PLEASE DON'T SKIP THIS PART AND JUST ASSUME THIS IS ANOTHER CHAPTER!
Hey guys.
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You're probably wondering where the fuck the next chapter is.
Or you completely forgot about this, saw this pop-up in your notification, and said "Oh. Neat." Or something along those lines.
Mostly likely the latter.
Anyways, where's the next chapter? I have no idea. I literally don't.
Sorry. I was trying to write the Chapter for the past few months, but I kept putting it off because "Hey! There's no deadline so why not?!"
Yes, I'm well aware I have a procrastination problem. Hell, I even procrastinated this Author's Note. Although I guess that's mostly in Shame rather than in Laziness.
Why Shame?
While I was struggling to write the next chapter, I decided to go back on the first few chapters and…Oh God. It was terrible.
"I fucking wrote this?!"
…Okay I didn't actually say that...out loud. I already know what I write is shitty anyways. Lel.
To be fair though, that was when I was uploading Daily. I would stay up late at night, typing in my tablet as my teenage mind filled up with so many bullshit things.
I'm probably not any better now, but you get the idea. I REAAAALLYY tried to ignore the shitty-ness I wrote and continue writing, but after more and more, I just couldn't get it out of my head after noticing so many damn things wrong.
"Wait, does the beginning of the story really impact everything else that much? Why not just rewrite those chapters you didn't like?"
Well, that would take a LOT to do, because I basically didn't like everything about those chapters.
1.) I made Caboose a fucking Gary Stu. Everyone likes him, and he's somehow strong now after one day. Fuck I'm retarded.
2.) Ironwood. I really didn't want to make him like he is in the story, I wanted him to feel like military, but now he's basically someone who's just arrogant and thinks his dick is the biggest on Remnant, but the past me thought "Let's do this because why not?!" God-damnit me.
3.) You know the pause things I have? Well, past me thought it would be a great idea to make some of those pause HALF FUCKING MS WORD PAGES LONG!
4.) Chapter 11. Need I say more?
5.)Why didn't Washington and the others ask for more information from Ozpin? They seemed to have a lot of time in the world. I skipped this because we don't actually know why Ozpin has enemies and etc etc, but that came to bite me in the ass in this chapter.
6.)Plot holes.
On top of all that, the reason I was struggling so much with this new chapter is because it feels so FUCKING REDUNDANT!
Seriously! Everything that I seem to write seems to be so redundant! Washington Carolina Freelancer shit, Sarge True Soldier Shit, Caboose being stupid yet somehow smart,
GOD I'M RETARDED!
I wanted to continue writing, I really did, but this just kept coming back to my mind. And a few recent reviews just solidified it for me. Of course, I don't hate those who review/critique, in fact I really appreciate that they spent actual time analyzing my work. Of course, in the end it's pretty shitty, but yeah.
I really need to rewatch Red Vs Blue again. It's been a while, and still waiting for Red vs Blue Season 16. As for the other show, RWBY…
I'm just gonna be honest, I'm not exactly too fond of Volume 5.
If you've read my long comments, then you know that I don't hate Volume 5, I just think it's somewhat going downhill with plot points and meh-ish fights, excluding the one in Episode 13 and 10. If you want an example of a plot point, here:
"We have about two weeks before Adam's attack on Haven." – Ghira.
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Wut.
Blake (Vale) to Menagerie – Six Months.
An entire, CONTINENT OF FAUNUS, who are riding boats operated by the same man of Blake's boat (And several others of course who operate the other boats), as well as the fact that he says that they need training – Two weeks.
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Yeah, not buying that.
Also they made Adam into an Edgy Ex-Boyfriend instead of a White Fang Leader for the sake of implementing him into Blake's story despite the fact that the White Fang is an organization against the whole of Remnant.
"It happened in a different timeline!"
Two weeks is two weeks. No timeline will say different.
Again, I don't hate Volume 5. I just think that there is so much…Well-
Epsilon/Church: Okay, okay, look... they're just standing there and talking, okay? That's all they're doing. That's all they ever do, is just stand there and talk. That's what they were doing last week, that's what they were doing when you asked me five minutes ago. So, five minutes from now, when you ask me, "What are they doing?" my answer's gonna be, "They're still just talking, and they're still just standing there!"
