Dawn: Chained by the Night. A new book coming out of nowhere from the feather of reknown reclusive artist, millionare, investor and, sometimes, huntsman Gabriel Livsey, Dawn conquered the bookstores of Vale by storm. Readers love it and critics find that they hardly can criticise anything beyond the most superficial of issues, judging it as 'just a very good book' overall.
In short, the public loves it. But what about its content? What has everyone of appropriate age so fascinated by this text?
The main character is none other than Jake Miller, an unassuming boy going to school in a fictional, modern setting, with little in the way of aura or dust, all technology based on simple physics instead. There, he is often confronted with a series of increasingly unlikely escapades, culminating in the reveal his 'classmate' Bella is in fact not human, but instead a mythical creature known as a vampire, a former human with supernatural abilities and the weakness of being easily discernable in sunlight unless disguised.
Unfortunately for our protagonist, she is also in love with him, a fact she confesses by attempting to abduct him to 'keep him to herself', her plot only being spoiled by Chloe, who later turns out to be another mythical creature known as a werewolf, faunus-inspired creatures differentiated from the real species by the fact they can appear perfectly human unless transforming into giant, wolf-like creatures.
The two soon strike up a rivalry, as Chloe has similar intentions for Jake, and begin to fight over the right to claim him for themselves.
"YAAANG!" Ruby called out, shocked out of reading her new book by a sudden realization. "Am I a werewolf now?"
"What the heck is a werewolf?" Her sister asked.
The events described are often pornographic in nature, as both sides are completely aware of what they want and how willing they are to get it, culminating in a series of... 'risky' encounters and very much frisky ones despite starting out unassuming initially.
The story does hold much more than simple erotica, however, as each character has their own motivations and thoughts, fleshed out and exhibited at length throughout the book.
Weiss nodded. "Finally. He didn't forget. An answer to that baseless filth."
Of course, the friskier scenes it does contain are well-written, letting Dawn stand on its own two legs regardless of whether it is viewed as a compilation of lewd scenes or a complete work of fictional writing.
Of course, by its very nature, said scenes do escalate over the course of the story, leading to more and more extreme scenarios and fetishes being addressed, but always doing so tastefully, remaining within the same continuous flow of consciousness it is usually kept in and not 'sticking out'; anything that happens has a reason to happen, and it can be logically reconstructed from any character's perspective.
Blake was absolutely not going to tell anyone why she was hogging the bathroom to herself while reading.
All that said, Dawn is a definitive must-read for all readers of age. The only genuinely upsetting part of the writing is the continually eroding situation the protagonist finds himself in, but unable to change, by virtue of the vastly overpowering abilities of the creatures around him and the sense of foreboding doom pressing onto the story after the point of no return, whence both Bella and Chloe begin to overcome their differences.
Ozpin shuddered, thinking about what could have been. "Definitely tugging on heartstrings here, Mister Livsey."
All in all, however, this is an enjoyable read, heavily recommended to anyone that liked Ninjas of Love and similar titles.
Sarah smirked, looking over the review Gabriel had left her with the original manuscript. Now all she had to do was spread it over the CCT.
James Ironwood was having an... interesting day at work. First, Ozpin had requested his personal presence, in regards to their newest ace in the hole, about deeper cooperation and possible technological exchanges, always more than enough to put a swing in his step.
Remnant needed to advance, always advance, to face the ever-growing threat of the Grimm. Their enemy was not going to pull any punches, as the sudden attacks all over the world proved, though Atlas was thankfully spared the worst of it, most of the new Grimm types appearing around Vale and Anima.
Still, they had naturally sent reinforcements to the other kingdoms.
Either way, some bad news, some very good news, and some news that simply had him most decidedly not laughing, being too professional to do anything of the sort at work, but certainly chuckle sensibly.
Old Jacques apparently kept on having problems with his servers, to the point several legal documents got juggled around and the SDC had started selling off several land deeds for a fraction of the prices they should be going at before anyone had been able to notice and stop it.
And truly, anything that pissed of Jacques was a good thing in his opinion.
But enough about this, there was work to do. Administrative paperwork truly was the one infinitely accessible resource; not even dust could hope to match up with its abundancy.
It still needed doing, however. No other way to keep the military running smoothly... and, James would admit, spend half his lunch break playing IronCock instead of working overtime.
Ilia was feeling really awkward right there and then. Sure, she wanted to stay with Blake a while, but she was also veeery aware she was being a third wheel. Or fifth, anyways.
"Come on we can go look for something you can wear even with your stealthy stealth unless you don't want to of course but it would be really awesome and-"
"Breathe, Ruby," the big-busted blonde told the apparent team leader, "no need to go spaghetti over Blake's girlfriend, she'll decide on her own."
"I- I'm not," the chameleon faunus said, not really having any idea what to do in this situation.
Blake, standing by the side, sighed. "She's not really my girlfriend, we're just childhood friends." And despite the words being painful, Ilia nodded. "Maybe friends with benefits after what we did on sunday."
Ilia blinked, her skin totally turning weird colors.
"What? After what we did, may as well make it a thing," Blake shrugged.
While Ilia was trying to work through what that made her feel and think, the fourth member of their team, none other than Weiss Schnee, joined them, coming out of a faunus specialty store. "Here, specially made for vulnerable reptile faunus skin. Try it out and tell me if it feels itchy."
"Thank you." Suddenly seeing the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, the closest thing to the devil imaginable for anyone in the White Fang with all the facts, had been a shocker, especially as Blake was apparently on good terms with her. "You didn't have to do this."
"Oh, Weiss is great at picking out skincare and hair stuff," Yang said, slapping a hand on Ilia's shoulder out of nowhere! "I even take her recommendations into account for my own hair."
"Hmpf, it was direly needed," the white-haired heiress snootily announced. "It would have been such a shame to let it be mistreated, too."
"I know, right?" The blonde agreed.
"And Ruby, don't think I've forgotten you," Weiss continued, holding up a shopping bag. "You will be washed, and you will hold still, or else I use the medicinal shampoos that itch as hard as they can."
"But Weeeiiiss..."
Ilia leaned over towards Yang and Blake, her fellow faunus having put away her book by this point. "So, are they, like, a thing?" She whispered.
"Nah, they're just banging the same guy," Yang shrugged. "Same one you banged on sunday, actually."
Ilia grew pink, her traitorous skin showing what she felt against her will. "Can we please not talk about that?"
"What, you looked like you were having fun?"
Blake sighed, nudging her teammate in the shoulder. "Being a porn actress isn't something everyone is comfortable with everyone knowing, give her a rest. Doesn't matter how fun it is, it's still a job in the end."
Grumbling good-naturedly, the blonde went on to secure Ruby and keep her from running away, leaving Ilia to adore her saviour.
"Seriously, it's just a job. How much you want to take from it is your decision alone. Now come on, I want to get some fresh sushi."
"... Blake," Ilia asked, "are you still doing that cat thing you always did? You know you don't have to, right?"
"What? I just like fish, sue me. I am no more or less a faunus just because of that," Blake defended herself.
"You should have seen her when she was hiding her ears with that bow of hers," Weiss interjected, having rejoined them with Ruby in tow.
"Blake, you what?!"
Blake just sighed. "Let's just go, kitty wants fish," she deadpanned.
Emerald Sustrai was absolutely loyal to Cinder, the woman that had taken the nameless thief from the streets and given her everything. This was a sure fact, as clear as the sun rising in the east or her semblance being herself.
She may even, and she was afraid of thinking this because it might mess everything up, be in love with her. Not that it should, Emerald knew it wasn't like she was owed anything just because she was in love, and yet all the same, she couldn't help but think about Cinder in that way.
Ever since that day, when she'd found her like that not far from the hideout, which was really just a couple hotel rooms they'd rented, lying half-conscious in the gutter with... stuff... coming out of her.
She had never told Emerald what had happened, afterwards, even once she got her back and tried to take care of her, but Cinder could be prickly about stuff like this, so she didn't mind.
Well, she did, but only because she wanted to help Cinder, and bring whoever did... that... to her to justice.
Cold, hard and very explosive justice, if she had anything to say about it.
At the same time, remembering Cinder like that, seeing things she probably wasn't supposed to... The moment had stayed with Emerald.
And now she was here, using her semblance. What many wouldn't guess even if she ever let them find out about what it was, she could actually use it on herself, letting her see hallucinations whenever she wanted.
And so she just laid in bed, brown skin openly revealed as her hands groped all over her own body, breathlessly staring at the image she had constructed towards the walls of the room, of Cinder, dress in tatters and pressed against a rough concrete wall...
Fucked by Emerald herself, grinning down at the gasping woman as she pumped a huge, tanned cock into her from behind, molesting her breasts and making her powerless to resist.
Emerald shuddered, feeling a little dirty... but also feeling like she never had before.
The town of Pallas was a humble one, making a living from the land by farming and foraging the surrounding areas, ample dust to be gathered in small deposits that could be accessed from the surface. Still, like any frontier town, they had their trials and tribulations, and a constant rotation of guards to ward any of those off the best they could.
Still, when the ancient Grimm, great and horrible, had come to them, heard before it was seen due to the noise as it rampaged towards them through the forest and let out its grisly shrieks, many of its inhabitants had feared they'd breathed their last, and if not for a miracle from the literal heavens, they may well have.
When the huntsman had flown in, shooting through the sky like a shining avenger, many of the guards and inhabitants arming themselves with what weapons they had had rejoiced, hoping they might be able to delay it for long enough their families had a chance to get away, only to have all their expectations defied before their very eyes.
Four times the brave huntsman had struck the foul beast, employing his weapon once to get its measure, using what may have been a semblance, but could only be described as divine power as he created powerful fighters to support him all the while, using superb dust casting skills to probe its resistance against it in a mighty spear of ice, only to outmatch himself in a third strike that had to have consumed dust the kind of which costed fortunes unheard of for a small town like their and, finally, one last strike by his own hands, the weakened creature incapable of protecting itself against such a magnificent attack targeted at its weak points discerned from naught but a casual glance.
But the victory had not been without sacrifice; flying through the air, fighting the creature of Grimm in lethal combat and the many feats performed to do so had sapped his strength, many a blow that would have struck a lesser man dead weathered without complaint, even after his mighty aura had been depleted only to recover and turn the tides of the battliefield.
And once he was done, he had simply turned around, commanding the milita to close ranks, and fought off what had to have been hundreds, no, thousands of Grimm, to protect the town as everyone slowly recovered from the shock, everyone capable of bearing arms coming forth to support him in a battle they would sing songs about for decades, no, centuries!
Their saviour, simply calling himself Gabriel, had come in, inquiring as to whether the town was alright, whether they could repair the walls or required aid once the Grimm were defeated, refusing so much as treatment for his grievous wounds, waving them off with naught but a confident laugh.
They assured him of their safety, of course, and over the course of the following week, repaired the holes left by the ancient Grimm's rampage, burying the dead left in its wake and grieving them even as the relief of the light death toll overcame them once they tallied the numbers.
And, of course, they had plans to comemmorate the great deeds done on that day, their people having a very accurate idea of the proportions needed, thanks to a couple of the kids that'd sneaked into one of the guard towers, filming everything with the scrolls they'd taken, few of the devices available this far out.
They'd been punished for misbehaving in that situation, of course.
Either way, they soon erected a grand statue, of a truly mighty huntsman riding on the shoulder of an enormously muscled bipedal sloth, his equally mighty 'spear' in full view, due to a few unfortunate blows taken, but they'd wanted to stay true to the original events as much as possible.
It was a sign of pride to have the statue of their saviour in the village square, something to show off to visitors and tell stories to for generations to come!
"WOT THE FECKEN FUCKERY IS DIS SHITE, NAW?!" And, for some reason, that lady with the many sheep, accompanying a group of airship crash survivors, to curse at with everything she had. "THA FECK YOU MEAN 'E'S BEEN 'ERE LAST WEEK?!"
Honestly, you were actually kind of expecting something like this to pop up sooner or later, if anything it's surprising how long it took for something that you had to immediately be present for to happen.
Still, looks like Amber is doing better than expected, at least. That's good.
Gabe, Ozpin just sent a message on your scroll, Amber has apparently opened her eyes? Sarah asks, busy with molesting your defenseless body as you know her to be.
Oh, that's good, you reply. Probably. Let me talk to her really quick.
Mentally switching gears, you 'turn' towards Amber, bringing her into the conversation. Hey Amber, how're you doing over there?
Gabriel? I am doing better all the time, why do you ask?
Well, Ozpin just sent a message saying you're opening your eye. You know anything about that?
Not really, no... I just feel a little aware of my body sometimes, but- oh Brothers, what if it's them? What if they're taking over my body to- to-
Calm down, it's probably just a subconscious reaction, you reassure her. With your mind being capable of doing anything again, it was only really a matter of time.
You're bullshitting, of course, you are no expert on body/soul interactions by any measure.
I- I see, thank you.
Having Sarah feed you a bunch of blood as usual to wake you up, you must've drunken at least two people's worth to finally open your own eyes, you get to the customary makeout session with her before anything else.
Which, as it happens, is getting into your bullhead and flying your ass straight to Beacon. Luckily enough, it's just past midnight, so you don't even have to stay out in the sun for any length of time while doing this.
The way down to the vault is familiar enough to you, has been ever since the first time, really, and so you soon stand next to Ozpin as he describes what happened from his perspective.
"I was merely doing my usual control and maintenance circuit, reviewing the camera footage, when I noticed the difference. Her eyes sometimes flicker open for just a few moments before returning to normal, and I have confirmed this in person," he explains, walking you through everything. "As Amber's physician, effectively, I thought it prudent to alarm you."
And there he goes, taking things completely out of proportion as to your involvement again. Then again, can't really blame him; Ozpin strikes you as the kind of man that really doesn't like being out of his depth, which this whole situation could certainly be considered as, so he's trying to regain control by having someone else that hopefully knows better take charge.
Not that you have any real idea what you're doing, but... Overlaying with the soul of one Indigo for a bit, you confirm that Amber is, indeed, smoothly recovering, no new malady having come forth since last time while her whole soul issue is slowly getting better.
"Yeah, nothing to worry about," you calm Ozpin. "It's just a symptom of her recovery. Her subconscious is regaining control of her body, at least."
In that moment, it happens again, Amber's brown eyes briefly visible even amidst the scar tissue on her face. "I see. I'd hoped it was so, but thought it best to make sure, hence the quick call."
Like hell, he's basically a worried parent that has your number to call for every little thing. Alright, improv time. Hey Amber, quick question. Do you think having something to focus on around your body would help you recover your senses with it? Have you noticed anything in that regard?
Oh, um, yes, sometimes I hear things happening around me. The sounds are dulled, and rare, but they're there. I think it's a man, when I can make it out, he often just talks, but I can't make out any words.
Oh, for fuck's sake, has Ozpin been coming down here to talk his heart out? "Well, my recommendation? Maybe look into getting some music down here. Coma patients sometimes regain their hearing sooner than their other senses, and even if that's not the case here due to the various other issues Amber is facing, it wouldn't hurt or disturb her."
"A wonderful idea," Ozpin nods, taking a sip from his cup. "I will have to look into what kinds of music Amber enjoyed before her unfortunate encounter, but perhaps my fireplace compilations will bring her some solace."
At your look, he shrugs. "They always do for me. Oh, or how about one thousand and one ways to tie a knot? I loved listening to those instructionals as a young boy."
Amber... I'm so, so sorry.
Why, Gabriel? What's happening?
In lieu of answering, you just tilt your head at Ozpin. "Maybe just, uh... try to get her radio? They should have recorded broadcasts on the CCT, have them play?"
In the end, you returned to your mansion, idly chatting with Amber and apologizing again for any crimes against humanity Ozpin ends up committing in her general direction, though she seems more amused at your complete explanation of the circumstances than anything.
Anyways, once home, you don't waste any time to return to your room, dutifully coming back to where Sarah is still waiting for you to plop down like a puppet with its strings cut so she can get back to pouring molten chocolate over your abs and licking it off.
Note to self, make sure you don't have any leftovers sticking to yourself when you wake up next; it was actually just a little awkward to go and do the thing with Ozpin while parts of your stomach were encrusted with a thin layer of chocolate.
Regardless, the rest of the week passes without incident, thankfully, with Sarah going out of her way to record Roman's progress across Vale as he robs anything that has anything to do with dust he can find. And so you awaken to Okita feeding you blood with a concentrated expression this time around, occasionally taking the bottles she took off of Sarah off your lips to take a swig herself.
When your eyes open and you give her a questioning look, she just shrugs. "'m bored," she explains, her naked body pressing against your own, your permanent erection pushing against her stomach. "Sarah wanted to let you sleep longer, but booored."
Well, in that case, you'd better get to work, kissing the girl's soft lips and patting her thighs.
The usual meeting and greeting you have every saturday proceeds as usual, teams RWBY and NRVA happily finding themselves eating a proper breakfast (they all need to eat, and you do feel kind of responsible for them) before drifting off to do their own things, a couple of the kids spreading around the mansion and a few of them heading for your rec room to hang out.
Except one, that being Nora the Younger who, under the cunning guise of eating extra pancakes while everyone else was getting going, approaches you with her usual big grin on her face after the room is otherwise cleared, having requested you wait for a bit telepathically.
"Hey Gabrieeel, look what I got!" She says when she finally pulls out a small glass cylinder, light brown liquid clearly visible inside. "Oil! Chocolate-scented and -flavored oil! Wanna go and wrestle once we've rubbed it all over ourselves?!"
Well, obvious things are obvious. "Let's go, I am having the maids set something up as we speak."
Nora's bubbly giggles filled the room with the padded wrestling cage from pretty much the moment you started undressing, prompting her to do the same, revealing her voluptuous body and waving that oil she got around happily after a round of thorough stretching that you naturally appreciate, much to her approval at your slowly hardening cock.
You made sure to rub your hands against each other a bit before holding them out for her to spray her oil onto them, swiftly proceeding to rub it all over your teenage 'daughter' as thoroughly as you can, your fingers gliding over her pliant skin while you smile at her, playing with her nipples a little and straightforwardly smear the stuff all over her butt and into her asscrack, Nora biting her lips as you get her asshole all nice and ready.
She oils you in return, of course, downright salivating as she feels up your abs and hugs you to better reach your back before moving downwards, grinning happily and exploring your manliness, slowly jerking your rod and observing its head as she does so, weighing and massaging your balls, those kinds of things.
By the time you're both thoroughly covered in oil from head to toe, both you and Nora are quite aroused, her slow giggles doing nothing to hide the hard nubs atop her perky breasts or the new layers of fluid slowly warring with the oil on her inner thighs.
You're as ready as you'll ever be.
"Let's go," you simply say as you get into the ring, Nora following you with her smile affixed onto her face
Both of you taking a stance, it doesn't take long before you're locked in close combat, each of you trying to bring the other onto the ground to assert dominance despite the slick film of oil only making things more enjoyable for both of you. More than once you 'slide off' and end up groping Nora's tits or tight stomach, just as she keeps on 'accidentally' pushing those same tits against you or holding your cock somehow.
Still, for all that you're having fun, you aren't about to just let her win, and so you proceed to use the superior strength that lots of aura, tonics and being a vampire allow you to slimply lift Nora up the moment you get a good grip, whirling her around and slamming her down on the ground, her aura more then enough to protect her even as she tries to get her knees under her to push back...
Except you are still on top of her, and a quick twist seeing you kneeling over her and the slick head of your dick resting right above her well-oiled pucker.
"Do you give up?" You ask, hands on a shoulder and a breast, holding her in place by three points as Nora knows that if you start fucking her, she isn't getting free easily.
Biting her lips again, she wiggles her butt a little, gasping at the sensation of you standing at the gates, ready to engage. "Yes," she finally decides, grinning up at you over her shoulder, "I give up, daddy's got me beat... but what's daddy gonna do to poor, little Nora now?"
Honestly, if she didn't have a shit-eating grin all over her face, that might actually sound a little more convincing.
"Well, I figure a bad girl like you needs to be punished," you drawl, slowly pressing yourself forwards and into Nora's tight ass, her ring slippery enough from the oil she can't really keep you out despite her attempts to draw this out.
"Well what if I don' wanna?" She asks faux-defiantly, leaning forwards just a bit. "Down with the Parentariat!"
You just chuckle, adjusting your angle a little. "I'm afraid that's not an option for you, young lady. In this house, discipline is not voluntary."
And then, you're in, your slick head pushing through her sphincter and slowly protruding further and further into her, your nasty little daughter moaning at the feel of having your cock in her ass again. "Yes, daddy~! Fuck my ass hard!"
Getting into it a little, you speed up, bottoming out in Nora's greedy butt. "This is hardly even a punishment for you, is it? My bad little Nora," you whisper, reaching around to pinch her nipples.
Withdrawing a little, you start properly fucking her in rapid thrusts that have her ass quivering around yourself and your balls slap against her sopping pussy as she immediately starts coming, a week of your absence obviously having left your 'daughter' pent up. "YeS! YEs! Fuck my ass, daddy~!"
Leaning down to kiss her shoulders and neck, the taste of the chocolate oil and her sweat mixing in a delicious symphony, you smile down at her, your own climax fast approaching at the pace you're going and with no reason to hold it back. "Take it, baby girl. Take your punishment, all of my cock and my cum deep inside of you."
Breathlessly, Nora cries out as you come inside of her, milking your cock with everything her behind has and taking several long spurts of your seed, obediently holding still during your release. When you're done, you slowy, slowly pull out, her ass reluctant to let go of you and squeezing down on your rod all the while.
Standing up, you smile down at her. "Come on, Nora... You have a lot of punishment left to learn, and if I don't see any improvement in your footwork, you aren't getting any of your favourite discipline."
Panting up at you, Nora grins widely in that usual way of hers, her asshole spread open and slowly letting just a small bit of your load stream out onto her skin. "Best. Daddy. Eveahr!"
In the end, it is not Nora who gives in first, but the time you allotted before lunch, which has you (reluctantly) stroke her head and pull it away from where she's passionately suckling on your cock.
"Come on, Nora, we got to go, lunch isn't much longer now."
"Mhm..." Nora hums in deep thought before letting go of your very clean rod, the head released from her lips with a small plop. "Do I get pancakes?"
"You'll get all the pancakes you want, just like every meal," you promise.
"Okay! I'll just go get cleaned up and dressed then!" Smiling happily, she pulls on a top that you know she just wants to mark with her current scent before throwing the rest of her clothes over her shoulder. "We really gotta do this again sometime, though!" She says, looking back at you over her other shoulder, your seed dripping from her lips.
"Definitely," you agree. "And Ruby, could you go get the others? It's almost time to eat, let them get ready and everything."
"Okay," the surprisingly shy answer comes. "... Huntresses are quick to recognize lewdness..."
You just shake your head, smiling. "I do wonder how long she'll keep that one gag going."
Dodging a swing of Ren's weapons, having forced the boy to engage you in melee by keeping up close, you give him a good smack to the chest, pushing away at his sternum and leaping right after him as he flies away.
You've been fighting him for a bit now, and you know his favored tactic for this is to go with the flow and keep running while shooting at his attacker in an evasive maneuver to buy himself a little time to breathe and plan what to do next, so you aren't surprised when the barrage of ionized matter comes for you, ducking under it and pushing off the ground with both hands to ram right into Ren again, shattering his aura and having him cough a little at getting the air knocked out of him.
"Well," you say, stretching out a hand for him once he's had a moment to recover, "what did you learn from this?"
"That sometimes it's better to just run away," he answers, pulled back onto his own two feet by your hand. "And that I should get used to fighting without the others around to buy me time when I need it."
See, that's the good thing about Ren just being smart about things. You don't even need to try teaching him, just knock him around a bit to make him think and he comes up with weaknesses to work on all on his own, no instruction requited. "And how will you do so?"
"I will analyze recordings of past battles to get a better idea of when discretion is the better part of valor and aspire to convince my team members to do the same," he says, immediately having thought that up. "And I will trouble you by requesting more fights like this," he adds with a polite bow.
Your reaction is to kick him in the throat, which has him push up on your leg with both hands to avoid the attack and get airborne to shoot at you more. "Always remember, letting your guard down is to invite a strike," you say as if you had any actual idea about discipline and self-improvement and stuff.
He seems to be taking it to heart, though, which is... good?
One thing you made a note of, once Ren grew more comfortable with the idea of actually fighting you in close combat until he gets an opening to disengage instead of just trying to get away and at range, is that he actually seems to be using a variant of your own little ripple trick, where you send a bit of your aura with a punch or push to reverberate inside your target.
Calling a break after a little while, you actually go ahead and show him how you do it yourself by bonking a hand against a couple of trees, describing the process step by step and warning him it may work differently for him because of how aura can be.
At the end of your little training session, Ren has a much easier time repeating the same feat, having figured out a couple of improvements thanks to you demonstrating. If anything, he seems to be respectful of what you taught him, promising to use your teachings well.
You just shrugged and told him as long as he made sure to protect his team with this, he was doing a great job already. For some reason, the look in his eyes after that point just became more respectful.
"Uhm... Gabriel?" Looking at Blake, who happens to be holding a book you actually recognize from the memories Sarah sent you when she arranged for it to be printed; this is none other than Dawn: Chained by the Night.
"Blake, just who I wanted to speak to," you say, which is technically true given you wanted to talk to her about something at some point. "What can I do for you?"
"I wanted to ask... Couldyousignmybookastheauthor?" You smile at her bemusedly, which seems to be enough to knock Blake out of her sudden case of Ruby-itis. Taking a deep breath, she continues. "I realized you're the author and I really liked it, so I was wondering if you wouldn't mind."
