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Could it be? Is it so? It...It is! The new story alarm is going off! Say hello to 'Can I Make it to Summer?'
When Raven Branwen's (now ex-) husband runs off, leaving her alone with a blonde bundle of joy named Yang, she has no idea how a former bandit with no child-raising skills like her is supposed to last on her lonesome. Winter's icy embrace is on the horizon, and without any money or a job, tragedy might follow. With no other option, Raven calls Summer Rose, the leader of the team she quit nearly a year ago, for help in sorting out her troubled life and very troubled family. But she soon finds that there's a lot more she needs to learn from Summer than how to fold blankets or change diapers if she doesn't want her little household to come apart before the year's end.
Together once more, the women of Team Stark must work through their own guilt from the break-up of their team, mutual uncertainty towards who has the rights of motherhood over Yang, and the developing emotions they feel towards one another, all while nurturing a child so young she hasn't even seen her own first birthday.
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Chapter 34 – Miracle Ivy
In which Weiss Schnee can't find what she's looking for in Mountain Glenn and becomes unsure of exactly what it is she seeks there.
People described Mountain Glenn as many things – an expansion project to solve the overpopulation crisis, the single largest civilian and hunter death count since the siege of Vacuo during the Great War, a waste of taxpayer dollars, a massive disgrace by the government of Vale – but as Weiss and her companions finally reached the desolate wasteland of a once thriving city, she immediately recognized it as something else.
This place was a grave. It was the remainder of what could have been a proud civilization, a thriving utopia, a bastion of crime, a belligerent colony hating its status as a satellite, but one would never know. All that remained was the decaying corpse that was still not yet fully fallen apart.
"It's…It's horrible," Ruby said, bringing her hand to her mouth.
Some buildings remained fully intact, but those were fewer and farer between than the heaps of rubble. Others were torn down to their foundations, the wood having rotted away and the paint chipping off but the metal and concrete bases surviving with only a little erosion to show for their lost vantage point of the passage of time.
"I've heard about it, but I thought it was just a big city," Blake grimly stated. "This is almost half the size of Vale."
"Two-fifths, in terms of land mass, and approximately three-tenths in terms of population," said Torchwick, his eyes fixed on the fallen city as their airship landed. "It was supposed to ramp up to have those figures equal one another as time went on, but it didn't even last a season. I can still remember the day it fell."
All four girls turned to him. Weiss noticed that he seemed particularly disturbed by the visuals in front of them.
"I was probably the age you three were," he said, nodding at Blake, Weiss, and Yang. "I was born outside the kingdom, so my exact date of birth isn't known, but my journey as a huntsman was in its infancy. Sensei Shiriganai had just accepted me as an apprentice, and we were staying in a village she'd saved from Grimm for a few days. It was one of her lessons – keep my ears to the ground, and never move too fast lest I grow accustomed to speeding past the problems of the world."
His frown deepened.
"Damn, I miss her. Damn, I really fu…I really miss her." His head lulled down, eyes closed, and when they opened he seemed to remember he was among students of his and returned to the story of Mountain Glenn. "It was a bit of a bigger village, and information media technology had been developing a lot, so there were actually video feeds from the kingdom being fed out to those distant locations. Only three channels at the time, because networks were only just barely a thing, but all three showed the same thing."
With his free hand not on the cane, he swept out an open palm and gestured to the ruins in their entirety.
"The footage was from airships that maintained a safe distance from aerial Grimm, but even at a great distance, it was like a portal to damnation itself. The city's Dust stores caught on fire at almost the very beginning, and the flames spread almost instantly through the city. Grimm avoid fire when they can, but they'll jump into an inferno if they believe humans or Faunus are nearby. The huntsmen and huntresses did their best, but there was no way they could even stand up to the numbers pouring through the openings in the walls. The tunnels were sealed by Vale before even a full percent of people could evacuate, and the rest were massacred live on TV. I think it was the first time I saw Sensei cry. I think it was the last time I can remember crying."
The footage in question was typically restricted by the kingdoms from public viewing, as it was considered too graphic for public consumption. However, the idea of a fire participating in the immense damage to the buildings and structures beneath them made sense. Weiss could just imagine a series of uncontrolled flames eating away at the landscape as Grimm tore through the city on the hunt for fresh victims; needless to say, she didn't imagine it for long.
