The Arc Realities Chapter 3: Inner Circle Part 2
(Sneak peek)
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Hours earlier...
A portal opens, and figures walk out and find themselves in a museum. The hallway is a majestic ornate world reminiscing of a Neuschwanstein castle, chandeliers hanging in regular intervals shining warm light from the high ceilings. The polished floor of the white hallway reflected the light on marble wood, gleaming like it was full of stars. As you can guess, this was inspired by the tomb of Nararick. It wouldn't hold a candle to the Elites of Atlas architecture. It was Professor Ozpin, with Glynda Goodwitch and James Ironwood by his side, followed by Qrow Branwen and Winter Schnee.
"What the heck, Jimmy!? Are we in Atlas?" Qrow exclaimed his disdain towards the General
"Of course, an uncouth like you would think that. But sadly this architecture is far more superiorly
beautiful than Atlas." Winter Schnee sneers at the drunk
"I must agree. The architecture here is nothing I've ever seen. Have any of you?" Glnyda awe such beauty.
"No. Ozpin." the General states on alert, remembering they just exited the elevator and found themselves in a different area, not the secret floor in Beacon.
"I haven't either. Nor heard of anything that could hold a candle to this museum." Ozpin replied, looking in every direction, and without a doubt, every piece held foreign magic that he never felt or seen before.
"But check this out. That is the biggest sword I've ever seen, and is that me?" Qrow approached the displays of enormous broadswords. It is approximately five to six feet long from tip to handle, with a single-edged large blade approximately one foot wide. The handguard is colored gold with an ornate swirl design, the part of the blade bearing the two holes is raised slightly and sectioned off from the rest of the blade, and there is detailed plating set on the blade on each side along the blunt edge. The handle appears to be made of red leather.
In front of the display is a miniature painted portrait of Qrow wearing a uniform he doesn't recognize in black trousers and combat boots with a pattern black shirt with shoulder pads and suspenders to the waist belt.
Lying on the floor like his on death bed, Yet even though he was at death's door, he gave a sweet smile, a genuine smile, to the one who saved him. Jaune Arc, wearing the same uniform with a fresh cut across his cheek. Curiosity took the best of Qrow and picked up the painting, but as soon his hand made contact, that painting rippled like water and came to life seeing Qrow in the painting first spoke.
"Jaune...you have my thanks." He smiles as he passes the buster sword to Jaune. As the sword was in Jaune's hand, Qrow's eyes closed with a smile without regret. Jaune gasped as tears slowly flowed down his cheeks. As Jaune continued to cry, someone walked past him, Yet Jaune didn't notice till he heard Qrow's voice.
"Embrace your dreams..." his voice echoes as he walks to the light.
"if you want to be a hero, you gotta have dreams..." he stopped before light and looked over his shoulder for one last look at Jaune.
"And honor..." he smiles and is proud of Jaune as Jaune stands, raises the sword, and rests his head against the face in a silent prayer.
"Thank you, Qrow..." he whispers.
He had always thought he was a bad omen, never to help someone or make a difference. But seeing that, he felt meaning.
Ironwood and winter notice on another item inside a glass display case. They were James's twin pistols, Due Process with Winter's brooch with a red ruby. Winter checked if the brooch was still on her tie close to her neck, while Ironwood noticed these pistols weren't his. Compared to his originals, these pistols were modified to look like his, yet they function differently. He saw a scroll by its side and picked it up, hoping for an explanation. Winter looks over the General to watch a video that looks like one of the Atlas military shooting range of a POV camera, seeing one of Due Process being fired down on the shooting range till all the ammo is empty. And all landed on the center of the head and chest accurately. It greatly impresses both the general and the Specialist.
"Now, Jaune, it's your turn." A woman's voice called, holding the camera that the two military personnel didn't recognize. The camera swerves to a young boy in an Atlas uniform, with Winter behind him watching the young boy.
Winter blush, seeing how cute and adorable he is in an Atlas uniform.
"Yes, mu-I mean ma'am!" Jaune salutes in an Atlas uniform, but this Jaune is a child. He pulled his Due Process and fired till empty. It was a bit more spread out, but it's within the target's vital areas. Which again impresses the two military personnel.
"I did! I did! Did you see that!?" The child cheers but quickly composes himself and salutes.
The POV knelt down and gave the boy a hug. "I did. I'm proud of you, son." Even though they can't see the woman, they know she truly cares for her son.
"Thanks, Mum." Jaune smiles, then turns to Winter triumphantly, and his chest puffs up.
"What do you think, Winter? It's pretty cool, huh?" Winter giggles a bit about how adorable he is trying to impress her.
"Yes, Jaune, that was pretty cool." Winter smiled as she patted his head, and Jaune pouted.
"Winter quit treating me like a kid. I can protect both you and Atlas! So you have nothing to fear!" Jaune proclaims without realizing what he said, as both Winter Blush on his proclaims, but quickly composes herself before Jaune notices.
"You're right, and for that, you should be rewarded. Close your eyes." As Jaune did, Winter tied her tie off with her brooch around his neck.
"Okay, now open them." Winter smiles as he sees Jaune in awe of the brooch around his neck.
"Now, if you excuse me, I have other matters to attend to. Ma'am," she salutes to the camera and leaves the shooting range. But before she left the area, Jaune called out to her.
"Winter!" she stops and sees Jaune's bright red face.
"When I graduate and join the Atlas military, will you wait for me!?" Jaune announced that Winter flushed red.
"Oh my..." Jaune's mother smiles.
Winter composed herself and turned her back to Jaune.
"Do more than just Graduate. To be my equal or to even stand by my side. You must be the number one student on your own terms. Understood?" Winter orders in an authorities tone.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Jaune salute.
"then I'll be waiting..." Winter smiles, looking over her shoulder as the video stops there.
Winter looked away, curious about her relationship with the young boy, and simultaneously felt scandalous. The General is interested in the woman who was holding the camera. It was apparent from the interaction between her and Jaune that the mother and child have one of his Due Processes. She shows military training and is a higher rank than Winter since Winter saluted her. It's without a doubt that the woman might be his wife. But the question is, who? He stares at Glynda, thinking of that question.
The combat instructor took notice of a manikin in a glass case dress in formal wear, in black pants, a white shirt, and a black tie with a purple design of vines and with glasses. On its waist was a utility belt with a book strap on the side, and finally, on its hand, black fingerless gloves with crusted design studs on the knuckles and on one what looked like what best describes is a sliver wand with gold ornate swirl design from the handle to the tip of the wand. This impressed the combat instructor by looking at the gear; this person is an all-around combatant covering all fighting areas, from support to close combat.
Hanging on its shoulders, wearing like a cape, is a black robe with a purple interior and white detail embroidered on the wrist of the large sleeve. On its lapel shook the combat instructor to her core as she saw a badge of her tiara emblem, and the only reason he was wearing that could only mean one thing. To her surprise, she sees a family portrait of herself with a young boy sitting on her lap who looks closely like Jaune Arc and a man standing by her side with his hand on her shoulder and his face torn off from the picture.
