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3rd POV
Chicago East Pilson, May 3rd 1926
The scene opens up on a large four story building in East Pilson. Pulling into the window of third floor. Inside a single room was a familiar looking figure sleeping inside. As he struggles to sleep in his bed, the door slowly opens. Something or someone slowly moved in. Silently stepping forward. As the figure got closer, and closer the man's eye slightly opened as he felt a disturbance. Just then the sheets was pulled back and a loud roar can be heard before a shadowy figure leapt on top of him.
"Awwwwwww… you got me." The man said jokingly as he is revealed to be Schmidt who was faking being attacked. As he pulls his little attacker off him, it's revealed to be a young child, four years old and giggling as her papa held her up. She had a dark completion with brown semi curly hair. Already dressed in school blouse and neckerchief.
"Tehhee daddy, guess what day is it? Guess what Day it is!" the Little girl said with a playful laughter as he held her above him.
"I don't know, is it… Christmas?" Schmidt asked jokingly.
"Heh no." The little girl said.
"Easter?" Schmidt asked again.
"No papa, no!" The little girls said giggling.
"Oh I know… teachers appreciation day?" Schmidt said jokingly again.
"Daaaaaaaaaad." The little girl said almost believing her papa did forget about today.
"I know, it's your birthday!" He said before pulling her in to give her a kiss on her ticklish cheek. She lets out a small giggle as her papa kissed her cheek before pulling back. "Now, how did you get out of bed?"
"Eh hem." Another voice calls from the side. Looking over he see's Yang She was semi dressed in a summer dress as she leans against the door with a wheelchair by her side. She then walked in with the wheelchair remarks, "She had a little hand from her favorite Big Sis."
She waved her robotic arm about in a manner that no human hand can physically work. Which made Schmidt's daughter Abigale clap in amazement before she was picked up by Yang and set down in the wheelchair. "Now, let your old man get dress we got a lot of work to do for your birthday."
"Ok, can we have pancakes?" Abigale asked as she turned to Yang.
"Already started on a batch." Yang said as she rolled Abigale out of the room. As she does, she turns to Schmidt and in a more serious tone. "Get dress as well. Got a phone call from Skip about something big. Boss wants us to meet him at his place as soon as we can."
Schmidt returned to his serious look giving a nod, one that he tend to have on when doing business. Yang closes the door and Schmidt quickly got dressed into his three piece suit. As he looks himself in the mirror, slowly tying a Balthus knot he can see in his own reflection a bloodier, military uniformed version of himself. The fields of France in the background of his mangled self and the never ending sound of whistling shells that crash in the distance. It was becoming a bit much and he finally looked away. Down at his dresser where a photo of his late wife… one that was taken a day before she left. He stares at it before letting out a small sigh. He pulls out a small tablet of morphine his doctor recommended he takes. He was a bit hesitant but given it's his daughters birthday he decided to take half, keep himself lucid but not crazy. Looking back up in the mirror he didn't see that nightmarish vision and goes about getting dress.
Walking out into the quaint dining room he sees his daughter snacking away at a small tray of burnt pancakes. Abigale didn't mind as she seemingly nibbled on it getting maple syrup all over her face. Chuckling, Schmidt walked over to the sink and runs a towel under some water. He then quickly cleaned his daughters face.
"Now, now birthday girl. Let's try and keep a clean face. We are going to zoo after school." He said as he cleans her face.
This seemed to excite Abigale who asked with a wide smile. "Can we see the elephants?!"
"Of course. Of course." He said as he gives his daughter one more kiss on the cheek before putting together a plate of pancakes. Course he took one bite before making a sour face. Looking up at Yang she gives a nervous chuckle as suddenly another pancake she was cooking caught fire.
After a rather interesting breakfast Yang, accompanied Schmidt and Abigale down before she throws on her Jacket and gloves. Walking over to her Yellow Brough Superior ss100, she assists Abigale into the side care before folding the wheelchair. Applying a helmet to Abigale, Schmidt motioned to her. "Take her to school and meet me at the Lexington in an hour. Got to run some chores before tonight."
