning for everything to go back to where it was.
But we all know that is impossible, I can't take back what I said and put it up on the internet, I don't deserve it, I throw away everything, by my own decision, so I can't just return, say sorry and then continue as nothing happened.
I regret of abandoned this story simply because of my personal life issue, and want to return and complete it because this story deserves it. But I'm scared, terrified even, do I deserve to return? Probably not.
But does this story deserve to be finished? Yes.
Should my insecurity and fear keep me from continuing this story? No.
I, am coming back, to continue writing as a hobby, enjoying fiction, and trying my best to finish this story that I started. I can't promise that I won't get emotionally unstable again to pull another suicide thought, but I'll improve and strive to do better.
I don't think I want to take down the page of my suicide message. I need to keep it there as a reminder of what I almost did. But I'll move it to the author's note in the previous chapter, I can't have new readers that stumble upon this story to see a whole chapter named: Regretful News, that is not okay.
So anyway, here are two chapters as my apology make-up gift for the trouble I have caused.
I have Ch 18 in the work right now. Should be up in Feb.
Chapter 16: Ghastly Omens
"I sense a surprising secret at the center of this riddle!"
Prince Peasley - Fabulous Prince of Beam Beam Kingdom
A few minutes after the news staff member celebrating party ends in the Boss Minions' castle hold, the Boss Minions marched their way to the Cross Continental Transmit (CCT) tower, where headmaster Ozpin's office lies. They have one goal and one order in mind.
To get to the bottom of all the secrets Ozpin has.
Preferably without the need to resolve to violence, as the act does not put them in good light. The man promised to answer any question they may have, and by extension, include curiosity. From Ludwig's through-out fool-proof calculation as expected.
The Koopaling had a lot of time to think about what needed to be gathered and clarified. Magic and the erasure of magic's existence are the first priority that needs to be cleared up, as things don't entirely add up with what they learned from the text recorded in the book; and then the mentioning of ambitious individuals that seek the power that the headmaster had warned them about, there are reasons why one would desire power, usually for something ambitious, which is something the Bowser Kingdom doesn't tolerate competition-wise. (As Ludwig would put it, write out the notes that don't fit in the section. Aka, weed out the potential problem before it becomes an actual threat.)
And, of course, the mysterious dragon-shaped continent, the land that was infested with Grimm, basically overflowing with them and has been theorized to be the source where most Grimm originated from. If they were to conquer this world, this problem needs to be tackled and addressed.
It does not matter if Ozpin answers truthfully to them, they can simply check the authenticity of the Beacon headmaster's credential once they had gained a reliable source in the criminal world of Vale, assuming the underworld knows better when it comes to information (and them preferably not running into the ones that are actively seeking their power), then they can check out the deepest secret this Academy, or by extension, this kingdom holds.
Depending on how the Huntsman headmaster cooperates, they'll decide if they should keep the current relationship, providing that the underworld is willing to cooperate and make a simple trade of info and doesn't attempt to feed them false answers.
Although in all fairness and hindsight, they'll conquer the underworld too, regardless of what happened. Assuming things go according to their plan and pace.
But of course, as usual fashion, things didn't go the way they wanted. Not exactly the way they had feared so to speak… the haywire went in a direction none of them were anticipating.
When they arrived at the tower, King Boo, being the "Nice" guy he is, decided to make Ozpin feel comfortable just a bit, by sneaking into his office directly in order to make the headmaster get used to their presence as they're about to meet face to face. And, considering how easy the feat is for the ghost to pull off, plus the fact he does this kind of thing all the time, and the fact that the Boss Minions can't do much about it either. The ghost monarch smugly excused himself, promising that he won't do any stupid act until the rest of them arrive, much to Goodwitch's inner distress.
Spoiler, King Boo didn't… well, in his defense, not exactly according to his own pranking calculations.
When the ghost monarch phased his way to Ozpin's office in the transparent state, he saw the headmaster jerk violently in discomfort and distress, and something fell from his head and rolled on the floor. A simple piece of bejeweled crown, a beautiful golden base enhanced with diamond gems that seemingly looked ranibowly with the color flicking red and green based on the angle you look at.
'The hell was he doing?'Thoughts the ghost as he observed the man with a sparring glare.