Just as soon as she picked up the photo, it immediately shifted to Ozpin's office, where she was talking to Ozpin and reading a resume.
"I will admit Glynda. With his experience, he'll be a great addition to Beacon Staff. But are you sure you want to do this?" Ozpin praises but shifts to concern at the end.
"As your assistant, Ozpin. He will be a great asset to Beacon Academy. But as her mother..." she gave a stern look but softened of concern like any mother would be for her child.
"This is the only way to protect my son from him. And he won't stop at nothing to find him. So please, Ozpin...help my son." She beg, almost in tears, knowing if the Headmaster didn't, she knows she'll lose her son, which surprise Ozpin to see the cold, stern combat instructor become a fragile mother.
"Very well, Glynda. Call him in." Ozpin ordered as Glynda thanked the Headmaster and called in their guest.
A few minutes passed till the elevator dinged open, and walked out was a young man wearing the same clothing in the display case and wearing frame glasses while giving a stern impression like the combat instructor herself. This young man is Professor Jaune Goodwitch, the youngest licensed Huntsman, Remnant's Professor, and the son of the Witch of Beacon.
"Headmaster. It's good to see you again, sir." Jaune greeted them with a bow and then turned to his mother.
"Hello, Mother." Giving her a genuine smile.
"Jaune."
"to you as well, young man. I heard you took out the Branwen tribe in Mistral." Ozpin praise.
"Yes, but their leader escaped sadly. Yet to think someone can open a portal and control the elements like magic." Jaune ponders in curiosity but surprises Ozpin and Glynda with what they just heard.
"A-anyway, Professor Goodwit-"
"Jaune, sir." Jaune interrupted Ozpin.
"Excuse me?"
"call me Jaune, sir. It'll be less confusing since there's two Professor Goodwitchs." Jaune explains that he and his mother are of the same rank as the Headmaster, who understood the problem.
"ah! I see. Very well, Jaune. I looked over your resume, and honestly, it would be a waste not to offer you the position of Beacon's new combat instructor." Ozpin praised Jaune, which didn't surprise him that he would be offered a position in Beacon, but he was concerned about taking his mother's position.
"I'm honored, sir. But I think I misheard you. Did you say Beacon's new combat instructor?" Jaune questioned.
"I did."
"but what about my mother? Isn't she the combat instructor?"
"Relax, Jaune. Your mother is still employed at Beacon. She will be stepping down and focusing on her duties as the assistant headmistress for training."
"Training? Training for what?" Jaune asked concern as Ozpin stood up from his seat and faced the window overseeing Vale.
"I'm sure you know that Haven Academy does not have a headmaster, and the council sends a temporary one for now. Correct? After all, you uncovered Lionheart's betrayal." Ozpin looked over his shoulder, seeing Jaune sneer and his fist clenched tightly, blood slowly soaking his gloves.
"I would be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to kill that coward."
"And thank the Brothers you didn't, and now Lionheart will rot in prison for the crimes he committed, and his victims will now rest in peace..." Ozpin paused momentarily and looked down with guilt at Jaune as he continued the conversation.
"I heard you were close to one specific team and the only one who gave them a chance despite their false transcripts and background. You truly taught them well, and now they're remembered as heroes of Mistral. Any Professor would be proud of them."
"I would appreciate it if we didn't discuss it, sir," Jaune states.
"apologies...back to the main subject. The purpose of your mother's training is that she will be the new Headmistress of Haven Academy." Ozpin announced, surprising Jaune with wide eyes of shock. He turned to his mother smiling, carrying her in a hug and spinning her around, surprising the stern Witch of Beacon.
"congrats, mom! You did it! You did it!" he cheers with a childish smile that she remembers raising him.
"Y-yes, Jaune. Thank you. Can you please put me down now?" Glynda stutters, embarrassed, snapping Jaune back to his claimed stoic self.
"Apologies..." as he gently put her down and stood attention to Ozpin.
"So that's the reason why she has to step down. But what I don't understand is...why me, sir? Wouldn't a teacher in Patch be more beneficial? I live in Mistral and am still a professor at Heaven Academy. I only came to Vale to visit my mother." Jaune explains in concern as he made a life in Mistral and is now moving to Vale again.
"I understand your situation, Jaune. Don't worry. The Mistral council and I agreed that I would find them a qualified Headmaster in exchange for you. As I won't lie to you, Jaune, you are a very sought-after professor, and you know that. You earn a hefty reputation, starting Vocaus, making it the most esteemed Academy to make great huntsman and huntresses that rival, if not surpass, Beacon Academy. The disciples of Atlas became more respected by all, especially the Faunus, and you became a temporary headmaster during James' absence. And recently, the hero of Mistral, where you and the heroes of Mistral uncover the corruption of Lionheart. I would be a fool not to let this chance slip."
"I-I don't know what to say..." Jaune is stunned by what he's hearing and surprised that Atlas wants him back after what he did to the student body and the Headmaster of Atlas Academy. Earning him the title "Warlock of Atlas."
"Just say yes..." Opzin smiles along with Glynda as the scene freezes, ending the clip.
Just as Glynda returned the photo to its previous position, she couldn't help but feel both proud of her "son" and, at the same time, jealous of her counterpart's life. Compared to her...SHE'S STILL SINGLE!
Ozpin turns to a large painted portrait that he hasn't seen in a long time and is filled with nostalgia and curiosity. It was a portrait painting of his family with Salem, still married with their four children. But this painting is different from the one he remembers. This one had 2 extra people in the portrait. They look like twins. They both resemble his student, Jaune Arc. Both dress similarly in a formal coat with swirl designs of vines. The differences are the color of their clothes and their hair. That one by his side had blonde hair with tan skin and wore white with gold accents and designs, while the other by Salem's side had pale skin with silver hair and wore black with silver accents and designs.
In front of the large portrait was a black feather floating in mid-air, emitting a constant flow of what looked like aura yet sparkled like stars, almost the size of his forearm inside a glass display case. Watching the feather, Ozpin can immediately sense the magic mixed with the aura oozing. It's powerful enough to rival the relics. His hand slowly reached into the display case, but just as he was about to open the case, Ozpin and the others heard what sounded like someone hitting on glass. They stop what they were doing and investigate.
As soon they turned the corner, their eyes widened, mainly Qrow and Ozpin. It was Raven Branwen, Yang Xiao-long's birth mother, who looked almost identical to her daughter, but the only difference was that Raven had black hair and crimson eyes like her twin brother. By her side was another woman, a subordinate they didn't recognize, except Qrow, who had seen her during his visit to her sister's tribe. He did hear his sister call out her name, Vernal.
Before them was a display case of a black katana with a red leather wrap handle and a decorative guard. It looked like Raven's blade but modified differently for a different wielder. But to their surprise, Raven repeatedly attacks a photo frame in front of the blade in denial and rage. No matter how hard she struck with her sword, the frame didn't falter or break.