Chuckling, you give her a smile, patting your clothes for a pen. "Of course, I would love to sign it. I just need..." Taking the pen Blake stretches out for you, you also get the book and open it. "You came prepared, I see. Now then, what shall I..."
"... and there we go, Blake. Have fun!" Handing her the now autographed book, you admire the twitch in her mouth as she sighs.
"Really? Did you have to?" She asks.
"You know as well as I do how much you purr when you're happy," you smirk, Blake's cheeks dusted with a rosy color all of a sudden even as she tries her best to keep up a pokerface. "Would you like me to sign your breasts as well? Fans like that kind of thing, right?"
"No, you jerk. Do people actually do that?" But she takes the book back, obviously happy about the gesture. You're actually kind of glad she seems to have overcome her initial impression of you as that one guy that killed Adam Taurus and was obviously extremely dangerous and stuff- which does, in fact, lead you right to the next topic of conversation you were about to broach.
"Eh, it's happened to me once or twice," you shrug, not that she has to know that happened, just not in this dimension. "So Blake," you say, putting a hand on her shoulder to nudge her through the door you randomly opened to reveal one of the many mostly unused rooms in the mansion, "about that talk I wanted to have. You wouldn't happen to have a couple minutes?"
Immediately changing gears, Blake is giving you a suspicious look. "What is this about?"
"Oh, just something that may or may not be just a tad bit important." Closing the door, you turn towards the faunus girl, vaguely waggling a hand. "Here's the thing, you were part of the White Fang." You will ignore the way she stiffens at that. "You know it, I know it, Ilia knows it, being a current member that I hope you talked this stuff through with. Question is, does your team know?"
"I don't see why they would need to," Blake answers, body language closed off. "And I don't see how this is any of your business, either."
Yeah, she's totally immediately feeling attacked and thinking only of ways to get out of this situation, huh?
"Look, Blake, I don't want to tell you how to live your life or anything, okay?" You ask, raising a hand calmingly and keeping a close eye on Blake. When it looks like she isn't still trying to look for a way to bolt, you continue, even as you stretch out your arm. "But something like this? It will inevitably come up at some point, and it's better that happens on your terms and while you have the situation under control."
"Why would it? We're in the middle of Vale and nobody-"
"Ilia literally beelined at you," you cut the silly girl off, "and really? Would you rather keep quiet about what is a substantial part of your life so far to the people you are going to trust your life to, and that will do the same in turn?"
And more importantly, you want her to get this out of the way so Blake can feel really at home with her teammates and the whole team cohesion issue Yang mentioned that one time can get resolved, at least a little.
"How would I even do that? Do you just want me to, what, walk to the middle of our dorm room and say 'hey everyone, guess who literally grew up in a terrorist organization'?"
Ah, at least she's considering it. "If that's the best you can think of? Yes." Patting her head now, much to her consternated confusion, you shrug. "I just think you should get it over with so it doesn't keep on dangling over your head forever."
Once you start to scritch the backs of her kitty ears, though, Blake realizes what you're doing, looking greatly aggrieved and taking hold of your arm. "Gabriel!"
"What?" You ask, continuing to scratch. "Do you want me to stop?"
"... No."
"Will you bring this up at some point over the next week?"
"... Yes?"
"Good girl. Also, there's a thing I did with everyone else on your team I wanted to offer you, too. Makes you stronger and gives you mini-semblances and stuff," you say, remembering the actual reason you went out of your way to talk to Blake.
"... Is it dangerous?"
"Nah, just pretty tedious."
"... Okay. Prrrrrrrrrr..." Heh, just like you said- purrs when happy.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, you couldn't just keep on scratching and cuddling Blake for the rest of the day, what with your other commitments for the evening. So you just finished feeding her your blood, gave her a last pat on the head and told her to experiment with her new powers a bit before leaving.
Sarah was horny, after all, and so was Nora the Elder, and so your plan to take some extra time to make sure the robot factory is in order was kind of shot in the knees from the beginning.
But hey, it can't be that bad, otherwise someone would have been sure to mention something to you. So you just go on ahead and take your bullhead to go visit Beacon Academy, meeting Ozpin and whoever else he got to meet you for the purposes for this little tour.
The Advance could not be halted. Nothing was allowed to do so. An entire mountain was brimming with energy, metal and invisible signals, but it was not enough.
Allied Organic Unit designated 'Okita' initiated contact with drone 149283-C. "Very cute."
The Advance proceeded as usual.
So, as it turns out, Ozpin actually went ahead and marched right to the very top with this. "Hello. You must be Gabriel Livsey; I've heard a lot about you."
Standing in the old man's office is none other than General Ironwood himself, the head of the Atlesian military and de-facto head honcho of the whole nation thanks to two of five council seats and sufficiently great influence and exceptions due to his status as said leader of their military he can effectively do whatever the hell he wants.
Also the guy you made a porn parody video game about.
"The one and only," you agree to his assertion. "And you would be General Ironwood, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
In the back, behind his desk, Ozpin is just looking on with humour.
"Now then, shall we jump right to the core of the matter?" You ask, to the approval of Ironwood if you are one to judge. "I'm sure Headmaster Ozpin already briefed you on my requests."
"Indeed," the general nods. "The Atlas council's support in establishing a secret factory like here in Vale and access to technology and designs, such as the CCTS towers and the soul transferrence pods. The former I can easily guarantee depending on what we see today, while the latter will be a matter to be discussed... further."
Shrugging, you telepath at Sarah. That's about what you expected, really. "Alright then, let's not waste anymore time. On a related note, Ozpin, if you spill your hot chocolate, I am not taking responsibility."
Openly smiling at his alarmed look, you don't give any outward signs of surprise when all three of you suddenly find yourselves in an entirely different environment, you and Ironwood standing in a cave cleanly cut out of solid rock while Ozpin just tenses his leg musculature, keeping himself from falling over in his sitting posture without a chair all of a sudden.
Now, truthfully, that part was completely planned... except you don't actually remember this cave being a thing.
That said, you don't have the time to be scratching your head at this. "Welcome, gentlemen," you say as Ozpin rises up to standing height without otherwise touching the floor, "to Mount Glenn."
"What you see right now is one of several teleportation chambers used for logistical purposes, mostly moving material around as needed," you explain, moving towards the exit of the place you have no idea about. "And yes, what you just experienced was the one way just about anything is moved around in the Glenn Facility, as I've taken to calling it: Teleportation."
"Do you mean to tell us you have found a way to teleport matter and people without the use of a semblance or comparable methods viable in an industrial capacity?" Ironwood asks, disbelief clear in his tone.
"I have. All it really takes is enough energy and a signal of some sort reaching both ends of the transfer, which I have eschewed my own version for in exchange for the signal of Vale's CCTS tower, meaning with this facility, we can literally take anywhere it reaches and put it anywhere else within that range," you explain. "In theory, we could just take the entire city of Vale and reposition it, though that would cost so much energy I'm not sure how viable that is in practice. Now come along, you haven't even seen the best part."
Leading the two men out into a network of perfectly rectangular hallways, you choose a random direction to go, already hurriedly conferring with Sarah as to what the heck happened to the original bunkers and natural caves you initially took over for your robot factory.
"This here, as you can see," you say, gesturing towards several rows of connected manufactories half-stripped down for parts, a constant rotation of robots built step by step by the intact tools created and collected at both ends of the long, wide room, a group of armed and ready Hammers among them disappearing in a mild flash, "is where the robots are made. Production is entirely automated, of course, and the finished products are immediately brought to their next destination via teleportation. There are several production lines for other models as needed, but these models are what I like to call Hammers."
"A curious naming choice," Ozpin says, taking a sip of chocolate. "Hammers. Tools, but also weapons, used to apply blunt force."
"I am many things, but I never claimed to be subtle," you disguise the original jab at communism. "Regardless, you will likely want to see the teleporters themselves, though the machines are fairly boring in and of themselves, and maybe we will get to see a bit of a Grimm incursion- the robots usually beat them off easily enough, but they come fairly often."
Of course, things end up happening just a little differently; apparently, the robots decided to build hundreds of manufactories all over the place, dedicated to everything from their continuous recycling to churning out more of your improved fusion cores. You literally end up showing Ozpin and Ironwood through massive complexes of teleporters, several caves dedicated entirely to housing the logistic support of your robot army with much more autonomy than you expected, massive halls full of reserve troops being shuffled and teleported around as needed, carefully deployed chokepoints and traps and small armies of Bobs and RA-T5 (Rats) going about their business, constructing more machines out of parts created by completed machines teleported around made of raw materials teleported in from Vale itself and excavating more and more space.
So, Gabe? Good news and bad news. Good news is, the robots have pretty much taken over the entirety of Mount Glenn. Filled it all up with more manufactories to keep up their recycling cycle and all that.
And the bad news?
I think they may or may not be sapient? I keep trying to communicate, but if they are, they don't really react.
Huh. Keep me posted on any news on that, but I gotta concentrate on our guests over here.
"And that about concludes the tour of our little factory here. Once The CCTS is open to the use of teleporters, of course, we will be able to deploy any amount of robots we have the raw materials for all over the kingdoms, the secondary facility in Atlas is mostly meant as a secure offsite storage site without taking up more space here in Vale- it is continually expanding, as you saw, but the Grimm do limit that by endlessly coming and defending an ever-increasing perimeter in three dimensions is starting to become more trouble than it's worth," you conclude, giving the two men that followed you with a gobsmacked expression, no matter how well they tried to hide it, a shrug.
"... How exactly did you come upon all this technology? I find it hard to believe any single man would just get up one day and realize how to do all of this, without the use of any dust," Ozpin asks, finally bringing the operative question here into the open, Ironwood nodding, but keeping his face carefully neutral.
"Why, Ozpin, that's actually pretty simple," you shrug, making it a point to do so as though you were discussing the weather. "It's magic."
Cautiously, Ozpin shifts his stance a little, preparing for anything. "Magic was a gift of the gods aeons ago, rescinded when they abandoned humanity, so how-"
"Oh, not whatever local phenomenon you call it here, it's my own branch of reality manipulation," you wave him off. "It should be pretty obvious by now most of what I do isn't actually related to my semblance or aura at all. In fact, one of my most useful magical abilities is to travel to other dimensions temporarily- and then return at the exact time I left on all ends after I had time to build, learn and grow. This here, all of it?"
You gesture all around, up and down, indicating the entirety of Mount Glenn and what your robots have done to it. "All of this technology I just reverse engineered from other worlds where I acquired it, worlds with no dust, no aura and no Grimm. Hence the fact it doesn't actually use any dust, contrary to just about anything I've found in Remnant so far."
Everyone is quiet for a few long moments, Ozpin looking at you deep in thought even as Ironwood looks on in a mix of shock, apprehension and blank desire to interrogate you on literally everything you know.
"That would explain why no records of your existence exist, or that of the three young women living in your mansion full-time," Ozpin concludes, a small smile slowly spreading on his lips. "I have to say, this is my first time meeting an interdimensional visitor."
"I'm honored, then," you smirk. "I doubt there's many things really surprising you anymore, considering just how old I know you are."
"You may be surprised, Mister Livsey, life has a way of surprising us all." Taking a sip of his hot chocolate, Ozpin lets out a content sigh. "This whole affair has been keeping me up for a while, so it is nice to finally find out more about where you came from. Do tell, what are these other dimensions of yours like? Are humans just spread throughout the multiverse somehow?"
"They are, actually," you nod. "The dimensions I've visited are... well, they're all different, but also the same in some ways. People are pretty much the same no matter where you go, after all."
"True, true. This does make me rather glad I agreed with Glynda's assessment of your character when she recommended you be brought into the fold, all the more so now... And, in some small way, it leaves me glad that humanity will continue on elsewhere, even should we fail," Ozpin says.
Ironwood, in turn, clears his throat, reminding both of you he's still there. "Be that as it may, we still need to defeat Her to save the people of Remnant."
"Of course, James, of course. I was merely caught in some nostalgic sentimentality, do forgive an old man that much. So, I believe we should discuss exactly how to proceed from here; for one, Mister Livsey did have some requests?"
"The help in a secondary facility being built is a given, as well as the CCTS designs," Ironwood nods. "Cutting-edge aura transfer technology is costly to build and requires dust to be used, but if you believe you will be able to adapt it for your own use regardless, you will have it, too. Freely useable teleportation alone is too big of a trump card not to invest in it."
"Indeed," Ozpin agrees once he's taken the next sip. "The question is, how much of this technology are we ready to reveal to the world? I should warn you, both of you, that I believe Leonardo Lionheart might have betrayed us, and we cannot preclude the possibility of other saboteurs regardless; Salem has shown to use others as her catspaws before."
"How sure are you of this?" Ironwood asks, face a mask of serious business.
"Sure enough to consider it a possibility."
You nod, recognizing the name to be that of one of the headmasters and vaguely gesturing outwards. "That explains why you sent Qrow to Mistral that one time I had to go and save his ass."
"Quite," the headmaster coughs into his free hand. "So, how much of this can we reveal to the public without endangering its use against Salem?"
Ultimately, the conclusion a short discussion all three of you undertake is that while it would be preferrable to advance the technological level of the entirety of Remnant, prudence would demand that you keep this on the down-low for as long as possible.
Or in other words, you don't really want to just hand out your tech, even if you could totally sell it at a premium and likely end up owning half of Remnant, because then Salem might get her hands on some of it and you don't wanna share your toys.
To that end, Ironwood and you agree to look into retrofitting a robot factory or two up in Atlas, the flying city serving as both a beacon for a brighter tomorrow, as Ozpin put it, and an obstacle to any that would attempt to infiltrate thanks to extensive security measures all around the city.
Teleportation made transportation a non-issue, of course, which brought you to the next topic, your little offsite facility planned on Atlesian soil. Or in it, rather.
"Do you mean to tell me that the disturbances in the Schnee Dust Company's networks were all orchestrated to faciliate the sale of an old, collapsed dust mine for a completely unrelated purpose?" Ironwood asked, a slight tinge of disbelief in his voice.
"I can neither confirm nor deny that, all I'll say is that I wanted that place and now I got it. So yes, the location's already taken care of, it's deserted and easy to defend while simultaneously easily accessible and close to the city. Doesn't matter what other uses we find for it later, it's a great first step," you nodded when mentioning the topic.
That cleared up, you got to the next topic in regards to the teleporters. While you may need to have a few more teleport banks (as you have decided to call the cludgy amalgamations of the things the robots seem to have decided to build in the absence of your own design work) to handle the stresses of larger number of teleportations at any given time, as you may need to burden the network with, while still keeping up the constant rapid teleportations Sarah is telling you the robots keep on performing all over the place, but still, you kind of like the idea of additionally allowing a set amount of conspirators in Ozpin's little group to teleport around at will.
"It would be limited to designated teleportation zones, of course, both to avoid accidents and to keep any potential traitors well away from critical infrastructure, but I don't see why we wouldn't be able to let authorized users use their scrolls to teleport themselves and small groups of people around anywhere we have coverage," you explained your rationale.
"A good idea, though I fear this means any traitors will only grow to become that much more dangerous," Ozpin agreed, seeming almost resigned at the fact something like that would pop up sooner or later.
Still, at the end of the day, you're getting pretty much everything you want, with design details on the technologies Atlas is holding on to to be delivered to you through Ozpin, as well as all those little things about where to teleport robot building crew made of Bobs and what materials production of your combat models requires.
Overall, a pretty gainful evening, even if you still have no idea about what half the stuff inside your own secret underground villain lair actually does.
You did just spend way too much time and effort being all serious and acting like you knew what was really going on when you, admittedly, had no idea about that, so once you see off Ozpin and Ironwood with another quick teleport, you decide you really deserve to take a little break.
Because, as you have come to conclude, Remnant really is kind of a vacation world for you, and what use is a vacation if you can't relax and just have a little fun? That's why you went ahead and teleported yourself back, quickly shadowing through now nightly streets to arrive at the one place you have decided to grace with your presence tonight.
That is to say, you slipped right into Roman's little hideout, the warehouse mostly empty of people, just one or two blood signatures inside. Time to go ahead and play a little prank, just for the heck of it!
And yes, you can totally just go and do this kind of thing, Sarah's criticism of your endless chase of improvements to yourself and any power base you happen to have at the notwithstanding.
So you rematerialize, taking a quick look around the warehouse's main floor... before approaching a stack of dust crates, laying a hand on it to give it a little push with your enhanced strength, just enough to move the rather heavy weight about one centimeter to the left.
You grin. This is going to be absolutely hilarious.
Making your way through the dust stored everywhere, the minion bedrooms, where you mostly shift the beds and what little other furniture you can find, the small planning table you can absolutely see Roman working on while marking things on that big map of Vale you can see nearby (that you also move, of course), you are in the small kitchenette by the time something happens.
Specifically, just as you are about to grab the toaster, an unamused throat is cleared behind you, a quick look confirming that none other than Roman Torchwick is leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.
"And what, exactly, might you be doing here?"
Looking as entirely nonchalant as you feel about this matter, you give him an easy smile. "Curses, my evil plans have been foiled!"
Turning around to face him, you lean against the kitchen counter, which is really just a desk someone put there to hold the kitchenette's implements. "I was moving everything in this warehouse exactly one centimeter to the left, just to fuck with you, but I guess the gig's up now, after all."
That's what you get for not really paying attention, you suppose.
"And of course, you would have to be like this," Torchwick laments, rolling his eyes. "Just so you know, Neo has already moved everything exactly one centimeter to the right, so you've really just been helping me out."
"Wait, really?" You say, doubting the validity of that claim.
"No, but it wouldn't have surprised me. Just my luck to get two infantile little psychopaths hanging around, just that one of them actually talks and somehow is ten times worse just like that," Roman says, waving his cane around.
"Well, guess I'll just have to figure out what else to busy myself with now," you shrug, tilting your head. "You wouldn't happen to have any board games lying around, would you?"
"No, and as I am not your babysitter, I fail to see why I should care," Roman complains while turning around, walking off. "You just do whatever, just keep in mind I can't exactly inform for you if a certain fiery cunt finds out you're around the warehouse, which is why I thought you'd keep your distance."
"Eh, nobody saw me coming in, I'm pretty sure," you assure him. "But as I am apparently not wanted here, I'll just have to go, after all."
Following Roman out of the little room, you clear your throat to address Neo, whose blood signature you can see in what you're fairly sure is Roman's room (only few people that are that small and have such huge boobs). "Hey Neo, you done in there?"
Interestingly enough, you can see a single gloved hand stretching out of the doorframe, holding up a finger, even if the actual girl herself is still rummaging around.
"Want to go grab some ice cream after this?"
Within moments, a happily smiling Neo (the actual one, in this case) is sauntering out, her umbrella in hand as she smiles at you.
"Ugh, she totally moved everything in there, didn't she?"
Neo's smile just grows brighter.
Just as you told Roman when you walked off with Neo, the very next thing you do is getting your combined asses over to the next big ice cream place, which you do happen to know thanks to your previous escapades around the city.
"So, you good to walk around in public?" Receiving a thumbs up in response to your question, you'll just take it as Neo doing some random semblance shit to stay hidden, not that you're particularly surprised after that first time you met her.
And Pyrrha, for that matter.
Getting off the roof (because roofhopping is just faster at the speeds you can both go), you step through the doors to the place, quickly taking a look around.
You and Neo aren't the only customers at this point of the night, but you do have your pick of where to sit, soon finding a nice window table to stay at while you search the menu.
And Neo is pouting almost immediately.
"What's wrong with the selection here?" You ask, consequently observing her hold her hands together, then move them apart as she gestures for something big.
"Not enough ice cream?" Nodding, Neo confirms, listlessly scanning the holographic projection. "How about you just order what looks best and we'll keep going? We can make it a contest who can eat the most ice cream."
Neo gives you a suspicious look, rubbing her thumb against her fingers. "Oh, don't worry, I'll foot the bill for this one."
You think she may be trying to be intimidating with that wide smile, but you just give it back. Literally infinite stomach capacity means you will win this one.
In short order, your first (identical, for the sake of fairness) order arrives, you and Neo digging in and enjoying the flavor- you did choose this ice cream parlor for a reason.
Glancing down at where her pants are hanging (a deliberate fashion choice, if you're one to judge), you hum to yourself. "Actually, while we're at it, how about a bet? Winner gets something from the loser."
Neo wiggles her eyebrows, pointing at the menu. "More ice cream? More ice cream paid by me?" You guess, receiving a nod the next time she shovels ice cream into her mouth. "Can do, not like I mind. Now, if I win, on the other hand..."
"... how about you suck my dick?"
At Neo's quirked eyebrow, you give her a smile and a shrug. "Hey, with your semblance, it'd be easy to do right away, and I'll be the last to claim it wouldn't be hot. Or cold, depending on how ice cream you manage to eat before giving up."
The girl sitting opposite you gives you a challenging smirk, speeding up her eating only to be mirrored by you. The message is clear; put your money where your mouth is and all that.
Only, it isn't exactly like you physically can lose this.
Once that first cup of ice cream is eaten empty, only a few smears of delicious, sweet substance remaining, you go ahead and call over the waitress, explaining to her that you and your friend are actually planning to eat as much ice cream as physically possible to settle a bet, and hand her a few tens of thousands of lien, requesting she takes care of the rest and keeps on bringing over identical orders until such a time you call for a stop.
She is confused, of course, but agrees easily enough, agreeing to open a tab and do as you asked.
And there you go, eating and eating endlessly, both you and Neo worldessly coming to the implicit agreement that rushing it would be a complete waste, instead simply working your way through one wonderful product after another. Starting out with complete, plentifully decorated sundaeas, where you're pretty sure the guys making them have been putting together everything they could think of and then some, you work your way through the complete menu, Dust Cream Specialties obviously proud enough to do their very best to have both of you give up before you have nothing left to order.
It is useless, of course. Over the course of the following two hours and then some, you and Neo absolutely demolish everything they have to give, to the point the chefs obviously run out of ideas with even their improvised solutions, being forced to give in and just repeatedly slam ice cream onto waffles and decorate it with whatever was to hand.
Not that you nor Neo minded, of course, even when they didn't actually bother disguise it at sundaeas anymore.
Suffice to say, the amount of money you forked over was a good call.
Eventually, for all of Neo's commendably immense appetite for ice cream of all kinds, the girl's mortality catches up with her; first, she slows down in her eating, leading to you having more time to 'digest', then she ends up taking more and more additional time to banter with you wordlessly and, finally, just rub her overfull stomach, slightly bulging with everything she fed into it.
"You know, Neo," you say, entirely collected yourself, "I believe we can write this one off as my win."
Blinking as she looks between your entirely empty ice cream cup and her own, her eyes growing wide as she takes in the mere couple of bites she has spooned out of it by the time you were done eating, Neo throws up her hands in disbelief, shock written plainly on her face.
"There's always a bigger fish. Your bad luck you went up against the biggest," you simply smile.
Slowly breathing to ease the burden of her overfull stomach, Neo, having recovered from her little moment of incredulous shock, gives you a saucy grin, making a motion you're familiar with with one hand; that of jerking a dick.
"Yes, Neo, while I'm not saying my dick is the greatest ever, I am quite confident in both size and skill," you ward off the insinuation. "A big enough fish if you will."
Silently giggling, Neo holds an index finger in front of her mouth, slowly sliding off of the chair she's sitting on while holding her belly, crawling over to where your legs are already set wide enough for her to fit.
A quick tug of a zipper later and Neo is looking right at your dick, as you don't bother with underwear much anymore, perfectly happy to pull it out of your pants and start slowly jerking it to full hardness, looking up at you with an anticipatory smile.
Because the waitress is coming back around.
"Your friend taking a break?" The young woman asks, collecting the now empty cup from your side of the table and incidentally having no idea about what's going on below the table.
"Oh no, she finally gave up," you reply, Neo's cold lips now trailing kisses along your shaft. "She's just off to take care of her wager."
"Huh, woulda thought the two of you would go on forever," she says, shrugging. "Saw you put away more weight than a grown man in ice cream."
Enjoying the sensation of Neo's cold little tongue as she makes out with your dick, you smile politely. "What can I say, if there's one thing I'd do it for, it's ice cream. Maybe chocolate, too."
Laughing, the waitress hefts her tray again, turning around. "Yeah, I had that feeling. Anyways, gonna leave that one there, if you or your friend don't want it, just leave it, I'll pick it up later."
And of course, as soon as she's out of range, your hand darts down, grabbing Neo's head from where she's juuust barely wrapping her lips around your lower head, looking up at you innocently.
"What, cat got your tongue?" You ask downwards, receiving a half-smirk around the increasing amount of cock Neo's mouth has to contend with, cold and wet as a counterpoint to the usual hot and wet you're used to.
Neo isn't exactly the most experienced cocksucker you've ever had the pleasure of putting your dick in, but she's certainly not bad, either, sucking and pushing her head back and forth while her hands get busy with what part of your rod doesn't fit into her mouth, a free hand coming up to play with your balls every once in a while.
It's a very nice blowjob, all in all, and you don't tease it out, either, your hand on Neo's head without any force of its own and your readiness to come down her throat greater than ever. "I'm about to come, Neo," you warn her quietly, the bobbing of her head speeding up, "so I hope you left enough space for dessert."
Now taking everything she can, Neo gives you an expectant look from down between your legs, the underside of your cock being rapidly rubbed by her tongue (that's warmed up a bit by now), culminating in a pulsing surge from your balls that has you pump your spooge right into her mouth, Neo swallowing everything she can get only to gather the last few ropes of cum in her mouth, returning to her seat, mouth as closed as ever even as you can see the way she swishes your cum around.