"Sure. You don't want me to tag along when I'm done dropping off your kid?" Yang asked Schmidt.
"Naw, actually could you go to the Bon repos? Then to Lulgi's? He hadn't paid up his insurance, yet." Schmidt remarks. Yang gives a nod before getting on her bike and kickstarts the bike.
"Bye bye daddy!" Abigale said as she waved Schmidt off as the two drove down the street. Schmidt waved back and watched as the two for Bronzeville. After watching for a few moments he then turns around and heads down the street. He had some chores to do.
Chicago has reached a rather turbulent time. Since last year, what had been dubbed by the press as the Beer Wars has been raging between the North, and South side gangs. So far this war has been skirmishes and random bombings. It can be exhausting, to look behind ones back or check every damn time for bombs under the car. But Schmidt had made peace with death back in France. Chicago ain't different. What keeps him up at night is the thought of his daughter or anything bad happening to her. He'd made it very clear to everyone what happens when you fuck with this mans family. But in this line of business there will be some wise guy who thinks he will be the one to succeed. It's why he'd agreed to do just about anything for his boss. Every penny is spent solely on his daughter. Already he had begun saving for school, medicines, and other means on top of a personal checking that will keep her out of poverty for her life. If there is one thing, he and Al have in common it's that neither one wants their child to live their kind of life.
However since learning from that Pipsqueak Jaune about Yang's… abilities. Schmidt has been more at ease with his daughters safety. Yang was already the toughest gal, hell the toughest person he knew; but after learning about Remnant, Aura's, and especially Yang's Semblance. He had a feeling that an army of the Kaiser's best might want to start running for the hills, let alone any ambitious two bit gangsters with a chip on their shoulders. Walking down the street he made a stop at a local place, buying ingredients to make a cake. As he walks out, someone bumps into him. Nearly causing Schmidt to drop his groceries
"Watch it, freak." He remarks crudely as he carried on down the street. Muttering about the freakshow or something about Schmidt's Scar.
Schmidt shrugged it off. He didn't had time to personally deal this asshole a lesson in respect. That's when he noticed some cops who saw this. They looked at Schmidt as if expecting an order. It took him a few moments before realizing they were on the take. Rolling his eyes as he'd figured what they want, he gives a nod to them and with a taciturn consent the two head down the street to straighten out that rude induvial. Heading back to his home, he came upon a legless veteran on the street, holding out his old helmet, asking in a raspy voice that was destroyed by gas. "Spare some… (Gasp) change for a (gasp) Vet?"
He hadn't made much, not that veterans didn't receive much sympathy in the states in comparison to Europe, but he was a black veteran. In comparison to their lighter skin toned brothers in arms they be lucky if the state cared to give them a pension. Once again the old veteran asked, "Spare (Gasp) some change?"
Schmidt stopped beside him before asking, "Rank and unit?"
The veteran turns to Schmidt, spotting the scar on his face and that cold thousand yard stare he could identify him as a fellow veteran. Responding to Schmidt with the best tone he could muster, "Private first (Gasp) class Arties Walkens, (Gasp) 8th Illinois National (Gasp) Guard, 33rd Golden (Gasp) Cross Division."
"Hmm, You boys were at Argonne Forest right?" Schmidt asked as he pulls out his wallet.
"We were… (Gasp) and you sir (Gasp)?" The veteran asked as Schmidt slips a twenty into the veterans Helmet.
"Sergent Jacob Schmidt, 1st Pennsylvania National guard, 28th Keystone Division." Schmidt said as he puts his wallet away and picks up his bag of groceries. "Keep yourself fed Private. Tell the women at the front desk at the Soup Kitchen On 935 S. State St. Jacob Schmidt sent you. She'll get you someplace better than the homeless shelters."
"(Gasp) I… Thank you sir." The veteran said before saluting. Schmidt replied with a salute before parting ways.