Being a prankster who gives no damn about what people say and thought, year upon year of bad habits kicked in like a scripted program, and King Boo's body reacts on its own. The ghostly man picked up the crown, observed, and inspected it, while making a whistle about the quality of the object.
The thing is definitely something of importance and perhaps historical value, it looks like a crown a royalty would wear.
It would be a damn shame if someone were to fool around with it, ehh?
That, being the first thought that came into his mind.
In Boo's defense, not his best moment…
Without any hesitance, King Boo turn himself visible, purposefully make wide motion to get himself noticeable, took off his prized crown, and placed the headmaster's crown on his head, while making a mocking grimace. Completely ignore the morbid look and cry of stop from Ozpin, as the headmaster tried to sprint toward him.
That's when everything suddenly whiteouts for King Boo.
- (? ? ? ?) -
When King Boo's mind registers, he finds himself in isolation, alone, staring at a void made of starry cosmos, as if he's in the space.
What in the?... He looked around, and feel like he was indeed floating in the cosmic vacuum. All around him are glittering stars and celestial planetary.
Then, across him, an illusion appeared and obscured King Boo's vision, seemly take over the celestial space, the surround was then shifting into darkness, dimming darkness, the only source of light being the blueish light torches hanging beside what appears to be the window frame, and the ominously cold blue glow from the crystal chandeliers hanging in the ceiling above.
It takes him a few seconds to process, but he realized that he's looking at Beacon's ballroom, well… it should be if his memory served him correctly.
What in the world? The ghost pondered, what exactly is going on? He tried to move his body around, but to his confusion, it did not, he can turn around, but not move away from the spot he was in, as if he was held in place by a gravitational pull.
It didn't take long before something important occupied his attention, something that he could not ignore.
"No matter where I go, it just had to get in my way, was it? Even on a completely alien planet, this damn machine just had to show its face, doesn't it?" A venomous voice spoke, one that King Boo thought he would never hear again. The all too familiar and yet unpleasant feeling surged through his mind.
The ghost drats his eyes toward the source of the voice inside the darkness, and then he spots it. The same bloodless void and encroaching magenta glow that had haunted him all these years, the source and the cause of his own personal hell.
The power-hungry phantom who hunger for authority above all ghost.
The tyrant who murdered his own kind to make an example.
The bastard who transforms people into portrait art for his morbid fascination.
His twin brother by Boo biology.
The recognition, however, ends there, as everything else is basically a strange experience of deja-vu yet mixed with unfamiliarness. His brother too had transformed into a human and Boo hybrid like him. Save for the glowing magenta eyes and blue tongue, and that overly-glorified big-ass diamond jewel crown that brings all the attention and represents his brother's overly-inflate ego.
What the hell?! What is this?! The heck is he doing here on Remnant? Weren't he supposed to be imprisoned in that nutjob E Gadd's possession? Why is he here? Boo's eyes almost bulge out of their stocks. How? What? Why?
Unfortunately for him, the strange situation pressed on and forward as he did not receive any breathing room for his mind to process and decode everything.
"Release my friends!" The Arc boy that made him lose the 10 coins bet suddenly shows up, busting through the door and making his way into the room, with a strangely familiar red vacuum hanging on his back.
Wait a minute, that thing… that's that ghost vacuum that crazy old coot E. Gadd made, wasn't it?
Then, floating into the scene beside the boy, was himself. "Alright, you heard the kid, dude, surrender, or else you'll get another tour inside the vacuum, and we both know how much you hate this slurping machine."
Across them, his self-declared ghost king brother scoffed. "Pardon? What makes you think you're in the position to make demands?" His brother retorted, with a confidence that made Boo's body flinch in nervousness.
Why is this nut job here? Don't tell me he escaped again? What is he planning this time? Wait no, how DID he get here?! The knowledge of the news regarding the haunting hotel known as Last Resort by the ghost community, and its owner, Hellen Gravely and her scheme, and that the renowned E Gadd had once again successfully imprisoned his dangerous ghost brother resurfaced in his mind (Big thanks to the green scary cat Luigi no less), given the knowledge he learned, it should be the 3rd times his brother is properly containment, although his brother was allowed for a brief freedom to breathe air and participated in the World Tournament Kart Race as a gesture of mercy (He'll never understand Princess Peach and her seemly boundless forgiveness and tolerance).
Yet this freedom presence of his brother had spoken a worrisome story. Cause unknown, but he got out again.