…Yeah, that.
On top of that, I really needed some sort of explanation for some stuff in Volume 3, like why not make Glynda or an experienced huntress a Maiden, why does Salem hate Ozpin, why is Cinder doing what she does and what does she want, and etc.
Seriously. Ilia, a character introduced in Volume 4, has a backstory, but Cinder, a character introduced in Volume 1 (Or 2 I guess), we still have no idea why she's "evil". She wants power, but why?
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Sorry, you didn't come here to hear me rant about this, did you?
Anyways, you're probably just reading through all of this, thinking: When's the next chapter?
Either that or you're thinking: This guy's begging for so much attention as if he thinks he's special and thinks that people actually recognize this guy by name not by story.
The latter might seem insulting to you, so, really sorry about that.
Anyways, I really don't know when the next chapter's going to come out. I'm thinking of rewriting this just to fix plot points and overall increase the quality.
To be honest, I think this story only became popular because Caboose was kind of a Gary Sue, kinda like how Jaune is for RWBY. But I think I'd rather have a low review story with decent characters than…this thing.
Not saying I hate Gary Sue Jaune/Caboose Stories, just that this one in particular sucks at it.
I really wanted Caboose to be…Caboose, instead of this person whom I can't even recognize anymore.
Not saying I didn't screw up with the other Characters, oh hell no I saw that in Chapter 11 and a few other points.
Anyways, some of you might take this as just another way of saying I have Writer's Block, but after looking through my shitty-shit in the first few chapters, I basically lost the will to continue writing this because of how it began.
So, this story is dead.
Great, I couldn't even keep a promise I made in an Author's Note. Fuck I'm Retarded.
I kind of miss the days where I'd just randomly write Fanfiction Chapters without a care in the world, and with no experience in writing or creativity in general. I still have Zero classes/experiences in those two things, but I think I've at least somewhat improved.
Also, despite my cripplingly low-self-esteem, I'm aware that a lot of you apparently really like this story. I have no idea what I'm doing right, but…
Thank you. Just, thank you to everyone who've read this story. Whether new or old. Just thank you, so much. I appreciate the time you spent reading this, and I hope that you aren't too unhappy to see this story die.
Just, thank you, all of you, so much.
You've made me a very happy Random Author of Fanfiction. Thank you.
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Guess I should say something else too.
Another part of the reason why this story's dying is…well in all honesty, in kinda feels like homework or even a chore at this point. Probably just me talking to myself on disappointing you guys…then again I'm probably disappointing you guys a lot right now.
Sorry, again.
On the ridiculously off chance you still think this story can be still worked through, here's the chapter I was working on. I'll leave you to be the judge of if this is decent or not, or Redundant or whatever. This was mostly a forced chapter for me to write, because of how much I realized the first ones sucked and basically ruined the rest of it.
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The Idiot and Freelancer in Remnant
Because the author is a lazy asshole dumbfuck who continues procrastinating this story, not all of the Reds and Blues were inside Ozpin's office. It was just Washington in his wheelchair, Carolina, Tucker, and Sarge. The others either declined because of their own reasons, Caboose was too…Caboose-y for this, or decided they were too lazy too…the latter was only one, who instantly got shot in the face afterwards.
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As the group patiently waited for the two Beacon teams, Qrow drank from his flask.
"You four wanna go for a drink sometime?" The Drunkle asked the armored soldiers.
"No thanks son, the battlefield is no place for drinks…except for a strong vodka." Sarge responded.
"Can't you take this seriously?" Carolina asked the colonel.
"Well, it's like Ozpin said. They're just kids. What we're doing now shows just how much we trust them to help out in whatever's about to come…and our trust in you for suggesting it." Qrow said, drinking some more alcohol down his throat. Ironwood sighed, but said nothing, which didn't go unnoticed by the other Headmaster in the room.
"I believe it is in our best interest, James, to go along with this."
"Ozpin, I know you're a reasonable man, but what could they do to change whatever's to come? For all we know, they could get in the way and be distractions." Ironwood questioned, turning to the coffee drinker, who sighed.
