Beginning of a New Life
One could only witness surprise at their existence before realising most believed you to be nothing more than superstition. So, unlike within the Imperium, she had a feeling she wasn't going to be a mere myth here. The events of the town would make sure of that.
A miniscule ounce of… she didn't know what it could be, but it wormed its way into the back of her brain, made her wary of being known yet exhilarated by the thought of people not just placing faith to believe in her existence but knowing she was here, genuinely knowing-
A deep breath was taken. She didn't know what she was doing. Or going to do. Food was meaningless- or was it? She was only 'alive' long enough to fight, then die and reincarnate; rinse and repeat for well over a few centuries. Was food actually needed or could she live without it? What about sleep? The concept was known; close your eyes and all brain functions bar the required shut down for an estimated six to eight hours to rejuvenate energy.
She slept before her first death all those centuries ago, but never had the chance to after.
I suppose I could attempt it again if given the chance, she contemplated idly, ignoring- or simply not noticing the sporadic drops of water from the retreating cloud in the sky, but the same could not be said for the smell that radiated from her being.
When was the last time in the Materium that I had taken my armour off to clean? A cursory sniff at her Bevor forced her nose to crinkle upward in slight disgust, Apparently never…
With that she either wished for the rain to become the wrath of nature, for a pond or lake to be immediately nearby or finally, a legitimate bathhouse to be in the next town over. Preferable the latter over the former for it would have warm water.
And soap, She mentally added.
The tarnished and disease-ridden battlefields may be all too familiar to her, yet it was just as unwelcome as the blood of the bandits and black ichor from those creatures that was splattered across parts of her armour. That too, would need a clean. Thankfully, the Ardent Blade burnt all liquids away but that didn't mean a onceover wouldn't hurt.
Huh, she has the time to do these things.
He had to have sent me here for a reason other than a vacation, I am a weapon of his wrath, I am needed…
Am I still needed? With Lord Commander Guilliman in command and rumours of Primarchs Valkan, Dorn and Sanguinius potentially returning, am I really still needed?
The question haunted her since the rumours of their return made it all the way up to the Custodians and Roboute Guilliman himself, the only thing stopping them from having the information rendered inert or confirmed was the Fall of Cadia and the Cicatrix Maledictum ripping the galaxy, and the wider Imperium, in two. And if it were true that the Primarchs were returning, it would bolster the Imperium's capabilities a thousand-fold and then some.
An audible sigh was let out as her shoulders dropped marginally; it wasn't her problem anymore was it? The Imperium was a long way from here and most likely never to be seen by her again… she only prayed to the Emperor that it was still fighting, it was all she could do for it while here by order of her Lord.
Did- did He still count as her Lord still?
She would still serve every word if given it, die a million more times if demanded by Him; but he was not here or guiding her with his light.
Yes, he was her Lord, but his absence lit an unclear path that was frankly uncomfortable for her, yet an endurable one. She still had her teaching and faith, her own skills and those graced upon her by Him and her armour and sword found on Sanctus Lys; all provided assurance in ways indescribable and bolstered her resolve further.
Now her list of things to complete in the short-term has grown slightly; Clean her armour, clean herself, eat, sleep and find anyway to further humanity's survival upon this world.
Granted, the last to-do was more of a long-term but it was achieved by completing short-term goals. When you live forever, everything is short-term and rarely long-term…
"Now, where do I go from here?" She asked aloud to nothing in particular, normally it would be a prayer to guide her direction, but the feeling that it would be a futile effort made her rely on something mainly mortals use: gut instinct with a dash of indecisiveness. Fortunately, the path was singular and surrounded by trees, so that ruled out the 'indecisive' factor and her gut wasn't telling her anything vital, so her trek continued down the path.
By the time she reached an intersection that gave directions, the sun was casting an array of orange as it set, casting her in a golden glow that caught in stray hairs and on her caucasian skin and wings with a soft, golden hue. The dissipating clouds too, held the same gold and orange against the fading blue sky.
The Intersection was of a Y shape, situated in a medium sized clearing that extended for roughly a sixty metres before it met the edge of the forest and shrubberies that populated the majority of the area. The sign sat on a slight angle but was otherwise in decent condition and offered two choices; left or right. Cambridge or Vale.