Smiling at you, she takes up her spoon again, taking her time for the very last bit of ice cream she can stomach tonight.
Sadly, for all that you're slightly tempted to just go ahead and slam Neo onto the table to fuck her into a silly mess for an hour or two, you did actually plan to do some idle wandering around the streets for the night.
And not just mindlessly walking around, for that matter, you actually signed up for a patrol through Vale, one of those little things huntsmen can do between missions and to keep order around the city.
And, more importantly, give the people a feeling of security. Vale, like any concentration of people, needed to ensure people felt safe, happy and protected, as even an abundance of fear would be enough to draw in the Grimm, and really, nobody wants that.
Except for a few people that nobody wants around, either.
Anyways, as huntsmen and huntresses, the protectors of humanity serve as the greatest security blanket available, and so are paid decently well to walk around out in the open and advertize their presence. Not everyone does this kind of thing, of course, and it's far from as well-paying as 'actual' missions out there, but some huntsmen, especially those on break or looking into retirement, do this kind of thing quite often.
And, of course, there is the next experiment Sarah wanted to run. If you just go and walk around the streets at night, will you end up having sex with random women or not? You told her you wouldn't just have sex with randoms, of course, you make it a point to at least ask for people's names before getting down and dirty with them, but she was insistent you go ahead and try it when you have some time one night.
And so here you are, the little badge they give out prominently displayed on your chest and people looking at you from all around as you walk along one of the biggest shopping streets in the city. Time for Officer Livsey to get on the case!
The first thing you do as you begin your patrol is, of course, to canvas the shopping district, as you're in the area already. As your main 'mission' is fairly simple and to the point, just to be visible, you can go about actually doing so in any way you please, after all.
So you just casually stroll around, window shopping a little and giving casual nods to the occasional passerby, easily discernible as a huntsman thanks to that badge you're wearing. Every now and then, you actually enter a store, and you can say with pride you have eaten dozens of different kinds of sweets by the time your patrol brings you to meet a few acquaintances.
Auburn Reds and Marine Blue (yes, you agree, the names are ridiculous) both walking together, disappearing into a store before they see you. Now, while you would usually just shrug at the teenagers wanting to visit a lingerie store of all things, you aren't the fun police or anything, after all, the late hour does give you pause.
Normal humans don't really let their offspring walk around to buy lingerie at midnight, right? You're pretty sure that's more the exception than the rule, at any rate, and hey, you know the girls; you've been balls deep into them on several occasions by now, as their families (or rather, the female members of their families) sometimes come by for a social call on weekends, which really means being fucked silly and enjoying the novelty of being served by sapient slime maids.
Your mansion is a bit of a thing, nowadays, among the wealthy and influental.
Also noting with approval that Marine has completely stopped dyeing her hair brown to fit that of her mother, you follow them inside, giving the shopkeeper a polite nod.
Thanks to your senses you can simply follow their trails when they are this fresh, and soon come upon the scene of the 'crime'.
"Mister Livsey!" Marine gasps, wiggling her butt in your direction. "What are you doing here?"
"I actually followed you in, wanted to see what you might be doing out and about at this hour," you smile at the two friends.
Auburn sigh. "We actually wanted to get this stuff as a surprise for tomorrow," she says, tugging at her garterbelt. "Guess that's a bust now, though."
"Oh, would you like to help us pick out good outfits, Mister Livsey?" Marine perks up. "I sure wouldn't mind keeping you entertained while Auburn is looking around..."
"Hey, no fair!"
"Girls, girls, I'm sure we can find a solution that lets you both suck my dick at once," you arbitrate, smiling calmly at the two that only became friends when you kept on railing them into unconsciousness whenever one got bitchy at the other in the first place.
They both smile at each other, then at you.
The two girls are left like they want to be- bellies full of cum and lingerie keeping them from leaking everywhere they go, having promised you they could get home safely after they rest a bit.
That said, your patrol of Vale is far from over; once out, you proceed to march through the rest of the shopping district, thereafter entering some of the seedier places you could find in Vale. Still no real 'actual' crime so far, but you're keeping your eyes out.
It's actually pretty nice and quiet, all things considered; though there seems to be a general uneasiness lately, what with the suddenly appearing new Grimm all around the world, the people of vale seem to be trusting the safety of the city's walls, its defenders and most of all Beacon Academy.
It does get you thinking about the subtle nuances and tricks being played on both sides of this little shadow war you've found yourself in, the common man's thoughts and psyche one of the many battlefields the Grimm have to be fought back on. It could even be said that-
"The fuck did you just say, scumbag, huh?"
... You recognize that voice faintly drifting through the night air. Dammit, Yang.
Quickly jumping onto the nearest roof, your steps surer than sure thanks to your various powers, you sprint towards where you heard her from, the form of Ruby's sister visible to you in an alleyway not too for from where you started running.
And holding a man up against the wall by the lapels, his struggling feet hanging in the air as he fruitlessly tries to wrangle her aura-enforced hands. "No, really, say that again, I dare you!"
Soundlessly joining her down on the ground, the man's already wide eyes bulge as you approach from behind the huntress-in-training, finally clearing your throat and making her drop the man in surprise, whirling around and cursing at what, or rather whom, she sees.
"You know, Yang, I would think after Junior you'd have learned not to do this kind of thing anymore," you joke, joining her.
"And I would think you might have a Yang Censor letting you show up out of nowhere whenever I go around Vale," she returns. "Why are you even here?"
"I'm on official patrol as a huntsman, that's why," you explain, thumbing your badge to make it obvious. "So, mind explaining what this guy did to have his airflow redacted?"
"She's crazy, man you gotta help me!" The guy in question, dressed in a simple, typical outfit wheezes, his throat having recovered a little.
"Oh, nothing much, he just called B- NinjaKitten a filthy faunus spreading her legs like a whore," Yang explains. "Couldn't let that stand."
Well, that explains a lot.
"Yeah, this definitely needs to be dealt with," you nod, looking down at the guy that just got himself killed without knowing a cold look. "I am going to need you to come with me over one count of defamation of a public figure. Hope you don't mind staying in a cell for a couple days."
What you carefully do not say is that you're arresting him, and that those couple days in a cell may just become more. Eternity in your stomach, that is.
"What? This is bullshit, man, it's just a filthy faun-"
"You're only making this harder on yourself," you interrupt the apparent racist or at least lover of irreverent dirty talk. Pulling him up by an upper arm, you ignore the way he's stumbling as you turn to Yang again. "Good work on apprehending this guy, by the way. Means I can hand him in and be done with it."
"Heh, no problem," Yang grins, obviously relieved she isn't getting punted against a wall this time. As she should be. "Well, guess I'll be off again, nice talking to you but I wouldn't wanna stop you from your big important patrolling."
"For the record, what were you doing out here? Just curious," you ask before she can disappear.
Yang just shrugs. "Technically, I was picking up some stuff for Ruby, but I really just wanted to take a walk. You know, clear my head away from the others for a bit."
You make to answer, but are interrupted by the waste of skin in your grasp. "Hey man, the fuck even is this? Ain't ya supposed to keep people from just coming outta nowhere and roughin' people up?"
"Oh, I am doing much more than that," you whisper, having been talking with Sarah while this conversation was happening. "Much, much more."
In a small flash of multicolored light, the man is gone, teleported into one of the cells you know Sarah uses to keep nabbed people all the time. Suffice to say, you've went and caught yourself a meal.
Huh. Kinda reminds you of your early days, when you just opportunistically ate people whenever you could, never knowing how easy the next meal would be.
Good old times.
If this was a play, you idly consider, you may consider things like this a kind of dramatic irony. First you grabbed a guy and took him with you to be sentenced to a painful death for selfish reasons, now a bunch of thugs are coming for you in return.
The big difference, of course, is that you have craploads of supernatural powers to call upon, and these thugs, working for Junior as their spokesman confirmed, are going to do many things, but pissing you off is not on that list.
Even if they didn't see Okita smashing Yang back then, you'd expect Junior to have made sure of that.
To put it simply, all that these guys are doing is asking you politely to come with them to Junior's Bar, a request you magnanimously agree to follow as you take a quick break from your 'patrol'.
The club itself is still as loud and crowded as ever, which you suppose is a good sign for a club owner; you certainly do hope your own nightclub will be as well-visited as Junior's when the time to open it back on Earth Bet comes.
Strolling right up to the bar, the pair of minions that escorted you dispersing into the crowd as you give Junior's enforcers, if you understand this correctly, the twins sometimes pulling bouncer duty, a nod before settling down at the bar, Junior already waiting on the bar stool next to where you choose to sit.
"So," the big man grumbles into his glass, "the prodigal son returns. Nice to meet you, Livsey."
"Same right back to you," you shoot back. "Always nice to talk to reasonable people. That said, I'm kind of on the clock here," you warn him with a motion for your badge, "so I'd appreciate it if we could keep it short."
Junior snorts, shaking his head. "Keep it short, he says. Alright, Vale is kind of going to shit right now, and I'd really much prefer to be kept in the loop about it."
Well, that's surprising. "What makes you say that? Vale looks to be just... Vale-ing along as usual, to me," you say with a gesture for the door, indicating the city at large.
"Which don't mean shit, in the end. I've had my men look into everything that's going on, and I know you're involved somehow. The thing with the 'improperly stored' dust? While Torchwick is running around the place stealing all the dust he can find, most likely at the behest of someone else entirely, with my men, and the White Fang went off the radar completely?" Junior waves for the bartender, being slid a new drink in short order. "Someone's planning something, something big, and no matter what I do, I'm going to have to get involved at some point one way or another. And I would much prefer to do so actually knowing what I'm doing."
"Well, let me keep it concise, too, then. Oh, and I trust you'll keep this to yourself, of course," you begin, adjusting your seating a little as you grab your own drink from the bar.
"Simply put, a certain someone is actively acting against Vale as a whole. Goes by the name of Cinder, from what Roman told me, and yes, I've talked to him already, we've established an... arrangement. He is informing on his current employer just as long as that leaves it more likely for him to get through this whole business intact more than not," you explain. "Pretty much everything going on right now goes back to this Cinder, and I'm actually working with Beacon to... deal with the situation."
"Hah, working with the authorities now?" Junior grumbles in his usual voice. "Best bet to get nothing done."
"Eh, it's been working out so far. Look, I can't tell you everything, but if your people people get something, just make sure to inform me instead of doing anything... unwise," you suggest. "If anything comes up that would directly impact your operations, I'll do the same. Is that agreeable?"
"Hmpf, good enough, even if I can't say I like the idea of giving up info for free," Junior agrees. "Well then, I wouldn't want to keep a good officer of the law from going about his busy night."
Smirking, you share a smile with him as you get up, drinking the rest of whatever it was you just had. "See you around, then."
And back to patrol you go. Just a bit longer, really- half an hour or so, then you'll call it a night and go home again.
You did way too much work as is.
Gabriel? Gabriel, I think I can see!
Before you can react to the sudden thought, your scroll beeps, alerting you to a message about whose contents you're fairly sure already. 'Mister Livsey, Amber has opened her eyes, with clear intent'
Sighing, you drop the gagged moron you were about to horribly eat, his panicked, muffled screams still going on after he saw what your teeth look like when you get to business. Of course this just had to happen now, didn't it?
Jim, one of the many people in and around Vale. Not really much of anything, he just went to school, eventually graduated with marks just barely above passing and eventually failed to really find a 'proper' job.
Falling in with the crowds around the shadier parts of town, doing odd jobs and basically intern work for them up to and including helping out with robberies and stuff, and though he never stopped trying to get somewhere in life, he just didn't put all that much effort into it. As always.
The good thing about Vale, though, was that nobody really looked twice at anyone else, except if they were faunus, and so it was easy to blend in with the crowds for the most part, calling dem animals names and finding people that appreciated the attitude, and so Jim very much was in the business of casual racism.
Wasn't no White Fang gonna scare him! And when that Onlyfans thingy popped up, it only made his job easier, people talking about a common topic he could then jump in on.
Until that one crazy bitch jumped him and the fake cop put him away. Forever, as it turned out.
Appearing in Ozpin's office with a flash, you go ahead and enter the elevator, driving it straight down into the vault even as you continue to telepath back and forth with Amber.
The doors open once you're all the way downstairs, your appearance as unspoilt as ever thanks to a quick spot of shadowing before asking Sarah for the teleport (she did joke about practically being part of your teleportation network by now) as you begin the unnecessarily long walk along the corridor eventually letting you approach Ozpin.
"If you can hear me, blink twice," he says, having only gotten to where Amber is still lying in her pod a bit earlier than yourself as he had more preparations to complete before rushing in, seemingly elated at the two blinks of her eyes he gets in response.
Gabriel, please make him go away. He's been here for a minute or so and he is already unbearable.
"Give her a little space, Ozpin, Im sure this is all quite overwhelming for her," you suggest, Ozpin nodding in agreement and taking a small step back. Alright Amber, hit me. Telepathy is a secret, but what would you like right now?
I want to lie in a proper bed, this pod is kind of uncomfortable and I think I have a bit of a crink in my back.
"Now then, Amber, you will likely not know me from appearance, but my name is Gabriel, and I have been taking care of what specialized treatment could at all be arranged for you," you 'explain'. "We can keep it as just now, with one blink for 'no' and two blinks for 'yes', if you wouldn't mind?"
Amber blinks twice.
"Very good," you beam. "First off, is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable? Maybe get you into a proper bed or something of the like?"
Another double blink.
"Alright, think we can do that, Ozpin?" You ask, turning to the room's other occupant.
The headmaster nods slowly, obviously already considering. "I would prefer to keep her here for the time being, as this is the safest location in Vale, but some accommodations can surely be arranged."
Thank you. Ozpin means well, but the very last thing I want to do right now is having to deal with him.
"Just make sure not to overburden her- give her time to recover, she is far from her full strength. Amber will regain speech in time, but until then, just make sure she gets lots of sleep and has something to pay attention to while awake," you say, in your full 'I am totally a medical professional' tone.
I can buy you time, but eventually, you're going to have to talk to him.
I know, just... not now.
One good thing (among many other good things) about your mansion is that due to its sheer size and the relatively spread-out living space it offers, intercepting people on the way from one place to another is a cinch so long as you know where they are when- a task made much easier by the dozens of slime maids all over the place, all reporting to you on request.
Thus, when you stumble upon Yang on the way to an early breakfast, it is far from a coincidence.
"Hey Yang, fancy meeting you here," you greet her, making idle note of her sleepily drooping eyes.
"Mh, hey Gabriel..." Shaking her head a little, she visibly wakes herself up, a quick application of her hands to her cheeks providing some clarity. "What's up?"
Good enough of an opening for you. "I actually wanted to ask you if you wanted to do a thing I already did with the rest of your team," you begin, only to be interrupted.
"No, I don't want to go sneak off to bump uglies," Yang smirks. "Nice pick-up line, though. You should totally use it more often."
You blink for a moment before getting what she means. "Oh, no, this isn't a sex thing. Unless you want it to be, anyways. Nah, I'm sure you noticed the rest of team RWBY has a couple new tricks, this is related to that."
"Oh, the whole blood thing, right?"
"... Ruby totally told you, didn't she?"
Yang shrugs. "What did you expect, she never could keep a secret from me. So, your secret superpower program is a go?"
"That's not a bad way to describe it, actually," you agree. "Also, you didn't hear it from me, but all of your teammates completely coincidentally got the power too turn into an animal of some sort, and I don't think that trend will stop any time soon."
"Hey, I'm not complaining, so go ahead, hit m- Oh shit, you sure you don't need to bandage that? Did you cut to deep or-"
You sigh. They really all have something about you cutting yourself open. "Just drink, Yang."
With Yang thralled and brought to the usual place for breakfast, the other occupants of the mansion trickling in to join (try and keep Okita from eating stuff for the fun of it, it won't turn out well), you soon have one of those nice little meals where everyone comes together to eat and share in each other's company.
Just the kind of thing you want to have with your own little family, really, and what you wish for your eventual children to join in to. Especially with the whole eating people thing- you can already see your cannibalism shtick leading to a lot of massacres and mass abductions, honestly.
You can hardly wait for it.
Anyways, once everyone gets on with their day, slowly leaving the room, you notice Pyrrha staying behind a little, fiddling with her hands as she waits for the others to clear the room.
Once you're alone, she looks at you resolutely. "Gabriel, there was something I wanted to ask."
"Feel free to, I would never mind," you offer.
"Nora and I have been talking, and I was wondering if you would mind if... if we went and tried out the wrestling arena she told me about? Naked, of course," she adds, as though to make sure you don't get the wrong idea.
"With pleasure, of course," you answer, getting up and taking off your shirt immediately. "Let's go right away."
Pyrrha's happy smile is all the answer you need.
Moving over to your little secret fight club, Pyrrha eagerly disrobes, both of you oiling each other as thoroughly as you can. You pay special attention to Pyrrha's arms and legs, the muscled, but slender limbs a joy to touch and feel to your heart's content, though not as much as her tight abs and plump breasts, with you keeping her privates and butt for last just to tease her, something she is completely aware of judging by her hungry gaze.
Leaning in to make out with her as your fingers finally slide home, spreading slick oil around her lower lips and massaging her cheeks.
"You're just making it harder to wait," Pyrrha remarks once you let her up for air, pushing her sleek body against yours to feel you as much as she can.
"Well, why don't we get to it right away, then?" You ask, picking the slippery girl up in a princess carry and moving both of you right into the ring.
Time to wrestle.
For all that Pyrrha is somewhat of an arena fighter, something you do have categorically less experience with that her hands down, what she isn't is someone specialized in unarmed fighting, though you can tell she does have some training in this field, too.
She puts up a good fight, you'll give her that, with lots of aura-enhanced grabs and maneuvers, and both of you groping the other as much as you can- more than once Pyrrha just pushes her breasts into your face to try and get you with her legs, wrapping them around your waist to win while also humping against you, but in the end, your sheer speed and strength keep her from making any particular headway.
That and, while your personal style involves more clawing and hacking at your opponents than grappling, you do actually know how to do this stuff. Genuinely being an unarmed fighter does come in handy for things like this.
In the end, there's few things that Pyrrha can really do to endanger your victory, your slick body straining against hers as you get a good grip on her until, finally, her footing slips, the oil not doing her any favors here, and sends her feet flying out, the redheaded fighter caught in your arms and thrown to the ground with a giddy yelp from her in short order.
It seems fate demands Pyrrha be given the same treatment as Nora, the girl landing on all fours and trying to rise, only to be inhibited by your body. "Guess who just won the match?" You whisper into her ear at that.
Swallowing, Pyrrha nods, her breathing heavy from more than just exhaustion. "You did."
Moving a hand to explore her body another time, you take a moment to appreciate the feel of her pale skin under yours, her taut body both tense and excitetd. "And do you know what that means?"
"I don't," your lover replies faux-innocently, as though she wasn't anticipating this moment from the very start.
Repositioning yourself a little, you let your already hardening member ready, sliding up against Pyrrha's sweet, wet pussy, her back arching as she pushes into the direction of what she wants. "It means I'm about to take my prize."
Nuzzling her neck, you seamlessly push hard into her, Pyrrha's lips spreading to allow your dick into her cunt, her breathing immediately shifting to panting at the sensation of being filled by you.
"So, hard!" She pushes out, eagerly taking everything you give her. "And biiig!"
"Of course it is, with you being so sexy," you note, bottoming out and straining Pyrrha's capacity. "Just like you're so wet and tight just for me."
Properly railing her, you don't hold anything back, fucking Pyrrha like an animal in heat, her cries of approval serving to encourage you, if anything. Again and again, you slam yourself home, methodically fucking her hard enough to seriously injure and bruise someone without aura.
She comes a couple of times, but that isn't the point here, with you just ignoring her beyond the wonderful squeezing around your cock, and as you lean over her, you begin nibbling on her ears. "I'm going to fuck your ass now, Pyrrha. I'm going to claim you as my prize."
"Yeeesss," she hisses, lost in a haze of pleasure, "claim my ass hard!"
You are nothing if not a man of your word.
Pyrrha's howling and moaning as you push your entire length into her tight rear entrance, just as much so as her pussy, make it clear about how she feels about the rough buttfuck you're subjecting her to, hammering yourself into her butt and slapping against her round buttcheeks with every thrust.
"I'm coming, Pyrrha, and you're going to take it. You'll take it all," you announce, her ass growing even tighter around your prick.
"Give it to me!" She wantonly moans. "Paint my insides whiiite!"
Just as she's speaking, you come, inside her as deep as you can go, your entire cock massaged by the rhythmic contractions of her behind and spewing white fluid deep inside Pyrrha, stuffing her full of enough sperm you think she might be tasting it if you go on much longer.
Taking a moment to fake being as exhausted by the exertion as she is to give her a moment to breathe and regain her senses, you chuckle from behind her. "That's round one. Ready for round two?"
Pyrrha, helpless to do anything but feel your length inside her, squeezes once. Enough of an agreement for you.
"Hey, uh, Gabriel? Have you seen Pyrrha anywhere?" Jaune, in all his awkward teenager glory, asks you as you're in the middle of moving towards where you're planning to surprise Nora (the elder) with a few surprise kisses while she's starting on lunch. "She was supposed to come train with everyone, but she didn't write she was late or busy or anything."
Yeah, that's kind of an issue, actually. Pyrrha just so happens to be lying in a puddle of fluids with her eyes rolled back in her head. Or rather, she did before you went ahead and brought her to bed.
"Actually, Jaune," you say, mentally contacting Ren and Nora to let them know their team leader is busy and you're borrowing Jaune for a bit, "good thing you're here, I wanted to ask if you'd like to get a little powerup, the same thing I did for the rest of your team already, in fact."
"Wait, really? I-I mean, Carmilla is already helping me a lot, so you don't have to-" he stutters, obviously appropriately ashamed of his weakness and trying not to waste your time.
"No need to worry, this just needs a bit of time and a moment every couple of months to keep up, not to mention I expect this to help you get better as well," you shrug. "You'll essentially get a couple of weaker powers and improvements, with the important part being you may be able to train them, depending on what they end up being. It's a whole new field of possible improvement, really."
A hand on his shoulder, you guide Jaune in the opposite direction of Pyrrha's room, looking for an appropriately empty and unused room to do this in.
"Oh, that's great! It's just... I kind of have so much to work on already, so many things I really have to improve as is, I don't think I'll be able to do what you expect of me justice," Jaune laments, despite having given up his resistance.
And really? "Honestly, don't worry about it, kid," you say, opening a door and moving him through. "Even if you don't ever do anything more with these, just consider them minor little tricks up your sleeve. More tools in the box, to be pulled out when needed. This stuff doesn't have to define your style the way your weapon or your aura does, you know."
There, that hopefully calmed him down a bit. At your guess, Jaune is permanently overcome with the pressure of being the weakest team member and trying his best not to be a drag on the others, leading to him being in this state of constant high tension and all that.
Tough luck for him, but hey, if he manages to overcome his immense weakness, he'll be all the better for it. But for now, time to cut open your arm and calm yet another future thrall down because dammit, it's just a bit of blood.
The thralling process itself goes as usual, with you sitting around and talking to him for a bit, though it seems Jaune is just a tad queasy at the sight of blood- another issue he will need to work his way through at some point, in the profession he chose.
You tell him as much, too.
Still, he does do his best to do his part, and you go ahead and give him the powers you think fit him best. And if you're just a bit biased and decided to fuck with him a bit, well, who can really tell?
"So, you may find that you are tougher, stronger, smarter, just about everything by now," you finally say once you're done with your usual thing, feeling the connection to Jaune form. "In addition, you will find you have two new powers matching up to your character in particular, you may think of them as mini-semblances of a sort."
"Yeah, I can... I think it's affecting all my senses? My hearin is better, my sight, my everything..." Oh, right, it's been so long you kind of forgot how strange it can be to perceive the world in the kind of detail you are used to when someone really isn't.
"Yeah, the senses are pretty cool. Never underestimate the ability to know where everything around you is," you lecture him. "Also, that's one power down, but what about the other?"
"Yes, I can feel something coming... I think I need to keep on pushing for it to work?" Jaune says. "But anyways, I just want to thank you for this. I want to do anything I can so I don't disappoint everyone, and anything that helps me become stronger is just really, really great."
He gets up to thank you, but while he speaks, his voice steadily shifts, his features rounding out and all, and so when Jaune thanks you, he, or rather she, does with with an entirely new face.
"No need for that, really," you insist. "Also, I think we've found out what your second minor power is."
"Huh? What-" Looking down on herself, Jaune blinks, before blushing and holding her head. "No, no, no, no, this can't be!"
Patting herself down, she crouches, making herself as small as possible. "Go back, go back, go back! This can't be happening!"
Shrugging, you lean back where you're sitting. "Come on, it isn't that bad. You can turn back and everything."
"No, no, you don't understand," she says, fearfully looking around, "I had seven sisters growing up, and they all just loved to put me in their old clothes. If any of them find out about this, I'm done for! I can't have an affinity for this because of what they did to me, I can't! Please, is there anything you can do to change it?"
Already having started your own transformation, you sigh. And take out your scroll, taking several pictures. "Alright, alright, you change back and I'll look into changing that power out," you say with your now feminine voice, Jaune's teary face coming up in surprise at the sound of it just in time for a good picture. "And yes, I have now acquired plenty of blackmail material to send your sisters whenever I want."
"Y-you're... No, wait, stop!" Holding Jaune back by her head, her flailing arms unable to reach you, you just laugh. "Stop it, it's not funny!"