Ruby let out a sigh. "I'm just glad Vale has enough natural barriers to prevent –"
"THAT'S A LIE!"
Ruby stumbled so much from the scream that escaped Torchwick's mouth that, after a moment of swing her arms in a failed attempt to regain her balance, she actually fell out of the airship.
After about a third of a second of panic, Weiss recalled that she had wings and dove down after Ruby, flapping them backwards to propel herself and catch up to her. The younger huntress had only fallen about four feet below the floor of the airship, and Weiss was able to hook her foot around the blade of oversized scythe, swung across her back, and grip the edge of the airship's floor with her hand.
"RUBY!"
"Grab her! Hoist them up!"
Weiss couldn't tell whose voices were shouting or whose hands were on her own in a split second, yanking her and Ruby back up to safety, for her focus was solely on making sure she didn't lose hold of Ruby, because the scythe was slipping!
"RUBY!" she screamed. "HOLD ON!"
She tilted her toes upwards in a desperate attempt keep her weak hold on Ruby from failing, but the curved blade of the Crescent Rose just kept on sliding.
No!
"It's fine, you guys," Ruby called from below, in a chillingly calm voice.
Then, she disappeared into a swarm of pure red color and flower petals, lifted straight up past Weiss, and back into the carriage.
"You…"
Weiss cursed herself. For all the time she found others boneheaded for forgetting she could fly, it had entirely slipped her mind that Ruby could virtually do the same with her own semblance.
"We're not out of the woods yes, my friends! Hoist up Schnee!"
The hands on Weiss' upper arms lifted her back up to safety.
After that harrowing experience, Weiss was nearly ready to kiss the floor of the airship. They were probably two hundred feet in the air, and the horrifying thought of Ruby dropping from that height was firmly etched into her brain, even if she could logically know that her semblance would protect her.
"What the hell, Torchwick?!" screamed Yang. "Why'd you shout at her like that?"
"Forgive me for my loss of temper; it was impolitic. But I cannot bear to hear that lie about Mountain Glenn ever stated again." For the first time in her life, Weiss looked at Roman Torchwick's face and saw a look of anger. "Too many died for the truth to remain covered up as they would have it."
"Truth?" asked Ruby. "I didn't lie. Mountain Glenn fell because it lacks the ocean and mounta–"
"Enough," growled Torchwick. "I can forgive you, my friend Ruby, for you know not what you say, but the so-called teachers who continue to peddle the cover story of the government have poisoned your brain and fed you nothing but mistruths and deception. Mountain Glenn did not fall because of some poor planning in regards to geography and natural defenses against Grimm. It was because of that man, no, that wretched beast who calls itself a man…Merlot."
Somehow, in logic that continued to elude Weiss' rational train of thought, Torchwick decided to clam up about this Merlot fellow after all of the build-up. The man had literally accused a person of somehow instigating the greatest Grimm attack in recorded history, and he then decided that he was going to refuse to explain the details.
"Who is Merlot?" asked Blake.
"You would probably be best off not knowing," said Torchwick. "He may deserve all of the blame, but knowledge can be a burden."
"How did some man cause a city to fall to Grimm?" Yang inquired.
"Let's focus on the mission."
"You said you didn't want the truth to be covered up," said Weiss.
"I said I didn't want the cover story they made up to continue. The people who designed Mountain Glenn were among its first residents, and they carefully chose the location. The lack of certain resources like a defensive perimeter with an ocean on one side and a mountain range on the other were offset by the advantage of low Grimm populations and a location that was far off from natural migration patterns. I will hear no word of blame towards them on this mission. To do so would be to besmirch the good name of the brave men and women who served their kingdom and laid down their lives among the other victims."
Well, wasn't that just peachy? Another mystery for Team RWBY to have to keep in mind.
And yet it raises a new question that I never considered before. It must be dangerous to come out here, even for a career huntsman like Torchwick, and yet he chose to dump Mercury's body in Mountain Glenn of all places for some reason. It couldn't have just been to hide it, or he would have just buried it in the woods outside of the kingdom.
What if…What if he's trying to drag us out here? What if we're not the only ones who are trying to find something in this husk of a colony? Could there be something out here he wants us to see?
Weiss didn't like the thought of it, but Torchwick's motives might not have been as nefarious as she'd initially thought. He had killed people to hide his criminal background, and the rampaging paladin caused untold devastation to downtown Vale and its residents, but many with noble causes tended to lose sight of the collateral damage along the way – in fact, it was only easier for those who believed themselves to be in the right.