"I'm not weak! I'm not weak! I'm not weak!" she screams like it's a mantra. Her blade flew off from her grasp on her last strike due to the recoil of her previous strike. But it didn't stop her from punching the frame till she was exhausted.
While everyone is shocked at what they just saw, Qrow laughs and exposes their position. Forcing them out of hiding.
"Ozpin! I should've known this was your doing." Raven grits her teeth.
"believe it or not, Raven, this isn't my doing. We were transported here, and I assumed the same happened to you." Ozpin states as Raven looked away, not admitting what the Headmaster said was true.
"If it is not you, then it has to be her, right?" Raven leers.
"nope, this isn't her doing. If it is, we would be dead already." Qrow replied.
"His right. whatever this place is, it's mostly focused on a student, Jaune Arc." Glynda support.
"so it's this Jaune Arc who brought us here!" Raven exclaimed.
"It's not him either. Whoever it is, they're more powerful than we are. So I propose we work together till we escape. Agree?" Ozpin proposed as Raven reluctantly agreed as to what choices she had. After all, she can't feel her aura or the spring Maiden powers since coming here.
"so what's the plan, Oz?" Qrow asked
"I say we split up. We would cover more ground." James suggested but only heard a tongue click of annoyance, and it came from Vernal.
"You be wasting your time. We tried but ended up coming back within seconds."
"You can't be serious?" Winter scoffs
"Go ahead, try." Vernal prompts, annoying Winter as she leaves but only arrives back to the group from behind, surprising the group. Yet Winter doesn't believe it and keeps trying to prove Vernal wrong, but to no avail.
"told ya. No matter how hard we try, we always come back. This place can't let us separate. The only time we make progress is when we stick together." Vernal smiled with a smug face towards Winter, making a fool of herself in denial; trying to separate from them to the point of frustration, she threw her scroll to the distance to be only hit at the back of her head.
"Specialist, stand down," James ordered as Winter slumped in defeat. She followed the group while Qrow stayed behind to look at what made his sister derange.
As he looked, it was a family photo of his sister. To his surprise, it was a big family. From what he counted, seven kids each have a trait from either the mother or their father.
"Holy crap Tai. Don't you ever get tired? Wait a minute..." Qrow questioned as he took a drink from his flask till he noticed what he assumed the husband to be his friend and old teammate, Tai Xiao-long. But when he looked closer. He widens in shock, spitting the content out and almost gagging on the drink.
"Holy crap, it's that kid again!" he exclaimed in shock that the father and husband of the family portrait was the kid in question in this Museum, Jaune Arc. Curiosity got the best of him, wanting to see the story like he saw in his variant, but Glynda's voice called out, stopping himself.
"Qrow! You're holding everyone up!"
"but..."
"Now!" she demanded, and not wanting to be Goodwitch ire, Qrow complied and followed after them.
In another hallway of magic and science, weapons and armor of the achievements of variants of Jaune Arc are on display. A door of wood and iron from a castle rises from the floor. As it opens, a woman walks out what would best describe a Grimm with pallor matching her pure white hair tied in a large bun, with six offshoots wrapped together and suspended by obsidian ornaments. Her jet-black and scarlet eyes glow with crimson irises, and purple veins line her face and arms. She wore a long, short, sleeve robe that obscured her feet dragged along the ground.
Among her is her inner circle. To her right is Hazel Rinehart, her rook. On her left is her knight Tyrian Callow, a scorpion Faunus, a devoted follower, and Salem's personal assassin. Beside Hazel is her Bishop, Arthur Watts, a disgraced Atlas scientist and following from behind her Pawn and her subordinates, Cinder Fall with Emerald Sustrai and Mercury Black.
They were all confused and simultaneously fascinated by their surroundings, especially the magic-sensitive individuals who felt the magic in each display.
"where are we?" Mercury blankly ask
"No idea...last thing I remember, we were just leaving the dorm, then next we're here," Emerald recalled, till she noticed Salem and the others along with Cinder and Mercury.
"Salem!? How did you get here?" Cinder ask
"I have no idea Cinder. We were just finishing a meeting and came here as soon as we passed through the door." Salem explained and turned back to the door they came from but only saw the door fade to nothingness.
"And seems we were brought here. Although the architecture of this building is nothing I have ever seen before, these "displays" are somewhat unique." Watts admires the interior of the building.
"For now, let us take advantage of this museum. Spreading out. But stay close to the group," Salem ordered as the group looked at her strangely, but she noticed and sighed.
"observed." She outstretched her arm to the end of the hall.
"Cinder, please move to the side." She ordered as Cinder followed as Salem fired a ball of energy and immediately turned around and caught the same energy she fired recently.
"as you can see. We're trapped in a field. So it'll be pointless to spread out. Now go, find something to help our cause." the group disbursed but stayed close by and looked at displays that piqued their interest.
One of the displays took Watts's attention. It looked like remnants of fragmented pieces of full-body armor, but it looked organic in nature, and in front of it was a file and pad. He picked up the file and read the content. Skimming through the file, his brow crooked in surprise to see his name as the head researcher of the project: [PROTOTYPE]. The subject's name is Jaune Arc. The file contains test results from every medical field, and surprisingly, the subject DNA strand contains multiple DNA strands compared to the average human.
Curiosity got the best of the scientist and took the pad. There was a video log of himself in an Atlas lab coat, and he played it.
"This is Dr Arthur Watts, head researcher and scientist of Atlas Military, Video log entry 10062009. The [PROTOTYPE] test site succeeded and eliminated the Grimm horde as expected, even taking down a herd of S-class Grimm. The boy never ceased to amaze me. It's a shame he's the only one who survived." Watts smiles in glee, then sighs in disappointment at the end.
"During the test, the subject gains enough biomass to awake a new weapon in its arsenal. We dubbed it the devastator due to the destructive power it possesses. Depending on the subject's use, the devastator has three abilities we accounted for so far. The first one is what I can best describe as a tendril Barrage. Hardened barbs erupt from the subject's body in every direction, impaling everything around them for a fair distance. Then, the tendrils retract back with intense speed like a vacuum so that objects and enemies sustain another round of damage and the organic matter consumed by the subject, leaving no scratch on him. Based on the speed and trajectory of the bards, it's enough to easily destroy a huntsman's aura, especially Atlas armor vehicles. It could wipe out an entire crowd of civilians and can cause extreme damage. The subject dubbed the second ability the "Groundspike Graveyard," similar to the Groundspike power granted by the Claws. Seriously, that boy has no imagination. Compared to his claws, it causes massive spikes of bio mass to erupt from the ground, creating a deadly circle of spikes nearby. It is highly effective against hardened targets like armor and buildings but less effective than the Tendril Barrage against larger enemies due to its shorter range and smaller spikes. The last ability is called "Critical Pain." It fires a mass of hardened tendons from the subject's hands to crush a single target. It is the most damaging move, immediately destroying the target's aura and the target itself, but it can only be used to hit a single target. Even the Grimm didn't stand a chance. Anything that happens to be between the subject and the target will also be affected by the area air pressure caused by it. You continue to amaze me, my boy." Watts smiled in glee but quickly composed himself.