"We both know that the Vytal Festival is the biggest gathering Remnant's ever seen. With the recent events, we both know of the possibility of our enemies striking, it's when we're at our most vulnerable after all. Even your military succumbed to their acts." He explained. Ironwood sighed, but not one of frustration, and turned back to the elevator.
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"How are you doing, Mr. Washington?" Ozpin asked, trying to break the silence in his office.
"Well, all things considered, fine. A bit fried here and there, but fine." Washington said, sitting in his wheel chair.
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"How much longer is this going to take?" Sarge asked. Washington shrugged.
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"Hey, just a random question while we wait." Tucker started, turning to the Beacon Headmaster.
"What is it?"
"Well, how come everyone I met so far has names after a color?" The Teal soldier asked. Ozpin sipped on his coffee cup, and answered.
"During the Great War, many soldiers fought strong and noble for their respective Kingdoms. Although they did what they could to protect their people from Grimm and other soldiers, they could not protect them from their own fear." He started. Ironwood followed up.
"Atlas and Mistral had a partnership, and the former had an…agreement. The people of their own kingdoms would learn how to repress their emotions, which lessened the Grimm nearing our borders exponentially, this, however, lead to a…bad outlook on the two Kingdoms.."
"And that's why it was Vale and Vacuo, vs Mistral and Atlas, right?" Carolina asked, having read a bit of this herself. The General nodded, and the Glynda continued.
"With this repress of emotions in Mistral and Atlas, and the ever growing fear of the War raging on just outside their doors, the people of each Kingdom began to have a lost of identity. A loss of who they were." She said. The Drunkle continued.
"As cheesy as this sounds, the Council decided to make a "Color Naming Rule", where their future offsprings would be based of a very notable and important aspect of art:"
"Color." Tucker finished. Ozpin nodded.
"Exactly." He responded.
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"Wait, why isn't your name a color then?" Tucker asked. Ozpin stayed silent for a moment, then sighed.
"I've…lived an extensively long life, Mr. Tucker. Much longer than anyone else, I've lived ever since the Great War, and when I was born, the color naming rule didn't exist." The female freelancer recoiled lightly at this.
"Wait what? You've lived since the Great War? How are you still alive?" Washington questioned. Ozpin said nothing but sipped his coffee mug. Carolina pressed her foot forward.
"Ozpin-"
*DING*
Interrupting the teal freelancer , the two Beacon Teams entered. They cautiously glanced around the office, noting the presence of the armored four.
"Um…hi?"
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Meanwhile, with Grif, Lopez, and Simmons, the duo were inside the Warthog's garage, which was just a bit next to the School. Lopez was lying down on a metal wheelbed-thing under the Warthog, Simmons was standing in front of the Warthog, doing something with the engine, and Grif was sitting down on a wooden chair, munching some chips.
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"What are we doing here again?" Grif questioned, throwing some chips through his helmet. The Maroon soldier groaned.
"I told you! If I could figure out a way to incorporate Elemental Dust into this, we could have rocket launchers, Cannons, or maybe even two Gatling Guns!" Simmons exclaimed, continuing to tinker with the engine.
"That's impossible. There'd be too much torqe in it." Grif responded.
"La mierde es torqe." (The fuck is torqe.) Lopez questioned.
"The fuck is torqe?!" Simmons repeated in English.
"You know. The whole heavy thingy or calibrating the gun like you do in your spare boring time that could be given to me, but instead it's with you." Grif sighed in disappointment.
"Oh how cruel the world is."
"Torqe isn't a thing!" Simmons exclaimed.
"Meh. Whatever. I'm just going to stop talking and say you're wrong and I'm right." The maroon soldier groaned.
"Grif…"
"Whatever. I'm gonna go see what the others are up to." Grif said, standing up and walking away. Simmons groaned.
"Whatever. We don't need him. Right Lopez?"
"No tengo, parte en esto." (I have no part in this.)
With Grif…
Grif got bored and just went over back to their room. He walked down the halls of Beacon, passing by the Blue's room, which was conveniently open. He peeked in, and saw the remaining three armored soldiers.
Donut was sat down in front of a small table, Doc sat on the opposite side, and Caboose was watching the duo.