If he thinks he's exposing some cover-up, I could imagine him justifying deaths in his heads in the name of whistleblowing.
Or what if he wants us to be the ones to expose this Merlot fellow of his? Dear Gods above, we were planning to have the professor on our expedition be the one to reveal Mercury's corpse, and now the roles might just be reversed.
Roman's presence on this mission had complicated things for Weiss. She still knew he needed to be brought to justice, but she had a feeling that until she knew just why he had done all this, she would never be able to sleep easy.
As the airship flew off, Weiss looked around for this supposed Miracle Ivy and found none.
"Where's the plant, boss?" Yang asked, equally unable to locate the supposed source of their mission. She hopped up to the window of a half-ruined building and peeked inside. "I thought this place would be teeming with it."
"I'm afraid I don't know." Torchwick placed his hand to his brow to block out the sun and scanned the cracked pavement of the street on which they stood. "Can't see any from where I'm standing, that's for sure."
"Isn't this where they set up their base of operations?" Blake asked. "Shouldn't there be tons of Miracle Ivy all around us?"
"Not quite," Torchwick said, shaking his head. "Right now, we're at the location of their emergency beacon. If they set it off in some place other than their base camp, it's quite possible that the two locations are spaced apart by quite a bit. Team RWBY, I'm going to be completely honest with you –"
I somehow doubt that.
" – I'm not even sure this plant exists. Remember, I know as much as you do; we read the same mission briefing. I've never been out here before, and I've certainly never engaged in botanical expeditions."
"But you do know the secrets of who actually caused this mass disaster," Blake sarcastically snarked as she pushed open a door to a building and peeked inside. "Despite never having been here."
Torchwick's lips sucked in. "Yup. Look, I know it probably sounds offensive to the energies of any reasonable person, but there's a lot more going on there than you know."
"So tell us," Weiss asked. "If there's something my team needs to know about all this to remain safe out here, I must insist you inform us of this missing knowledge. It is as you said – we all just want to go home alive at the end of this. Right?"
Weiss looked to the other three girls and got a nod. Together, they surrounded Torchwick, both physically and metaphorically.
The man looked like he was at war with himself for a moment, and Weiss patiently waited for him to make his choice. If he told them, it would be all resolved. If not…
Perhaps I could falsify storming off in anger and begin searching for Black's corpse.
"Fine," he said at long last. "But you have to promise me this information stays between us. The council of Vale might do something drastic if they found out you knew. And I'm not going to tell you everything – only what you need to stay safe out here. Merlot was a scientist who operated his principal laboratories within Mountain Glenn. He was one of the founders of the city, and his fortunes funded a lot of it in exchange for some leeway from the council to perform…experiments."
"Experiments?" Weiss asked. If this scientist of Torchwick's needed to bribe the council and flee the kingdom's watchful eye in order to perform these experiments, she had a bad feeling about how ethical they would be.
Torchwick's eyes narrowed. "Experiments on –"
TDNNNK!
The door that Blake had been opening fell off its rusted hinged and clattered to the floor.
The team waited tensely in silence as the echo of the clanging noise rang out through the city empty of all types of beings but one – Grimm.
After a nerve-tingling minute, there were no howls of Beowolves or caws of Nevermore, meaning that they had just narrowly avoided detection from every beast within this playground for monsters.
"Whew." Ruby wiped her brow. "That was a close one."
KRRRCK-KLOOOOM!
The rest of the building came toppling down on top of itself. It had been a two floor structure of about the size of a house, and this time the noise was far louder.
From off in the distance, Weiss heard the familiar sound of hissing that could only come from a King Taijitu. Within seconds it was joined by the clicks of a Deathstalker coming from the other direction.
"W-Whoops," Blake said, blushing.
"It's fine – if anything, this saves us time." Torchwick tossed his cane up into the air and caught it at the base. "We're here to learn, and as huntsmen and huntresses, there is no better way to learn than practical experience. Arms at the ready, Team RWBY."
Torchwick may have been an enemy in truth, but unless he'd struck up an accord with the God of Darkness, he was conditionally an ally when they were all equally threatened by the dangers Grimm posed. For the time being, Weiss would fight alongside him, as she had no choice otherwise.