Celestine adjusted her grip on the Ardent Blade's hilt then started her way down the path to Cambridge, still hoping for a place to bath and, "I should invest in a scabbard if I can,"
Her hand had begun to ache ever so slightly from constantly wielding her sword. Her reincarnation ability, as useful and literally lifesaving as it was, only worked on wounds and injuries once she died and found herself within her section of the warp.
It would be nice if it mended wounds over time instead of requiring her death.
She banished the thought as small, grey plumes of smoke could be barely seen over the treetops in the distance. She glanced around her to find the sun barely lighting the sky as the dark and pinpricks that made up the stars slowly became visible. The path behind her only showed it winding into the distance, the intersection no longer visible.
Slightly surprised, she continued to make her way down to the town of Cambridge. By the time the gates were a mere few metres away, the stars reigned over the sky and the torches at the gates guided her path. And unlike the last town, the guards greeted her with a smile.
"See you had fun out there, miss," the first person, a woman with a perplexing oddity of two small...were they dog or cat ears? Either way their existence on the woman's head gave Celestine a pause, Abhumans?
"Uh, you alright, miss?" the other guard, a human male- or at least she thought him to be human- queried.
She blinked rapidly, shaking of the slight confusion and placed a small smile on her lips, "Yes, I apologize, it has been a tedious few cycles; this one being the worst,"
The male guard leaned into his counterpart and whispered, "Does she mean the day and night cycle or...ya know...that?"
The abhuman gave him a slight glare then faced her with her expression apologetic, "Sorry for him, he runs his mouth before thinking through...well, anything, really,"
Her smile morphed into a miniscule smirk, "I have met many Guardsmen who have been the same, though none as straightforward as him,"
The male guard's mouth dropped open slightly as he stared at her with an exaggerated mock hurt on his face and hand over his heart, "You wound thee!"
"If that is enough to wound you, are you really fit for this post?"
"I don't know, ask, Marie," he thumbed in the female abhuman's direction which earned him a slap across the back of the head, though he giggled throughout it.
Marie then crossed her arms over her chest, "you sure this a war you wanna start, Cobalt?"
From there the two guards devolved into a battle of the wits, all the while Celestine stood off to the side and watched with poorly hidden amusement at their antics. She had been able to witness acts like these from a distance, if she got any closer, they would begin to praise her for the Saint she is, so it was refreshing to be able to witness and participate ever so slightly in it. The small battle carried on for a few minutes and drew a few odd looks from those passing by the inside of the gate, before the duo remembered their guest and faced her with sheepish smiles.
"Uh, you can enter," Marie started slightly embarrassed but gained slight normalcy as she continued, "Tell the Hotel Ritz we sent ya' and they'll give you a night free; 'cause you're a Hunter and all that jazz,"
Cobalt stuck his index finger as if he were timidly asking a teacher something, "Uh, you sure she's a Hunter? We haven't checked for her licence…" at Cobalt's question Marie just gestured to Celestine's armour and wings as if she were showing off a new item at a fair, which was met with Cobalt conceding her point,
"You raise a good point, Mar," he said while nodding his head.
"I always do," she teased, then faced the Saint once again, "go down the main path and take the second right, you won't miss the Hotel Ritz!" Marie finished with a slap on Celestine's pauldron; the wearer gave thanks and made her way into the town of Cambridge,
"OH!" Cobalt's exclamation stopped Celestine and she faced him once again, "The pub is slightly further down from the Ritz and directly next to the Armoury and Hunter Guild Office!"
She knew what the former were, however the Hunters Guild was new. Nodding in thanks again, she continued to the Hotel and filed away the new location for tomorrow. And hoped she could actually sleep…
The town was very much like the previous one; stone walls accented with wood, sometimes brick and mortar for a few buildings. The housing had small gardens to give it a lively and fresh feel- something that she was not used to seeing when compared to the dirty, gothic mega-structures that made a hive world. Especially when most were burnt or in the middle of burning to the ground, the moderate greens mixed with the brighter reds, pinks, yellows and a myriad of other colours of the flower beds were an anathema of the home.
And when compared to the darkness of the Imperium, she found herself liking the brighter colours, as out of place as they were in her mind.
She couldn't help but snort at the mental image of a pink and yellow Astartes with a purple flower as their sigil. It was just so out of place!