Then, as if to confirm his sinking feeling, Boo saw it, summoned to his brother's side by a purple portal, a portrait art. A damned portrait art that contains the image of Glynda Goodwitch and Pyrrha Nikos, the image showing a weaponless Goodwitch trying to shield Nikos from something.
Ahh shit, bastard got the drop on those two. Boo observed the art as he got a basic grasp of the situation, answered by the common expression of those that got turned and trapped inside Portrait art. The art's strongest value comes from the fact it captures the exact moment of the life of its destined target. The expression of fear, the Portrait Art makes it possible to encapture such moments for eternity, an everlasting eternity. The reason why his broth is so damn obsessed with capturing everything, to allowing him the act of admiring his prey relish in fear… forever.
"Alright, just so you know, it tore me apart to do such a thing. But one wrong move, even just a simple twitching, if you dare to raise that damn suction head at me. They, are, goners." King Boo(LM) speak venomously and brought his hand to conjure a ball of ghost fire in his palm. "That's right, I will burn down this fine art, and in turn, it will kill your precious friends. Now… Are you really going to risk and endanger their life? Hmm? Do you?"
Watching all the chaos from a third-personish view, Boo concludes. So this must have been some sort of a vision I'm witnessing then. That was the only reasonable explanation he could surmise to explain this strange experience, that he's looking at the future.
This, however, comes with the problem, how far? How far into the future is he looking at? Few months later? A year? When does this moment take place? If only there was any cylinder to look at in this vision…
Although shocking, the Arc boy had more guts than Boo initially thought. "You're baffling. You're extremely infatuated with a strong fighter like Pyrrha, and even more so with a seasonal huntress like professor Goodwitch. As you have put it, qualities like them are too precious and rare to come by." Jaune Arc called, while not making any move, his hand had gone pale from the amount of strength tightening on the grip around the vacuum head, the boy's stress intensity is just 1 trigger away from exploding.
The hateful glare hardening further, his brother answered. "Bluffing? You foolish human, if I'm going to bluff, I would just use a worthless empty frame to get the job done. No… this… is a real promise." That sounds plausible, considering how much Boos loves to look down on literally everything, you have to be a real pain in the… *Ahem* ass to get the Boos to take you seriously. Or worse, want you gone permanently. This fact is even more apparent with his brother who treasured his 'collection'more than anything.
Which is the exact same conclusion and sentiment both Boo and his future image self had understood, as his future self made his comment. "He's right, kid, don't act rashful all the sudden, he's not fucking around, trust me, I know my brother well. Perhaps a bit too well…"
King Boo(LM) let out a hum as he cocked a brow. "Ho? Interesting, to think that you actually got a brain." The evil ghost mocked.
Instead of feeling insulted, future King Boo, however, shrugged as he flashed a cheeky smile. "What can I say? I'm just full of surprise." Present Boo himself listened on with the same gleeful grin. Damn right we are.
The evil ghost snarled as he furrowed his scorn further. "Don't act coy with me now, if you value your… new friends. You know exactly what's at stake."
Boo watched his future self click his tongue and put a hand to hold the Arc boy in place. Well shit, we're really not fuck around, are we? This is bad, given how everything looked so far, this must have been a final confrontation between them, if his brother is directly resolved to actual underhand tactics, it must have also meant that they have been successfully tearing down whatever evil scheme he's cooking this time, and most likely have cornered him enough that he's desperate enough to get personal.
With a wave of a hand from King Boo(LM), the texture of the art changed, from detailed monochrome sketches to moving oil canvas. The frozen image of Glynda and Pyrrha came to life.
"What the…?" "Huh…?" The witch of Beacon and the Champion girl inside the painting let out a confused cry, indicating them to be the real deal indeed.
Facing to address the two, the evil ghost commanded. "Drop that damn vacuum machine, and I promise your friends would be safe, they'll be framed nicely on my collection wall with all my precious collection, sheltered, guarded, and secured, for eternity…"
The two captured ladies seem to come back to their senses, and realize their own situations, before snapping their focus to Jaune and Boo. "Jaune!/Mister Arc!"
Glaring, Jaune held himself calm and contains his composition, before pressing on one more time. "And what if I refuse?"
Without a warning, another purple portal opens up beside the evil ghost and sends out another Portrait art that contains what appears to be an armored Atlassian soldier.