As he is walking back, he came upon an alleyway where that rude man was being taught the error of his way. At the end of a police baton. He can be heard begging for his life as the two cops beat him senselessly. After a few moments, Schmidt called out to them. "That's enough officers."
"You sure sir? If you let one apple ruin the bunch." The officer said before kicking him down.
"It be cheaper for him to end up in the hospital, then the morgue." Schmidt reminds them. Hesitantly, or reluctant they stopped. Schmidt walking towards the police before handing them the bag of groceries. He kneels down to the man before grabbing him by his collar. "Now, I'm not sure you know this, but guys like me were not born freaks. We were made this way when we were sent over to Europe. So tell me, Mr…"
"(Sniff) Cowan's." The man said in a cowering tone through blood covered lips.
"Mr. Cowans. If you think this is face is so deformed. It's the price many braver men and women then you had paid for our liberty. Keep that in mind, the next time you decide to open that big mouth of yours." Schmidt said firmly as he pulls the man up.
"Will do… (Sob) I'm sorry… (Whimper) thank you for your (sniff) service." The man said between the sobs of pain.
"You're welcome." Schmidt said before pushing the man into the police's arms. Now addressing the two, placing a few bucks into their hands while he does. "Make sure Mr. Cowans make it to a hospital. Automobile accidents are common this time of year."
"Will do Mr. Sc… er, Sir." The officer said as he pockets the cash. The other hands back Schmidt's groceries. Taking it back Schmidt makes his way out of the alleyway while the two cops dragged the man to the hospital. After making sure his memory was correct that it was a car that smashed his arm in.
Schmidt soon made his way to his apartment where he quickly begins putting together the cake batter. Truth be told he wasn't much of a cook. Burned more eggs than most. But he had gotten better since his wife… well… let's say he burned less eggs now. Yang on the other hand seemed to know a thing or two… but knowing how to make something and making it was two entirely different things. She doesn't recall how, but she seemed to know how to make a really good cookie. Not sure what it's called but it was like a butternut scone with chopped up bits of chocolate. Proved really popular with his daughter and the family. Talks of opening a bakery as a front and selling these goods came up a few times, but until things calm down it's tabled. As he was lost in thoughts on his daughter and Yang, he quickly finishes the cake batter. Storing it away in the fridge for Yang to cook later. He removes the apron and goes to clean himself off before getting redressed. Dealing with his flour coated suit some other time. Leaving the apartment to go see his boss. Hopefully it isn't something crazy.
Meanwhile with Yang, she had dropped Abigale off at school. Bronzeville was not the best place. While not segregated like the south. The entire city clomped majority of black folks into this neighborhood. But they made do with it and in recent years have begun to grow. The school Abigale attended was fairly basic, but due to public donations made by certain legitimate and respectable businessmen. It had improved and became more accessible for girls like Abigale.
Once she was dropped off, Yang went on to do her own business. Heading towards downtown, she entered a midsize hotel called the Bon repos, where a number of women can be seen lounging and loitering in flashy clothes and various brands and class of cigarettes. As they smoke and drink they were all approached by various men that are to different degrees intoxicated, paying them with drink for conversation and some greens for the time upstairs. But when she enters the girls suddenly straightened up and the few men who weren't thinking straight due to the alcohol approached her.
"Well, hello good looking. You clocking in? Heh my John can help clock you in." He said drunkenly as he eyed Yang up and down. Before she can tell the pervert to walk away she heard another voice from behind..
"Ignore him. Boy's John shorter than an Asian man." He said while checking her out. Only to make the mistake of going for her hair. "That said. I'm sure I can show you how a Welsh man does business."
He was about to touch her hair when Yang suddenly turned around and grabbed their arms. They let out a yelp of agony as Yang twist their arms to nearly snapping when someone came out of the back. "Oy, who's fuckin with the regulars!?"
Looking over her shoulder she see's a familiar face. It was a rather fat Italian man, with a close friend beside him holding a bat. They suddenly stopped when seeing Yang who smirked before suddenly snapping the two's arms. As the perverts screamed in pain, Yang addressed them. "Joey, Vito. Didn't know you were working the books today."