"As I am the chaperone, I shall kindly ask that you leave any particularly large or dangerous Grimm to me, my friends." Torchwick's cane opened up on the rear end to reveal itself as the barrel of a Dust cannon. Holding it in a manner not unlike a shotgun, he took aim at a Deathstalker coming their way. "Other than that, you are free to hunt."
Blake's accidental noisemaking had probably attracted the vast majority of Grimm in the local area, but there were still plenty more within the walls of the city. Thus, even when the last Beowolf, the straggler of a particularly late joining path, was pierced through the snout by Myrtenaster, Weiss' guard didn't drop.
"We'll probably be safe for tonight, but we'll still need to post a lookout," said Torchwick as he reloaded his cane.
"I'll do it!" Ruby shouted, with such eagerness that Weiss nearly cringed.
"It'd be best done in shifts," Torchwick politely informed her. "Eight hours divided among five people, not just one person. However, you can go first if you'd please."
"Eight hours, uh, sounds like it might be better split among four people," Weiss said, testing the waters for how much she could get away with. The idea of Torchwick keeping watch while the rest of them feigned sleep wasn't pleasant at all. "It's better with an even two hours, is it not? As opposed to ununiform divisions of 96 minutes?"
"I suppose," Torchwick said. "But I'm going to have to insist that we sleep in a defensible location. This is no reflection on my trust in your skills but merely –"
"Yeah, yeah, energies and everyone goes home." Yang's gauntlets collapsed into their smaller forms on her wrists. "We know the drill at this point."
"Excellent." Torchwick's hands clasped together. "Now then, I believe we have some searching ahead of us. To that end, I think it would be best if we scoped the perimeter of the city first and made our way inwards. It's most likely that a fleeing troop of frightened scientists and overwhelmed hunters would attempt to flee the city, given what lurks within, so we're more likely to find them…or, should the Gods be feeling unmerciful, their remains."
Weiss was about to nod when an odd thought struck her. "But…there are Grimm outside of the city."
"Hmmm?"
Weiss' brow furrowed as she thought about the words she'd nearly accepted at face value. "There are Grimm outside of the city, in just as great density as within. Mountain Glenn is uninhabited, and Grimm only congregate near humanity and the Faunus due to negative emotions drawing in their presence like lures."
"Er…w-well…I…I merely believe it would be best if we behaved methodically in our search routines. To avoid covering the same ground twice."
Ruby spoke up. "But you said –"
"Ruby," Weiss quickly interrupted. "The professor has made his decision. We, as the students must abide by it."
The scythe-wielder was smart enough to realize that Weiss wasn't shutting her down for the sake of shutting her down and stopped speaking.
"I thank you, my friend Weiss." The butt of Torchwick's cane slammed into the ground like a walking stick. "Now, onward!"
Weiss mentally thanked Ruby for not giving away too much. After all, if Torchwick knew they were onto him, he would grow more cautious and withdrawn.
It wasn't so much the fact that he had an error in his logic as it was how he stuttered when called out on it and then immediately defaulted to abandoning it entirely and switched to a new argument altogether. That meant he'd revealed more than he'd intended to.
It wasn't lost on Weiss that the timely intervention of the Grimm had halted Torchwick's story or that he'd never picked up where he left off when the threat was addressed.
Given what lurks within…that's what I need to decipher. Grimm dwell both inside and outside of the crumbling barriers of Mountain Glenn, meaning that he had to be referring to something else. But what could be so frightening to the botanists and their escorts that they would give up their supposedly world-changing work and flee the city altogether?
Merlot? If Torchwick is too cagey to answer, it probably has something to do with that man. He performed presumably unethical experiments within this cursed city. Is it possible…something remained?
Or is it Mercury's body, and he merely fears us uncovering it? If so, then it would be further away from the walls, where he's trying to keep us.
"Will you be joining us, my friend Weiss?"
Weiss looked up to see that the rest of the search party had nearly left her behind.
"C'mon, leader," said Blake. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us."
Nodding, Weiss jogged after them.
That we do.
Their search for the remainder of the first day yielded no results, in terms of missing botanists or mangled assassins. For the entire day, they saw no signs of any people, living or dead, thought they did encounter (and quickly dispatch) the occasional Grimm that wandered into their paths.
It wasn't without some success, though.
"Is this it?" Weiss asked Torchwick.