"Oh! Hey Grif!" Donut said, holding a few cards in his hand.
"What are you guys doing?"
"We're playing Gwent!" Doc answered, holding his own set of cards.
"The fuck's that-You know what, I don't care, I'm just going to go take a nap, wake me up when we have to do the whole teacher thing." He said, as he walked out the room to his own, looking for a nap.
"Goodbye Griff!" Caboose said.
"FAREWELL." Freckles followed up. Donut turned back to the table, and dramatically laid down a card.
"Alright! Now I'll play Scorch to destroy your two Clan Axemen!" He exclaimed.
"Damnit! Skellige really needs some more resurrection options." O'Malley complained as the game continued.
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Tucker, Washington, still in his wheelchair, Sarge and Carolina were now in the basement/secret vault of the Maiden. Ozpin had given the gist of the talk in his office, the fairy tale, a cryptic message if it being real, etc. They had gone down first as the Elevator would've been a bit cramped.
The four armored soldiers waited. Sarge was leaning against the wall, Carolina stood beside Washington's chair, and Tucker was thinking about something. A moment of silence passed by the four.
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"Hey." Tucker started. Washington turned his head at him.
"What is it?" He asked. The Alien Ambassador sighed.
"I don't really know how to put this without sounding like a hypocrite but…" He started. Carolina raised an eyebrow under her helmet.
"What is it?"
"What can they actually do? Teams RWBY and JNPR?"
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"In all honesty, who knows." Washington responded, shrugging a bit. Carolina reluctantly nodded in agreement.
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"What?" Tucker responded.
"Although with the huntsmen and huntresses retreating to their home kingdoms with the recent Grimm rise, we're going to need all the help we can get. We've watched what they could do in battle, and it's impressive." She said.
"But what could they actually do? Like, examples and stuff. I know that Ozpin put a little more trust into his students more, but…" Tucker drawled. The Colonel sighed from behind him.
"I know that doubt, Tucker, even I feel it, and it's gnawing at me from the inside." Sarge started, raising his head.
"Here's the thing though; You could ask the same thing about us. Me, you and our soldiers. Our friends, comrades, allies, partners in crime." He followed up. Tucker tilted his head.
"What do you mean by that?"
"We had no part in this whole freelancer thing. We had no part in Chorus. We had no part with the Director. We were…canon fodder." Sarge explained.
"But without you guys…" Washington interrupted.
"I…We, would have never been able to do any of those." Carolina followed up. The gray freelancer nodded.
"You guys are some of the best soldiers, I've ever seen, I know that now. But when I first saw you, I thought you nothing but simulation troopers, cannon fodder in a meaningless war. Nothing more, most likely less." Carolina admitted.
"But here we are. Kicking ass, stopping wars and kicking sore more ass. Blue, it's not about what Teams RWBY and JNPR could do, it's about knowing it in the first place. Because if a bunch of...simulations, like us could save a planet, imagine what those kids could do." Sarge spoke.
Tucker looked down to the ground, and to the freelancer in the chair.
"Guess we really were screw-ups, huh?"
"No…well yes, but look at you now. All of you. You've grown. A lot. I think you need to realize that you and the rest are a whole lot better than your realize. Heck, you in particular is probably equal to Carolina at this point…Except in Hand-to-Hand Combat." Washington said. Carolina smirked under her helmet.
"Is that a challenge, Wash?"
"Never mind."
The four soldiers shared a chuckle, and waited in silence once more.
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*DING!*
The Elevator Door opened, revealing the rest of the crew, which the elevator surprisingly fit in. The seven students cautiously walked out, observing the area.
Ruby seemed confused and somewhat frightened, Weiss seemed the same, but less scared, Blake had her eyes narrowed as her night vision allowed better eyesight, Yang cautiously glanced around, a look of worry on her face.
Jaune was in Ruby's boat, but cast the occasional glance at Pyrrha, Nora was staying close to Ren, Ren was the same as Blake, minus the night vision, and Pyrrha just walked out of the elevator, nervously rubbing her arm.
"What…is this place?" Ruby questioned. Ozpin gestured for them to follow as they began walking down the long hall. The students nervously glanced at each other for confirmation on what to do.