"On the contrary, this is extremely funny," you tell him, now completely in the form of a woman. "Come on, change back already, or do you want me to have more blackmail pictures? Not like I mind, I'm just as manly as always!"
"I'm doing it as fast as I can already, okay?!"
"That sounds to me like you like having your pictures taken!"
"Uoooh!"
Suffice to say, yes, this is extremely amusing.
Anyways, while your original plan for lunchtime was interrupted with a bit of time for Jaune, that doesn't mean the idea was bad. On the contrary, in fact; once lunch is eaten and everyone grouping up to do their own thing until dinner and the following return to their dorm rooms for the Beacon attendees, you go ahead and join Nora (the Elder) as she gets right on preparations for that.
"Oh, it's rare for my big, strong man to come work the kitchen," she jokes coquettishly as you follow her.
"Well, I'm glad you appreciate the help, anyways," you flirt back, "even if I'd prefer you to appreciate something else."
Chuckling, Nora takes stock of the ingredients (you both know they're always fully stocked), opening and closing cupboards as she goes. "Come on, let's actually do this before we get... distracted. Dinner isn't cooking itself."
"My endless hordes of semblance minions disagrees," you dryly inform her.
In the end, what you and Nora decide to make is an old standby of the times you used to cook for you and your siblings, just obviously much better now that you have some really good ingredients and know a bit more about what you're doing; A bunch of rice, cooked yesterday and left in one of your many fridges by your slime maids, fried a bit along with some finely cut chicken and vegetables, some soy sauce into the mix and carefully watched so nothing burns, of course.
You don't ask why they cooked the rice, of course. Do they just always have some on hand or something?
Naturally, the meat and vegetables have to go into the big pan you're using first, as they need a bit longer, and so your first bit of time is spent doing nothing but cutting and seasoning them, you and Nora both using your claws to full effect (though she prefers to cut the meat with an actual kitchen knife, something about her sharpness not working great with it yet).
Once that's all taken care of, all you need to do is wait for the right moment while turning the contents of the big pan every couple minutes at the latest, then add the rice and mix everything, soy sauce on top and voilá, after just a little bit of time you have some lovely fried rice with chicken and veggies.
Of course, you weren't idle while doing all of this, continuing to prepare as many ingredients as you might need, and so all you need to do to repeat the process is to throw some more ingredients lying ready into the pan.
And with the time that gives you? Well, you and Nora don't really have much to do, and only one of you need to keep an eye on things. So you end up fucking her from behind while she tends to the food, with her between your legs and sucking you off while you do, the both of you get quite inventive on this accord.
Also, everyone likes the food once it's dinnertime. You wouldn't expect it, but Weiss seems to really love the communal food thing where everyone takes from a bunch of big pots containing a big mass of food, and she absolutely loves anything with soy sauce, which is a Mistralian thing here.
Taking care of Okita is, as always, a fine balance to strike between hovering over her so she gets enough attention and giving her the space she needs so she doesn't just decide to wander off, though you're fairly sure that she would eventually come back to wherever you are at this point.
That means gauging her mood and approaching her about things when she wants to be approached, as she just doesn't really go around and talk to people for the most part, unless she really really wants something or really really likes them.
Like, for example, you. Or Weiss, from what it seems.
"Mhm. Sexytime. To compare to... Weiss," is all you get by way of an explanation as she drags you off once you've seen off the kids, for once not bringing them all the way to Beacon.
And she still has trouble with names, but you're not surprised. You think she forgets her own name sometimes, though you never checked.
"Oh? What exactly are we doing?" You ask, following the girl that grabbed your sleeve and started walking.
"Do the sex." Well, that clears that up, at least.
In short order, you're in Okita's room, her massive breasts revealed and handled by you, massaging and groping before you start to kiss and nibble her already hard nubs, standing out cutely. "Nn, good..."
Always nice when people recognize talent.
That said, Okita's massive mammaries need a lot of love just due to their size, and so you need a little while to lavish the appropriate amount of it onto them, the dark haired girl pushing her chest out for you all the way. Still, you sadly don't get to make her cum from her breasts alone, as she soon demands you move on, taking off her skirt and panties with a swift motion each.
Of course, eating a cute girl out isn't exactly new to you, but you still take your time every time you do it, licking and lapping and teasing and, of course, kissing, for a while before sticking your tongue in. Foreplay is and remains the most important part of any act of sex you can think of, after all.
Once Okita is nice and ready after a couple times of coming, your tongue and fingers having ensured as much, you go ahead and properly undress yourself, your hard on coming springing to attention as soon as it clears your pants, and though Okita gives it a couple of licks, she's never been one for giving blowjobs, as they don't make her feel good, and the two of you begin fucking as such, the japanese schoolgirl pushing you down onto her bed to mount your loins and slowly take your length inside her.
And of course, she immediately begins abusing her unlimited stamina and bounces with full power, her fat tits especially showing off through the motion as her tight wet snatch eagerly swallows you up.
If there's one thing you can trust Okita to do, it is doing what she likes to do and do it as hard as she can. "Mhm, good. Good as Weiss. Need to compare again."
Feeling your... lover? Fuckbuddy? Whatever Okita is, come around you with no indicator beyond her inner walls gripping tighter onto you, you smile up at her. "I'm sure she'd like that, too."
Elsewhere, a certain heiress felt a shiver go down her spine.
"Hey Whitey, you okay?" Yang asked as they were all settling into their dorms once again.
"I'm alright, and stop calling me that." The nickname reminded her of her brother. "Just had a weird feeling."
"Mhm, too exhausted last time," Okita explains.
"Not everyone can have infinite stamina, you know," you shrug, one hand on her hips, the other weighing her bouncing breasts.
"Spots inside her that made her fall down. Need to investigate."
You just chuckle at that. "I'm sure she'll like that very much indeed, then. Just make sure not to overdo it, okay?"
"Mhm." And that is that.
Well, while this should go without saying by now, you can say with some authority on the matter that just sitting back for a couple of hours and creating undead after the patterns you have already established is a perfectly nice way to spend some quiet time, regardless of how much viscera you have to play with while doing so.
If there's one thing you've kind of gotten used to by now, that is it.
In similar news, you have proven without a doubt that constant, active use of your magic can, under some circumstances, actually let you improve on it without taking additional time, though setting up the circumstances for this is kind of difficult and mostly requires you to have a suitable environment at hand.
Like, say, an entire world full of enemies for your undead to fight.
In related news, your undead have actually made some great progress; roaming the flatlands to the south of Vale while avoiding humans the best they can, they have been sighted only a couple of times here and there by now, all the while continually hunting down and Grimm they can find.
Unfortunately, the density of the things does leave something to be desired, making the aid of your Watcher and various enslaved spirits a necessity to actually get any reasonable rate of fighting in with your faraway group, but hey, it is happening.
Also, the Hunters are really fucking massive dangers, especially to anything they manage to surprise; they can actually hunt in packs and use the ion lasers you implanted in their 'throats' to massive effect, a few of them clearly and autonomously distracting their targets while the rest surround them to either jump them with tooth and claw or arrange a disastrous array of focused ion beams just disintegrating most enemies they face.
Also, the Avengers, while less massively powerful, are still more than enough to methodically walk at any lesser Grimm they are steered towards, their armors enough to keep them in one piece while they keep on wrenching their claws into any unprotected Grimmflesh before tearing chunks out bit by bit.
In fact, you almost can't wait to use these things against human opponents. Especially any that don't have guns or similarly effective ranged weaponry...
Oh, and the less is said about your specters, the better. They're just... yeah. Not really much most Grimm can do against an opponent that gives no fucks about what you're doing and has an array of deadly abilities to back them up.
One thing that you can note, with some satisfaction on the matter, is that your undead really do get around. The wilderness between actual small towns and villages sprouting from the ground here and there becomes more and more dangerous the further it gets away from the nearest kingdom's influence, and it really shows, with more and bigger Grimm that don't get culled as regularly.
And, of course, bandits.
Banditry is an objectively pretty bad thing, of course, with huntsmen stepping in to strike them down wherever they can, but a fact of human nature is that there'll always be some people that just don't want to play ball and just shit on the common man. For many reasons, of course, from just being assholes, being raised to live that way, poverty, mental issues making it difficult to fit in, all those kinds of things.
The end result is a bunch of bandit gangs operating out in the Grimm-infested wilderness and attacking targets of opportunity, such as transports of materials not guarded by huntsmen or small settlements left undermanned for any length of time, evading the Grimm by frequently moving around and using them by striking where they struck and plundering razed villages with little risk to themselves.
Bright side, few of those gangs running around actually have anyone with aura, so even a single huntsman is a serious threat to them, as long as they aren't exceedingly big, which in turn brings with itself a whole host of other issues, such as the increased consumption of food and ammunition on raids, the exponentially growing danger of Grimm, so on and so forth.
The reason you are going off on this little tangent is simple... your undead did, in fact, spot a group of bandits over the course of the last week, the Watcher providing overhead scouting really paying off in letting you observe them for a bit, and you're fairly sure you found yourself a small bandit encampment in some fairly Grimm-free woods quite some distance to the south from your base at Mount Glenn... and there is, in fact, a standing bounty on bandits, one you can take on a per-head basis thanks to your license.
Only question is how you're doing this.
Well, while all the vampires around at the moment are perfectly capable of inflicting horrible violence on humans- especially ones lacking aura, as you expect the bandits to- if you were to choose one that would actually enjoy the act of doing so, the choice would be obvious.
Also, Okita hasn't ever tried actually fighting someone squishy with her new sword and state of being so far, only ever Grimm, so that'll be a good opportunity besides.
Just to be sure, you did ask Sarah and Nora, but they didn't mind you just going out for a picnic with Okita, and so you soon go off, teleported into the general area thanks to your immensely powerful teleporters that can actually get some extra processing power thanks to being linked up and triangulating positions based off of each other.
And no, you will not question how technically completely unintelligent machines managed to put their metaphorical heads together and come up with a solution like this.
The Advance had finally found a way to target its spatial repositioning even without an active body in the area to base coordinates off of, using the total sum of its parts to perform a similar task instead.
The eternal war could not wait for it to get into position every time, and the newly announced expansion to an entirely seperate landmass demanded an increase in precision besides.
Silently stalking through the temperate forest, you smile a little at the way Okita just tramples right through it- not really caring about the possibility of being discovered, because she'll just kill anything that does anyways.
Just like her.
That said, you may as well figure out a proper plan, so you wordlessly ask her to wait for a moment (hooray for telepathy) and give her a general idea of what you're walking into; a small camp, surrounded by a simple fence and filled with tents most of the bandits sleep inside of, with a total of four guards standing around and wishing they didn't have to pull guard duty.
Pretty standard setup for this kind of thing, you'd assume.
A quick 'discussion' (which is really just you making a suggestion Okita agrees with without a second thought) has you go shadow, circumnavigating the bandit camp even as she keeps on plodding through the undergrowth right towards it.
Your plan, as much as it can really be called one, is simple; you are just going to come from two directions and kill any bandits you can see. Simple, effective and pretty much to the point, considering that both you and Okita have aura, this fact alone making this a viable way to proceed.
The whole vampiric powers shtick really is just the cherry on top.
Anyways, rematerializing and keeping in contact with Okita, you do the exact same thing she is doing, just walking straight towards one of the two entrances manned by two of the bandits.
"Hey, hey hey hey, the fuck you doing here?" One of the two men with somewhat questionable bodily hygiene calls out as soon as he sees you. "You a huntsman or some shit?"
You hum to yourself as you consider how to answer him.
In lieu of answering, you simply accelerate, rushing over towards the two men and stretching out your hands, claws extended even as you don't bother engaging Last Embrace, letting the pair of gauntlets sit on your lower arms motionlessly.
Hitting your targets, you don't stop running at increased speeds, gouging out their throats entirely and, in a stroke of good luck, completely ripping the head off of the one that spoke up just now.
Coming to a halt even as their bodies, spraying blood in all directions, fly past you due to the force you hit them with, impacting one of the central tents and getting their fluids all over it before you exert your control on it, stopping only to look down at the now bodyless head, alive and thinking for just a few moments. "Some shit, yeah. You were right about that one."
Hemokinesis is more an art than science, but thankfully, you are perfectly capable of thinking about it both ways, and so you soon have a steady stream of the stuff flowing through the air towards you, entering your mouth and filling you up.
One thing that should never be underestimated, human bodies actually contain a lot of blood. If you weren't able to eat and drink literally arbitrary amounts without issue, you wouldn't ever be able to drink an entire human being's contents, you're pretty sure.
Over on the opposite side of the bandit camp, Okita is doing much the same you did, worldessly flash stepping right towards the bandits and swinging her sword around in a circle, completely bisecting both of them without effort before glancing over and copying you in feeding off of them with her own copy of the blood controlling power.
Though she gets some all over herself and doesn't bother cleaning up, because why would she. Geez, this girl...
Anyways, the rest of the bandits are getting roused by the screams the upper halves Okita left let out for a moment, so you'd best take care of them, too, before too many of them scatter in all directions and get eaten by Grimm instead of you.
Because that would be a tragedy.
"Raise a wall of ice and frost, that none may pass beyond this place!" These ice walls you can conjure to rise from just about anywhere nearby are the result of one of your less practiced spells, you would be the first to admit; the chant takes you a bit, and you only really get a long wall raised in a slight curve around where you aimed right in front of the exit of this little bandit camp.
Then again, it's not like you need anything beyond that to keep the bandits in question from running with their tails between their legs.
The wall is also about twice as tall as you, so you just proceed to cast the same spell a couple more times, slowly encasing the camp in your frosty trap, all the while Okita continues to charge at one of the tents, sword raised and just hacking at anything in the way.
A wooden barrel? Smacked aside. The tent cloth? Cut through, heedless of the entrance a couple steps to the side. The bandits inside? You can see the blood signatures, and the blood being spread in all directions every time Okita moves; it's a slaughterhouse in there.
Time for you to follow suit, you suppose. With the other bandits scrambling out of their beds, a couple actually started to go and open fire on you with a variety of small arms- mostly a bunch of pistols and the like- though you ignore their shots in their entirety, of course; instead you simply go ahead and walk towards them, their shouts growing from angry to panicked.
When the machetes and axes get drawn, you just give them a full-toothed smile. "Oh, you're just a treat."
Launching yourself at the first of them, you smash the weapon out of her hands, grabbing her by the shoulder before she can react and chomping through her throat in short orderbefore using her body to bludgeon one of your other attackers.
Just like that, you dart from one opponent to the next, always moving and tearing through any resistance. By the tome Okita is done in her tent, now covered in dark red from head to toe and licking one of her hands, any remaining opposition has run off already.
"... Wanna make Weiss lick me clean." Note to self, remind Okita not to tell anyone about the whole evil monsters eating people thing.
Anyways, there's still one tent's worth of bandits hanging around, some of which are gathering near the entrance you came in through...
"Hurry the fuck up, bitch!" Coop, being the usual idiot, grunted as he kept his head on a swivel. "We gotta go, now!"
"Well, 'scuse me this isn't easy, okay?" Meg replied, fiddling with the vials she had on her. "Have to get this just right or else we're just blowing ourselves up instead of this wall."
"Then do as I said and fuckin' hurry, Meg, or else we're in the shit anyways! Nave, you take that direction, if you see anything, shout!"
Meg kept on tinkering with the dust vials she'd had on her for a long moment, neither of them willing to address the absence of the voice of the third bandit they'd gotten out of the slaughter with.
"Nave? Nave, where the fuck-" Coop rapidly turned, be there wasn't anything to be seen. No Nave, no bullshit huntsman, nothing.
"Shut up, man, and try not to-"
"Nave, this ain't funny, you better-" Just as he kept on shouting like the moron he was, something came up from behind him, hard, metallic claws holding his head in place.
"Thought I heard something," the smoothest voice she'd ever heard said and not the time, Meg. "Terribly rude of you, to leave before dinnertime's over."
Meg could hear the creaking of bone as another clawed hand joined the first, a mouth like out of somebody's nightmares opening to bite into Coop's neck. "No! Please! Don- Aaaargh! AAAAAAAAHH!"
Meg screwed her eyes shut, her hands still trying to tip one of the dust vials into the other to create a bomb that would let them blow a chunk out of this wall and run. Fat chance, with how much they were shaking.
She hated how every breath of hers came out as a sob.
Meg waited for her death to come, clenching her stuff and thinking about what to do. Maybe she could use the dust, try and blow it all up nilly-willy, 'cept the fucker totally had aura, so she'd just kill herself, so maybe-
Being roughly grabbed from behind, she tried to mix the fire dust with the lightning stuff, but fumbled, cursing as her hands, numb from terror, dropped her only way out of this as she was pushed against the wall of ice someone must've used the good shit to create.
Seriously, this was the kind of high-grade dust you just didn't see this far out. Fucking rich bitches.
Being prepared to die just like she'd seen Coop go, Meg readied herself, the terror superseded by the sense of inevitability- there wasn't really anything they could've done at this point, no amount of preparation or stuff would've gotten her out of this, so may as well get it over with already, dammit.
Except the feeling of something biting her didn't come, instead something moved at her belts, the heavy leather bands falling to the floor cut apart cleanly followed by her skirt, only her panties remaining. "The fuck, man?!"
"That's the idea," the darkly amused voice she'd noted earlier came from behind her, her briefly flailing arms caught and wrists taken into one hand she couldn't budge no matter how much force she put behind it.
Looking down, she could see a clawed hand moving to the front of her crotch, hooking under the cloth and letting her feel how cold that thing was as the blunt sides moved against her skin.
With a single pull, her panties were cut apart, the useless barrier following her skirt to the ground. "Just get it over with already, asshole," Meg spat, knowing full well what would happen next; she'd been a bandit long enough to know she was only alive as long as the guy behind her felt like doing her.
Hearing a zipper being opened, she grit her teeth as she could feel something hard and hot slide between her thighs just before she was pressed against the ice in front of her, a cheek running against it as the cold immediately started to permeate her body. "If you say so, sweetie."
Meg made to reply, maybe call him a limpdicked babyboy or something, but the sudden push from below her was kind of distracting. And by distracting she meant the big, fat cock that was sliding into her pussy without a care in the world kind of had her automatically rise to stand on her toes before she thought better of it, just so it could slide in easier and hurt less because she was dry like Vacuo on a rainy day, though that was changing quick.
With her upper body pressed against the ice dust wall and her ass raised like a fucking whore, the guy behind her started fucking her hard and fast, driving the air out of her every time he hit her womb with his fat meatstick and replacing the words she wanted to say as a familiar haze of lust settled over her with wanton pants and moans, her tongue hanging out as stars exploded behind her eyes and she came on one really hard thrust.
He didn't slow down. He didn't slow down then and he didn't slow down at any time during the next three, Meg's consciousness already far and away by the time he deigned to cum in her, filling her up with his white hot liquid.
Panting, she readied herself again. This was still- But once he pulled out, next thing she knew the guy was just poking it into her ass. Meg whimpered, but she knew there wasn't any escape, her wrists still held securely in her leather gloves, and she just tried her best to relax her ass, the slimy rod way too big- it just hardly fit in her pussy, it was never gonna-
Groaning in discomfort, the bandit held still as her rapist's rod pushed through her sphincter, uncaring for the pain she felt as he started fucking her again, working his way into her, her legs spread as wide as the skirt still lying around her feet allowed to make it a little easier to bear.
Breathing hard against the foggy ice, her breath becoming a light mist every time she pushed it out, it didn't take long for Meg to shudder as she came again, getting pleasure fucked into her despite the pain. She didn't think she could take much more of this...!
And indeed, by the time her aggressor had claimed her ass too, painting it white as well, Meg was completely divorced from the situation around her, just hanging there limply and waiting for everything to be over. A wish that was granted easily enough.
"Broken already?" Were the last words she heard, a really nice feeling in her neck the only thing contrasting the sore pleasure coursing through her body at this point.
Next thing she knew, she opened her eyes and there was a forest around her, but the trees were all wrong, and she felt this need to- no, the compulsion to go and do... something.
Meg went off to find the nearest Maid. It didn't matter what a maid was, she just had to go to one. Regardless of the confusion she was feeling.
Returning safely to your mansion, you make sure everything is in place; apparently, the girls are planning to submerge you in blood they harvested from the people Nolac fused together in the basement so they can lick and suck it off your sleeping body during the week.
You're not sure how you feel about this readily apparent escalation in their efforts to lick things off you, but hey, it's not like it'll actually bother you, so you're just kind of going along with it, and so, after reporting the whole bandit thing and cleaning your weapons a little you go right ahead and plop down in the basement yourself.
Now then, time to see how your undead have been doing, reach out to Amber again, talk to everyone here and there... you're surprisingly busy even while nominally sleep, after all.
Amber was, she would say, pretty ambivalent to how things were like for her at the moment. And yes, she knew how the word and her name sounded together, her dad used to joke about it literally all the time.
In itself, she was still in a lot of pain, and whenever she tried to move anything bigger than her eyes, it just flared up to be even worse, but it was nowhere near the levels of excrutiating agony she was remembering being under just a week or so ago.
Actually seeing through her eyes again was a little weird, and everything felt way too bright, so she kept them closed more often than not, though Gabriel had suggested she try to open them for a while every now and then so they'd get used to perceiving light again.
The underground area she was still inside of was actually pretty dark, according to him.
Speaking of which, the man that'd saved her from an infinite hell of intense pain was back to his usual routine again, something she couldn't help but be glad for. It was just really nice to be able to talk to someone whenever she wanted.
In other news, the bed she was lying in was kind of comfy; the vice-headmistress, Professor Goodwitch, had brought some furniture down for her use, though Amber could only really lie in the sheets and sleep a lot, to try and recover as soon as possible.
The professor also regularly returned to make sure she was comfortable, her semblance useful not only for getting everything down to Headmaster Ozpin's apparent basement and installing the curtains she had drawn around it to give her the illusion of living inside a normal room at least, but also to move her limp body and avoid bedsores and change her clothes every now and then after a quick spongebath.
Amber also categorically refused to think about the intravenous injections keeping her alive and 'fed' as well as the catheter. Just nope!
Though she really wished she could go for a burger soon. Her stomach felt like she hadn't gotten any solid food in years! Still better than the all-encompassing pain from before, though any feeling was, really.
And of course, there was always the other visitor frequently coming down to see her...
"You see, Amber, one of those things I have simply learned throughout my long life is the importance of always, always making sure one's shoes are appropriate for the occasion. Whether it is a matter of showing up with the appropriate footwear for a social call or gathering or a pair of solid hiking boots, not having the right ones on is one of the worst mistakes one can make, generally speaking... ah, but I am sure I am just boring you with my old stories about trivia like this," Beacon's headmaster said as he was sitting at her bedside.
Amber blinked once.
"Oh, you aren't? In that case, let me tell you about the one time I didn't have a good pair of shoes on hand..."
What? It was nice to listen to him ramble a bit, now that she could make out words again, and she didn't want to just bother Gabriel all the time.
"Oh, and before I forget it, Glynda mentioned wanting to try feeding you some liquid diet soon if your condition keeps on improving at this rate- I am sure you would love to get a bite to eat, but until you can chew, this will have to do. Now where was I..."
Yep, if there was one thing her recovery was teaching Amber, it was that quietly listening was a good skill to have. Who knew, maybe if she'd listened out, she might've heard the ambush coming and avoided having to come where she was in the first place.
She thought she would have a thing about tight spaces for the rest of her life, though. Just, ugh, no.
Alright, today is team Cower's first official outing! Today's mission is... exploring the forest while undercover as completely normal forest critters!
Ruby... Blake thought at her team leader, I still think it should be WORC instead.
Both of them were in their respective animalistic forms, a wolf with dark fur, some of the tips becoming reddish-brown and a black cat, simply sitting there on the forest floor and conversing telepathically.
Aww, I thought it was cute... also, where's Yang and Weiss?
They flew off already. Something about keeping overwatch.
With that, both of them looked up, spotting the last two members of their team circling overhead, a raven in black and a completely white snow owl.
Hey sis, flying is awesome! Yang thought, joining their telepathic conversation. If you weren't too heavy, I would totally take you for a ride, but I guess all those cookies finally took their toll.
Oh, now you've done it! Setting up for a leap, Ruby clearly aimed for the sky, intending to jump and catch her sister.
Blake just used her other power, instantly rushing over and landing on the other girl's back, riding her as she disabled gravity and used her aura to push herself off as hard as she could.
Completely normal forest animals, huh?
Silently, Jaune thanked Professor Goodwitch for the way she held her combat classes; everyone could request another student to spar with every now and then. It wasn't really a regular thing, but every couple classes they had some time left.
Which was really great, because more than one quarrel and little feud had been solved in the ring.
"You that hard up for getting clobbered, Jaune?" Cardin sneered, swinging his mace around a little to limber up. "You could've just asked, I'd be up for that any time."
"Yeah, right," Jaune snorted. "Funny story, that, I said the same thing to your mom last night."
"Oh, now you've one it, twerp. Now we aren't playing nice."
He honestly didn't want to insult Mrs. Winchester, he was sure she was a wonderfully nice lady, but he needed Cardin angry. The boy had insulted Blake at lunch that day, called her a 'filthy faunus' ever since she took off that bow of hers, and Jaune categorically refused not to smack him for that alone.
"If you are quite done, Mister Winchester, Mister Arc," Professor Goodwitch asked, receiving a quiet nod from both of them. One thing Jaune had learned early on was that if there was any one person to be respected, it was the vice-headmistress- the dangers of not doing so were simply too great to do otherwise.