"Conclusion: we will continue monitoring the subject and prepare the next test of infiltration of the White Fang Base. Thanks to his shapeshifting and consuming ability. Hope this pleases you, General, 'cause it seems my boy is doing a better job than Polendina's doll." He smirks Triumphly of his superiority.
Arthur stroked his mustache of curiosity and glee as he looked over his Variants notes on the pad as the scientist in him demanded to know project: [PROTOTYPE].
Tyrian aimlessly trout around as none of the displays interest him, till something bangs against the glass for his attention. When he turned, what looked red with a tint of black Ooze attacked the glass with makeshift blades made from his shifting limbs. Tyrian came fascinated by the creature, like a little boy wanting a puppy. He noticed a button-label food. Curiosity took the best of him, and he pushed the button, and then a cute bunny appeared with the Ooze. The Ooze stopped and turned to see the rabbit. It slowly circles around the bunny like a predator and prey. One of its limbs turned to a pin-point needle and struck. The bunny cries and tries to run away while the Ooze simply watches and strikes again, with the bunny crying in pain. Tyrian was immersed in the killing and couldn't help but cheer excitedly.
"that's it! Attack when its guard is down!" he instructed as the Ooze followed, seeing the bunny exhausted and in pain, able to keep going.
"And as soon is on its last leg...you strike!" he shouts as the Ooze leaped on top of the bunny while the bunny struggled to escape like it was caught in a net, till finally, the Ooze formed around the bunny as that took Tyrian's attention and confused as the bunny is still alive and moving as if it was wearing a red suit. Than...
STRIKE!
The bunny turned around and attacked the glass again, but it was more aggressive this time. Tendrils sprouted out of its back, and makeshift blades attacked the glass. While the bunny has teeth and fangs that could rip flesh apart and claws that could cut anything like butter. Tyrian continues to cheer excitedly, like watching an instance match.
"Yes! Yes! I must have you! You are the perfect tool for my Goddess's goal! I must know what your name is!" He looked around to find the answer till the creature calmed down and pointed out with one of its bladed tendrils to cut out newspaper articles with bold titles "CARNAGE." "CARNAGE STRIKES AGAIN!", "CARNAGE DEAD!", "CARNAGE DESTROY ATLAS".
"Carnage...I like it," Tyrian grins maniacal cackle.
Hazel sighed, feigning indifference till his attention was caught by a cherry blossom bonsai in a decorative potted plant in Mistral design, a large red sash with an ornamental stone ring to hold the sash together with padded gloves like the monks wear. He picked up the gloves of familiarity like they were his, but he had never seen or worn them before. Hazel even tried it on, yet it fit perfectly. Like he used these gloves for years and took them off when he noticed a painting of Sumi-e art style of black ink of himself wearing the red sash over his shoulder in a temple and white kiai pants with a black belt and the padded gloves, meditating on a large boulder in front of a large Sakura tree with the same young man he notices on the other photos and paintings in this museum, in front of him, training. As he picked up the Sumi-e painting, it came to life, and he saw the grounds of a Mistralian temple.
Young men were wandering on temple grounds when he came across Hazel training. With intense concentration, focusing strikes with great precision and power while the leaves of the Sakura tree dance around him in complete harmony and peace, without disrupting the flow of the leaves dancing around him as if he became one with harmony and nature itself. Following his movement, he commands the leaves to follow his surroundings, and Hazel does so calmly and spiritually. Harmony, which Hazel never achieved before.
On the last strike, his muscles came tense as a lone leaf flowed alongside his arm. Then his arm followed through his strike along with the leaf with intense strength to strike but paused when the same lone leaf slowly landed on his clenched fist. Then he launched himself into the air, and as his aura engulfed himself, he formed into the shape of a dragon flying to the sky and landed perfectly back to his boulder. He opened his eyes and noticed the young man. Who later known his name as Jaune Arc and wanted to be trained to be stronger to help the people. Seeing the reasonable soul and determination burning in his eyes, Hazel agrees to train him.
Jaune followed and repeated the exact movements of what Hazel was doing earlier. However, it was rushed, and each strike was exerting while Hazel watched the young Arc and closed his eyes in doubt, wondering if he had made a mistake or needed to be more disciplined with his student. But Hazel was about to stop Jaune. He noticed the leaves were beginning to flow with Jaune's movements, not as much as Hazel's earlier, but it was a start that he didn't need to worry about. Knowing that Jaune is on the right path, he returns to his own training and meditates on enlightenment while Jaune continues his training.
Hazel returned to the scroll and stared at "his" sash hanging in display. He questioned why this was erect while this museum was dedicated to the young man. Maybe Hazel was the young man's guide to a better path where his path led to the opposite. Perhaps this would happen to him if he didn't join Salem.
Cinder and her team took their separate ways, each gazing at different displays that somehow piqued their curiosity or somewhat called to them in the form of familiarity. Emerald came across a manikin wearing a blue Vocaus Tuareg Turban, black harem pants, a long-sleeved shirt, and boots accustomed to Vocaus shifting desert sands. What caught Emerald's attention was the gold pendant on the top left chest below the shoulder. On the golden coin was an engraving of a hand, and on the hip was a curve dagger in decorative sheath encrusted with gold and jewels that would cost a fortune. Before the display were newspaper articles titled bold with a picture of the wearers. "THE KING OF THIEVES RISE." "THE FORTY THIEVES RETURN." "THE ULTIMATE TREASURE: THE HAND OF MIDAS FOUND, "MIDAS MISSING!".
"Midas...wait, where did I hear that before?" Emerald pinched her chin in deep thought as she noticed next to the articles was literally a golden hand out of the open with a warning "DO NOT TOUCH" sign. With a group photo next to it, and to her surprise, each person showed their trophies, which can be easily seen as stolen goods. At the center were the four Relics, with the king of the forty thieves showing his blonde hair and blue eyes, smiling in triumph. Hugging a woman in front of him clearly indicates that they are married, with both left ring fingers having a gold ring and both holding the woman's swollen exposed belly, suggesting she's pregnant. That woman is Emerald, smiling and happy, with the same gold pendant attached to her hip. Emerald couldn't help but be jealous and melancholy about her Variants' happiness. She didn't touch the picture and returned to the golden hand.
Curiosity got the best of her, and she pulled out one of her weapons, twin pistols Thief's Respite, to test a theory and deployed the blade to touch the hand. Just as the blade made contact, something magical happened. It turned to solid gold from the tip of her weapon and traveled through the gun. The weight shifted. Emerald lost her grip and dropped her weapon. She stared in the wide eye of shock. Seeing her pistol fully turning into solid gold till it was completely turned.
She tapped the weapon and quickly recoiled back to test if it was safe to hold without the risk of turning to gold. She picks up her gun, which is much heavier than before. Still in shock and denial of what she saw, she pulled out her other pistol that hadn't been turned to confirm her suspension and began scratching the golden Thief's Respite. To see if it is solid gold or just paint. She scratched the weapon, and small gold files fell from the turned weapon. She kept scratching deep enough. It was clear it could scratch the paint off her gun and deeper.