The man merely shrugged his shoulders. "I've no way of knowing for sure, but it was described as extremely difficult to cut and possessing regenerative powers. The early reports from before the botanists ever came out here described it as regrowing when cut with alarming speed."
Weiss tugged on the vines, and it maintained its shape with an almost wood-like resilience to being bent. "Unless we find any other uniquely durable plants out in these parts, I think it's safe to say we've found our Miracle Ivy."
All of them, Torchwick included, immediately began to fondle and play with the vine closest to them, as though they might be able to uncover what was so special about these plants through tactile senses.
Weiss' strand of ivy was a dark brown in color and reminded her more of the trunk of a tree than the thin ropes that ivy tended to be, but she wasn't green-thumbed enough to differentiate just what taxonomical or horticultural difference distinguished ivies from vines, trees, ferns, or other naturally occurring types of plant life.
What she did know was that this ivy did seem to be wrapping around the walls of a building and snaking upwards from the ground to its room. The structure of the plant may have resembled a tree when observed close up, but no tree Weiss had ever seen crawled upwards along a flat surface like a snake.
"Dear Gods," Torchwick's disembodied voice said, for Weiss was far too preoccupied with examining the ivy to turn his way. "This building…it's the Huntsman Barracks."
It lends even more credence to the pseudoscientific theory that huntsmen's and huntress' blood acting as fertilizer caused this ivy to morph into something new.
"Step back for a second, my friends." Torchwick cleared his throat. "I'm going to break some, and I'm not sure exactly what to expect will happen."
Weiss and the others retreated a few paces back. Weiss shepherded her team together and put a Glyph between them and Torchwick, just to be sure. "We're ready, sir."
He placed a gloved hand against a particularly thick vine of ivy and grunted with exertion, but the ivy broke on the first try. Nothing else was required, and nothing amazing happened. Weiss had somehow been expecting it to take more effort.
"Maybe it's dead?" Yang offered, peering over at the damaged plant. "It does look a lot less green than your typical potted plant."
Torchwick nodded. "Or maybe the threshold for 'extremely durable' is lower for botanists than it is for hunters. It isn't regrowing, though." His lips squished together, and his face contorted in confusion. "I thought they said…"
"It's only been a few seconds," Weiss said. "Perhaps they meant that it can regrow in a matter of days, compared to other species of ivy regrowing over months?"
"I feel as though I've let you down by not familiarizing myself with ivy-facts more, my friends." He gingerly placed the chunk of wood-like plant in his hand back down on the ground. "But I think we should camp here for the night. It's getting late, and the Huntsman Barracks is probably the safest place to sleep, if any place in Mountain Glenn could truly be described as 'safe.' We can check on the ivy's regrowth tomorrow morning and see if it's changed. The more we know about this ivy, the better idea we get of how our missing botanists might have been thinking when their problems arose."
Weiss took out her scroll and quickly photographed the portion of the plant that Torchwick had damaged so that she could inspect it tomorrow. After all, if the ivy regrew by a matter of millimeters, the naked eye wouldn't be able to see such differences, and it certainly would have trouble recalling the precise positions of the plants down to such exacting distances.
Building a camp was a simple task for the quintet. Dividing up the work, Weiss commanded Ruby to unpack their goods and set up shop while Blake and Yang went out to gather some firewood while also scouting their surroundings for threats and avenues of escape. Meanwhile, she and Professor Torchwick cleared the three floors out the building they'd chosen.
Every second she spent in Mountain Glenn made her feel twitchier. The architecture was no different than Vale's, but that only added an eeriness to the theme of the city. Vale was a safe place; there were eyes everywhere, and if danger in black and white or any other color somehow managed to make it in, it would immediately be spotted, pointed out, and, sadly, filmed. Here, however, there was no safety net of passive observers which Weiss had come to expect, but for her three teammates and the man supervising them.
"I must say, you've been…different since we've gotten to Mountain Glenn," Weiss said to Torchwick, Myrtenaster at the ready, ostensibly for Grimm but in reality for anything. "I was expecting this to have gone differently."
"As I said, I try to be both a friend and a Sensei to the student body, but I leave that at the door and do my best to remain professional when the hunt is afoot."
Weiss had meant that she expected more sly winks and subtle manipulations, but she supposed he had eased up on the 'energy' and 'my friends' bullshit schtick that made him the most popular man among the Beacon crowd.