At her signal, both of them rushed forwards, the time for words already passed. Ducking under a wide swing from the bigger boy, Jaune swung his sword, aiming for the underside of Cardin's right arm, receiving a knee strike whose force pushed him back and turned it into a glancing hit with his shield.
It was hard to tell with aura, but he knew he just got a good hit in, despite the immediate counter, and before Cardin had the time to adjust to his surprise at Jaune actually being able to hit him (as if that was strange), the blonde came at him again, sword raised, but it was a complete feint.
Timing his pass with Cardin's swing, the heavy mace hammering towards himself, Jaune forced himself to keep his eyes open instead of flinching away, jamming the upper edge of his shield under the weapon's head and pulling, his feet leaving the ground and impacting Cardin's chestplate with all his force, shaking him, but leaving him standing- Jaune clicked his tongue.
With a grin, Cardin simply smashed his weapon down, Jaune bouncing against the ground... but he kept a grip on his weapon, sword and shield still in his hands. "What, are you trying to hit me or were we just playing around? Want to call in your nanny?" He asked, forcing a smile on his face.
Reflexively, both of their eyes darted over to the big aura displays. Jaune had taken a hit, yes... but his aura was almost completely full, anyways, just a sliver missing, while Cardin was short a chunk. His gamble had paid off, after all; Cardin had taken more damage, relatively speaking, than himself.
Hurray for lots of aura.
"You're done for, twerp, you hear me?" Cardin growled, a vein showing prominently on his forehead. He really did always have a hard time keeping a cool head, didn't he?
Maybe a couple hits to it would help him. Fingering his sword's grip, Jaune already considered how to make it happen.
They weren't leaving until Professor Goodwitch had to call the match because Cardin didn't get he was beaten.
It's in my mouth, it's in my mouth, it's in my mouth! Ruby 'screamed' to her teammates, holding on the best she could.
You bit the beowolf, of course it's in your mouth! Blake shouted back, holding onto Ruby who in turn was on the Grimm's back. Why did you even do that?!
It was looking at me weirdly and disrespecting me! I had to assert my position as the superior canine!
That, Weiss countered in a most exasperated mental voice, is not even how Grimm work! And you aren't a real wolf, Ruby!
I can be whatever I want to be, Weiss, and you can't tell me not to! Now incensed, Ruby began tearing at her ride's neck, aura-enforced strength allowing her to rip and tear for a long minute until it was done. See? I can defeat my foes like a real woofles!
Uh, Ruby? The girl's sister pitched in. Not to rain on your parade, but there's an ursa major coming towards you right now.
Retreat?
Retreat/Retreat!/Retreat, now.
We will have our revenge! Ruby howled aloud as she shouted at them. The reveeenge of the fooorest criiitteeers!
Swing, block, stab at the vitals and drain as much aura as possible. Jaune's entire world was reduced to himself and Cardin, dealing with the guy's attacks and moving to strike himself.
He didn't have any big attacks that could deal lots of damage to Cardin's aura, so the only thing he could do was to slowly wear him down, but on the other hand, Cardin hadn't landed a single clean hit this whole fight, the anger and the idea that Jaune was too weak to be any real danger keeping him sloppy.
And sloppy was good. Sloppy meant he made mistakes Jaune could use.
"Go... down already!" Easily sidestepping the telegraphed swing of Cardin's mace, Jaune saw his opening when the weapon crushed into the ground, stepping onto its shaft and swinging his sword around to hold it in a reverse grip.
Jumping upwards, both of his hands were on his weapon as he stabbed it down with all his might, pushing into Cardin's aura as it was deflected from the boy's head, but the force of the strike was still enough to have his feet join his weapon inside the floor, stone crushed and pushed to the sides to make room for him.
"And that's a match," came from outside the ring, jerking Jaune out of his state of concentration, only now realizing he'd brought Cardin into the red just now. "A good fight, Mister Arc, Mister Winchester."
The teacher used her semblance, pushing Cardin back up and letting him reclaim his weapon. He stumbled for a moment, but just turned away wordlessly, contempt in his eyes, but knowing he'd lost that one fair and square.
Jaune did have something to say, though. "Oh, and Cardin?" He asked. "Next time you see a 'filthy faunus' keep it to yourself."
Cardin ground his teeth, but just kept walking after a moment of indecision.
Sienna Khan had done much since she took a leadership position over the White Fang, directing the fight for faunus rights towards more direct, and effective, methods to ensure the hatred perpetuated by humans would turn into something more acceptable.
The White Fang's previous leaders had been too soft in their approach, as she had made clear when they finally achieved success after they left and she started directing them instead.
Still, for all that she had to oversee their operations and serve as a figurehead to the faunus of all continents to rally behind, sometimes she wished she was back in those earlier, simpler days. The days when she could go out and do something herself rather than have others do so at her bidding.
Like right now. Right this moment.
The report she was reading came from one Ilia Amitola, concerning her ongoing investigation in regards to the newly created OnlyFauns 'movement', as it liked to call itself. The faunus agent had chosen to directly infiltrate them, having applied as an 'actress' for the degenerate faux-corporation.
Only, instead of taking what information she could and disappearing, the infiltrator had actually appeared in a human/faunus porno.
More than one, in fact, and for some reason, instead of reporting on what had happened afterwards, Sienna was reading the script to the second volume of 'The Fun House'. Apparently, 'Glameleon' had a thing for well-endowed women.
Sienna really, really wanted to hurt someone.
Ilia made sure her new flat, afforded by her wages as a porn actress, was in order. Laundry was done, pantry was stocked, the reports were sent.
Good, now she could just lean back and spend an hour or two memorizing the script she'd been given, then watch some mindless...
Wait a moment, why was this the report she'd sent to the White Fang?
... Oh, Ilia was in so much shit...
"So, uh, Ren? I thought we should probably talk." Most people would probably react badly when they were told this, but Ren just nodded.
"Sure, anytime."
Following Nora to their team dorms, knowing Pyrrha was busy running Jaune through his drills while she did some minor exercise herself to cool down, Ren briefly considered going ahead and making smoothies for when everyone returned, but he should probably focus on Nora first.
Waiting for her to start on what was weighing on her, Ren tilted his head when she didn't, being uncharacteristically quiet. "What's up, Nora?"
Clearing her throat, she nodded. "So. I was thinking. Hypothetically, if I were to potentially maybe have a thing for a guy. What would you think."
Ren blinked. Then he shrugged. "I would tell you to do your best and help you for anything you need, as always."
"So you're not-" Nora shook her head, sighing. "So you wouldn't be angry? In that completely hypothetical scenario I have no idea why I'm even..."
"Is this about you and Gabriel?"
Nora looked gobsmacked, looking at him, then at the door, then back at him again. "You knew?"
"You sometimes disappear at the same time as him and when you return, you're clam for ten minutes, so I just kind of assumed, given how he is..." Ren shrugged.
"And you're alright with it?" Nora asked as though it was even in question.
"Of course I am, it's not like we're actually together like that," Ren said. "It's your life, and you are the only person that gets to decide how to spend it. Even if I do have my reservations about how many other people Gabriel sleeps with."
"WHEEEW!" She made in response. "And here I thought all that sexual tension between us was going to erupt at some point, hahaha."
Ren had no idea what she was talking about.
"So, I guess I don't have to feel bad about having him rail my ass nonstop for hour-"
"Nora, please," Ren interrupted her. "I do not need to know what you get up to in the sheets. I believe the proper term is 'Too Much information'."
Nora zipped a hand over her mouth. As though she had a zipper for a mouth. "My lips are sealed! So, Ren, buddy, what are we doing now?"
"Now we are going to the kitchen and making lots of smoothies. Just for inundating me with things man was not meant to know, you get half, the rest is for everyone else."
"Ren, no!"
"Ren, yes." It felt good to be in a team, Ren felt. And to have a lot of people supporting them.
He was definitely writing to the other Nora again come evening. She really seemed to like being kept updated on what was going on at Beacon.
The forest belongs to the animals! "Rawwwr!"
Ruby, Weiss thought at her exasperatedly, you aren't actually an animal.
I totally am, Ruby snipped back. Don't you see how I ferociously brought down a fake animal much larger than myself?
You used your semblance to hit it from behind while Weiss used dust to freeze its legs in place, Blake drily retorted.
That totally counts! "AWOOOOOOOOOOH!"
Yang, having been on lookout duty until then, flapped her wings as she sat on a branch opposite from Weiss on the little clearing they had performed their perfectly planned ambush on the ursa major. Uh, sis, I don't want to alarm you, but why are you growing?
The forest is giving me power!
That doesn't even-
Come on, everyone, you can ride on my back for the way back to Beacon!
Blinking, Blake raised her head from where it was resting on her forepaws. Is it time already?
Yang looked at the other two. She really is just like a cat, isn't she?
Sighing, Sarah walked into the building, drawing her dual weapons and eyeing the receptionist, noting nobody else was in the lobby yet. "Come over here and hold still."
Unable to resist her compulsion, the woman did as she was told, earning herself a good stab to the shoulder to keep her in place as Sarah started eating.
Of course, 'security' came in soon after,which was a bunch of goons with aura in this case. "Now see here, Missy, I dunno what you-"
Their leader was shut up with a corpse thrown in his face. "Shut up and die."
It was always amazing how many people actually dropped dead when she did this, around half the gathered idiots just falling over like puppets with their strings cut. Raising her weapons, Sarah shifted her rapier into whip mode, activating her semblance to let it phase through aura as she swung.
It was almost disappointing how easily they died, throats and skulls open in her first strike. Not feeling like taking it too easy anyways, she raised Flower, the pistolknife to her rapierwhip named Vine, letting loose bullet after bullet with pinpoint precision until one of them actually got to attacking her.
Shifting her main weapon back to standard mode, Sarah parried the flimsy strike, ramming the hard tip of her sword through the man's chest so as to puncture the lungs and nick the spine, but not kill him immediately- he would keep for a couple of minutes, long enough for her to eat him.
Eyeing the rest of the unfortunates she was massacring, she shrugged, shifting Flower to its dedicated dagger configuration. "For the record, and because your boss is looking in on us, this is really all his fault. You try to fuck around in my backyard, you get to find out you were growing in the vegetable patch all along."
And really, what did they expect, trying to pull a financial scam on people that she wasn't part of? She gave them two warnings, now they were being struck out.
"Nobody leaves this building alive until I'm done, there is no escape for anyone involved. So if you want to see another day?" Sarah licked the blood from her rapier. "Try and fight, at least. Pussies."
Suffice to say, she proceeded to surgically disable and humiliate the gathered thugs, sticking her knife into joints and completely ravaging limbs left and right, contemptuously striking down any that tried to flee and feeding on the ones she picked out as promising in terms of usage after their deaths.
She would have to bring the girls for one of these some other day... she just needed to make sure she was well-fed and ready to receive new powers whenever her lazy big bro got off his sleepy butt and ate enough people.
Really, what would her Big Gabey do without her? Ah, but she had to keep going, there were still a couple 'executives' to execute.
Managing your undead, keeping various people entertained (such as Amber, who can now mildly tilt her head without too much pain and team RWBY, who have begun proactively exploring the surroundings of Vale on little outings using their animal forms), making sure nothing is going too wrong on a large scale by requesting regular reports from Sarah... you just get busier and busier instead of actually sleeping lately.
Not that you really mind, truthfully speaking. You aren't really doing anything else unless something big comes up you have to immediately focus on, after all.
Still, waking up and finding Sarah, Nora and Okita busy with a little blood party, everyone naked and covered in red as Okita and Nora perform party tricks with the stuff is somewhat of a surprise.
"Oh, don't mind us, I just had a little blood left over from a thing I did earlier," Sarah explains at you raised eyebrow, pouring a bottle of blood over your head.
"Well, why didn't you wake me up earlier then?" Grabbing the blood around you with hemokinesis, you get started on forming it into roughly feminine humanoid figures dancing for your amusement. "How much time do we have before the kids come by?"
Surprisingly as it may come to some, you do not just have sex with younger girls you have charmed into being parts of your life- on the contrary, you actually do make an effort to be parts of their lives in turn.
Sometimes, that means doing things for them, giving them money, knowledge, power, defeating (and hopefully eating) their enemies. Sometimes, that means helping them grow beyond their limitations, or manipulating them into being someone compatible with your lifestyle one way or another.
And sometimes, that just means being someone on whose lap they can sit to talk about how they're doing.
"And I totally won against the biggest ursa ever, but then the others wanted to leave, so we did, and when we got back to the dorms, Weiss was super fussy about my hair, even though it wasn't fur anymore, and then Blake had to be showered using her new shampoo, and it was super fun!"
"That's great, Ruby!" You say, stroking her head a little as she relaxes her back against your chest. And yes, her butt is very enjoyable even if you arent doing anything with it as of yet. "Any news on how the whole team leader thing is going?"
"Oh, yeah, that." Kicking her legs out a bit, Ruby shrugs. "It's honestly pretty alright, I think? Like, Yang is really helping a lot more than I thought she would, and Weiss is really smart and helps everyone study and I think Blake is warming up to everyone a bit."
"That's good to hear. Wouldn't want to hang around with people that don't get along, right?" You ask.
"Yeah! Though I think Weiss is letting her family hang over her a bit too much sometimes, and Blake is a bit busy with her whole porn career sometimes."
Wrapping your arms around the midsection of the cute girl currently sitting on your lap, you give her a little hug. "Does that bother you? Should I look into having Blake take it a bit easier?"
"Nah, it's alright. I think she actually really enjoys that whole thing." Holding out the side of her head, Ruby obviously asks for a kiss... which you give her, right on the cheek, the red-themed girl giggling a bit. "You know, Gabriel, I just wanted to say... Thank you."
"Whatever for?"
"Just... For being there. For being a huntsman and doing lots of crazy stuff and helping everyone out and stuff. Just for being you."
Aww, she does care. "Anytime, Ruby," you answer, giving her another peck. "Anything else you'd like to do?"
"Mhmm..." Rubbing her butt against your crotch, Ruby blushes just a little. "We could try... doing it? Just like this?"
Chuckling, you nip on her ear, eliciting a surprised little eep from your little lover. "I don't know, what do you mean exactly?"
Crossing her arms and pouting away from you, Ruby huffs. "You know exactly what I mean." But when you don't make any move whatsoever, she soon relents. "Come on... You could... fuck me, just like this?"
Glancing backwards, Ruby can just barely make out the leering smile spreading on your face. Well, as you said, sometimes you just need to be there and listen... and sometimes, you just gotta give a girl what she wants.
Ruby's panties survive less than a full second, and the little reaper is still just as tight as every time you buck into her, receiving all the kisses and cuddling you can give her.
"Hey Ruby," you say once she's all wet and taking you up to her womb, "want to play IronCock while we do this?"
"Yeeesss..." And lo and behold, it turns out you can actually turn this into concentration training. Man, you're a surprisingly great teacher!
It probably shouldn't surprise you, but it turns out Weiss actually used to do a lot of ballet when she was a kid, though she was always more interested in singing as far as art was concerned. Still, as a rich girl, she apparently had to be good at it, and she did pick up some of the training routines to help her keep limber and flexible, an important part of her fighting style, as it turned out in the end.
What this means is that she still dances a bit every now and then, and she has the appropriate outfit, that being a tightly-fitting blue leotard and white thigh highs, as well as long white fingerless gloves.
And of course, she invited you to come watch her exercise, embarrassed but insistent that you should be there to catch her in case she falls after missing practice for a couple months now.
Both of you know that's a filthy lie and that Weiss is doing this for another reason entirely, but neither of you say it out loud.
So, there you are, watching Weiss push her hair back and tying it into a tight knot with the ease of long practice, covered in the perhaps lewdest outfit you have seen her in yet as she begins stretching, 'incidentally' showcasing her butt for you, and pulling one leg up to let you see exactly how little her leotard conceals.
"Are you sure it isn't too small?" Weiss faux-innocently asks. "I can't help but feel my butt may have gotten fat."
"Not at all," you disagree, stopping yourself from grabbing onto those cheeks that usually look quite small and slim, but are really accentuated by her clearly too small outfit. "I think it suits you, actually. Not something to wear every day, but it does look nice."
"I'm glad." Putting both feet onto the ground, Weiss lets them slide apart, easily and steadily sinking to the ground as her legs spread in a perfect split. "Hey Gabriel, do you think you could do this, too?" She asks over her shoulder, a lewd little smile on her face.
Within a fraction of a second, your mind considers several possible responses, from doing what Weiss obviously wants and railing her sweet little ass from behind to giving her the massage of her life and driving her to be a puddle of pleasure in a different way than usual.
In the end, though, you decide for a different approach, based on information you have gained recently.
Smiling, you nod at Weiss, stretching your limbs a bit and opening your shirt, pulling it off. "I'll be just a moment."
Nodding, Weiss looks back towards her front, completely missing the way you change more than just your clothes; taking your time with that, you note with satisfaction how your womanly bits are growing in.
Time for a little fun~!
Strutting your stuff as you saunter around Weiss, you feel her disbelieving eyes on you as you turn to face her. "G-Gabriel? What..."
Smiling down at her, you copy her earlier motion. "Whatever may be the issue, Weiss?" You ask as you bend her own body to mirror hers.
"Bwu- Boobs," your little lover says, staring at your full, round tits as they hang in the air due to your posture.
"Yes, I do have those," you give her a mischievous little grin. "Do you like them?"
"I- Gabriel, why are you a woman?" Weiss asks, trying and failing to keep her eyes on your face.
"Weiss," you say, letting just a bit of your amusement shine through, "my semblance is to literally do anything I want. More importantly, do you want to touch them?"
Staring at your naked body for a moment longer, Weiss nods, wordlessly.
"Good," you purr. "I heard from Okita you may or may not have a thing for girls, too, so I wanted to try this. What do you think?"
The white-haired heiress swallows. "I may need an adult?"
"Sweetie, I am all the adult you need," you growl into her ear without getting up, snaking your body across the ground in a way that has her almost audibly horny.
Getting up hurriedly, Weiss blinks her eyes a few times, taking a deep breath even as you take your time to follow her motions. "Gabriel, this is all just really sudden and-"
"Ara ara," you make, taking one step after another at the frozen girl. "Is my little sweetie scared? Don't worry..."
Looking deep into her eyes, you let a single hand wander over her curves, culminating in fondling her ass while it peels back the tight leotard, revealing a thin sheen of wetness on its inside. "I won't take it slow."
With that, you're on your knees, lifting one of Weiss' legs over your shoulder and giving a kiss on the exact spot you know her clit to be.
Weiss gasps. And it isn't the last time today she does. In fact, you don't let her leave your grasp for hours, only letting her cute little pussy leave you for her to return the favor.
Turns out giving Weiss a bit of coaching on how girls can all play with each other really helps her, in the end. You can attest to a marked improvement in her skills as a cunning linguist yourself, and she has a lot of fun, too.
Good work all around, you'd say. And that leotard goes into the 'special' part of her wardrobe, for special occasions.
Glynda Goodwitch is many things. The vice-headmistress of Beacon Academy. A teacher, with principles and ironclad discipline. A woman too stubborn to ever consider a serious relationship with anyone else, 'married to her job' as some may say.
She is also perfectly aware of when she's 'off the clock' so to speak, which is anytime she isn't on campus, which is how and why she invited you for another go at the one bar she frequents and invited you to last time.
Arriving in practically no time thanks to teleportation (seriously, screw traffic, this shit is just great and everyone should use it instead), you come right inside, finding Glynda on the same bar stool she was sitting on when were here last.
The place is a little more populated this time around, it being actually not so deep into the night it is most of Vale's upstanding populace is asleep o'clock, but it's not too full, either, despite it being saturday. Joining Glynda, the serious woman already holding a drink, you raise a hand for the bartender, receiving the same stuff as last time you were here yourself.
"Hey, handsome, fancy seeing you here," she greets you, putting on her miniscule little smile you need your enhanced senses to see.
"Hey yourself," you answer. "I would ask what you're doing here, but that's a little obvious." Clinking your glasses together, you take a sip, pondering that you don't really like alcohol at all. "How's work?"
"Oh, same old, same old," Glynda waves you off. "Keeping up with the students, making sure they don't murder each other in the hallways, repairing everything that gets broken on a day-to-day basis..."
"Wait, what if they try it somewhere else than the hallways?" You ask, an amused eyebrow raised just a bit.
"What happens in the dorms, stays in the dorms, and the classroms are the responsibility of their respective professors," the teacher says, swirling her drink in its glass.
"On superpowered kids," you toast at her, unable to keep it to yourself. "May they forever be someone else's problem."
"I'll drink to that."
The day proceeds from there, with Glynda letting off some steam about her students and merrily drinking along, yourself politely listening and cracking jokes where appropriate.
The very picture of a drunk and that one friend that stays around to make sure they don't hurt themselves, in other words.
"And I realize that they're only kids once, that they should treasure these years and enjoy themselves... but do they have to keep on destroying the campus every time there's a quarrel between them? It happens easier than you'd think, and Ozpin completely refuses to let me give everyone detention for the rest of their lives!"
The bartender gives you a few worried looks every now and then, but you wave him off with a reassuring nod every time. You got this.
"And don't get me started on the entrance requirements that exist for a reason, but get ignored whenever Ozpin sees fit! Literally, as long as an applicant can use crayons to write up the paperwork, he'll admit them! It's ridiculous."
It is somewhat amusing she just keeps on ranting about things she would never say out loud in her persona as the strict disciplinarian, so if anything, you just egg her on a bit here and there.
"And I... And I..." Breathing out, Glynda closes her eyes for a moment. "How many did I have?"
"Twelve glasses of whatever this is," you happily say, gesturing for the pink abomination of a drink in her glass.
She just hides her face behind her hands. "Oh good grief, I'm becoming another Qrow..."
"There, there," you say, patting her back, "it can't be that bad."
"You haven't worked with him for years."
Yeah, lots of fun is had. Also, if anything, you agree, Qrow seems like a horrible person to work with. He isn't getting into your bullhead again anytime soon.
All good things have to come to an end, however, and so you soon have Glynda get into the car she took to get to your current location in the first place.
"I'm not that drunk, Gabriel, I can get home on my own," she protests once you get into the driver's seat, taking a quick look around; luckily enough, Remnant cars are actually fairly close to normal earth cars, and Glynda's property is no different on this account.
"Your inability to drive says otherwise, and just because you have aura doesn't mean everyone else has," you scold her, turning the dust-driven vehicle (blargh) on. "And don't worry, I still remember where it is from the last time I brought you home."
Smiling, Glynda nods. "That was a good fuck. Go on, drive already, I'm not going to use my semblance out of the blue... unless you make me."
Doing as she says, you hum to yourself. "You know, you mentioned never having enough time for anything, but what if I told you my power infusion process also let you go with much less sleep than normal?"
"I would kiss you, but that would be irresponsible. So let's wait until we're there."
Well, so much for that.
Extracting yourself from Glynda's clutches is... difficult, but you do manage after just a hot and heavy makeout session or two, the tipsy teacher too sleepy to try and use her semblance to rip your pants off.
Unsurprisingly, Glynda can be quite decisive when she decides she wants something.
Either way, here you are, opting to return home on foot, not really in any hurry and also willing to just try and see what Vale has in store for you, cutting through the shopping district you have become intimately familiar with by this point.
You aren't exactly unknown to the people around, either, some of them recognizing you from your usual visits, and so you just take your time to relax, buy some sweets from a couple of bakeries you liked and generally having a good time.
Honestly, this is a vacation-only kind of thing you wouldn't ever do in a dimension you had anything to actively work on, but while that 'Salem' of Ozpin's is kind of a threat, she's a more abstract thing, one you don't really have to concern yourself with; you're doing the robot army thing, you're already doing more than your part on the secret conspiracy bingo card.
If anything comes up, you can just deal with it then, but you haven't even had to pull out your real trump cards yet, so you're fairly optimistic there won't be any trouble you can't bullshit your way out of.
And oh, what's this? While you were just aimlessly wandering around, your legs managed to carry you towards the sight of an acquaintance of yours.
None other than Coco, the amusingly shy team leader, working her way through an entire clothing shop's inventory with a happy smile on her face.
Quickly munching through the rest of the waffle of ice cream you were working on, you make sure you didn't get any on your fingers (you didn't) before entering.
Coming up behind the happily humming girl, you bemusedly clear your throat, causing Coco to turn around in surprise. "Hey there, Coco, fancy meeting you here."
"Oh, Gabriel," she says, repressing her usual antics. "I was just looking through some accessories for Velvet, you know how she can't stand to go shopping for this stuff herself, and-" Clearing her throat, Coco hides the scarf she was looking at behind her back. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, you know," you say, initiating a transformation she should be familiar with already, if she didn't somehow forgot everything that happened that day, "I was thinking about updating my own wardrobe one of these days. You wouldn't mind helping a girl out, would you?"
Shaking out your now completely black hair, you smile at her, the girl wearing sunglasses even indoors swallowing heavily as you bestow upon her a full smile. She's really got it bad, doesn't she?
"You know I have the biggest girlboner right now, don't you?" She asks, glancing around with a small movement of her head.
"I had a feeling," you drily remark. "After last time and everything. So, you wouldn't mind helping me pick out something to wear in this form?"
"I would gun down anyone trying to keep me from it," she confesses. "I even have a lot of money left for once, because Kristallia makes all my dust now, so I can-"
"Oh, don't feel concerned about that," you wave her off, leaning forwards and feeling her eyes involuntarily dart towards where your shirt is very much failing to contain your bust. Having tits is pretty funny in how people keep staring at them, for a change. "I'll be footing the bill on this one. I'll even pay for everything else you're buying today, so feel free to go nuts."