The citizens were intriguing as well; while some moved with a purpose, it was always a relaxed purpose. They held their shoulders in a slackened state and wore a look of contentment on their face, giving a small nod or wave to her as she passed by down the road. Even the few Abhumans she saw gave her a smile or greeting or, in one case, hung off a human's arm.
Everything about it seemed to be a stark contrast to the Imperium, especially the Abhumans freely existing and even involved with humans; but by how the world held two conflicting views on the matter, she held the trained instinct to distrust them at bay. If I can trust an Eldar...
This world, she thought, is a strange place...
Celestine shook her head as she found herself in front of the hotel, the wooden doors framed by the head of a wooden eagle whose wings framed the sides and the head loomed over top of the double doors. The rest of the building was made of large stone bricks that, too, were accented with wood on the corners of the building. A few of the windows were lit from interior lighting, showing she wouldn't be alone within. She pushed the doors open and furled her wings subconsciously to fit within as she crossed the threshold into the Hotel Ritz foyer.
The foyer was not a large one; a front desk directly in front of the entrance, a royal red carpet leading to the desk and the walls were lined in wood to keep the heat in. To the right were the stairs that, presumably, led to the second floor rooms while a door to the left of the desk must lead to a staff area or a kitchen.
The front desk itself was managed by an elderly man, greying hair and neat beard, eyes that were a dark brown, creases around them and his mouth, and a slightly hunching stance all gave his aging away. She strided up to him in her usual, large steps but made sure to hold the Ardent Blade in a loose grip and pointed at the floor. The last thing she needed was her large stature and everything else about her to come off as threatening in the first town that didn't want her to leave.
"Excuse me, sir?" her head tilted slightly as she queried.
His head gave a slight nod in understanding and gave a knowing smirk, "Marie sent you in didn't she?"
Celestine felt herself mimic his smirk, "Yes she did, I assume she does this often?"
The man turned around to fetch a key off the wall behind him but spoke as he did so, "Yes, the Lynx does it for all Hunters!" with his back turned he missed the raised brow from Celestine at calling the girl an animal. He grabbed a key with a room number attached and turned, handing her the key, "Here, the first night is free for Hunters. All I need is a name for the log book…"
At his expectant gaze she gave a nod and smile, "Celestine, sir."
He jotted it down and glanced up at her, "All set, young lady; just up the stairs and end of the hall, room twelve. Though I must ask you to try and not damage much with your wings please." he asked kindly. Yet his eyes showed he expected something to break, even believed it to be inevitable. She aimed to prove it wrong.
With a nod and a small smile she made to venture further but stopped and turned to the kind man, "Why did you call Marie a Lynx?"
His brows crinkled in slight confusion but he answered anyway, "That's what Faunus trait she has, her ears are that of a Lynx, like how your wings are that of a bird," there was no condescending tone that she expected, just a simple answer to her simple question. Enough to piece together why she was treated the way she was by the shopkeep and guards from the other town.
The more things change… she cynically thought to herself. The only true threats to humanity were the Ruinous Powers and those aligned, Orks and the Tyranids. Not an Abhuman or regular Xeno. Some of the time...
Despite the superiority complex that the Eldar had, she was...pleasant enough. She did help evacuate Cadia and revive the Primarch after all.
She shook her head just enough to be noticed by the man, "I apologize, I am not from around here, so my knowledge is… limited," she gave him a small lopsided smile.
The man waved her off as if he knew and had seen it before, "Growing up in the frontier can lead to some educational issues, I've seen some Faunus not know what they are because their education was lacking. Makes life harder for the poor bastards like us, but life is never easy…" he gave a groan, "Ugh, enough of me rambling, go, shoo, sleep!" he ushered her away with a hand while he rubbed his eyes with the other.
The hall was much like the foyer with wood walls that made the hallway with six rooms on this floor, starting with six and her room sat at the end and numbered room twelve on the door. The room itself was a comfortable one as she observed it clockwise from the door; it held a queen sized bed with the head up against the wall to her left, a chest at the foot of it. A desk sat ahead of her by the window which had the curtains drawn shut and a small fireplace was off to the right in the corner with a small pile of wood next to it.
What she didn't expect was the door that was across from the foot of the bed, near the top right corner with the fireplace. Closing the door behind her, she moved deeper into the room and placed her sword gently on the bed as she passed it to make her way to the door and opened it. Inside she found a shower, sink with a large mirror above it and toilet. She was mainly concerned with the shower, with it she could not only clean herself but also her armour.