"Just do it. We'll explain on the way." Carolina beckoned, pushing Washington towards the others, Tucker and Sarge following soon. They cautiously walked forward, and Jaune turned to Pyrrha.
"You know what this place is?"
"…What makes you say that?"
"Well, it did seem like you knew why and what they wanted to discuss with us was." Ren chimed in. Pyrrha sighed and looked forward.
"Ozpin?"
"Yes, I'm well aware, Ms. Nikos." The Beacon Headmaster responded as Qrow took another drink.
"Alright kids, here's the thing. That Fairy Tale Ozpin told you about around seven minutes ago is all real. The Maidens exist. Four powerful women with magical powers beyond any semblance or Dust can perform." The Drunkle started, surprising the seven even though they were told this in the office, was still surprising.
"Magic? As in, Magic magic?" Nora asked, head tilted. Glynda nodded her head in response.
"Each of them have the ability to perform various feats of magic. From flight, to elemental manipulation, to even abilities even we haven't seen yet. Their powers are unpredictable, which is part of what makes it so dangerous should it come to the wrong hands."She explained. Ruby, still nervous, asked a question.
"Why are you telling us this?" She asked. Qrow turned his head.
"Look, trust me when I say I don't want you all involve in this. Especially you two." He said, pointing at his nieces. "It was a suggestion that came from Ozpin and Misters and Miss dimensional travelers over there." He followed up, pointing at the group walking/rolling beside them. The Beacon team turned their heads at them.
"You guys?" Weiss asked, eyebrow raised.
"Yup." Sarge responded nonchalantly. Before Weiss could question this, Tucker spoke.
"Look, we could answer your questions about what kind of involvement we have any of this, which is in short: Nothing, how about you guys ask questions about the whole secret Super women thing, it's kinda getting repetitive." He said. The Beacon Teams didn't know how to respond, so they just turned back at Ozpin for an explanation.
"The reason why we're telling you this is because the recent Fall Maiden was attacked, and for the first time in Remnant's history, half of her power was stolen." He explained. The students lightly gasped in response, except for the Mistral Champion, who continued.
"Yes. And it seems like I'm next in line." She spoke. Jaune, who was walking beside her, gasped.
"What…?" Ironwood continued.
"Indeed. Once a Maiden dies, their power undergoes a certain set of rules, the main one being that the last person that she thought of would be next in line to receive the power."
"Unless it's a guy or an old hag. In that case, it goes randomly as far as we can tell, and let me tell you, it makes our job a whole lot harder." Qrow complained.
"What exactly is your job? From what I can tell you're some sort of secret group who protect these Maidens. What is it you all do?" Ren asked. Ozpin sighed, and for a moment, silence lingered down onto the group.
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"As you may have already concluded from our given explanation," Ozpin started. "There is a much greater power than just the Grimm. A power that could very well end the peace that we've been having for so many years." Ozpin stated cryptically. Yang widened her eyes.
"You mean…war?" She asked.
"Not a war between kingdoms…but a war nonetheless." Glynda said, glancing at the group of soldiers. Blake asked next.
"But…why now? Why not until we've graduated?" Carolina answered them.
"In case you haven't noticed, people are getting more and more on edge, which means the Grimm are getting stronger and more numerous. We don't have time to stand around and wait. For all we know, the enemy would strike again tomorrow, which would cause more chaos, which leads to more Grimm. And given this much chaos currently…well, you can piece it together." She spoke. Ren asked next.
"Not to change the subject too much but, why do this in the middle of the day instead of after school?" He asked.
"Yeah, I've kinda been wondering that too." Tucker admitted.
"In all honesty, it's because of the paperwork I need to do later on. After yesterday's incident, the Vytal Festival requires repairs, which require paperwork, which will likely take several hours, and I have to address the citizens needs as well. Same thing goes with the General for his Knights." Ozpin admitted. Ironwood followed upnext.
"Although it might sound like a trivial matter, people are complaining and starting to become scared of the future events. It's not just paperwork, as Headmasters, we have to assure our people that Remnant is safe. Not only that, but-"
"We get it, you have a lot of work to do later on. How about we continue?" Carolina interrupted, it wasn't one of annoyance but more of just wanting to continue. Ironwood sighed, but nodded in response. The heiress spoke next.