"Damn it Yang. Those two are my best customers… and you know how I hate being called that." The fat one said as he points to the two on the ground.
"Well they sure don't know how to respect a lady." Yang said smugly as she walked over them. Her arms held out wide. "Specially one that don't work here on Mondays."
"(Sigh) Was honestly expecting Schmidt to make the rounds. Don't see you come in except when you want a slice of the action. Speaking of… you here for your usual Raven heads?" He asked that last bit in a hushed tone. The mob didn't care much for homosexuals, least when it came to women bull-dagger. Yang was a sort of open secret amongst the mob. But besides sleeping with fairer of the sexes, she also slept with around with a few of the dollboys on hand. But recently she had stopped partaking in the fruits of the mobs Gamora.
"Naw, gave that up after meeting a boy from school. Not sure why I didn't go for him before. Packing a longer and stiffer heater then these two small pricks combine." Yang said she made a small dick gestor while pointing to the two perverts on the ground.
"Fuck you bitch!" One screams out only for Vito to walk over and swing a bat close to his face.
"Watch your lip you limp dick peeping tom. We are in the middle of something." He cursed the pervert before turning back to Yang. Joe then asked as his friend walked over to his side.
"So you're here to collect you and Schmidt's monthly cut?" He asked Yang.
"That and the bosses. Asked us to bring it by when we head to the Lexington." Yang explains.
"Aw, shit. Sounds serious. If he wants it early." Joe said as he motioned for Yang to follow into the back. Yang gives a nod before following Joe and Vito into the back. Before closing the door to the office he called out, "Can someone get Vinnie on these two schmucks?! Their ruining the atmosphere for everyone!"
Inside the office. Vito and Joe brought Yang to a side safe where the teller is opening the cash. As they were handing her fat stacks of 20's. As they do, Joe asked, "So any plans today?"
"Some, beyond seeing what the boss wants." Yang said as she crosses her arms.
"Really? Cause if your free my friend Vito here is going to be moving into his new home since his sister got hitch and her husband is kicking him out." Joe offered as he begins packing the money.
"It ain't like that… but yeah I could use a hand in getting my stuff moved in." Vito said as he pulls a pack of smokes, offering Yang one.
"Be some good booze, good tones from your boy in New York, and if you want we can set you up with someone just for the evening. Nothing but the best for my friend here." Joe said still trying to convince Yang to come. She chuckles as she takes the money.
"Sorry, sounds a lot of fun but like I said I got plans today. It's Abigale's birthday." Yang explains as she takes the money.
"Oh, Schmidt's little kid is all growing up now?!" Joe said as he perks up. "How old is she now?"
"Just turned five. Wanted to make her day special so we will be going to the zoo." Yang said with a smile.
"Well, ain't that grand." Vito said. He was more stoic of the two but he seemed to be genuinely happy. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out five dollars. "Here, buy the little one something from the gift shop. Tell her that it's a gift from me and Uncle Joey."
Joe raises his voice ready to say something when Vito interrupts him. "Yeah, I'm covering for you. You can pay me back the five some other day."
"Aw, thanks guys. I'll be sure to let her know." Yang said as she takes the cash. Giving a small kissy face she walked out of the hotel. Passing by the two perverts who was being taken into the back by Vinnie and a few meatheads. After discussing the consequences of breaking the terms of their establishment.
Walking out, she decides to walk to Luigi's. Give her some time to stretch her legs. Walking through the alleyways, she passed by a group of hoodlums who gave a wolf whistle. One of the leers, slowly walked up behind her. "Hey cute thing, what's in the suitcase? Chance I can take a peek?"
He reaches for the suitcase only for Yang to turn around and grab his hand, crushing it to the point of cracking his wrist bones. As he Hollard in pain, those who were leering seeing this quickly got off their ass and raced away as the poor sap was left alone to deal with an angry Yang. As she cracks his arm, she was about to snap it, when she stopped. Her eyes returned to normal, and she lets go of the pervert. Throwing him to the ground. Not letting him get up as she pinned him to the ground.