"No way...it's real...the Hand of Midas..." Gasping in shock, she heard stories of a king who possessed the semblance to turn anything into gold in a single touch.
Mercury idly stands leaning against a glass display, sighing with boredom. As he leaned his hand against a bench, oblivious of the displays, his hands landed on what looked like a mechanical gauntlet. The weight pressed on the gauntlets triggered the mechanism as the thin daggers popped out of the wrist, startling Mercury.
Mercury recoils his hand from the sound and almost sees the blade nearly cutting him. He stared at a banner above the hidden blades with a symbol that looked like a capital: "A." Next to the hidden blades was a golden orb with lights glowing out of the seems of the orb. Curiosity got the best of him, and he picked up the golden orb without care or awareness of potential dangers. When his hand made contact, lights shone brightly, locking his hand in place while blinding him with bright lights.
He gasps awake, seeing himself in a relentless grid void with clouds above continuously shifting non-stop and thin beams of light running past him. He stood up, getting his bearings, questioning where he was, till he felt a presence behind him. The kind of killing he quickly dodged out of the way as he twirled around the opposition to kick him at the back of its head to take them out, but only the figure to barrel roll out of the way.
When he finally saw the figure, Don was in a hooded robe with a pointed hood on the figure's face, reminding Mercury of a Falcon, with the twin hidden blades on each wrist and a belt holstered with multiple throwing blades, ones that Mercury recognizes used for Assassins in the old days. But what surprised Mercury was the face of his attacker. It was himself. Before Mercury could ask the other variant, it sneered in disgust at him and ran away.
"Hey! Wait!" he called out and chased after him. As the Variants continued running, buildings, structures, and roads began rising from the ground, forming a town Mercury immediately recognized as Vale. As the building was fully erected, the variant ran alongside the building, climbing higher and higher, parkouring his way smoothly without stopping, climbing up a 6-story building. Mercury stopped momentarily, watching the parkour in awe without using a prosthetic like he does. He did, but it took a while and was less aesthetic than the variant. But he continued chasing after him, leading Mercury to a ledge where Mercury smirked the variant's stupidity. But only his eyes widen as the variant leaps off the building. He stopped and looked over the edge to only see a white portal. Mercury hesitated until he heard a Vail of light destroying the town and heading toward him. With no other option, he leaped into the portal only to find himself in a familiar forest and cabin.
His fears surfaced when he heard a familiar shouting as the door slammed open of an older man looking almost like an older Mercury but more rugged and with a bead. This was Mercury's father, Marcus Black, pulling a young Mercury by the arm and throwing him to the ground, repeating the traumatized memory of the day when his father had taken his semblance and then taken his legs. And this is the part where Marcus took out his axe to take his legs and left him for dead.
Anger builds up remembering that event, and he refuses to watch this happen again and confronts Marcus. But only for a hand to hold him in place. It was the variant stopping him. Before he could attack the variant, it pointed up the trees above Marcus. It was another robed figure dressed like the variant, except the robed figure had a cape covering his left arm. And just as Marcus raise his axe, unaware of the robed figure. It leaped down, plunging the hidden blades into Marcus's neck as he fell to the ground.
The robed figure turned Marcus over, gripping his collar to ensure Marcus saw the assassin's face, but only saw Marcus's heated expression towards him.
"You couldn't leave well enough alone, assassin. And kill me like the coward you are." He seethes while he chokes off the build-up blood and is in traumatic pain, while the assassin shows no emotion towards his targets.
"says the man who beats his child out of jealousy and greed. Who runs away when things don't go his way. betrays the ones he once called brothers." The assassin retorts and pulls up Marcus's sleeve that was hiding a hidden blade, but it's more decorative, and more tools beneath his sleeve as the assassin removed it from him.
"and this belongs to me," the assassin announced and punched Marcus across the face, teeth flew out.
"You will always be a coward and will die as one. Requiescat in pace, bastardo." The assassin says his final word as Marcus's life fades, and to add insult, the assassin throws his corpse down to the dirt without respect, as Marcus's action doesn't deserve it. He equipped the second hidden blade on his free arm as he stood, then noticed the child and approached the young Mercury.
Frightened, the boy didn't move as the assassin pulled down his hood, showing his identity of blue eyes and blonde with a serious expression, and to his surprise, he was the same age as him. He reached out his arm to Mercury and called out while the shattered moonlight shone behind him.
"Wh-who are you?" the boy asks.
"We work in the Dark to serve the light. We. Are Assassin."
"We?" the boy asked as more assassins emerged from the shadows surrounding the child, all dressed like the one in front of him, with Faunus and the human.
"You have potential, better than men you call father. Liberate your ways for a cause, or live your life in freedom. What will you choose?"
Just as the young Mercury reached out his hand, a flash of light blinded Mercury, forcing him to shut his eyes. Only here, the assassin's voice echoes in Mercury's mind.
"Nothing is true. Everything is permitted."
He opened his eyes and found himself back at the museum. He shakes his head, trying to forget what he saw. But won't lie as he's tempted to know more of the Assassins.
Cinder was never the one fond of the arts, but this portrait was calling out to her. The style could be best described as an art nouveau of herself in a short black toga with a golden rope tied around her waist used as a belt, with black wings on her back. She's sitting on a boulder overlooking a world from an ancient culture with a companion sitting on a chair by her side. He was her opposite, wearing a long white toga with white wings and blonde and blue eyes on his back. What caught Cinder's attention is that the painting slowly shifts as if the passage of time passes them. Seeing civilization evolve and their clothes shift from robe togas to suits of armor in the era of knights and modern-era clothing, the blonde companion wore a badge trench coat with matching dress pants and a white shirt with a black tie. The other Cinder is in a black dress that hangs below her armpits, with a leather short crop jacket. She will admit she likes the dress and Jaket. Just as she walks away, the portrait flashes to a different picture, replacing Cinder's face with red skin, horns of a goat, and horizontal pupils with pointed tails, while Jaune has a golden halo above his head with a flaming sword by his side.
Many of these artifacts pique Salem's interest but are insufficient to attract her attention. Salem is looking for something with much magic that could rival Brother God's Four Relics. Sadly, some possess magic, which isn't enough to match her requirements. She kept walking in the distance till she immediately stopped when Salem saw a painted portrait that could be best described in one word, echoing in her mind what she desired.
DEATH...
DEATH...
DEATH...
It was a painted portrait of a skeleton in an expensive black robe with purple accents and gold trims that would fit royalty. It has a black halo hanging on its back and its arms looking up to the sky as light shines down, bathing on its radiates while the ground beneath the entity burns in flame. Mortal Figures outstretched their arms to the skeleton deity, wanting to be saved by this new deity.
Before the portrait, Salem shudders to her core and denies what her eyes are seeing. They might not look like what she remembered, but their essence, magic, and power are undeniably mistaken.