"Who exactly is our enemy?" Weiss asked. The soldiers turned their heads at the students, then at the Beacon Headmaster.
"That's…something we still don't know. You'll have to ask them for that one." Washington said, pointing at the teachers. It honestly didn't cross their minds until Weiss asked them, since all they knew was the Queen and the Assailant, no specifics.
"Wait, not even you guys know?" Nora asked. Carolina shrugged.
"To be honest, the only thing we have is that this…False Maiden is whose behind all of this. If we already knew who it was, we'd deal with it. Thing is though, I have a feeling it's much, much more than that. Isn't that right, Ozpin?" She asked. Ozpin sighed and Qrow answered for him.
"This'll be a story for another time, trust me when I say that this kind of information isn't spread around like teenage gossip. I'll say you're right in your suspicions though." The Drunkle said.
"Would help us understand a lot more though." Washington responded.
"Right now, all you need to know is that the Half-Fall Maiden is the current enemy. If you really must know, she's likely a subject of the Queen." Ironwood said. Ruby tilted her head.
"The, "Queen"?"
"Story, for, another, time." Qrow said, drinking some more alcohol down his throat. A few of them sighed as the group continued forward, a moment of silence falling on them all.
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"I'm…Sorry for keeping this from you all." Pyrrha apologized, as is her habit. Jaune turned his head at her in surprise.
"Why should you be?" He asked. Ren followed up.
"Nobody could have handled this kind of pressure well, and one could say it could cause someone to break. Nobody's blaming you for this."
"Yeah!" Nora cheered.
"He's right you know." Washington said. "Ozpin's…kinda putting a really, really big responsibility on you."
"And you're still a student. It's understandable why you didn't tell them. It's not exactly something you share nonchalantly." Carolina followed up. The Drunkle turned his head questioningly.
"Weren't you the ones bickering about how Oz should've just come clean to everyone?" Qrow questioned, eyebrow raised.
"It would've been a lot easier if everyone knew it to begin with. I'll admit, I honestly have no idea what I would do if I were in his shoes. It's just that…he reminds me a lot of…my dad, I guess." Carolina said.
"You mean the Director guy from your story?" Qrow asked. Washington nodded for her, knowing as Carolina was a bit sensitive on that topic. Mentally, of course, she wouldn't actually show it.
"He was…well, shady from the start. It was part of why there was such a distrust between him and his agents, and what eventually led to us being split apart. Ozpin is hiding this secret for good reason, I understand but…" Washington drawled, and surprisingly, Pyrrha continued.
"It's just that he's a leader. A leader of one of the most renowned academies on Remnant. It was my trust on my teammates vs the Headmaster's trust in me. I suppose Mr. Washington and Ms. Carolina were just concerned of history repeating itself, right?" She asked, turning her head at the soldiers. Carolina nodded.
"Thanks." She thanked. Qrow didn't seem too satisfied with that answer, but turned forwards.
"But…what do you mean by Pyrrha's next in line?" Yang asked, head tilted. Ozpin sighed, saying nothing.
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After some time walking, they arrived towards the end of the Vault, the Machine. The Seven students stared at it, walking closer. They neared one of the pods, containing the Fall Maiden; Amber.
"This is…the Fall Maiden?" Blake asked. Ironwood nodded.
"She's unconscious, but alive. We don't know for how long though." He stated. Ruby turned towards Ozpin.
"What are you going to do with her..?" She asked innocently, a concerned look on her face. He sighed, and turned towards Glynda.
"…Admittedly, we are well aware that to take advantage of those who are…in comatose is wrong, and are well aware of what we plan to do is even more so." She said. Blake tilted her head, a concerned look on her face as well.
"What do you mean..?" Pyrrha sighed, and answered.
"According to them, this is an…Aura Transferal, Machine." She said. Jaune widened his eyes.
"Aura…Transferal?" He repeated, to which Ironwood nodded.
"We can't force the Maiden's power out of her. But what we can do, is to give Pyrrha what it's bound to." He stated simply. Ren and Weiss widened their eyes at this.