"I hope this has been an enriching experience for your team," Torchwick said, entering into the last unchecked room as Weiss watched their six. "You requested to come here so that Ruby and Yang could learn more about their kingdom's history. It is my dearest hope that their energies have improved or shall improve for this experience."
"As is it mine."
Weiss was about to step out of the room, but Torchwick's cane suddenly raised and pressed against the doorframe to block her path with its length. Weiss' hand fell down to Myrtenaster as her eyes flared at the teacher.
"Forgive me for the casual use of my weapon, my friend. I merely intended to request you stay a moment so that we can have a private discussion."
"Something you don't want my team to hear?"
"Something that is best suited for a leader to decide whether or not to disseminate." Torchwick's cane fell back down to his side and he sat down cross-legged. "Team RWBY may be my pupils, but they are yours first and foremost, and I shall trust your judgment on how pertinent this knowledge is to them. Share it if you will, but do so with caution."
"I will," Weiss lied, with every intention of immediately blabbing to Blake the second she was alone. She sat down opposite him, resting her legs to the side so as to not give him a view up her skirt from the cross-legged position.
"Mountain Glenn is…a dark place, my friend Weiss. The darkest place in the world of Remnant save for the unexplored Grimm continent itself. There is a pervasive dark energy here, one that haunts this place. I'm sure you've felt it."
Weiss put no stock in a madman's ramblings of energies to be sensed, but anyone who came to Mountain Glenn would immediately be able to tell that this was no ordinary land. Not even the set of a horror movie could be so disquieting as the calm façade of silence with danger at every turn.
"The truth is, this city was tainted from within. By Merlot."
So, it was about that. Weiss took in a breath as Torchwick continued.
"He was a man possessed by visions of the future – metaphorically, before you begin to question my sanity here. A biologist and mechanical scientist by trade, he oft described himself in his own words as a futurist. To Merlot, humanity (and presumably our Faunus family) was never good enough. He believed that the society as a whole was on the brink of the next stage of evolution, and it needed a push."
"He was insane, then." Weiss had heard of lunatics who believed in eugenics and the supremacy of certain traits. These folks tended to be among the circles that Weiss' parents, both biological and adoptive, fought against.
"Insane, absolutely, but with the genius to back it up. I'm not exaggerating this, my friend. He…He experimented on Grimm." Torchwick ran a hand through his hair. "And it worked."
"But that's impossible," Weiss immediately said. "No one can conduct research on Grimm."
It was well known that captivity and Grimm did not mix. Pushing aside the extreme risks associated with capturing them, Grimm would batter themselves to death the second they were enclosed in cages or other restraints. Tranquilizers didn't work on them, nor did chains. Their biology ignored sedatives altogether, and Grimm in chains would literally gnaw their own limbs off rather than remain trapped.
"As I said, Merlot was a genius, but a man with no moral compass whatsoever. He came to Mountain Glenn, the border of the world, because it was the one place he could import equipment from Vale while being within range of wild Grimm. It was believed that his work racked up extremely high casualty counts, and in the end, his efforts to lure Grimm closer ended up bringing this city down. But before it did, he succeeded. His greatest work was completed, and his dreams of pushing evolution forward were realized. He'd cracked the code for modifying Grimm."
"Modifying…"
"Augmenting them, with both biological enhancements and technological improvements. I know not if it was a discovery relating to their genome or some sort of method of neutralizing their immune system's rejection of foreign matter, but he could add things to the Grimm. And it gets worse."
Weiss was now starting to feel very uncomfortable, being alone with Torchwick in this enclosed space and being trapped in this horrid city altogether. But another part of her, the morbidly curious part, couldn't help but desperately desire to know that the 'worst part' was going to be.
"In the eleventh hour, as the city was falling because of Merlot's own actions, he conceived of something new. The true next stage of evolution, in his warped eyes, for my people and yours. Weiss…he wanted to splice hunters and Grimm together."
Next Chapter: To Aberrate
In which Weiss Schnee finds herself trapped in a scene ripped straight out of a horror movie.
Author's Notes
What is this? Actual lore and story progression dropping? For the Roman plot? Unheard of!
I'll remind everyone again that we're in a different universe here on account of the Ozpin and Salem differential. Also, I notice that a lot of my current stories (both of them, in fact), hinge around the fact that Ozpin is just a human man with no magic, for varying reasons.
Happy rats, and don't do crime!