"But-"
"No butts, except yours and maybe mine, if you play your cards right," you chide her. "Now I will be going to the changing rooms, and I want you to bring me everything you would like me to put on. And if you do a good job... You may just get to join me inside~!"
Coco swallows heavily, again. "Y-Yes, ma'am!"
"Good girl."
Honestly, you aren't really into clothing all that much, but as you let Coco choose clothes after clothes for you to put on, but as you go through blouses and vests and dresses, she does seem to become more and more animated with each outfit, going so far as to choose color-coordinated hairbands for you to use.
Note to self, all that practice with doing Sarah's hair is coming in handy again, after all.
Every time you stroll out of your changing room and show off a little, Coco blushes, but she also nods rapidly and mutters to herself throughout, seemingly entirely invested into determining the very best clothes to go with your female form. Darting around and picking up things here and there almost as though she had your flash step thingy.
Of course, this cannot be allowed to continue. You aren't doing this just to be her dress-up doll, after all. Hence, the next time Coco brings you an armful of clothes, you don't put them on, instead just stripping and leaving it at that.
"Coco?" You ask, voice buttery smooth. "Could you come look at this?"
"What is it, Gabrielle?" She asks, having decided on an alternative name for you. You just disable the door lock with a quick flick on the holoscreen next to it and stretch out an arm, pulling Coco inside with you. "Wha-"
The sight of your naked body has her words choke in her throat appropriately. "You see, Coco, I was thinking," you drawl, "that maybe knowing a bit more about what you are working with could help you pick out the very best clothes for me?"
"Bwuh," she eloquently replies before patting her cheeks hard enough to need her aura to keep from hurting herself. "I mean, I would be delighted to?"
She's trying to be all suave, but you can tell she's forcing it. It's... actually kind of cute.
"Here, wouldn't you like to touch these?" You ask, gently grabbing one of her wrists and pulling her hand to meet your breast. "I've seen you look at them a lot, you know?"
Coco looks to be boiling by now, her face red and her cheeks just adorably puff beneath the cool exterior she tries to hide behind. "Of course I would!" She says out loud, to the point you're a little worried people might hear. "Look at them! They're awesome! Who wouldn't be all over these?!"
Now groping both your breasts, her hands sinking into them as she feels your nipples, Coco still doesn't seem to be done quite yet.
"And that waist! Those hips! You're just way too perfect!" Now groping you all over your body, she kneels down, kneading your thighs a little. "Everything is!"
A bit confused by her outbreak, you just pat her head. "That bad, huh?"
Her head tilting downwards, she nods, taking her sunglasses off. "It is. I just... I'm usually fine, but I'm only like this when I see a beautiful woman, okay? I can't help it."
"That's okay, Coco," you tell her, mussing up her hair. "I don't mind you going spaghetti every time you see me. If anything, I think it's cute!"
"..." Wordlessly, Coco turns her eyes back towards what's before her, realizing she's literally breathing on your pussy... and gives your clit a kiss.
"Ara ara~!"
You may just have to make a habit of occupying changing rooms more often, at this rate.
With Coco extremely embarrassed (but still demanding to suckle on your breasts like a spoiled child), you leave her to recover her dignity for a bit, as well as taking literal mountains of clothes she insisted looked way too good on you not to keep them.
You had them sent to the mansion, of course. Screw organizing for a couple thousand lien worth of clothes to be brought there yourself.
With that done, and your immaculate sense of time telling you it is night already, you head out of the shopping district, to go and cuddle Sarah for a bit... but before you can get far, that is, out of sight for long enough to just teleport, you feel your scroll vibrating.
Checking up on it, you sigh when Roman sends you a completely inconspicuous message concerning the 'cookies' he baked. Seriously? Couldn't he come up with anything better?
Nevertheless, you go on ahead and change targets, after all, Sarah quite disappointed she isn't being fed cookies while riding your lap, after all, but understanding of your little hobby as a secret agent against the destruction of Remnant, anyways.
She really is the best little sister ever. You tell her as much. Repeatedly.
Over at the warehouse you know Roman to sit in and probably play games on his scroll all day, you find the man of the hour, already awaiting you in the main floor where he has his little planning map set up and everything. Literally rising from the shadows, you ignore the tightening of his eyes at you revealing this capability, instead looking at him expectantly.
"Well? Out with it."
"Cheh, and here I wanted to make this a big reveal," Roman complains, twisting his cane through the air. "Alright, so I'll keep in short, it looks like Cinder is growing short on patience; she's demanding I speed things up a little, you see. And, more annoyingly, giving me the people I need to do it."
Consideringly looking through the walls at what you know to be several mooks hanging around other parts of the warehouse, you raise an eyebrow. "Junior's men not doing it anymore?"
"Quite," the ginger replies. "Apparently, I am to work with the local chapter of the White Fang and have the animals do the brunt of the work now, just as soon as I've disposed of the ones I hired on for this gig. Still stealing all the dust we can, but," and here Roman leans forwards on his walking stick, "things are progressing. Prototypes of Atlesian paladins being shipped to us in unidentified crates kinds of progress."
"Well now, isn't that interesting," you say. "See, it's already paying off not to just murder you in your sleep."
Roman was easy to talk into allowing himself to be affected by your power enhancement, the relationship between you two clear enough insofar that if you wanted to harm him, you could just do it with no need to fuck around the topic otherwise.
Though he did immediately start making jokes about how you're feeding him your 'thick, fat power' and 'making him take your blood'. The man just can't seem to hold it in, it seems.
You also did ask, and yes, he is gay. very gay, in fact. It would seem that, with Ethan's absence, the multiverse saw fit to ensure you have that one gay friend again; you do idly wonder if this might be another of those universal constants, though it's probably just chance.
Either way, you've kind of given up hope on trying to figure out why people usually want to have sex with you, too, so you aren't about to get really deep into the whole 'Roman is gay' thing, either. Not that you particularly care one way or another, nor is he making a big deal about it.
Something you do make a big deal of is having him detail to you everything he can about the White Fang's operations now that Adam is dead and the group has been in hiding for a good while. Apparently, they're operating in distributed cells now, slowly approaching prospective new members all over Vale.
And now you, too, know about where their current leadership resides, as much as it can be called that- just a lieutenant that used to be all up in Adam's ass, according to Roman. With a chainsaw as a weapon, for some reason.
Which is, like, retarded. Chainsaws are useful tools, but horrible as actual weapons.
Anyways, Roman keeps on taking it like a good boy (because you refuse not to shoot back the same shit), and soon enough he has his thrall status going.
You will never understand why people just... let you do this to them. All over the place. Why don't they refuse on principle because they're suspicious or something? The only person you ever offered it to that you didn't get to agree in short order was... Brian, that one brother of Aisha's, and you didn't really try back then, either.
Anyways, was it really any surprise you went and fucked with Roman a bit?
"My, what a nice new look," she says, flipping her hat through the air before putting it on again.
"Should I call you Woman in this form?" You ask, jokingly raising an eyebrow.
"Not if you want to keep your dick," she snips. "Anyways, where were we?"
Just in that moment, Neo comes inside, freezing at the sight of you standing there with a female Roman.
She tilts her head.
"No, we aren't fucking," you say exasperatedly. "And yes, if you're good, daddy will take out for ice cream."
Neo shrugs and goes to poke at Roman's tits.
"Hey, stop that! This is just a fancy disguise, okay?"
Yep, all is right with the world.
Neo, being the usual ice cream goblin, has her sweets fairy close at hand at all times, demanding more ice cream as, apparently, one isn't enough.
Your response is to make a second sweets fairy, which has her pouting for some reason. Then again, if she wanted you to know exactly what she means, she could just use a damn scroll and type it in, so who even cares?
Anyways... "Hey Neo, want to have a power upgrade, too?" You ask, nodding towards Roman, who has changed back to male by this point.
Neo shrugs, giving you a nod and thrusting her hips.
"I can't promise you'll get a male form, but I'll see what I can do," you promise her, using the still open wound to push blood out again.
Neo seems to be having fun playing around with her new powers, mostly just suddenly moving around every couple of minutes and otherwise randomly triggering her fear aura to mess with the mooks scattered throughout the warehouse. Roman, for his part, is just sitting back and fiddling with his cane, watching over her.
You, unfortunately, are about to be a tad busier, mostly on account of several messages coming in right now.
The message you find Ozpin sending you is... interesting. Interesting and also indicative of him forgetting to send you the memo with his secret speak so you actually get what he means.
'Cowardly lion sus confirm and rep'
You sigh. "You know, Roman, I kind of wish everyone just wrote a message about cookies if they want something instead of this spy code crap. Guess I'll go pay the guy a visit in person, after all."
"Wait, what cookies?" Roman asks. "I don't remember anything like that."
"Get your scroll, you wrote me a coded message about 'freshly baked cookies' when you asked me to come here last time," you say, an eyebrow raised.
"I didn't- wait, the original message was never sent? Freshly baked- Neo!"
A certain prankster just turns towards the both of you and shatters into thousands of colorful pieces that soon fade into thin air, her blood signature strolling off leisurely.
"Ugh, what I meant to write you was an invitation to a 'coffee date' at the 'usual place'. You know, like I sometimes used to write people before this whole shitshow started," Roman explains. "Except someone went and replaced the message I meant to send you."
You just take a moment to think about this. "Sometimes, you know... sometimes I just wonder why I even bother."
"You and me both, mate. Kids, amiright?"
Well, if there's one thing you can tell Ozpin, it is that people think he's being childish. Silver linings, and all that.
Luckily enough, Ozpin is in his office at the moment, so you just politely ask Sarah to teleport you over, your exhausted 'voice' enough to have her ask if she should just go and talk to the man, but as you apparently are supposed to do something for him, you decline, just asking her to have something to eat ready for when you return.
Ozpin, on the other hand, does seem amused when you show up and wave your scroll with his message on it around. "Okay, so I got exactly nothing from this message. What did you want, and say it clearly."
"I merely assumed you would appreciate a certain level of discretion," Ozpin says, taking a sip from his omnipresent cup of hot chocolate. "But very well, if you prefer it this way, I want you to go to Mistral and investigate Leonardo Lionheart, the headmaster of Haven Academy and one of the confidants of our little group. There have been... concerns, as to his loyalty lately, and Qrow's efforts to find out more were interrupted, as you could tell when I sent you to extract him."
"Yeah, I got the impression the small district of collapsed buildings wasn't part of the plan," you agree. "How's Hazel doing, actually?"
"OOOOOOOOOOOZZZZPIIIIIIIIINNN!!!" The roar, for it can't be described in any other way, reverberates through the walls.
"I still need ear protection when I try to talk to him."
"I see." And, really, what more can be said? He really does seem to have a problem with Ozpin. "Anyways, any specifics? What I should do, what I should avoid, that kind of thing?"
"Avoid being detected, at all, but especially by Leonardo, and whatever you do, don't fight him," Ozpin says. "The plan is to feed him false information so as to manipulate our enemy through him, so keeping him clueless he is being investigated is of utmost importance."
"Isn't it already too late for that, what with the Qrow debacle?" You ask.
"Perhaps. If that is the case, I certainly do hope you will find out, as we do not know how much Salem's minions would have told Leonardo, if he has indeed betrayed us." Another sip, another thought for depriving him of his hot chocolate somehow. "Unless, of course, you find that covert operations are not your strength, in which case I will not insist you go. You were simply the most likely candidate with the opposition already on the lookout for Qrow."
Well, so much for that. Now you can't not go, just to make the point.
At the very end of things, you are what you would call a man of many talents, from some quick talking to a few minor little tricks involving the supernatural, almost always giving you a way to solve an problem as long as you really put your mind to it. But before you are that, you are also perfectly aware of your own strengths and weaknesses- and of those around yourself.
Which means that when you're at threat of actually having to think deeply on anything during your vacation, you immediately jump to the best way to circumvent the issue: Making someone else do the thinking for you.
And who better to be your extended brain stem than your lovely Sarah?
Hence, when you step out of an alleyway in Mistral, having teleported onto a roof Sarah could triangulate the position of with some mapwork and math before jumping down, you do it in the absolutely best of company.
"Okay, Gabe, where do we go first?" Sarah asks, the both of you mingling with the crowd posthaste.
"I thought you would know," you respond, shrugging. "I have absolutely no clue what Ozpin wanted us to do beyond 'investigate'."
"Figures," she groans. "Okay, so since we're talking about a headmaster, the most obvious solution would be to snoop around the academy itself and see what turns up."
"Mhm," you make, tone noncommittal. "Any other ideas?"
"Find out where he lives and start there? Maybe talk to a couple of people he works with, get them to lay out anything unusual?" Sarah says. "I can't conjure up solutions from nowhere either, you know?"
"Could've fooled me," you tease, a finger gently booping her nose. "Just with how good at everything you usually are."
Sarah looks away, blushing. "Geez, cut it out."
"No way, I have to make sure everyone in the world knows you're the best."
The discussion devolves into a war of bumping into one another at this point, Sarah too embarrassed to continue this with words.
Not that you mind. You'd take her on anytime.
Haven Academy is... well, fairly far up on the vertical setup the city of Mistral has going, but beyond that, you can't really describe it as anything particularly noteworthy, as far as the generally asian culture and architecture all around goes.
Just a fairly expansive set of buildings with a central tower and stuff making up the campus. It's even right in the city- at least Beacon is outside the rest of Vale with a bunch of dedicated infrastructure to keep it connected.
A quick scouting run, involving the use of your raven form to blend in with the surrounding fauna, reveals little activity, not unexpected given it's the middle of the night, but thanks to your extensively improved senses and the whole bloodsight thing, you can soon make out the dormitories, thanks to the groups of four people clustered relatively close together, as well as what places aren't inhabited, at the moment, anyways.
Going by the smells and what you see through various windows, it would seem you have found the exact location of the combined kitchen and dining hall, several buildings full of classrooms and the more practical teaching areas, such as, a dojo, you think it was called, and a couple of specialized workshops.
About what you'd expect from an academy like this.
The tower, of course, is the big score, presumably also mirroring Beacon and containing offices for any administrative tasks that need doing, as well as honestly quite a lot of ostentatious decoration left and right.
You didn't go in quite yet, of course, but you do see a single blood signature inside... Most likely Lionheart himself.
Anyways, returning to Sarah, you find her fiddling with her scroll, looking up as soon as you fly in, landing on her outstretched arm. "There you are, Gabe. I've pulled up a map of Haven, so all we need to do is- what?"
You just quietly make bird sounds. Maps are for people that can't fly.
Okay, Sarah. As we will now begin the infiltration itself, I feel we should establish the relevant codenames for the mission.
Gabe? Are you okay? Are you sick? You know nobody can listen in on this unless we let them.
Ignoring Sarah, you proceed with what you were saying. I shall be Birdwatch, supplying Agent Foxtail, that is you, with vital intel as it becoems relevant.
If there's one thing Sarah always wanted to be growing up, it was a spy. The people that always knew things and whose whole job it was to snoop for information.
... Gabe.
Are you ready, Agent Foxtail?
I have no idea whether to smack you or pat your little bird head.
Love you too, sis.
With that, you're taking off, beginning to project a complete and current map of the entire campus.
Sarah, deciding to shoulder the actual work in this mission, gets going, quietly using her semblacne to phase right through the outer wall (mostly just for show, really) and orienting herself by your vigilant observation of everything around her.
That said, Haven isn't exactly secured with security systems, so she mostly just makes her way between the various facilities, the odd awake person looking out their windows easily found thanks to you and sneaked past without issues, using sightlines, cover and in one case a small bush to her advantage.
You're still in constant contact, talking and discussing except when Sarah needs to concentrate, and so she soon comes near the tower, the actually important part of this infiltration.
One moment, there's actual security here, she sends at you, carefully poking the wall next to the closed entrance doors.
Can you phase through or do we need to get a little more creative? You ask back.
... Should be alright. It's just the basic stuff, dust-driven alarm system in case anyone breaks any doors or windows, she explains. Just need to find a good place to get through, but with how semblances are, it's not like they could create a security system that works against everything in the first place.
Engaing her own semblance, Sarah moves right through the wall, appearing in a side room, if you're guessing correctly.
Movement detectors inside, but I can get through them, may just need a lot of aura, she thinks, sending you an image of her field of view with the sensors highlighted. Wouldn't be this easy to keep unmoving if I was still alive, though. Once I'm through these, where do I go next?
If this whole place is anything like Beacon, you tell Sarah, it'll have an undergound area accessible through an elevator of some kind. Take a look around?
Gotcha, just gimme a sec, your wonderful sister replies wonderfully. There's a big entrance hall with a set of staircases leading up to the elevator, but it's pretty wide, so... Wait, what?
What is it, Sarah? You ask, receiving an imagine as an answer instead of words.
Guess what's hiding the secret entrance, she mockingly thinks. The big fat statue literally holding up the elevator platform.
Huh. That was easier than you expected, honestly. Think you can get through?
Through, yes. My semblance makes this easy. Only issue is that this thing goes pretty deep down, and I'm not sure about you, but I actually hurt myself with enough of a fall. Elevator platform, remember? Pretty sure it does go pretty deep down there.
True enough, you can't quite tell how deep the secret part of Beacon is, but you do have the impression the elevator needs a bit to get there. Okay, thoughts, options?
I honestly don't know, and once I go down there, getting back up might be pretty hard, Sarah thinks. Leave this for now, gather more info elsewhere?
You think through everything you know, considering the abilities you know Sarah has (by virtue of her telling you, of course). If you weren't a bird right now, you would be tempted to facepalm.
Sarah, you can transform into a bat. Just fly.
... Your sister, it would seem, refuses to answer for a long moment. Good. This was a test for you, Gabe. You passed.
Yeah, right, whatever, you mentally shrug. Just get down there and tell me what you see.
Technically, I'd be a bat, so wouldn't I-
Bats aren't blind, they just have bad eyes in the light, you interrupt her. They can actually see just fine in what would be complete darkness for humans. Not that it matters to us, given we see just fine no matter how dark it is in the first place.
Wow, you scrolling that out there? Sarah sarcastically asks.
Nah, I'm still a bird. I just research any animal I can transform into, by which I mean spending five minutes on the internet. Random animal facts are always good to have. Just moreso in your case. Cases, nowadays. Now get down there and tell me-
The mental image interrupts you. There's a gate of some sort with the glowy fruit tree, but I can't phase through, Sarah explains. I can't find any mechanism to open it, either, and I don't think anyone's been here in a long while. No dust, but the grass is completely undisturbed even near the path.
With nothing more to be gained, Sarah flies back up, using her semblance and discovering she can actually consume less aura to phase around by being in a smaller body, which is neat.
And makes sense, not that semblances need to make all that much sense to begin with.
Back up in the actual tower, she gets right to screwing over how this would normally go, with the sneaky infiltrator covertly using the elevator and finding stairs to proceed from one level to the next, by simply flying straight upwards, not stopping for any of the lower floors.
Important stuff is almost guaranteed to be in the upper levels, that's just how people think, she argues, passing right by several offices.
But what if that's what people foresaw and consequently hid the one thing we need in the middle of the tower instead? You insist, pouting about her just cutting this short.
Then I can always take a detour on the way back, now how far until I'm near the headmaster?
The probable headmaster, and almost there, three more floors, you think at her.
In that case let's concentrate on not fucking this up and helping me not be discovered, okay? I'll need to rest to recover aura for a bit, so I'll need a safe place a floor under him.
For all that your sister needs a decent while (not quite half an hour, but certainly more than fifteen minutes) to top up her aura reserves, she does actually start taking this seriously once she (slowly and carefully) begins exploring the headmaster's floor, actively making use of what echolocation she can while staying as quiet as possible and cooperating with you to keep a constant eye on Lionheart's location as she moves about.
For one, she gets a good look at one of several little closets containing janitorial supplies, what you're pretty sure is a bathroom next to the man's office and, more interestingly, a small break room nearby.
It doesn't seem to be used much, but Lionheart has to come by every now and then when he doesn't just want to stretch and drink some tea right inside his office, as Sarah confirms the somewhat comfortable looking sofa (by the images she sends you) has been used a lot over the years... and, more importantly, she picks out a tan hair lying hidden inside the upholstery's cracks.
Hey Gabe, you had that whole thing about making people's days worse somehow, didn't you? Sarah crudely describes one of the kinds of magic you have access to. Think this would work?
It would work perfectly even, you agree. All I'd need would be a picture of him and his current location together with the hair, and I could curse him from anywhere... in the same dimension, I think. Good work, Sarah!
Hehe, Agent Foxtail strikes again, she thinks as she pockets the thing.
Of course, finding a hair for you to use isn't the only thing Sarah is going to all this trouble for; what you want is to get some definitive proof he's a traitor so you can call it a night already.
Because, like, what the hell could you find that would prove he isn't a traitor? Much easier to just condemn him and all. This kind of thing is the reason behind why you don't trust anyone you can't be exceedingly sure won't betray you by virtue of extended amounts of thralling and the implied subtle brainwashing or, better yet, having them be vampires whose loyalty you can compel easily enough.
You don't do so, of course, because that would defeat the point of building up trust in the first place, but theoretically, you could just turn someone into a vampire and force them to obey you forever. Much better than what Ozpin has got going with his whole 'I'mma just give you the full story and hope you don't fuck it up' thing.
Of course people are going to fuck up. They're people. It's basically asking to have people betray him, especially with the kind of timespans he's working with on sheer account of being a technically immortal body hopper- just statistically speaking, betrayal is an inevitability.
Anyways, back on track after your thoughts on the fickleness of human nature (and faunus, whatever, they're basically animals all the same anyways), Sarah is continuing to search Lionheart's floor of the tower, making for a surprisingly large amount of rooms to cover, and neither of you are exactly expecting to find anything easily- at the very least, there aren't any actual security systems around, they'd just be tripped by the man himself all the time anyways.
It isn't until about half an hour later that Sarah, finally, gets a chance to infiltrate Lionheart's office, the man leaving it for a bit and taking the elevator down, so she just has to hide in an entirely different part of the headmaster's floor and can simply phase inside once discovery isn't an issue anymore.
Hurray for you keeping a lookout for his blood signature, really.
On his desk, of course, Sarah does manage to find some rather juicy information to pass to you.
Cinder Fall, Mercury Black, Emerald Sustrai, she lists off. Something tells me he isn't working over these transfer papers in the middle of the night because they're so very legitimate.
Yeah, can you take a couple pictures with your scroll? Just to have something solid we can show Ozpin, you ask. I do remember the name Cinder from what Roman could tell me; awfully sloppy of her to use the same name for this, if it isn't just a doubtful cosmic coincidence.
Already on it. This guy really could stand to keep his desk a little messier, it's way too easy to pick out what he's doing, your cute Sarah thinks.
Anything else on there?
Just a bunch of paperwork on huntsman missions, a few statistics, something on the Mistral council... and a bunch of student's marks, I guess, she enumerates as she searches the available paperwork.
Anyways, we have what we need, a clue as to whatever else may be going on, you send her. You want to get out of there?
Actually... You think he might be speaking to himself while he's working? Sarah considers. I could try listening in on him while I'm transformed to fit somewhere inconspicuous.
It doesn't take Sarah long to transform again, quickly finding a suitable hiding spot to fit her adorable little bat body into- and no, it doesn't matter you never actually saw it, it's Sarah so of course she's adorable- so she soon finds herself in a little cupboard off to the side of the room, where she finds enough space to stay inside for a while thanks to the whole undead being able to contort themselves indefinitely however they want thing.
That plus her semblance does mean she can very easily do stuff like this.
Lionheart takes a while to return to the office, but as Sarah explained, the papers he was working on didn't seem to be complete; missing a couple signatures, for one, and her power was telling her the headmaster would return soon to finish things off.
Somehow. Her power is still completely insane, just for the record, and no amount of her defending it will change the simple facts.
Still, he eventually does return, with you keeping an eye out, though you actually turned back to your normal form for a bit, after checking to make sure there weren't any cameras or anything of the like (which there aren't, this isn't Vale) to really sit on the roof you've been perching on all this time and think.
Because... you do remember the picture of the woman in the documents whose sight Sarah shared with you, and the name is turning out to be no coincidence at all, after all. Didn't you fuck a woman called Cinder a few weeks ago?
Nah, can't be. It has to be a coincidence. You refuse to believe she would actually go around using her name for everything just like that and not even bother using at least one false identity under which to operate.
Meanwhile, Sarah is actually getting somewhere.
Gabe? I mean, Agent Foxtail to Birdwatch?
I hear you loud and clear, you jokingly give back. You got anything?
Lionheart is muttering something about 'that accursed woman' and the 'creepy thing in the closet'. Could be nothing, but it could be a hint, she pushes at you, imitating a grumbling male voice. Want me to go look through the nearest closets?
It takes a bit, but actually knowing where to look, Sarah manages to find the thing Lionheart was talking to himself about once she'd listened in on him long enough.
Though it does seem to be somewhat of a little shock.
Gabe, what the heck am I looking at?
Looks like some kind of Grimm, you give your expert opinion. Yeah, I'd say this is definitely proof of him working with the Big S. Just get out of there before it manages to see you or whatever, this should be more than enough for Ozpin.
Doing as you say, you and Sarah soon reconvene on the tower's roof, her ability to just phase through any obstacles in her way proving once again pretty useful for this kind of thing. You do get her to rest in your hands for a bit, where you proceed to gently poke her little head and stroke her back.
She objects, but only for show. You know exactly how much she likes being cuddled, in any form she can be.