Celestine's eyes widened as she glanced back to where she came and let out a small sigh of relief, thankfully found no traces of the Creature's or bandit's blood in the carpet, "I should remove my armour away from the carpet…"
It ultimately took her less than half an hour to remove most pieces of armour, and as the last latch clicked open, her celestial wings faded, not really surprising her as they mainly manifested when the armour was on her being. She distractedly and slowly peeled the Fibro-muscle layer off to begin the long task of cleaning, leaving her in nothing.
She suspected the wings have a subconscious, psychic link to Saint Katherines armour; the wings had manifested before without the armour, but they were far and few between the centuries she'd lived, she counted the times to four that she remembered from her long life.
The first was at a siege on the edge of Imperium territory, against the Thousand Sons and the Black Legion. A few cultists, traitor guardsmen and Khorne Berserkers mixed within; the combination made even the two regiments of the Death Korp who were dispatched to slowly lose control of. Roughly a few hundred years into being a Saint if recalled correctly.
It ended with me being outnumbered by the traitor's reinforcements…
The dance of lasgun and bolter fire echoed distantly within her mind, to a tune only she knew for a few moments before it was all overshadowed by the distinctive rattling of a chain being spun, powered by the deep reverberating rev of an engine-
The sound of a piece of her armour hitting the tiled floor snapped her out of her memories with a miniscule jolt of her head in the direction of the sound. It was then she noticed that her armour was back to its golden glow, or in the case of the Aquila wings on the left shoulder pad, white and the gem that made the bird's body, back to its radiant sky blue.
The towel on the other hand…
She was certain it was a purple, not...whatever the culmination of grime and gore made the dark colour it now was.
Stood, carefully avoiding the bits of armour and placing the Greave she was finished cleaning out on the floor behind the desk, beginning the task of moving it all out so she could shower. As she turned to begin the task, she noticed the fireplace was not lit and the room was colder than she would have liked.
A few minutes later the woman found herself in front of a small fire that slowly began its own mission to heat the decently sized room.
By the time the armour was relocated out of the bathroom, the room was decently warmed but the logs of wood were nearly burnt out so she left them to their own fate while starting the shower. Discovering they were more temperamental than two taps should be and the water needing to heat, she moved to the sink to toss the filthy towel in the basket that rested next to the toilet but paused at her reflection.
It wasn't something she was used to seeing. Remembrances were common, however inaccurate, to show how she really appeared. Some showed her with dark skin, some blonde hair, others had her being carried by Cherubs while some gave her wings. She was both tall and short. Black like a Salamander, white as snow and any variation of skin tones. But that was the price of being a legend and myth to those you protect
She moved her head up, down and side to side as she observed her own blue eyes stared back no matter what direction she moved her head. She noticed how her skin was a lighter tone, her soft cheeks with a barely noticeable pink tinge, her nose a smoother, elegant one that complemented her lips that were neither full or thin like she had seen on her Sisters. Her face was distinguishable but not too much so; if she forwent her armour she believed she could pass as anyone else in the quiet town outside. It was all framed by a bob cut that ended an inch below her chin.
Her eyes travelled over what of her chest was visible in the mirror, her mind remembering all the wounds once married her body to her life as a Sister Repentia; a miss-healed scar that came down from the left of her neck to her right breast, a series of burns that covered her right shoulder to her wrist, shrapnel marks that peppered her entire chest and back.
The wounds faded away to the back of her memories, leaving her staring at her dirty, but woundless bare body in a slowly steaming mirror. She blinked and let air out her nose as she entered the shower, revering the warm water that cleansed her.
The streets were sprawling once again with people going to and from wherever they were needed under the afternoon sun, however, the main body of people consisted of Kingdom Guard, some Officials and a few Hunters that milled around the outside of the walls. Majority them sat on edge since their arrival to the small town of Arcadia to find nothing short of a slaughter; fifteen dead bandits. At least four were missing limbs, three burnt to death and the rest barely resembled Human or Faunus as the corpses were melted by, not only their stomach acids and fire, but also something far more potent that left no trace of what it was or how it worked.
Only the mangled corpses were of any indication of the substance ever existing in the first place.
Then there were the Bandits; from what had been discovered through the gruelling task of searching the bodies and questioning the denizens of the town, they were from a small gang that chose the name of "The Red Banner" and thought attacking a town near Vale proper was an idea for the ages.