"It-It can't be...H-how?" she stuttered in disbelief and denial of what she saw. Before, there were three displays, but her focus was on the two cubicle displays on both ends, each containing a trophy of this skeleton entity's fallen opponents. The essence of the Brothers of Light and Darkness, or the remnants of what's left of the Brothers. What best describes the contents of the displays is a beating heart continuously pumping magic to no end. Like a battery continues to burn energy without purpose and to be left to waste.
In the middle between the trophies was a large, thick red, leather bind book with a golden embroidered sigil and its text written in a dead language that Salem hadn't seen in centuries and read.
"Ainz Ooal Gown...Nine's Own Goal?" she questioned the translation of the title of the Book and guessed it must be the entity's name. She shook it off and opened the text, hoping for an explanation of Brother God's downfall. It is strongly suspected that it relates to the entity in the portrait.
She quickly scanned through the text and confirmed the entity's names and true identity. In summary, the being's name is Arcadia, then changed to the guild's name, Ainz Ooal Gown, to spread his name, and his actual name, which only a few members know, is Jaune Arc. The name Arc hit of familiarity but brush it off of unimportance. She continued scanning the text until she was met with a drawn sketch of the final display in the middle and the weapon used that defeated the Brother Gods.
The staff of Ainz Ooal Gown floats within its confines. Salem's pale white hand reaches for the staff as she spreads her hand out on the glass. Her spine tingles with the overwhelming power she feels through the glass. Sensing great power that rivals more than the relics and the Brother gods combined that cursed her. How foolish of her to not notice it earlier. Her smile spread sinisterly of such a power before her. She will never let this opportunity slip past her.
Focusing her magic into the glass into tiny pieces, it could be mistaken as small pebbles. She smiles with satisfaction and inches closer to the staff. But just as she could grasp the staff, one of the jewels of the seven crowning snakes glowed. Lightning shot out to her arm, turning her entire arm and leaving half of her torsos to ash. And for the first time in many years, she felt pain, pain that she thought was numb to the feeling, and she fell to her knees, screaming in pain like a screaming banshee. Her inner circle cups their ears to dampen the noise.
"Salem!" Cinder Fall shouted in shock and rushed to her master, followed by her two subordinates, Emerald Sustrai and Mercury Black, both wide eyes in shock. To see the women who are considered to be immortal and immune to pain are now screaming in pain. Her wounds should've regenerated immediately after the damage, but her regeneration quickly shocked Cinder and her followers.
The others gathered and stared in shock to see the woman they follow is not only in pain, but her healing is but a slow crawl.
"My Goddess!?" Tyrian shouts in shock.
"My Queen!?" Watts exclaimed.
"Salem!" Hazel howled in shock.
"don't touch any of those artifacts!" Salem roars as she finally fully regenerates her arm and her torsos. She gasped with relief and stood. She saw the glass cabinet she had just shattered self-repair itself, leaving no cracks as if it hadn't broken. Then a voice calls out.
"When I heard a screaming woman, I thought it would be a tortured soul. Who was imprisoned in this...Museum. But seeing you the one screaming... it's an odd sensation..." stood in the opposite direction was Professor Ozpin and his inner circle, Glynda Goodwitch, assistant headmistress and combat instructor of Beacon Academy. James Ironwood, General and Headmaster of Atlas Academy, with him Specialist Winter Schnee. And finally, Qrow Branwen, scout, and Ozpin's right hand. Followed by Raven Branwen, leader of the Branwen Tribe. With her is her second-in-command, Vernal. Their eyes widen when they see Salem, but mostly Vernal, as this is the first time seeing the Queen of Grimm herself based on what Raven told her. Raven shudders in the same fear when she learns the truth about Salem and realizes that Ozpin's shadow war isn't worth fighting for.
Salem recovered and moved in front of her followers.
"Ozma! I assume you were brought here unexpectedly like us?" her eyes leer towards her Ex.
"Yes...and truth be told, I thought it was your doing. But after seeing your failed attempt to steal that artifact..." Ozpin smiled and adjusted his glasses with relief. He stares at the same staff Salem was attempting to steal, as he can sense the intense magic emanating from the staff. Compared to the feather he found earlier, it's palpable.
"...it seems to be by a higher being.." he finishes his sentence, trying to get Salem's attention away from the staff.
"The Brother Gods? No...not the brothers. But someone intrigued by this blonde-haired boy, Jaune Arc?" Salem scrutinized the area and then to Ozam's expression as she noticed his expression, signaling he knew the boy as she smiled. This means the boy is a student, not a voice calling out.
"wait a minute...I know you three. You the exchange students from Haven Academy!" Glynda Goodwitch shouts in shock, realizing they are part of Salem's circle. Followed up by Qrow, who had an epiphany.
"holy crap...they were the pawns that ambush Amber! And you said they're Haven Academy students! Then that means-"
"Lionheart!" James grits his teeth and clenches his fist of a fellow headmaster and ally who betrayed them. The same can be said for Ozpin as his hands tighten on his cane at the discovery of Lionheart's betrayal.
"How does it feel, General. That one of your own was a simple turncoat right under your nose, and you didn't notice it. Guess it'll be much easier when we attack Atlas next." Arthur's smug face made James furiously as he pulled out his Due Process, followed by Winter drawing her twin sabers. Along the rest with Ozpin's circles, drawing their weapons and ready. Even Raven and Vernal drew their weapon, knowing running was impossible as they'd end up back where they were.
"Cats out of the bag." Mercury smiles and knows what will happen next as he prepares himself for the fight of his life.
"What's the plan, Cinder?" Emerald drew her Thief's Respite, though one is made from solid gold and heavier.
"isn't obvious." Cinder states, annoyed, as twin glass daggers appear on her hands, ready for a fight. The same goes for Hazel, Tyrian, and Watts, with Salem at the front to finish this war.
"Let's finish this once and for all! And after this, there might be something to keep your cage up to stop you from incarnation." Salem smiles in glee as she knows, in terms of magic, she's superior to Ozpin, and he knows it.
Both sides approach each other slowly rather than slowly increasing speed to a running pace, ready to charge towards the opposition. But just before they collided, the sounds of chains piercing through space like shattered glass flying towards their individual targets. Immediately wrap around their targets like a snake coiling its prey, slowly crushing their bones to be immobilized. But their bones weren't crushed just enough to immobilize on both sides. They struggle to free themselves, yet the more they struggle, the tighter chains coil around, absorbing their aura.
"Everyone, stand down. The more you struggle, the tighter your chains will be while it's Sapping your aura." Ozpin ordered as his circle followed and realized the difference, as the Headmaster's right was the same as Salem's.
"His right, whatever these chains are, their design is to immobilize us till we comply." Watts astute.
"Even our Goddess can't break free from these chains!" Tyrian complain.
"If I could, I would've done it earlier, Tyrian!" Salem hissed from the pain as she felt an instant burning sensation in the chain.
"the magic of these chains is the same as the relics, if not more powerful." Salem hiss while continuing to endure the pain.