"Do not. Ever. Go near me. Or this part of town. Else next time I won't just leave you with a broken wrist bone." Yang threatened him.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure. I'll stay away… wait what wris-SNAP-t… Awwwwhhhhhhhhaaaaaaa!" Before the punk could finish Yang then snaps the punks hand. He lets out a loud scream of anguish as he falls to the ground, holding his hand in agony as Yang walks off not looking back as the suffering she caused.
Walking on, she made her way to a small Italian restaurant that acts as a front for a speak easy. Entering inside the manager turns to greet only to stammer. "Oh, Mio Dio... signora Long."
"Signora Xiao Long, Luigi. And relax. I'm here to pick up your payment." Yang said as she puts down the suitcase on the bar counter.
"Um… well, um of course… I might be a bit shy this month." Luigi said nervously as slowly begins to empty out the register when Yang stopped her.
"By how much?" Yang asked with a serious look.
"Only by one… two… two hundred and fifty." He said nervously. Yang pulls back as she rolls her eyes when the restaurant owner pleads his case. "Please, Signora Xiao Long. This beer war going on has affected my customers worse than prohibition. I can't get anything good."
"So that's our fault?" Yang asked in a serious tone.
"I… I… I… I." The owner begins to choke on his words when Yang suddenly burst into laughter.
"Heh, heh, heh, heh. I'm just messing with you. We know you aren't getting top shelf stuff. That's why you are getting a break." Yang said as she pats Luigi on the shoulder.
"R-R-R-Really? Oh, Grazie mille, signora Xiao Long. Grazie." He said with a look of joy that said he could kiss her.
"Don't get so lovie Dovie Luigi. It's only for this month. By then we should have a shipment of wine coming in from Spain." Yang remarks as she takes the protection payment.
"Will that be a fact? If I can get even one I could sell it to my more influential customers at a steeper price." He said with a smile.
"Just a rumor. Don't bank on it but at the same time expect nothing but good things from the boss." Yang said as she realized the time. "Oh, speaking of. I got to get going. Wouldn't want to keep the big guy waiting."
"Understood, Buona fortuna e auguri, signora Xiao Long!" He says as Yang leaves the restaurant and the scene cut's to Black.
Opening up inside the famed Lexington hotel. Schmidt was outside smoking with one of the Bellhops when a familiar motorcycle drove up. Stopping at the front, Yang gets off and throws the keys to the bellhop. Remarking with a cheerful note, "I don't want to see a scratch on the old girl."
Nodding nervously, the bellhop discards the cigarette and quickly goes to place the bike somewhere safe. As he does Yang goes up and pluck the cigarette from Schmidts lips. "So, kept you waiting long?"
"Just a few, everything went alright?" Schmidt asked as he exhaled the smoke from his lip.
"Yeah, some punks tried to get fresh with me… Gave em a little love tap for their trouble." Yang said before taking a drag from the cigarette.
"Thought your boyfriend didn't want you smoking those?" Schmidt asked as she watches Yang smoked.
"What he doesn't know won't kill him." Yang said before falling into a coughing fit.
"Well better see what the big man wants." Schmidt said before taking back his cigarette. Taking a drag before throwing the cigarette to the side. Entering inside with Yang following and coughing behind him, the two entered the hotel. Passing through the lobby before coming to a private elevator. Two tough guys stood by it before giving a nod as they entered. Heading to the penthouse suite, they got off to find a miner party going on.
Pretty girls, expensive booze, and tracks from the hottest musicians of the day. Truly this was a decade to roar. Passing by a few of the flirty girls, they made their way to the head office. Inside the office, on his desk was smoking ash tray with a bottle of Canadian hooch. A slightly chubby man is sitting in an expensive chair. While he does he seems to be necking on a scantily dressed girl who giggle as he felt her up. After a few moments he noticed the two and let her go.