The Red Banner's held the reputation of being uncaring towards life that wasn't their own, as evident by the six guards they killed before the 'Guardian' went to town on them, and were known for all types of trafficking; from drugs to weapons and even people- human or Faunus.
Equal opportunity slavers, Qrow mentally snorted.
The Kingdom Guard estimated they would have between twenty to thirty members left after this attack-gone-wrong. At least there's that good-ish news...
But for all their reputation was worth, they were no match for someone trained, "-an' then tha' Grimm came! An' the animal butchered them!" the local store owner continued to ramble to Qrow- who began to doubt the woman the further she got into the story.
That isn't to say he didn't doubt that Celestine annihilated not only the bandits and the Grimm, if their… he would say the Grimm were mutilated as well, but by comparison to the bandits corpses, the Grimm suffered a fate worse than he could imagine possible.
Hunters and Kingdom Guard were still finding bits of the Grimm scattered into the surrounding forest.
Qrow brought himself out of his musing, "Cerise, was it?" At the woman's nod he continued, "We know she was the one who took on the Grimm and the bandits, that she can...fly and make spontaneous combustion look like a good way to go-"
Cerise angrily exclaimed, "The animal scared us all half to death!"
If it wasn't for her you would be dead, you racist turd, he cast that thought aside and continued- "but, is there anything else you could gimme? Like what her semblance was or any indication of what it could be and where she went?"
Cerise stood in silence for a moment as she thought, her arms crossed over her chest in a protective manner. Her pinky-red eyes met Qrows, "Her eyes were on fire, and I think I saw goin' to Vale,"
"On fire?" he repeated cautiously as tingle shot violently up his spine,
"Yeah, blue an' wispy like! Oh! And she called herself a 'Living Saint'...the crazy animal thinks she works for the Gods..." the last part was mumbled barely loud enough for Qrow to hear but it was overshadowed by her confirmation.
One of the Maidens was here.
The tingle turned cold and as if pins were shot through his limbs. Qrow kept his voice calm as her thanked Cerise, as bigoted as she was, for her time and departed to the pub that sat slightly further down the street. Praying for it to be open the whole time. His flask was good, but not that good.
Mercifully, the pub was open for business. Probably to milk the most Lien as possible, he cynically mused to himself as he shoved the door open and bee-lined directly to the bar, "Vacuan Fireball, on the rocks," he ordered as he tossed some Lien onto the counter, which the Bartender sweeped up with his worn hands and stuffed it into his vest.
"Short or tall?" the bartender asked gruffly,
Qrow took no time to respond, "Short, thanks,"
A handful of seconds later the bartender placed a small glass of the Fireball with ice in front of the Hunter, who took it greedily and downed it in one go before requesting another and made his way to a corner. Sitting facing the rest of the bar he pulled out his scroll and diled Beacon's Headmaster.
One ring.
Two rings.
The third was cut off just before it started as Ozpin answered, "Were my suspicions correct, Qrow?"
Qrow let his eyes roll at the directness of the man, "there's something more important than that, Oz…"
Curiousness laced Ozpin's questioning "Oh?"
The gruff Hunter lowered his voice, "She's our Maiden from the other night, Oz"
Ozpin's breath could not be heard as the two sat in silence while the implication seeped in. If the woman, Celestine, was a Maiden, then one of the others… Damn convoluted rules!
The Headmaster spoke again, breaking the silence, "If that is true; She is making a move again and must be stopped, especially with the Atlas Vytal festival coming up," Ozpin took a breath, "I will inform the other headmasters and get James to start a search for…"
Qrow sighed, "She called herself a 'Living Saint' to the shopkeep and 'Celestine' to Ruby the other night. And how do you know She is?"
The Headmaster gave a hum of acknowledgement, "I do not know what she means by 'Living Saint' exactly. Nonetheless I'll request James to search for this 'Living Saint' on Solitas and in Argus, hopefully we find her before She does,"
"Why all the way out there?" Qrow queried despite his previous question being glossed over,
"If she is a Maiden, she can go anywhere with ease, Qrow; you should know this by now,"
An annoyed sigh pushed out his lips, "Yeah, Yeah! Amber thinks she's better off on her own…"
Ozpin's voice levelled out to a commanding tone, "find this Living Saint, General Ironwood will be charged with guarding Fria and I shall have Leonardo search for Amber. Spring is gone."