Not even giving them any chance to react, King Boo(LM) lit the portrait art on with ghost fire.
"AAWwwwhHHHAaaaaaAAAAA!" Screams the Atlassian Soldier from within the art. "It BURNS! IT BURNS!" The soldier's horrendous scream echoes in the ballroom, silent out any noise with its deafening presence.
Then, in an instant, completely engulfed by the flame, the art turned into a pile of scorched dust and scatter on the floor, and the soldier was no more.
Such a display of atrocious seems to finally freeze the Arc boy in terror as his bravery escaped him with his face went ashen, eye-widening in shock and terror. The boy instinctively took a step back, fearfully.
Had once again made another example with the sacrifice of his precious arts, glaring at the duo, King Boo(LM) returns his free hand toward the Portrait that contains Pyrrha and Goodwitch, the purple ghost fire just inches away from touching the flammable texture. The ladies in the frame back away from the immense danger that's right at their noses. "I will not repeat myself, DROP, that DAMN MACHINE, or SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR FRIENDS!"
Then, King Boo blackouts, and the vision abruptly ends, leaving him with hanging suspense.
When everything connected again, King Boo was standing in where he was in Ozpin's office, his hands still placing the bejeweled crown on his head. The vision comes just as fast as it leaves, as if all those visions happened in a simple tick of a second.
Shocked, baffled, and flabbergasted even, King Boo blinked as he slowly turn to face Ozpin, whose hand was just a few inches away from reaching him, and the man looked like all years of life had left his body, leaving a livid corpse behind that's dreaded for whatever was on his mind.
His sense finally connecting, groaning, the ghost king slowly took off the crown that didn't belong to him, and placed it back on Ozpin's desk, before letting out a long sigh as he shot the headmaster a mean glare.
"Alright… buddy, you know… I sort of pity you, 'cause you just got a lot that needs to be explained to my friends and myself, especially myself." He then deadpanned. "But at the same time, not, because I know very well that I'm 100% being involved by whatever the heck this mess is. Regardless of what this crown's deal is. Even though all I want is to slack off."
And there goes the thought of leaving all the work to his colleague and taking this whole stranding on a different world thing as a vacation. Because he definitely can't ignore his psychotic brother's presence here. And more frustratingly, works, work that he can't dodge.
Oh joy, the irony, didn't think he would one day play the role of a hero who stops those… quote on quote "Bad Guys". This job of Ozpin better pays.
- (Time Skip) -
A stream of black liquids enters a space made of flesh accompanied by many white brick-like objects composed of multiple layers of both hard and soft tissue, the darkness itself made contact with the delicate and sensitive system that is known as the taste sensory. Gulping greedily, the container that holds the wonder of darkness, a darkness blacker than a moonless night, hotter and more sweeter than hell itself. Cocca, one of the many wonders mankind discovered, perhaps greater than the finding of Dust… ok, that one might be a bit of personal bias…
Open his eyes, from the small visual view behind the body of his white mug, Ozpin finds 5 pairs of eyes staring back at him.
The academy headmaster wonders which cup is the one he's currently emptying today, he had lost count after 12. And he doubted the energy from the crystalline compound would be enough to help him survive today's ordeal, besides, it's not like he'll be getting any sleep today. At this point, he's just numbing himself with the fragrance, and the sweetness, a sweetness that strangely gives him comfort. Comfort better than any encouraging words, or any reassuring pacifying act would ever bring him...
Well… it would seem that he is addicted, addicted to cocoa, after all, caffeine is, by all definitions, a drug…
Well… supposedly there are worse substances to get addicted to. One previous incarnation of being a drunken addict was enough of a life experience.
Casting aside the redundant thoughts, signing inwardly and dispelling away the nervousness with fake courage, Ozpin placed the now empty mug down on his desk, before looking to his "responsibility".
Across him, taking their respective seats, the 5 newly recruit staff took their ground and stand against Ozpin, each harboring an expression of their own, which he couldn't decipher clearly no matter how he tried. From intense unearthing in Goomboss's intimate glare; to the passive patient smile in King Bob-omb's passive manner; to the non-stopping prey-watching stare in Big Bully's stoic mask; to the emotionless pupils that peer like sharp blades that tore holes in his soul from King Boo's worrying silence; to the absent glare look in Petey's expression, who looked like his mind is not here.