Still, a couple little kissies later, you're teleporting back to the mansion, a helpful Nora standing ready to locate you through the little transmitters both you and Sarah kept on your respective persons just for this reason.
All that's left is to report to Ozpin... and man, are you glad you aren't the one that has to deal with the results of your investigation.
There's a reason you aren't allowed to do any plans except the really convoluted ones nobody expects to see succeed only to be surprised when you use a bullshit amount of varied powers to push them through. Apparently, people consider you downright unable to not fuck up any plans by simple likelihood of you going and 'improvising' things that change everything else.
Which is quite rude. You're a perfectly suitable villainous mastermind, that you very much.
"So, Lionheart is pretty much assuredly a traitor," is how you begin your little report, teleporting into Headmaster Ozpin's office with little preamble to speak of. "Lots of suspicious activity that confirms it."
"I see," Beacon's headmaster replies. "Anything you would like to share with the class?"
Oh, hopefully he isn't starting it up with the whole teacher jokes. Wouldn't be as bad as dad jokes, but still bad enough. "For one, there's a hidden underground area just like here in Beacon, but it doesn't seem to have been disturbed recently; there's grass growing all over the actually walkable areas, which doesn't seem to have been walked on at any time in the near past."
"You actually got inside?" Ozpin asks, raising an eyebrow. "All the way?"
He obviously knows something about this shit. "Nope, there was a door with no way to pass, not even with the semblance my partner in crime used," you explain with a vague gesture. "You wouldn't happen to know exactly what the issue with that door was, would you?"
"The vaults under the schools are actually my own handiwork," Ozpin admits, sipping from his cup. "Technically, the sealed doors lead to hidden pocket dimensions storing particular objects I saw fit to seal away with the greatest security measures possible, and they can only be accessed with the correct 'key'."
You wait for him to continue, but he just drinks some more hot chocolate. "What, that's it? You can't give me that and then clam up!"
"You may find I just did," the smug little shit says. "If it makes you feel better, a significant part of my own plans centers around ensuring the vault doors stay closed indefinitely unless absolutely necessary. Now, you mentioned strong hints as to Lionhearts's... changed loyalties?"
Holding back an annoyed groan, you shrug. "Well yeah, it was the middle of the night, as you might realize by comparing the time you sent me and the now," you say sarcastically, "but he was actually in his office, working on transfer papers for a few students."
As you tell him this, you hold up your scroll, the pictures Sarah sent you displayed on it. "Would be suspicious enough as is, but I recognize one of the names- Cinder Fall has shown up in prior investigations of mine, mostly as the criminal 'mastermind' behind the recent dust robberies; I've actually struck a deal with one Roman Torchwick, to keep informed on what she's doing. She actually seems to use the same name for a lot of things, which threw me off for a bit."
"I see," Ozpin nods. "In that case, I can certainly see why recent suspicions are justified, but surely Leonardo could have been fooled somehow as part of a bigger plan?"
"I mean, maybe," you readily admit. "That said, the Grimm in his closet would indicate otherwise."
Ozpin blinks for a moment, fortifying himself with his drink. "Pardon?"
Pulling out the quick sketch you made, you show off the tentacled spiky globe Sarah saw for you by proxy. "Yeah, this thing was kind of just in a closet he had specifically for it, floating around. No idea what exactly it is, but it was reason enough to believe it was time to get out and present mine venerable findings," you say with a mocking half-bow.
"Oh, I believe you," Ozpin insists, looking at the weird little murderball. "I am simply considering what this new type of Grimm could mean."
"Probably a communication device," you shrug. "Why else would it just hang around Lionheart's place?"
"A reasonable conclusion, and one I find myself coming to as well." Another sip, another addition to the 'urge to mess with his sense of taste' list. "What this means for us, however, is another story entirely."
You shrug. "Anyways, you happy with the results of me spending a couple hours poking around?"
"Oh, definitely. I may just need to ask this of you again at some other time."
"So long as it doesn't waste enough time to keep me from working on my robots." And your beauty sleep. That's the important part.
Now, whatever shall you do with that hair, and the knowledge of where exactly Leonardo Lionheart is likely to still be at the moment, and an easy way to get a picture of his face? No, really, whatever shall you do?
Well, it took a while, but you are, finally, back home, Sarah squared away already and back to drinking some blood after all that sneaking around and you sitting in your room, with everything you need to curse one Leonardo Leonheart on the ready.
Naturally, him being the reason you had to go to Mistral... again... you aren't not going to be a petty little shit about this. So, if Leonheart is the type to have regrets about the things he's doing... "Remember the trust you are betraying!"
That should do nicely. If he has a conscience for some foolish reason, he will be reminded of how badly he is abusing the trust of the other conspirators around. That said, just in case he doesn't, or more as a general measure, you once more concentrate on the picture of Haven Academy's headmaster you have displyed on your scrolls, as well as the location of 'his office', with the hair, wrapped around a simple piece of wood for the sake of storage.
"May Betrayal Cost You Everything!" The idea here is that either he will fuck up while betraying the conspiracy or someone will betray him in turn, ultimately leading to his demise. Either way is fine with you and, as curses cannot be tracked, none of this stuff will ever come back to bite you.
Now then, time for your own snack, it's almost morning...
Velvet, the bunny faunus that is part of the team Coco leads, has been having fun with the semblance minion you created for her, it would seem, generally carrying it around, letting her teammates hold it and glaring whenever one of her male teammates is chosen over herself to have it sit on their laps.
What she did not do, was set it on a bunch of Grimm to watch it shred through them, so when she messaged you with questions whether it was alright to feed 'Sir Flufflebutt' normal food, if he needed any special fur care and other questions related to treating your projection as a pet, you just invited her for a quick outing into an area reportedly containing a pack of beowolves not too far from Vale.
That access to reports being an official huntsman gives you is pretty great.
So, there you are, with Velvet holding the murderbunny you made her in her arms just coming out of your bullhead (she was appropriately awed by its insides, of course) and looking around, keenly aware of the small group of Grimm incoming.
"Gabriel, are you sure this is alright?"
You just smile at that. "Let go of the bunny and watch," you instruct her.
Doing as she's told, Velvet observes 'Sir Flufflebutt' hopping around a bit until it stops, seeing the first wolf in the distance. Its next action is worthy of an entire movie, you feel.
Bouncing in place a couple times, as though to say 'just let me warm up a little', the semblance minion pushes itself off the ground, catapulted through the air by the power of its hind legs and ramming into the first beowolf headfirst, sharp teeth gnawing straight through its head and turning it to dust in a sigle motion.
"I still did create this little guy," you explain as your little test subject proceeds to completely murder anything in sight, using sudden movements, immense kicking power and extremely lethal teeth to their fullest extent, "so do expect he'll easily kill just about anything up to and including an ursa major. In fact, I think he actually likes fighting."
Velvet, unfortunately, is already lost in her own world. "So cuuuuute! He's a real little murderbunny! Oh, can I take pictures?"
"Feel free, I won't stop you," you just shrug. "Just do remember you can pet and feed him all you want, but make sure he gets his exercise, too."
With Velvet nuzzling her 'sweet little murderbunny' and thanking you for clearing up how to care for it, not having known supplying enough aura makes your creations pretty much unstoppable, you bid her goodbye again, the faunus girl returned to Vale proper and leaving for Beacon after a quick shopping tour during which you got her a couple of bunny-themed accessories she was really into.
As in, it was really just a keychain that looked a lot like Mister Flufflebutt, but hey, as long as she likes it, that's good enough for you.
Getting back to the mansion and grabbing a quick bite (not of an actual person, unfortunately, but of breakfast leftovers instead) just to make a point that you're totally a living person that needs to eat like everyone else, it doesn't take you long to find Blake.
The catty member of team RWBY is currently just sitting in a tree out in your backyard, reading the book you wrote and had Sarah publish, so you just wander in her general direction from an angle she can't see coming, using your powers to stay as silent as possible right up until you drop onto a branch behind hers.
"Hey Blake," you say, startling he faunus, "how's the book?"
"... You literally wrote it," she replies, forcefully calming herself down. "... And it's good."
"Glad to hear that," you nod as you nudge yourself along your branch. "I actually spent way too much time in-between writing sessions when I was working on it, so I was a little worried it would grow a bit disjointed. You know how busy things can get in the huntsman business."
Technically true, even if your perfect memory means you could have waited centuries between scenes and still get right back into it.
"More than just that. You're also a millionare, porn producer, artist and engineer," Blake corrects you. At your raised eyebrow, she crossed her arms, closed book with a bookmark inside precariously held in one hand. "I'm not blind, and I looked you up. You leave your bullhead just standing out in the open a lot."
"Eh, can't argue that one, little miss ex-White Fang," you shrug, stretching out a hand.
"Not the kittens," she objects, jerking her head away from your grasping fingers. "And where's that coming from?"
Lying down on the wood under you, you manage to brush your questing appendage over her ears, gently stroking the fur on their back. "Well, I just figured you would know how it feels to be busy all the time, with your background. Professional terrorism and all that."
"The White Fang are not terrorists," Blake bristles, glaring up at you and too occupied to brush you off.
"You don't decide that," you shoot back. "Neither do I, to be fair, but to the people of Vale, the Fang does seem to have made the impression. There's a reason killing Adam instantly made me a big deal and all."
She also seems to have accepted her ears are getting molested. Good for her.
"That's still really weird for me, you having ended him," she says. "I actually knew him for a long time, did you know?"
You begin scritching the base of her upper ears. "I didn't, no. He actually died right over there, if you'd believe it," you say, pointing at the exact location you remember eating the guy in.
"Huh," is all Blake has to say about that, just staring off into nothing for a long while. "I actually... I left the White Fang, left him, because I didn't agree with the methods we were descending into, but... I guess I never really wanted him dead, either," she explains, sounding a little lost. "I... guess I never really envisioned him dying, even though I always knew it was a possibility, that's how strong and important he always seemed. It was kind of a shock when I heard about it."
Yeah, she's obviously never actually worked through this. Dammit, Remnant, for a place where sanity is kind of important, you'd think things like psychologists would absolutely crawl all over the huntsman academies. "Mhm, would you mind telling me a bit about it?" You ask. "How you came to join the White Fang, how it was being part of it, how and why exactly you left. Just get it all off your chest."
Blake stays quiet for a bit longer this time, actually subconsciously leaning into your ministrations now. Good thing you practice with Sarah's fox ears all the time.
When she does speak, it is with no prompting, just letting the words tumble out of her. "I was kind of born into the White Fang," she confesses, "my parents actually used to lead it way back. But no matter how much we protested, no matter where we went to spread our message, things never really... changed. So over time, our methods changed. We became less... peaceful, more violent. My parents wanted nothing to do with that, so when it turned out the majority was for this, they just... left. They asked me to come with them, to Menagerie, but I just called them cowards, I screamed at them, and stayed. With the Fang, with Adam... I was so stupid."
Consolingly patting her head from where you're lying, you hum a little. "Kids are dumb, they'll make stupid choices all the time. Don't blame yourself for it too much, I'm sure your parents would understand. And if they don't, they're shit parents anyways."
"Shut up, my parents are great." At least she seems to have faith in them, so... progress? "Sienna took over after my parents were gone, and for a while, it worked. People didn't respect the faunus, like we- like I wanted, but they were afraid. Of us, of the White Fang. And after enough firebombed businesses, most got the hint and allowed faunus customers."
"So much for not being terrorists," you teased, Blake just flicking her ears in annoyance.
"Anyways, things just kept... escalating. Fast forward a few years, and people started dying, and I decided I had enough. I left. The White Fang was my life, but... I didn't want my life to be violence for the sake of violence, and that was where things were going. So one day, when Adam and me intercepted a shipment from the SDC, a train full of dust and robots, but also the operators that he was going to just kill, as though just killing everyone was what he really wanted all this time? I decoupled the train and watched him disappear in the distance." This little 'confession' seems to have been weighing down on her for a while.
"I mean, hey, it took you a while, but you figured out how things were going, how they weren't how you wanted them to go, so you got out of that situation," you sum everything up. "Sure, you could've gone with your parents, but nobody expects kids to think anything through, for a reason."
"No, you don't get it!" Pushing your hand away, she looks up at you angrily. "I ran away, and I told myself I would make up for having been in the White Fang by becoming a huntress and protecting people, all people, but it was just an excuse I was telling myself because I was too afraid to own up to what-!"
"And you were still doing the right thing, in the end." Your conclusion seems to have taken her off guard, so you continue touching her 'kittens' while she's reeling. "I'll tell you a little secret, Blake. People? They're afraid all the time. They're also stupid all the time, they fuck up, it's nothing particularly special, really. If anything, you facing the fact that you were afraid makes you braver than most around, it's better than trying to rationalize everything as hard as you can and continuing to do as you did despite knowing better. Because guess what I'll bet you a whole bunch of other faunus did when things got serious?"
"But-!"
"No butts, we aren't shooting a porno," you keep her quiet. "Unless you want to get down and dirty later anyways, I'm not saying no. But hey, at the end of the day? You're here. You're alive, you've learned what you did wrong, you've become an objectively better person. You don't need to make up for the past or anything, what matters is what you do going forwards."
Just holding the smutty book you wrote, Blake thinks your words through, staying still so you can better work over her ears.
"... Mm."
Neither of you say anything more on the topic. Also, what the hell man, what're you even doing? It's not like you actually care about any of this crap. People can rationalize all they want, so long as it works for you; all that it does is give you more openings to prod at when talking to them.
Eh, you do kind of want team RWBY to not fall apart at the slightest provocation, so you'll just chalk it up to training and preparations for the girls.
Letting the conversation rest for a bit, you eventually just tweak her ears a bit, drawing a hissed growl from Blake at how much you're playing with her faunus features.
"Oh yeah, did you know I was actually working on getting a CCTS tower established in Menagerie?" You ask to distract her again.
Blinking, the cat faunus looks up at you. "That's... a big topic? Wait, if you put one there, wouldn't everyone in Kuo Kuana have access to OnlyFauns?"
"Duh, not like we're restricting access regionally," you shrug, or rather, wiggle your body a little where you're lying.
Blake holds her hands over her face, blocking her eyes. "My parents live there. They might see me."
You just consolingly pat her head again.
Finding Ruby and Yang isn't a big issue; though they aren't hanging around each other 24/7, having their own interests and probably seeing enough of one another throughout the week as is, they still are within your mansion, the little red teamleader busy in your workshop area doing minor adjustments on Crescent Rose and Yang just in her room, listening to music and probably reading something.
Or something, it's not like you installed video cameras everywhere when you already have your slime maids for easy surveillance.
Anyways, sending for them doesn't take all too long, and a joking reminder of how Yang never did end up posing for you despite still owing you a go from that one time you met (now a funny story everyone can laugh about, even if Yang still very deliberately avoids Okita, not that the latter actually realizes), you quickly gain Ruby's support in getting her sister onto the canvas.
You do promise to leave things such as the pose or what they want to wear entirely up to the both of them, and negotiations soon reach a fever pitch, with Ruby talking at her sister fast enough you idly consider hooking her up to a fusion core to charge the things.
For her sister's obvious first time (the wording gets a growl out of the blonde), Ruby instantly suggests she take up most of the picture's motif, just so her counterpart doesn't have to be too nervous and can hide behind her for a bit, though that does mean they will have to be in close contact to each other. Furthermore, she, apparently, absolutely cannot budge on the clothing requirements; showing skin is an absolute necessity to let your art realize its full potential.
You're actually a little impressed by how brazenly she can lie without blushing.
Of course, the end result does differ a lot from what Yang expected, you suspect...
"Ruby, this is just really, really not the kind of way I wanted to get closer to you."
"Come on, Yang, we've come this far, what's a little bit more?" Ruby smiles as she pulls her panties to the side. "Now spread your legs and make sure you get a good grip!"
It goes unsaid, of course, that you adjust their expressions just a bit, though both girls are pretty good at acting just the way you want them to after just a couple minutes of coaching.
It does take a while, but you'd say you did some good work. And someone seems to agree, at least.
"Wow, Yang, we look so sexy!" Ruby exclaims once she finally sees the finished picture, holding her sister's hands.
"I look like a sexual predator, you mean," the blonde sister grouses, trying not to look at the result of your toils or her almost entirely naked sister. "Now can we please get dressed and never talk about this again?"
"Kind of a waste to put on clothes," you ponder aloud, getting an eyeful of the two very undressed young women in your little atelier. "Ruby's right, you really look very, very sexy."
"Gee, thanks." "Aww, thanks!" Ruby, being enthusiastic as always, uses her semblance to hug you at maximum speed, pressing her almost naked body against you, what with her only wearing a corset and those panties that are still shifted to the side so as to show off her privates.
"Ew, sis, mind restraining yourself for, like, the minute it takes me to get out of here?" Yang asks, annoyed.
"Oh, don't feel pressued, I don't mind you watching," her impish sister smirks at her, a hand going down to cup your crotch. "Or joining in."
The retching sound coming from Yang is almost convincing. Almost. "Sis, no offense, but you are the last thing I want to see when I'm slobbering over a guy's face."
"Oh? His face is all you'd like to slobber over?" The younger sister asks, now actually rubbing herself against you. And still manhandling your equipment.
"Not discussing this with you, Ruby. I'll just- where are my clothes?"
"Oh, I hid them earlier. So now you have to either streak ooor wait and watch until I 'remember' where I put them~!" Opening your zipper and freeing your slowly growing erection, Ruby smugly looks at her sister. "Choice is all yours."
Staring at where her sister is stroking your dick, looking away only for her eyes to fall onto the picture showing both her and her sister's privates in great detail, Yang sighs.
When you'd asked Sarah to help you deepen your cooperation with Junior and his 'little' business, you expected her to shrug and come along to use her power to make sure he cooperates as fully as he can, maybe sigh and look into his operations a little, something in that direction. What you got instead was your adorable little sister giving you a grin and starting to write several pages of notes and instructions in preparation for later.
'Later' being 'now', you coming right into the club with both Sarah and Okita trailing behind you. You did make sure to announce yourself beforehand, of course, asking if Junior had some time at the usual place and all, but the one good thing about scheduling things with criminals is that they are, by nature, flexible in their schedules.
Another point of interest, Junior's own enforcers, those twins that often hang around his club or even pull bouncer duty, are staying nearby just in case, drinking a few seats away from where you and the man of the house often meet on the bar.
He is waiting for you as per usual, too, giving you a casual toast with whatever randomly named new drink he's nursing tonight. "Livsey. A pleasure as always. I see you've brought a couple of guests, ones I recognize."
Eh, he's probably just being cautious about Okita being with you. To be perfectly honest, you don't begrudge him that much, even if no amount of security would actually save him if Okita was determined to divide him into several pieces; seeing her coming doesn't help against someone that can just hack through anything you put in the way as easily as yourself.
"What can I say, Okita here wanted to dance again, and who could say no to that face?" You ask, Okita's anticipatory face shining behind you. It looks exactly like her normal face, but tilted a little every now and then.
"So I see," Junior grumbles doubtfully. "So, what can I do for you tonight? Forgive me if I cut straight to business, but you can see how I expect things to go if you come visit."
"Well, yes, about that," you begin, Sarah snapping her fingers (while totally asking Nora to press a button really quickly back home) to make the documents she prepared appear, "my dearest assistant here had a few 'questions' regarding how the less legal parts of Vale's business is run, and wanted to have a little talk about that."
Taking the seat you'd usually occupy, Sarah smiles at Junior. "Alright big guy, tell me everything you're doing so I can tell you how to do it better."
You'll just, uh, go elsewhere. And do something. Once Sarah really gets going, this can take hours.
Leaving Okita to spin on nothing but her head for a bit, knowing she can be left on her own with little risk of collateral casualties as long as she is doing something that sufficiently entertains her, such as breakdancing, you go on ahead and take a seat next to the twins, gesturing for the bartender and receiving yet another concoction of uncertain makeup.
That said, undeath. Tastes weird, but it's not like you can't stomach it.
"So, I hesitate to ask, but you two come here often?" You ask, giving them your most charming smile.
The two color-coordinated identical twins give each other a look. "It's a fresh take, at least." "Not many have the nerve to ask us that."
"What can I say, you still have to establish the basic," you joke. "Somewhat more seriously, though, if Okita over there decided to trash the place, there isn't much any of us could do about it, so how about we do something more productive than watching her?"
""What did you have in mind, pretty boy?""
Quirking an eyebrow, you gesture your half-emptied drink at them. "Question is, what did you have in mind?"
The twins just smile at you, eyeing you up and down. "Oh, I'm sure we can think of something, sister." "Quite something indeed."
Playfully dragging you off your seat, the twins, Melanie and Miltia in white and red, respectively, just gesture for Junior when he turns around to look at what's happening, grimacing a bit but returning to paying attention to Sarah.
Good for him, too. Sarah deserves all the attention ever, and anyone unrightfully ignoring her deserves the subsequent crucifixion.
Anyways, telepathically asking Okita to make sure to tell you as soon as she does literally anything that is not dancing, just to make sure you don't return to a massacre of any sort, you let yourself be pulled away, through a 'Staff Only' door and past a flight of stairs, soon arriving in what looks suspiciously like a high-end apartment.
Two sets of hands soon groping your body, the twins give you a matching pair of grins. "Oh, I like this one." "Can't wait to unwrap this package."
"Glad you feel the same, then," you jokingly say as you return the attention, groping two delightfully pert asses.
You start to undress yourself, but the two young women in your grasp are too impatient, literally tearing your clothes off before doing the same to each other, making out with one another all the while to give you a good show while at least one hand always remains on your dick. "Such a nice and big toy he's brought us, sister." "I wonder how it will feel."
"Only one way to find out, isn't there?" No sooner have you finished speaking that the girls push you onto their bed, soon joining you by sitting on your groin, their butts rubbing against each other and enveloping your rod.
"Mhm, I want to just keep him like this, see how long it takes him to cum," Miltia grins, only for her sister to boop her butt in her direction. "We both know how much more fun we could have..."
"Just say the word," you say from where you're lying, playfully growling up at them, "I'm always ready for action."
"But who gets to go first, then?" "Clearly, we need to decide beforehand." The twins keep on rubbing up and down your cock, sneaking a few hands onto each other to keep groping and rubbing, but you can tell their focus is on you.
Hard to mistake the hungry looks they keep on giving you.
"How about this, you get to go first, but I get to feel it to, and film it?" Melanie suggests, wiggling against her twin and reaching down to rub her pussy. "You have a deal, sister."
"Well, guess I know what to do," you shrug. "Anything you don't want to to try?"
The two grin at each other over their shoulders. ""Don't be gentle.""
Your mission is clear, you suppose, and so all it takes is a bit of realignment of everyone's positions before you have the twins lying on top of each other, slowly pushing your manhood into Miltia, the little criminal moaning at your intrusion as her sister pulls you closer with one hand, the other holding up her scroll to film everything that's happening. "That's right, stud, fuck my slutty sister's hot little pussy!"
Suffice to say, both of them have a few goes with you. Before your time is up, both Miltia and Melanie get to feel what it's like to be fucked by you, and though they end up just making out with each other while you rock their bodies with every thrust, much to their audible enjoyment as they occasionally encourage you to fuck the other one harder.
You also do end up with several kissing marks, as well as their scroll numbers written onto your pecs with lipstick, so you'll take it as them approving of your performance by the time Sarah calls you back down.
"Just to be clear, what the three of you do is your business and your business alone, but don't blame me if their mother sends someone after you for daring to touch her girls," Junior says, the parting words on your way out of his club delivered with all the seriousness he can muster while still taking down notes from the lecture Sarah just delivered.
You just give him a thumbs up, herding your smug sister out with you, along with a satisfied-looking Okita, as can be seen by her eyes being opened about a third of a centimeter less than usual.
Now then, next off, time to square everyone away and work on really using the CCTS tech you have the blueprints to. Sure, you've plugged the required permissions into your teleporters and can instantly get anywhere in Remnant that has any amount of reception, but surely there are ways you could adapt what Remnant's scientists did for this stuff for your own projects, right?
Dust is a perfidious and, frankly speaking, disgusting substance, enabling even a bunch of monkeys to put together advanced devices if they can be whipped into actually trying. Hence, you suspect, Remnant's level of technology, a bunch of what is essentially primitives running around with guns and cars and flying vehicles thrown together with a bit of correctly aligned gravity and wind dust.
But regardless, in theory, everything dust does can be replicated with actual technology. Somehow. You have no idea how in some cases, such as just jizzing dust into metals to grant them additional properties during the forging process. But it can be done, you are absolutely sure of it.
Today, today you won a victory over the ignorance of a dust-shaped so-called 'scientific' society. Today, you managed to replicate what the CCTS does with short wavelength energy with nothing but fusion cores, some crystals, a carefully applicated light source and just one or two hands you had to regrow after accidentally burning through your aura while working with highly dangerous materials.
It is a small step for a vampire. But it is a great leap for Gabekind.
"Dammit Ozpin, what is it this time?" You can, you feel, be forgiven for being just a tad bit miffed about always being called to his office for anything he needs someone to actually get things done.
Is this how the people you usually delegate literally everything you can to feel? Because if so, you really made the right decision in just being the figurehead of things whenever possible and being in the position Ozpin is right now.
"I do apologize for the late hour, but somewhat of an emergency has happened, hence the hurried call for your... expertise," Beacon's headmaster deflects. "Simply put, the island of Patch, one of the few settlements Vale can keep safe thanks to natural defenses on par with the city's own, has come under attack, and I judged that speed was of the essence."