"Sorry toots, but business comes first." He said as he flashes her a grin with two scars over his chin.
"Oh come on Snorky, I don't mind putting on a show." The girl flirts as the man smirks.
"And I'm sure you would but sadly this is private. Come back in a bit. I'll give you a real Italian sausage." He said as he gives her a little love slap on the ass. The women let's out a small giggle as she walked out. Once out and the door was closed did the man become serious as he takes the large Cuban from his desk. "Glad you two made it on time."
"Wasn't much trouble sir. Though I'd prefer we wrap whatever business up as quickly as possible for today." Schmidt said in a serious tone.
"Hey, when you became a member you were told to put this family before any other." The scar face man said in a threatening tone. The two stared at one another for a few moments before they let out a small chuckle. With the scar face man himself going into a full fit of laughter. "I'm only fucking with you. Yeah I know it's your kid's birthday. How old is she?"
"Five now Mr. Capone." Schmidt said with a smirk.
"Heh five huh? God I remember when Sonny turned five… god does time fly by." The man known as Al Capone said with a hint of nostalgia. "Maybe one day we can have the two over. A deaf kid, and a crippled one? Sounds like a tale the of the lady and the tramp made by a soft hearted socialist."
"So long as we keep our business dealings out of their line of sight I'm fine with that." Schmidt remarks before becoming serious. "Now, what is it you need boss?"
"So serious isn't he Yang… but fine. I got a job for you two's. And it's pretty far." Capone said as he takes a drag from his cigar. As he exhales he continued. "See, since the whole incident in China Town out in New York went our friend Mr. Luciano wants to expand the idea of a united front. He had branched out to some… like minded associates. One of them being a fellow down south. That armpit of a town called Tampa Bay."
"Heard of it… suppose to be a war going on down there." Schmidt remarks as he leans back into his seat. Reaching for his own cigarettes when his boss stopped him and offered him a Cuban instead. As he takes it, he explained further.
"Yeah, you ain't wrong. But something weird happened. Apparently the two warring family's. Don Santo Trafficante who leads are fellow Sicilians son fell for the daughter of Cuban boss; Jefe Joseph Lopez. Rather this turn out like Romeo and Juliet Luciano managed to mediate a truce. It will be on their wedding night if you can believe that." Capone explains as he shakes his head, not in disappointment but by the absurdity of it.
"So where does that put me and Schmidt into this?" Yang asked Capone.
"Glad you ask Iron Arm. See this is a golden opportunity for us to rub some shoulders. A number of folks from local and distant family's will be visiting. And while Luciano is busy dealing with his own problems, he asked me to send a fellow down to, mediate." Capone answers as he exhales the smoke. "People from as far as Las Angelese, Boston, Detroit, Saint Louis. Hell I'd heard that Greek broad you met in Arkham is sending someone to attend. Speaking of, were you two conversing or something? Cause those shipments come with a rather… interesting set of letters."
Capone then reaches in and puts some letters. Picking through them Schmidt and Yang found… well they were rather flirtatious, with one containing a photo. Both Capone and Yang gave a wide tooth smirk as Schmidt slowly placed away the photo. "I er um… was busy to respond."
"Sure Schmidty, sure you were." Yang said as she tried to hide the ever growing smirk on her face.
"(Sigh) when you want us to head out?" Schmidt said quietly as he pockets the letter.
"Heh heh, next week. Train leaves on Sunday. Takes you to Orlando where you will meet with some associates from Detroit. Got word from Ramond Bernstein that he is sending an enforcer to oversee the proceedings. He secured a car and I secured him a ticket. Fellow by the name of Butch." Capone instruct.
"Alright. Will see to it boss. Is their anything else?" Schmidt asked as he takes one more drag from the Cuban.
"No, now enjoy your day and I'll go about enjoying mine." He remarks as he leans back in his chair, enjoying his smoke.
"Ok, will do sir." Schmidt said with a nod as he and Yang take their leave.
"I'll be sure to save you some cake." Yang said cheekily as they leave to which Capone chuckled.