They have delivered their part of the obligations with the staff initiation, and now they demand the headmaster to do the same with his promise. If only it were that simple. Due to his own mistake, now one of them accidentally discovered and experienced the Relic of Choice.
What "moment" Mr. Boo saw was a riddle beyond his immortal wisdom and experiences, a mystery Ozpin might never know the answer to. And said moments are more likely to leave a major effect on their already not-solidified… employmentship, or it may already have.
The headmaster swallowed an invisible lump down his throat as he carefully regard King Boo's stare. The ever-vocal and carefree ghost-man has been unusually quiet and gloomy since he takes off the Relic of Choice from his head. Whatever vision he had seen, it had left a huge impact on him, one that definitely isn't a positive impact for sure.
And, not to mention the transcending meeting he just experienced, Gods from beyond their reality, making the whole complicate situation even more stressful and entangled.
"Alright, you told us you'll answer whatever question we ask, and we're going to check in the cheque you've promised, so now would be the perfect time for you to fulfill that deal." Crossing his arms, Goomboss demanded.
Taking a deep breath, Ozpin nodded, it has finally come to this. Casting a glance to his side, Glynda Goodwitch stood beside his desk on standby, the deputy too was desperately waiting for an order or action from the old wizard with her daunting look. Anything.
Clearing his throat, Ozpin began. "Of course, Mr. Goomboss, it would be extremely foolish and poor of me to deliberately break my promise." He then paused, carefully evaluating his choice of next words. " Although I had to give a fair warning, this will be a long discussion, as there are many matters we had to go through."
The immortal wizard thought circumspectly, if he still is as good when it comes to reading and judging characters, then these 5 individuals, minus Petey Piranha and perhaps King Boo for their unorthodox personality and overall image representation. These so-called henchmen of King Bowser, are very loyal, faithful, responsible, down-right painstaking, and devoted to their lord and their duty, and are very likely to spontaneously share whatever they learned here to the royal family, even if they weren't ordered to.
In a cruel and poor sense of humor, such devotion reminds him of some of the more unsavory characters that had followed Salem in the past, which, again, reminds him who their boss is.
So whatever info he chooses to feed them, every word that comes out of his mouth is going to be held against his integrity. Not to mention the warning from the gods of their world. Which means honesty is his only choice. The very idea shooks him and makes his stomach flip, as what is about to unfold is something completely out of his comfort zone.
Much to the headmaster's accurate guessing, in that response, King Bob-omb took out and placed a notepad on the desk. "You need not worry, we intended to get everything dealt with. So take your time. The clock is not bothered." The message was clear, we're going to drain you dry for information.
"Hope you wouldn't mind if we record the whole conversation down." Said Goomboss as he placed his scroll on the desk. The device no doubt has the recorder function on.
Deputy Glynda Goodwitch immediately comes to the rejection, knowing very well the secretive nature of this conversation. "That's-" Her declinature was quickly stopped by a raised hand from Ozpin.
The deputy cast an anxious look at the wizard of Beacon, who in return, gave the headmistress a knowing look, giving his consent to their wordless conversation before turning to face his receiving party. "That is understandable, as you have no reason to blindly believe in what I'm telling, even if I'm speaking the truth." The headmaster returned the same level of cautious observation the five henchmen are giving, indicating that he too is aware of their standing in the situation.
Slightly narrowed his gaze, Ozpin pressured. "Although if you don't mind me asking. What might this record be used for? Aside from holding as evidence of my words. My guess is that you intend to reveal this conversation to someone else?"
As if already expecting the raising concern, King Bob-omb nonchalantly replied. "Our league, of course, the royal family had every right to know and learn about this. The only reason they aren't present here is simply for the formality and to avoid attention from the masses that are the students."
The headmaster nodded in gesture, already expecting that to be the surface cover for their intent. Albeit one he couldn't rudely decline. "I see… I don't find problems with that, although…" He paused, there was still something he can do about it. "In one condition."
"Shoot."
"You will immediately delete the record once you deliver the information to your league. No matter how important and influential the royal family is, the secretive nature of this info is not allowed to be sprayed around. The info I'm about to share is something that has been kept under surveillance generation after generation by the successors before us. Please understand that." Ozpin explained, carefully playing his word. "And, in the future, if there's a need for the information to be relayed to other important members in your Kingdom, please inform us beforehand and we'll determine if they should learn the info."