Even as he talks to you, the man is busy writing on a holoscreen of some kind, obviously concerned and working as fast as he can. Come to think of it, wasn't Patch also where Ruby and Yang came from?
"Alright, so what exactly am I supposed to do?" The operative question, here.
"Simply put, Mister Livsey, the request I have to make of you tonight is a simple one. Teleportation is the fastest way to reinforce the local huntsmen, and considering the secrecy we wish to uphold in regards to it, we cannot exactly bring in dozens of teams," Ozpin explains his rationale, gesturing and swiping a hand to show you a map detailing what looks an awful lot like a small island from above. "Hence, asking you to go. Do whatever you can to defend the civilian populace and hold out until further reinforcements arrive via bullhead; reportedly, a large amount of flying Grimm are circling above Patch, while smaller Grimm are attempting to scale the cliffs along its edges. Any questions?"
"I would like to enlist the aid of team RWBY in addition to my own backup," you tell him, already telepathically asking Sarah to get everything ready and getting Okita to rouse from her daily staring into nothing.
Locking his fingers into each other, Ozpin actually holds his hands still for a moment, the bottom of his face hidden behind his hands. "I would like to hear your reasoning first. As I am sure you're aware, team RWBY is very much in training still, and as such far from ready to take part in a mission such as this, not to mention the reveal of some of your technological capabilities."
And neither of you are actually mentioning you could totally just bring in your robot army, simply because that isn't in question, massacred civilians or no.
"Half of the team was raised in Patch, they will serve as a decent enough last line of defense and, most importantly, they are familiar with my semblance and can serve as aura batteries for it," you explain. "Do be assured I'm not planning to actually put them into the worst of it- if it becomes necessary, I am just having them all teleported out. Think of it as a surprise training mission for them, since I do trust them to keep mum about what I will have to show them. Not like they don't know about a lot of it already, what with the weapons improvements I pushed through for them."
His lips quirking, Ozpin takes a long moment to think, his eyes closed, before nodding. "Very well, as you will. But do keep in mind I am holding you responsible for their wellbeing while on this 'training mission'."
"Alright, see you when I'm done, then," you say, Sarah already using the team's scrolls to home in on your next destination.
Next thing that happens, you're in the middle of a surprisingly neat room, the maid minion you gave Weiss standing near the double bed containing her, pretending to be asleep while saving aura by just not moving.
You clear your throat. "HELLO, TEAM RWBY!" The shout has the teenagers topple off their beds, wildly grasp for their surroundings, Yang accidentally gropes her sister, Blake holds her 'kittens', it is complete chaos. "ARE YOU READY FOR A TRAINING MISSION?"
"Gaaabeee..." Ruby, blindly feeling for the light switch and turning on the (dust-driven) lamps of the room, much to everyone's vocal displeasure, makes. "Whaddisid?"
"I am about to throw you against a tide of Grimm in two minutes, so I'd suggest you grab your weapons before you have to fight them with your bare hands," you continue at a normal volume. "Chop, chop, our teleport is about to come in anytime now!"
Terrorizing teenagers is great. You have no idea what Glynda has against this.
They may be extremely sleepy, they may need a minute to get ready and grab their clothes, but at the end of it all, you're standing in a patch of forest right in the middle of Patch, Ruby and Yang holding up their scrolls to make some light.
"Gabriel, you still haven't told us what is happening," Weiss complains, trying not to step on any of the underbrush while in her pyjamas.
You just shrug. "We have just been teleported right into Patch, the home of both Yang and Ruby, as it is currently facing an imminent Grimm attack."
"Wait, that can't be right," the blonder of the two sisters interjects. "Patch is surrounded by cliffs on all sides and it has Signal's teachers to defend it from anything that does come through, how can it be under attack?"
"Way I heard it, a bunch of flyers is keeping the defenders on their toes while a load of small fry is scaling those same cliffs," you explain the situation as you understand it. "Hence, reinforcements. I dragged you four along because I trust you not to get yourselves killed while you help me keep up as many minions as I can and not to blab about the fact that I apparently have access to a teleporter of some kind," you finish with a wink.
"Did you have to do all this with no warning in the middle of the night?" Blake emotionlessly asks.
"Huntsmen and huntresses have to be ready to act at any time," you exclaim. "Also, every second really does count, so let's move on towards the nearest bit of civilization we can find to get you girls some light to change in, yeah? You found anything yet, Okita?"
"Mhm," your little Okita says, pointing off towards the darkness.
Weiss is ecstatic, of course. "Okita, you are here, too! Thank goodness, can you hold this while I get a pair of shoes on?"
"Mm."
A bit of general grumbling ensues, but at the end of the day, they all know better than to waste any more time, and so you are off to go wherever Okita saw some light.
Which, as it turns out, is a place known to some in your group.
"Hey, that's our house!" Ruby excitedly babbles, clinging to you after 'stumbling' earlier (which you all know to be a lie). Not that you're complaining, she isn't wearing a bra.
"Quick, maybe we can find Zwei, and dad, and we can all fight together and-"
The door opens, revealing Taiyang in all his fatherly glory. "There you are. And... Gabriel. What did I tell you about sleeping with Ruby?" The tanned guy asks, visibly restraining himself from facepalming.
"Hey, it wasn't me, I absolutely blame Ruby for that one," you protest. "How have things been over here without the kids around the house?"
Giving you a look that promises you will have words about this later, Tai waves a hand through the air. "Pretty calm and quiet, until the Grimm horde attacked. First sign was a flight of nevermores, then things just got worse from there, so we all immediately called for help. I suppose that would be you?"
"Ozpin sent me ahead because I can travel much faster than just about anyone else," you agree with a nod. "And I took the kiddos along for a little spontaneous school trip!"
"Yes, I can see that," Tai gives you a flat look. "You do know I will personally feed you to the Grimm if any of them get hurt because of this?"
"Oh, relax, they'll behave. I mostly just brought them along to help keep the civilians calm and feed aura into my semblance," you wave him off. "So, you wouldn't happen to know where I should go first?"
"Well," Tai starts, except he is interrupted by Zwei, who runs out of the building beneath his feet.
'I know, I know! I can lead you!'
"Alright, Zwei, you lead the way," you immediately agree. When everyone looks you you, you give them a helpless tilt of your head. "What?"
In the end, your plan, for all that it can be called such, is fairly simple. First, you're having team RWBY standby in the center of Patch itself, where a few clusters of buildings demarcate the population center of the island and a bunker filled with civilians awaits, more of them arriving every minute.
The people are aware of what to do in case of emergencies like this, which is one less thing you have to worry about; a few people are too stubborn to fuck off to safety, and a few need help due to young kids or the elderly, but the local huntsmen have that whole thing well enough in hand.
You, on the other hand, get right to work.
With a 'home base' you tell team RWBY to stay in in no uncertain terms established, you create several minion bodies, three for Carnage and one for Ostea to give them some tactical flexibility, before sending them out, with standing orders to retreat to the bunker that a few defenses are being raised around at the moment; mostly just simple barriers made of whatever building material is lying around, with huntsmen ready to shoot down anything that comes at the general area.
At this location, your minions can get an aura refill, unless they have to save a life by charging into combat regardless of their current reserves, seeing as the loss of a body isn't really a big deal for them.
In the meantime, you were already working on a little something; using your plasmids to repeat a little trick you used before, creating cyclone traps charged with the kind of weather you want as a shortcut to getting the weather to do what you want, you slowly and steadily whip up a stormwing surrounding the island, blowing away from it in all directions without so much as ruffling a hair down on the ground.
That isn't all, of course. Liquid nitrogen is an extremely cold fluid, and you could theoretically have it rain in all directions, thanks to your ability to manipulate the weather in frankly completely absurd ways, but also would negatively impact the environment.
A price you would be perfectly willing to pay, but really, you have a whole bunch of scientist types sitting in your soul, and so finding the alternative of liquid helium doesn't even take long. Just as cold as nitrogen, and once it boils it just floats upwards and leaves the atmosphere without much trouble.
And, with everything appropriately cold due to how freezingly assfucking cold the stuff comes into existence, putting just a little spin on the atmosphere to create a hail of sharp icicles isn't much trouble at all.
Naturally, the targeting for all of this is important, but you feel you have a pretty good handle on that one.
"Alright Tai, I want you to tell all the huntsmen available to keep away from the cliffs themselves. It'll take a little bit, but by the time this is done, I highly doubt any normal Grimm will be getting up those walls."
Looking down at the visibly rotating wind at your feet, fraught with colorless liquid and churning with sharp bits of ice, then up at where the clouds are slowly starting to follow the movements of your cyclone trap, moving in the same circles, Tai seems to be having a very dry throat all of a sudden. "Yeah, I... figured."
"Now come on, I'll go ahead and raise a better rampart really quick," you continue.
What? Just because you're stacking the deck extremely hard doesn't mean there's any point you have to stop.
"Raise a wall of ice and frost so none may pass!" Making sure your freshly created fuckoff ice walls all along the edge of the island have downward facing spikes to really drive home the fact nobody wants any invaders around. Good thing, too; you're already hearing a bunch of things moving around further down.
"Do you really have to say that every time?" Tai, acting as your guide, pretty much, asks.
You sigh in response. "I do, and it's a thing, okay?"
'I think it's alright,' Zwei wuffles up at you.
"Thanks, buddy."
As you make your way around the island of Patch, the flocks of nevermores overhead are amassing more and more, obviously attracted to the fear and panic felt by the people on the island, and before you can make a full circuit, the first Grimm manage to get onto the island, grouping up with the ones already on it beforehand and charging headfirst towards the center of the locals' defensive setups.
Most of them are beowolves, however, and so you aren't particularly bothered, just tasking your semblance minions with fighting them while you continue to make your own preparations.
It remains a bit tricky to get the fluid helium to hit the atmosphere low enough to massively affect your flying foes without letting your various payloads rain down on the defenders, but you do the best you can nevertheless.
Meanwhile, though, the situation has kept on developing elsewhere all around, Ostea keeping on the lookout for you and reporting on everything she can see from where she is floating in the air, taking targeted potshots at larger concentrations of Grimm to shut them down before they can become a problem, returning down for regular aura refueling and to keep an eye on the kids.
Speaking of, team RWBY has holed up in one of the buildings in the less rural parts of Patch, Ruby taking position on the roof to snipe any Grimm coming into sight herself, joined by Weiss who has summoned her giant nevermore and is controlling it as it takes care of anti-air defenses, Yang and Blake fighting off any threats coming close to their current base of operations.
They don't have much to deal with as of yet, but the steady stream of Grimm making its way into the general area will likely change that soon-ish. Annoyingly enough, as you did tell them to keep closer to the other huntsmen, but you can't exactly compell them, and they did promise to get out of there if things got dangerous.
Note to self, spank Ruby for this later.
Your weather manipulation has really picked up in all this time, as you aren't exactly stopping on pushing into it, the winds beating down around the island growing strong enough to completely flatten any nevermores caught in them, pushing them straight into the ocean surrounding everything, just as they do to any Grimm that stick out too much, such as any that attempt to scale the walls you conjured on account of being further up.
Some do make it through, but the majority that doesn't try to breach through the quarter of the island you haven't gotten to yet is disposed of without issues.
Unfortunately, a couple of one of the newer kinds of Grimm, named Serkevas against your recommendations (ranging from scorpeople to the incredible sorpionmen and even scortaurs, to no avail), awakening memories of that one fucking thing that just had to be the most annoying fight ever.
At least these ones are, like, way smaller and obviously less powerful. Silver linings and all that.
Oh, and the giant fucking sea Grimm that just started flying and mostly ignoring what you've done to the atmosphere around the island as it's starting to circle around.
So, uh, yeah... that might be an issue.
Okita?
Mhm.
Could you go kill all the Grimm around? I'll take care of the big one, but I need the rest taken care of.
Mhm.
With that whole issue delegated, next in your order of business is taking care of the obvious threat, your aura minions already positioned to dispose of any threats that Okita doesn't destroy fast enough to keep it from the girls' location.
In fact, you're thinking about investing into more additional ranged firepower for the girls, maybe have them keep a couple grenades on hand or something? Just so Blake and Yang have something better than punching the air while shooting shotgun ion laser gauntlets and a single pistol firing small bursts of ionized matter when they have to keep at a distance from their enemies.
Anyways, onto the big issue, the giant Grimm snaking through the air somehow. Probably some more bullshit Grimm magic or however the things actually function. Time to fight it before it does... whatever it's about to do.
One thing that can be relied on, at least, is that these things always try to fuck you over.
It takes a bit of maneuvering to get yourself into a good position, but soon enough you're standing on the roof of one of the more faraway buildings, focusing your semblance to create a minion- really just a copy of the oriental dragon you gave Ren, except with an ice breath. Sending it off to go freeze a couple of the serkevas around wherever it can, you get right on to fighting the big boss of this tide.
Growing your trusty second head out of your shoulder, you begin to blast a cold beam out of its mouth, but the dragon Grimm itself just winds out of the way whenever you try to hit it, at most being clipped here and there without taking significant damage.
Annoying, but you suppose it would have to be adapted to the cold, considering it spends a lot of time underwater.
As that goes on, you turn up the heat on it a little, or rather, down, or whatever bad cold pun you care to insert- you honestly have more important things to do. "Freeze water and shoot at my enemy in a glorious barrage!"
And of course, as eight giant chunks of pointy ice the size of a person dart off towards it, the sinuous body of the dragon-like Grimm you're trying to nail down here continues to literally snake through the air, deftly dodging each and every single one in a display of honestly surprising speed.
That doesn't stop you from reaching out and placing a cyclone trap of the same kind as what you used earlier on its own limbs, one arm pushed away from the main body and covered in a small hail of frost, but the dragon itself does seem to be unimpressed overall.
And charging up or something in response.
Also, Grimm are swarming and Taiyang just punched a serkevas so hard its body blew apart a dozen beowolves plus alpha, but you kind of have to concentrate for a bit.
Okay, let it be said you don't want none of this shit. And thus, in the spirit of staying unfried by a breath attack, which would be just barbaric and not at all the same as what you pull all the time, by the way, you immediately become... proactive about stopping that ginat Grimm.
Meaning, you crouch down and jump, levitating and kicking off the air a couple times to catch yourself right on its head, whirling around and grasping for leverage, catching its whiskers on one side and just holding onto its upper head with your other hand. giving it a mighty pull upwards.
And, of course, helping along a bit with your telekinesis. It really was a good choice for a second plasmid.
The electric breath blasts off into the sky, with you aiming it a bit to obliterate a couple of the bigger nevermore you can hit before it stops surging out of your foe's mouth.
Of course, it is quite discontent with you literally sitting on its neck, and proceeds to roll in the air, diving straight downwards through the storm still raging outside of the island!
Not exactly looking forwards to being dragged underwater along with this thing, you jump, using the very first soul with powers you ever acquired (Charles, that one Merchant) as an overlay to do it with some extra panache and accelerating your enemy's speed downards, turning around and-
And getting slapped by the thing's incessantly long tail, moving through the air and right back above Patch. Well, you were trying to get back anyways, so you just redirect your momentum to keep yourself from going all the way over the island and over the open ocean again, a chant on your lips even as you flare your aura to summon another Ostea, your wolf head back and in business again to blast away yourself.
"From all a flower blooms, enveloping and tearing, proclaiming the end!" The spell goes off just fine, completely blocking off one of the Grimm's wings, even as Ostea's own targeted bone spear punches a smaller hole through the other one.
And for good measure, you give it a telekinetic push on top, throwing it further into the worst of the storm of liquid helium you've got going.
Uhm, Gabriel?
What is it, Ruby?
There's another one!
Looking around, you easily spot the second giant dragon Grimm on the opposite side of the island, rearing up and roaring as it prepares to attack the fortified positions at your back.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" This is starting to look like more trouble than it's worth, for fuck's sake.
Yeah, enough playing around. Standing straight, or straighter than usual, anyways, you trigger a particular transformation you've been waiting to bust out just for occasions such as this.
All that additional training you did whenever you had the time once you realized your monstrous form, or rather, forms, grew in overall power with you really paid off.
And thus it is that when you tap into that well of power, this time around you sprout several wings of velvet white feathers, your clothing absorbed into your body as it grows just a little bit, instead materializing cloth and a metallic compound you think is part of it.
Acting as comes naturally, you hold out your armored right hand, a strange book bound in what feels like solid clouds and will to your fingers (somehow), grasping the air with your other hand to receive several chains bound around a large shell of some sort fashioned into a horn.
Your eyes feel weird.
Opening the book, you find the precise moment of what you do next written down in exacting detail, and so you begin casting without further ado. "Freeze water/ From all a flower blooms/ and shoot at my enemy/ enveloping and tearing/ in a glorious barrage!/ proclaiming the end!"
It feels really weird to speak two chants at once aloud, the weird reverberating quality of your voice harmonizing with itself to make everything sound like a poem or something. Still, the results are evident; having casted two spells at once, your eight ice lances shoot towards the sky, swerving around and, as you saw written inside your little pocket book, impaling the first big Grimm that showed up along its head and body so as to immediately begin dispersing it, even as the newcomer gets a Gabriel greeting to the face in the form of another ice flower thing blooming from the base of its right wing.
Fun fact? In this form, you still have access to aura, and so you form yet another body for Ostea, leaving you at a total of three of them, three Carnages and one ice-themed oriental dragon for yourself in total.
Wordlessly ordering them to proceed, you watch everything that isn't busy fighting off the minor Grimm throw everything it has at the Sea Feilong.
You saw its name written in your book.
Bombarded by spurs of bone and irrationally behaving sprays of biting cold, the second Sea Feilong roars once again, throwing itself at the island and scrabbling onto the ground to avoid your storm, even as it visibly glides rather than slithers.
And of course, the Ruby confronts it, repositioning itself and its team in its path.
"You won't get past us!"
Consulting the Good Book, you make sure you will get this right. Timing will be of the essence, so you begin to chant right away. "Freeze Water/ Step through the dark/ and shoot at my enemy/ into the light!/ in a glorious barrage!"
Moving through the shadows, as you are used to from traversing the shadow realm, you appear at the correct location and the correct time, right before the team RWBY, a hand outstretched as the last echoes of your chant reverberate beyond you.
Eight lances appear, each guided to do the correct amount of damage, completely piercing through your foe in the same moment the blue glare of your visor intensifies, your gaze demanding the Sea Feilong stop.
It does.
So frozen is the creature, its already dissolving body cannot reach the major parts of Patch, the location unharmed, and your castoffs begin to resume their duty in destroying the lesser enemies throughout the area.
You lower your arm.
"... Gabriel?" With big eyes, the girl in red asks the question, clutching her weapon. "You did it. You did it! You saved everyone! We were so worried, it was about to hit the shelter and-"
Interrupting it by stretching out an armored hand, you ruffle its hair, black and red bleeding over into gleaming plate for a moment before you decide to continue the eradication of your enemies.
Looking around, you determine where your foes are, their constant movement making it obvious where you have to strike. As the things nearby do not react to the approaching fiends, you take it upon yourself to do so, a perfect fist swinging out to meet a beowolf in midair, its leap interrupted by your mercy.
No longer will it have to mindlessly slaver after human life. Oblivion is, obviously, the better alternative for it.
"Right, the Grimm!" The Ruby gasps, twirling its weapon around to resume firing at any of them it can see. "Don't worry about us, we've got this!"
Taking a look at the other things, you assent, jumping onto the nearest construction and beholding the foes still crawling over the area.
Your work is never done.
Team RWBY watched as Gabriel, their middlingly mysterious benefactor whose rates of mysteriousness just shot through the roof, stood on a roof right next to Ruby's and Yang's old middle school, proceeding to articulate his strange poems and songs, rhythmically gesturing and pointing as more and more ice sprouted all over the town and rained down on it from above.
Not that Patch needed more stuff in its airspace, considering the giant freezing storm raging everywhere around it, surrounding it almost like a cocoon of some sort. It didn't really reach the ground at all, which was strange, but the winds above them were still strong enough they could feel the cold radiating from them, and their noise was loud enough to drown out all casual conversation.
They had to shout just to be heard, which wasn't made easier by Ruby's love for Crescent Rose's railgun attachment, twirling her every which way as she just kept shooting extremely accelerated ball bearings she probably would need to stock up at Gabriel's mansion after this.
Not that her current attitude was conducive to talking, though.
"Ohmygosh doyouhearthatvoice?" Team RWBY's leader squeed, beaheading a beowolf that was getting a little too brave as it tried to jump onto their roof. "How is he even more dreamy than usual?"
"Ruby, contain thy thirst!" Weiss cautioned, giving Yang a nod to let her know she would be the one to do this. "Fight now, drool over how awe-inspiring he is later!"
Twisting her rapier through the air, the heiress commanded her summons, having opted for the king taijitu she had defeated together with Gabriel- a topic Ruby was envious about for weeks after she told everyone- by virtue of flight being extremely hazardous for her giant nevermore. Still, it was clearing the streets at a rapid pace, none of the smaller Grimm around capable of challenging it.
Not that Weiss would be satisfied with that alone. Gabriel had created several of his own semblance constructs, and they were absolutely shredding through the hordes everywhere she looked. They even regularly returned towards them, escorting exhausted huntsmen and refueling on aura.
His semblance was really powerful as long as it had enough aura. Though she had her doubts about what his semblance really was, considering he could apparently transform himself.
Speaking of which... "Hey Ruby," Yang decided to jump in, "how'd you even know that was Gabriel?"
"Wasn't that obvious? He's still as sexy as always," her clueless sister replied.
Yang just aborted a facepalm, instead turning her gauntlets back towards their intended task of blasting ionized matter at Grimm. "Right, gotcha."
Coming flying from the side, Blake rejoined the team, her weapon's long ribbon still keeping her mobile as usual. "Anything change? I took care of the buildup to the east."
She was trying to appear calm and composed, but they all could see the exhaustion bearing down on the cat faunus, the small gasps for air. "We should be good, take a second to look around," Ruby ordered her, back to her facade as an absolutely serious team leader.
Just then, they heard a very welcome sound down below the roof, Yang relieved of rooftop door duty for a moment as a familiar black-haired shape ran through the streets, swinging an enormous sword and leaving nothing but black mist behind her. Even the scorpion Grimm stood no chance, trying to stand against her only to be blown apart in a single blow regardless of whether they tried to block or not.
Yang had tried to fight one, once. She hadn't made the same mistake since. Nah, only with everyone ready to back her up and ion weapons on the ready, thank you very much.
"Hey, Okita!" Weiss called out, waving a hand at the shape passing by. It waved back, the rich girl blinking once. "Right, I keep forgetting we can just think at each other now."
The fight continued as everyone used telepathy to nudge at Weiss' faux pas, the indignant girl pouting most aggressively for a while yet as they all continued to do their best, sometimes even sending requests for artillery support to Gabriel; the gleaming form never reacted directly, not even in their thoughts, but the Grimm building up into a problem were pounded into dust without fail every single time nevertheless.
It took... a long while, with Ruby and Yang's father coming by a couple of times to make sure they were alright, but none of team RWBY ever truly doubted they would be victorious, not with the forces arrayed with them.
Ruby especially. Her faith that Gabriel would win this battle was palpable every time she opened her mouth.
In the end, dawn came, and with it a lessening of the constant flood of Grimm. All of their eyes were drooping, their entire minds consumed by the need to keep on fighting for hours on end, to the point they would hardly even have realized when Gabriel returned to his normal state if it wasn't for the lessening of the constant bombardment of ice dust applied to turn Patch's streets into winter wonderlands with lots of dead Grimm, being instead exchanged for careful creation of ice walls that steered the Grimm into certain directions, where they could be mopped up in one go easier.
When Ruby collapsed in exhaustion, it was into Gabriel's arms, a fact she was incredibly grateful for. And when she woke up in her room, back at home and in her huntress pyjamas, she knew everything was right with the world, after all.
Until she went downstairs, where her dad was waiting. "So, Ruby, I heard you've been having... fun. Did you make sure to use protection, at least? I hear there's a lot of nice brands of huntsman rated protective 'jackets' over in Vale."
"Daaad! No! Not the dad jokes, and especially not about that!"
Having squared Okita away again in the mansion, where Sarah is on hand to keep her from accidentally killing half of Vale while practicing with her powers, and doing your best to shake off the mental pollution from going biblical on those Grimm, you teleport right on into Ozpin's office.
"So, that attack is taken care of," you begin without preamble, the look Ozpin gives you at suddenly showing up and talking at him only interrupted by his usual slurping of hot chocolate. "Incidentally, you wouldn't mind giving team RWBY a day off after the night of constant fighting, would you? I kind of left them in Patch, Tai wouldn't let them go anywhere unsupervised."
Taking his time to take a much, muuuch longer sip than usual, Ozpin sets his cup down, folding his hands. "That is quite alright, Mister Livsey," he cooly agrees. "That said, I would like to know a thing or two about the massive weather changes that kept any and all reinforcing huntsmen from approaching until long after the attack was over, as well as the observed rapid atmosphere changes as a result completely redirecting ocean currents for the next week, at minimum."
Oh great, there you go again.
"In the first place, a word of warning would have been appreciated, but then again, in my time we..."
Tuning out the headmaster entirely, you instead concentrate on what else you managed to snag after the fight was over; a quick look around the battlefield revealed that Grimm, surprisingly, sometimes drop soul fragments, despite you being fairly sure they don't have any souls.
May be some fuckery with soul fragments going on here in general; probably something along the lines of them... picking them up after killing people, somehow? Not like you have a lot of data to go on here, but whatever.
All that counts is this stuff is yours now.