Qrow's eyes widened as the dots started to connect, "Raven…" he groaned, "that makes...this woman is the new Spring!?" the hunter loudly cursed, drawing odd looks from those in the bar. He mouthed a 'sorry' to them and rolled his eyes when they went back to whatever they were doing.
"Yes, Qrow, it appears your sister has disposed of Spring," the older man sighed, "Thankfully Fall was last seen near a port to Mistral, Winter is aging in Atlas under Ironwood's guard and Summer is off in the Vacuan deserts last we checked…"
"You mean; last time I nearly died." Qrow deadpanned then took a sip of his drink.
Ozpin chuckled and responded with, "Semantics." which was met with a half hearted 'fuck you' from Qrow.
"My point is that a new Spring has been selected and she must be informed of her powers and brought into the fold. Find her, Qrow. If needed I'll send Glynda to assist in your efforts,"
The Hunter snorted into his glass as he drank and pulled it away so he could speak, "I'll pass on her newfound Stick-Up-The-Ass attitude, thanks. Her holier than thou streak is getting annoying,"
A frustrated breath of air was heard over the scroll, "I'll do you a favour and not mention the insults to her. Very well, I have a school to run, keep me informed of any developments,"
"Will do, Oz. See ya 'round,"
A/N:
So apparently more people than I thought Liked this- yes the eight faves and thirteen follows is a lot to me- and I think that's because Celestine is Rarely used in fics. As for there being more 40k stuff, I don't plan on adding more, because Celestine is Overpowered as it is in the world of RWBY, anything more would be hard to balance without altering both universes.
Besides I wrote this as a 'What If' style of thing- "let's drop Celestine in and see what happens!" But I am considering roughly two or three things that MIGHT get added later. I just don't wanna hamfist 40k into it too much, the universe is so damn overpowered it's unfair to Remnant. Though I do need to slightly nerf Celestine so it isn't a walk in a park.
Don't worry, I'm not removing any of her abilities or making her grossly incompetent. I know what to do and I'll explain it when I show it off in the coming chapters to make sure everyone is on the same page.
Speaking of chapters, don't expect an overly consistent upload; I'm a 20 year old who works and has ADD, but I will try to aim for once a month or release them when they meet a good quality. I'll be changing the Synopsis a little once I come up with a better one, so be prepared for that.
Also, I have no idea what I'm doing; I wrote the first chapter while bored and didn't plan ahead for people to like it as much as I probably should have… I'm also gonna try to not do the author note and review thing too much, I don't want chapters to look longer than they really are. And time to move to the reviews,
YermakGundyr: "Interesting read here, first time I read a RWBY/40k fic that focuses on Saint Celestine and I'm looking forward for more of her crusade on Remnant. And from the Rip N' Tearin that she did at the end, theres definitely a huge chance that she's definitely going to be mistaken as a Maiden from Salem or Raven."
That is the point of having Celestine here, there ain't many fics in general that use her- last time I checked there were five in 40k tag and none in the crossover, she doesn't even have a character tag- and I just like her character, hell, the Sisters of Battle are one of my favorite factions. And the idea of having her mistaken as a Maiden by Mommy Salami, Ozpidia and Co. was not one that crossed my mind until your review, so I, uh, kinda used it and wrote this chapter in between work because it really gave me a few ideas to roll with. As for her little crusade across Remnant, well I have an idea or two that will require "BFG Division But In High Gothic," I just need to, Ya know, make progress and set shit up first.
C313st14: "I'm getting a feeling that being saved by Celestine will be pretty influential to Ruby's life, and there's also a possibility of Ruby containing a fragment of the Emperor's soul considering her silver eyed powers.
Anyways, cool fic, faved and followed"
I do have a few ideas how Celestine will impact the world of Remnant and the main cast, especially Ruby. As for the fragment of Big E being with Ruby, the idea is actually a really good one but as I said up top, I don't wanna fuck with both Universes too much… but hey, you never know! and thanks for the Fave and Follow!
Uh, Yeah, that's it… any constructive criticism is very welcome and encouraged. Hopefully I do Celestine and any expectations justice given the fact I don't know what I'm doing. And no Celestine is not secretly Summer Rose.
Just wanted to stop that before it started popping up.