"Oh, I'll hold you to that Iron arm. I'll hold you to that." Capone called out as he leans back and laughs through the exhale of smoke as the scene cuts to black.
Opening up on a familiar stage, recently repaired and renovated. At the center stage sits the host who is holding a comic book, reading it before noticing the audience; "Oh, Hello everybody. Wombag1786 here. Been to long but it's good to be back."
"Now some exciting news for those who hadn't noticed. I've retired the old cover art. It did its duty and now it can retire. The polls came in and the winner for the next Cover Art is "The Jade Tiger of the East!" Full credit to MarloMora (Deviantart) for the grand work"
"Honestly is it strange that I like the little Chibi character in the corner then the art itself? Don't get me wrong I love the art but I like them more. In any case I also as a bonus had the artist who made it, made another cover art for a future Arc. "La Calavera De Azucar Olvidada!" And a comic adaptation of The Dead lights (chapter 2 Scene 3)"
But back to the story. This one is a more wholesome chapter, slow to the plot but it's important. We see what's life outside of the horrors for Schmidt and Yang, and this is the first appearance of Schmidt's Daughter Abigale… my god she's precious. I'd like to do more chapters like this one, where the characters are living their lives. No mythos, or craziness. Might be good to break up the strangeness of the Mythos and help build character. Let me know your thoughts cause the next chapter, well things will get interesting. Be a bit slow at the beginning but…. Well I guarantee Crimson will have a heart attack.:
From Jacob9594: I'm glad you're enjoying the intro, I do wonder can you spot the hidden mystery I've slowly been planting? The clues are there just not visible
Thanks for writing Jacob9594
From Blackwing8: Well… as peaceful as one can get in France, lol!
She is… "Familiar" and without giving to much away she is a cannon character from RWBY… but where? From I wonder? That is for you to figure out… I'm sure it won't take to long… ish.
Yes, the first Earthling… well living human earthling to have an aura and soon a Semblance. I'd wonder what it will be?
Tee-hee, I won't say. But something tells me you have seen the signs. Yes, well they still going at it… well Yang has. R.I.P's Jaunes Pelvises bones… they died as how many wish they could.
Though on the subject the two will be separate for awhile, as Jaunes music now reached an international audience, so he's taking a tour of Europe. He will definitely be meeting up with some old friends.
Till the next chapter.
Thanks for writing Blackwing8
From Dan114200: Heh not quite. You're close but it isn't Glynda in the painting, though good guess. As to what Qrow and Ozpin/Oscar doing… I'd assume flirting in the void with their hated enemies.
"Yeah, when Pyrrha found out about it she was not happy. Just ask Crimson. He tried to stop her from destroying more of the props and sets and well… hey Crimson, how's your ass doing? The boot came out fine right?"
Looking to the left of the stage, Crimson can be seen rolling out in a wheel chair. "First off it wasn't a boot, it was her stellates. And it did not. Honestly the headache wasn't so bad. But my ribs are still broken."
Ouch… well, you can see by that.
Anyways; Thanks for writing Dan114200
From CrimsonWeresloth: Again, I told you before it's not your OC. Did you forget when Pyrrha smashed that Grand Piano on your head… repeatedly?
"First off it wasn't a boot, it was her stellates. And it did not. Honestly the headache wasn't so bad. But my ribs are still broken." Crimson said
Thanks for writing CrimsonWeresloth
From Vanessa Seraphine: I already have an artist. And while I'm flattered for the work I've been burned by one to many to take the word of a stranger. I wish you luck going forward but must decline any offer.
Thanks for writing Vanessa Seraphine
"Well, that's that… nothing more to say. Please do check out the amazing artwork by MarloMora (Deviantart), and leave a comment or question bellow. Fav and Fol the story as we are about to get into one of the most diabolical story lines yet. Till then this is wombag1786 sign…" Before Wombag could finish his closing statement he suddenly fell over, almost as if he was suffering from a heart attack, as the scene cuts to black.