Goomboss was about to retort to Ozpin's request, if not for his bomb friend suddenly raising his hand, interrupting him.
The Bomb man didn't reply at first, instead closing his eyes, probably contemplating and weighing his opinion. Before eventually opening his eyes and giving a reassuring nod. "That is a reasonable enough concern. Understood. We'll delete any evidence once the knowledge is relayed to the royal family. You have my word."
Says that, but Ozpin very much doubts it, only his word, chances are the rest of them might make a copy. But such an outcome is already beyond his control.
Which means the only thing he can control now is how much they'll learn here.
Thankfully, that factor has been in his control even since he started forming his group of guardians.
"If thou very crave to keep us 'i thy good graces, then thou shall proceed to unlock this aura for us, starting with this one" Seeing that the ground rule is laid out properly, Bully begins his move as he stands up.
The rest of the 4 boss minions looked at him, looks of doubt, concern, wary and uncertainty clearly displayed on their faces.
Their deal with Ozpin can be tracked all the way back to their first day in Remnant, as Prince Bowser Jr. Agrees to the deal of study in Beacon, with the Henchmen enrolling as teachers. Part of Jr.'s demand is to get this Aura unlocked for him. But there's just one problem with his little demand.
How would their body react to Aura?
Supposedly Bowser Junior did think about this little issue, and his answer is that since it's a power that only creatures possessed souls can have, therefore, human, Koopa or not, he himself counts as a living being, so basically, he should handle it just fine. He's old and tough enough to handle any cold, sickness, stomachache or side effects.
Always punch first, think later, and question never. Details? Bah, who cares? Bowser styles, never changed… never changed…
Regardless, the Boss Minions have taken it upon themselves to protect the Royal Prince till they finally reunited with their kingdom and their king, and they were willing to act as the genuine pig to see if this Aura would do them good or harm.
The Beacon Headmaster & Deputy exchange glances with silent communication, before finally, Ozpin nods his head, permitting the request.
"Very well, trust is a bridge that goes both ways. It would be very poor of me to break it down when I have all the choice, and the opportunity to consolidate it." With those words said, Ozpin stood up from his seat, before moving in front of Big Bully.
The giant man's imposing figure made Ozpin flinch slightly upon closing, truly, 'What a gargantuan beast.' he thought; only when facing the unknown itself, did one truly realize the meaning of fear and worry.
"Please raise your hands."
The Bull knight carefully observed the man with wariness, even if the man didn't appear to be scheming anything, one must never let their guard down. Especially when facing strangers and the unknown. And magic, especially magic.
Vigilant, Bully gave Ozpin his hands.
The immortal man stares at the hand he's holding, as he recalls the memory of the first day their path crossed, the strange energy that resides in their body, the energy that is no Aura. What will happen should he attempt to unlock their Aura? How will this other world's energy and Aura react? There's no telling. He could only hope for the best.
"Now, close your eyes and concentrate, focus on relaxing your body, and let your soul expand." Swallowing down yet another invisible lump, the headmaster instructed.
With the Bull man connected to him, Ozpin spoke the mantra as he tries to will his own green aura to envelop their bodies. "For it is in determination that we achieve success. Through this, we become a paragon of light and hope to rise above all. Infinite in death and unbound by time." He then places his hand on Bully's chest. "I release your soul, and by my power, beseech thee."
Soon as he finished the mantra, deep-blue energy emerged from within Big Bully, before the newly unlocked aura consumed him from head to toe, flaring like an Angry Sun's radiance. King Boo hissed in annoyance as the strong light made his eyes and skin sting.
Both parties watched the result with their own comprehension, so Aura works on them. Both parties' thoughts.
This leads to their next question…
To what extent?
To be…
Continued…
Lastly, for the past three months, I had a lot to think about, and I reflect on my draft of my plot for the story, and I realized and decide I can do a lot better, and I have been returning and making few tweaks and changes or add additional contents to the early chapters. (The most affected being the prologue.)
So I will make some changes to the plot that I reveal in my cloud drive, mostly on the order of some chapters and the intermission's pacing.
And I'm taking down the link and sharing it to my google drive, since I'm continuing this story, no reason to keep the spoiler up.
And apparently I wasn't lore accurate enough to know that Ozpin drinks cocoa, not coffee. Well, that part is changed in the previous chapters.