"Could this be a relic made by the Brother Gods?" Glynda ask.
"No...whatever these chains are, they are way too superior and more powerful than the four Relics. Especially the Relic of destruction." Ozpin replied that this new power could surpass the Brother gods combined.
"His right... and whoever made these chains must be the one who brought us here," Salem states.
"But who?" Qrow asks, and on cue, the sound of heels echoes down in a dark hallway between the two factions. Surprise, they didn't notice the hallway between them till they heard the echoes.
Clack...
Clack...
Clack...
As the sounds came louder and louder, a well-dressed purple and gold masked man finally emerged out of the shadows. His mask can be best described as half of each of the theatre masks of comedy and tragedy forming together into one mask. The left side is covered by humor, and the right is a tragedy. Wear well-dressed black pants, a white long-sleeved shirt, a purple and gold diamond pattern vest, and white gloves.
Yet the two factions noticed that despite being well dressed, his clothes were slightly dusty as if he had come out from a fight, yet he didn't show wear or tear.
He kept walking till he reached the opposite wall and noticed a crocked painting of Jaune Arc triumphing with his fist up in victory, a device strap on his wrist, and a deck of cards holstered with a panel hanging out of the device. While in victory, a white-haired Maiden with a silver headband and a blue jewel in the center, wearing a tribal gown, wraps her arms around Jaune's neck while floating like a ghost. Among the two were three dragon heads with blue eyes and white scales incorporated into the painting. He gently leveled the painting. Once it was perfected, he dusted off his shoulders and straightened his vest before tilting his head to his "chained" visitors with his hands behind his back.
"When I felt the presence of more guests appearing in my Domain. I expected it to be Team CFVY, SSSN, or CRDL. But to see the two oppositions of the Brother's shadow game. This is concerning, especially when both players see their opposition's hand this early. Especially the fourteen of you or twelve, if you count cowardly Bandits." seeing the two Factions suspended and wrapped in chains as some struggle to break free, while their respected leaders simply listen to their "host" as they both know these chains are impossible to break even with their magic.
They know these chains are made from the divine, and their power exceeds the Brother Gods. The Mask Men is an enigma they had never seen or heard from, but they can tell by looking and feeling that he is far more potent than the brother gods. Enough to destroy Remnant if he pleases.
"But I believe an introduction is in order…."
He outstretched one arm, then elegantly bowed while a gentle wave of his arm swept into an arc before placing his hand into his chest, like a loyal butler bowing servitude to their master, which confuses the two groups.
"I am the God of Realities and Custodian of Realities...you may Call me Izzy. Welcome to my Domain." He raises his head, clasped his hands together, and turns his attention back to the empty hallway.
"It is safe now. You may come out." Izzy calls out as more people exit the hallway while some of the eyes of the two factions widen.
First, it was a light-skinned girl with curly, short orange hair, bright green eyes, and freckles. This is Penny Polendina Atlas, a student. Next to her is an elderly man in a chair with four moveable legs, white and green in color, with yellow accents. This is her father, Dr Pietro Polendina.
Behind them is a faunas couple and Blake's parents. The husband is a large panther Faunus that could pass as a human. This is Ghris Belladonna with his wife, and Kali Belladonna is a cat Faunus with a cat ear. Chieftain of Menagerie and former leaders of the white fang.
Followed by the current leader of the white fang, a tiger Faunus named Sienna Khan. And by her side is a chameleon Faunus named Ilia Amitola. Behind them was a Patch teacher and Ruby and Yang's father, Tai Xiao-long, carrying the Vale Branch leader and wanted criminal Adam Taurus.
Once arrived, Penny immediately gasped at the sight of General Ironwood and Specialist Winter bound and suspended, while Sienna and Ilia couldn't help but smile at their misfortune. Ghira and Kali didn't follow and frowned at the situation as they were still on edge, especially regarding what Izzy had done to Adam. Tai's eyes widen at the sight of his ex-wife, but remain composed, trying not to let the pain of abandonment surface. Ghria stepped forward and approached Izzy, who was towering over him.
"We followed your instructions. Can you please help Adam?" he asked.
"very well. But remember, if Adam acts out again. He'll be bound and chained like the criminal he is. Do I make myself clear...High leader Sienna?" Izzy Replied well, mannered like a butler to their master, then turned to Sienna in an authoritative yet respectable tone towards Sienna. Marking her sole responsibility for Adam's behavior.
Sienna couldn't help but scrutinize what the Host's plan, at the same time, felt, putting off a human or God to give her respect for her title and position. She didn't reply but nodded, understanding the responsibility given to her.
"Ilia..." Sienna commanded, trying to stop her from acting out, and leered to the young Faunus to stand down. Ilia hesitates as she stares at the masked entity after what he did to Adam, but she complies and lets Tai approach the masked men.
"Mr. Xiao-long, would you please place Adam here." Izzy pointed as Tai nervously nodded and placed Adam before him. After seeing what the mask men did to Adam, he came smart and complied.
He gently laid Adam to the ground, and to everyone's surprise, between the two factions, it's clear Adam's dead. A purple bruise on Adam's cheek, followed by his neck, looks abnormally twisted and deformed, like something is trying to protrude from Adam's neck.
Izzy approached the body and placed his fore and middle finger on Adam's forehead. It was silence until the sounds of bone crack and realigning the neck straight that Adam gasped for life.
As soon he saw Izzy before him, fear took over, and he drew his sword from his sheath, but only to swing nothing but the handle of what was left from his blade wilt. The Faunus panics about Adam's actions, fearing that the masked men might kill him again. But Izzy remained calm and didn't react to the threat. If anything, it's like he's watching a child playing pretend.
"I see you still have some energy to spare, though I think the lack of oxygen cut off from your brain. You seem to have forgotten what happened last time you drew your blade against me and almost harmed Ms Belladonna." He grabbed hold of Adam's collar and pulled him closer, and immediately, the air came cold, hard to breathe, weight weighing on everyone's shoulders, and all the Faunus's senses heightened with danger, screaming to run away.
"do you wish to return to the damned?" He hisses as if the once-composed Host became an unrelenting horror that mortals shouldn't see.
"I'm sure Alistair would love to see you again." As soon as Izzy mentioned Alistair, Adam immediately turned pale white. Shuddering in fear, he dropped his weapon. This was the first time among his comrades to see the Great hero Adam Taurus quivering in fear. They questioned themselves about who this Alistair was that Izzy spoke of.
As the sensation finally passes, Izzy releases Adam from his grasp and returns to the two factions. "Before I could explain, I would like everyone to surrender their weapons peacefully. In turn, you'll all be welcome as an honored guest. And while you are in my Domain, I would request that you will not harm other guests in any way, both psychological and physical and that you have my word to offer my utmost protection and care. Till then, I will find a way to send you back home. That is my pledge to you all." He bows to everyone, confused as his mannerisms resemble a butler's.
Everyone stares at each other, especially the two factions staring at their respectable leaders. Ozpin nodded to his circle, telling them to Cooperate, while Salem's faction hesitated as Salem didn't say or react to Izzy's proposal.
"We will Cooperate," Ozpin states.
"Very good." Izzy nodded and then turned to Salem's faction.
"And you, Lady Salem?" he asked as Salem crooked a brow towards Izzy, saying, "What did you call me?". She hesitated momentarily, wondering whether she should trust a word from God. Since then, Salem has long lost that trust with her brothers. But she relented and nodded to his terms, which surprised her group, but she followed their mistress.
The chains slowly slack, gently lowering the two groups to the floor. Yet each chain still hung in front of them, wanting something, which confused the groups until Ozpin passed his cane to the chain before him. As the chain wrapped around the Headmaster's cane and retracted back from the void of space, it opened and then closed shut. The others followed Ozpin's example and handed their weapons without complaints as all wrapped and returned to the void.
"Now, please follow me while I'll explain everything..."
One explanation later, the group was a mixed bag of denial, curiosity, and, to some, carelessness. Yet, the masked man didn't mind and gladly answered their questions.
"So, in summary, you're a protector and watcher of these realities that circle around a boy because he's an anomaly that defies his fate?" Salem speculates, yet curious of the young man.
"In a matter of speaking, yes. Regardless of the reality, Jaune Arc overcame every obstacle. Both good and Evil. For example, he was the key to ending your shadow war. Another time, he became the ruler of all of Remnant with you as his Queen, Lady Salem." When they heard the latter, Izzy Replied, startled the two factions, especially Salem and Ozpin.
"Jaune would never do such a thing." Glynda defended the young man, almost motherly and protectively, which surprised James and Qrow. They knew Glynda was never a first-name base for a student.
"if given the opportunity, he would. In other words, he was born as Faunus and became the leader of an infamous black ops unit of the white fang directly under High leader Sienna." That took Sienna's interest, followed by Ilia and Adam's.
"How many lives have they ruined?" Ghria frowns, thinking this unit is no different than the white fang.
"To those who deserve it. Liberated and rescued miners from illegal dust mines, Assassinated faunus slave traders, eliminated their operations and even had a legal team that bankrupted the Schnee Dust Company. I'm sure you know whom I'm referring to." This surprised both James and Winter, for James was the accomplishment of this black op unit, which could do what the Special Ops couldn't. And for Winter of hearing illegal Dust Mines, and wasn't surprised that it would be something her "father" would do.
"Earlier, you said team RWBY and JPNR are here as well. Where are they?" Ozpin ask.
"do not threaten. They're safe and in the middle of viewing a Variant of Jaune Arc. There is a powerful overlord named Ainz Ooal Gown. One who can topple gods and can eradicate seventy-thousand soldiers in one spell, and that is only the first half of the spell."
"I find that hard to believe." Raven scoffs while Cinder internally agrees to Raven's sentiment.
"you be surprised? After all, he did kill your entire tribe, and he didn't take you seriously. Even with your spring Maiden powers, it didn't so much to tickle him." Izzy looked over his shoulder, and even though his wearing a mask, Raven knows his taunting her, but at the same time, she was pissed as he literally told the two Factions she was the spring Maiden.
Qrow and Ozpin are especially staring at her in the wide eye of shock, while Salem smiles at her new prayer, followed by Cinder.
"We're here..." he opens the double doors as they hear the sound of the viewing coming to a climax based on the background music.
Seeing a man in black plate armor with a red and two large swords on his back, walking out of a building with his fore and middle finger on the side of his temple.
"Order Gargantua to activate. Call in the Victim as well. Have all the guardians ready to move once Cocytus returns. THIS TIME WE'RE GOING IN TOGETHER!" the camera closes in the visor as gold flames can be seen from his eyes and ignite a burst of fire to the entire screen, ending the viewing as the lights finally turned on, singling the viewers the end.
"that. Was. Awesome!" Ruby cheered, followed by Nora.
"I know! Especially that last battle with Wiess's Twin." Yang smirk.
"you're not going to let that go, are you?" Wiess leers to the blonde.
"But I have to admit how scary this Jaune is, and I don't mean by his appearance." Blake quote.
"You're referring to his intellect, right? That way, he played Shalltear. And to think he got that by playing trash games." Ren smiles
"I'm interested in that, actually. Jaune keeps referring to other games and how he got that design of his armor inspired by Psyger-zero and used the same fighting style he used in his twin blade mercenary job class, except he used a large broadsword instead of twin daggers. What it's called again..." Pyrrha pinched her chin, trying to remember the game's name, till a new voice answered.
"That would be Shangri-La Frontier," Izzy answered as everyone turned to see their Host but with more guests.
"Dad! Uncle Qrow!" Ruby rushes to hug them.
"Mom!" Yang says, surprise wide eye as Raven looks away.
"SISTER!" Wiess rushes to her sister to greet her.
"MOM! DAD!" Blake stood surprised, and her parents rushed over and hugged their child.
"kitten!/Blake!" they cried, hugging their child, which caught Blake by surprise, then remembered the Ghria saying how he lost his wife and his daughter left him. Hitting her emotionally, she cried while repeatedly apologizing to them.
"mom...Dad...I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." Blake began to bawl, and her legs lost strength, falling to her knees, surprising her parents.
"Shhh... it's okay, kitten. Mommy's here." Kali cradled her daughter's head on her chest like an infant.
"I'm so sorry...I called you both cowards...you were both right...I'm so sorry." She cried while her father patted her head, easing her and wiping her tears.
"Blake...that doesn't matter... your safety matters," Ghria reassured as Blake cried on his shoulder.
A clap sound gathers everyone's attention to see their Host. Standing in attention, I see everyone staring at him.
"Apologise for the interpretation. While you all acclimate, I'll prepare for the next viewing. Any requests?" While everyone looked at each other uncertainly, Izzy asked how to answer until a hand was raised, which Izzy noticed.
"Yes, Miss Nikos?"
"I'd like to know more about Jaune's world before he was transported and became Ainz Ooal Gown."
"consider it done. Please make yourselves comfortable. Food and drinks are over there. And when you're ready, please take a seat." He pointed to the food and beverage area for the new guest. They continue to talk with each other, catching up with new and old friends while the Host prepares.
A/N: sorry for the delay. I had more sneak peeks for Penny and the white fang group, but it took up so much space that I had to remove it and make a small reference. Now I know some will ask why I let team RWBY and the gang watch the entire 1st season of Overlord. The answer is that it was already done by another. You can read it on Wattpad titled "RWBY watches Overlord" by Side-man. But don't worry, I'll be doing future Overlord chapters, but mostly key events in the Overlord series before my Overlord and RWBY crossover. The next chapter will be a pre-sequel of Jaune before he played Yggdrasil and a background of Jaune's world. Thank you for reading. Please like, comment, and follow for more updates. For added fun, why don't you guess which is a Parody they are from and which is an OG fan base? Make a comment and see if you're right. It might give me some inspiration for a new crossover. Izzy out.