"Her Aura." They chorused. Everyone else gasped. Jaune stuttered.
"B-But t-that's…isn't that-"
"Wrong!" Blake exclaimed, a scowl on her face. The soldiers had no reaction, because even though they knew the basics of Aura, they couldn't really speak much about this, not even Wash, since he's only had it for a few weeks or so. Glynda pushed her glasses up.
"We're well aware. But desperate times call for desperate measures." She stated simply. Blake wasn't satisfied by that, and silently scowled.
"But, what would happen to…her?" Nora asked, gesturing towards the unconscious Maiden.
"It would be likely that her…personality and consciousness would flow into Pyrrha. It would be like a Woman with Two souls. In theory, it's possible it could be like the Medic from their team." Glynda answered.
"Doc?" Ren asked.
"Yeah."
"Not sure how I would feel about Pyrrha acting like someone we've never met before…" Nora drawled.
"Why? Why Pyrrha? Why would you choose one of your students to be a Maiden?" Blake asked, eyes narrowed.
"Amber is still a young woman. Should it be transferred to someone like Glynda, the age difference would likely cause…disruptions. Just for the sake of clarification, Amber has not had too much time to hone her power, only around a few months in did she get assaulted." Ozpin said.
"In any case, we can't afford to take any risks with this. Something like this has never happened in Remnant's recorded History, so there's no telling on what could happen." He continued.
"Then why put Pyrrha through this?" Jaune asked in confusion and doubt, his eyes narrowed as well.
"It's because I've seen her potential, her skill in battle, her overall demeanor makes her the perfect candidate for the Maiden's power, and a trustworthy one as well." Ozpin answered.
"But…why? Why is all of this a thing? Why do they want the Maiden's powers? Who are they?" Ruby asked in concern. Ironwood sighed.
"As of the moment, we're still not sure of what we should tell you. You're still students learning about the world." He turned his head towards Pyrrha. "We still require your answer, whether or not you'll agree to this is entirely up to you, of course."
"What will this mean for Pyrrha if she does go through it?" Washington asked, since they didn't have much time to discuss this in the past. Ozpin sighed and answered.
"It means she would have to carry the burden of being the Fall Maiden. She would hold incredible power, and possibly another personality, but of course, would be sought out by the enemy." He said, before adding in another bit.
"However, if the consequences are that she does not, Amber will eventually die while in a coma, and it's likely that her last thought would be the assailant, meaning that her power would transfer over to her after death." Ozpin answered. Glynda sighed.
"We understand that this is a great burden that no one should go through, but we're desperate, and this is a lesser evil we have to take if we want to make sure that Vale, Atlas, Vacuo, Mistral and the lands in between stay safe." She said. Weiss turned her head at her.
"So…the incident with the Atlesian Knights…" She drawled. Qrow nodded.
"Were the work of the enemy. You've seen this happen already, which means we don't exactly have time on our side." He turned his head towards the Mistral Champion. "You've got an answer yet? To cut the chase, right now is the best time to-"
"I'll do it."
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Pyrrha wasn't the one who answered.
"Wait what?" Qrow said, turning his head towards…Ruby.
"I said, I'll do it." She said, determined. Ozpin coughed lightly, and responded.
"Ms. Rose, though I admire your determination, and you are indeed quite skilled for this, but-"
"Pyrrha is one my closest friends." Ruby interrupted, surprising...basically everyone down there.
"I'm not going let her be put under pressure under a choice that she doesn't want to make. I will. After all, it's what I signed up for when I went into Beacon, to be a Hero, to protect lives that can't protect themselves." She said solemnly, but determined.
"Ruby…" Yang drawled, a sympathetic look on her face, Glynda crossed her arms, but also had a sympathetic look on her face.
"Ms. Rose, we-"
"I'll do it."
"Weiss?" Ruby exclaimed, turning her head towards her partner.
"I'm not about to let a dolt like you risk your life for this. Besides, you'd probably just use it to make giant snowball fights or something." Weiss responded, a smile on her face, but it was one of…understanding.
"Weiss-"
"I'll do it." Yang spoke abruptly.
"Yang?" Blake questioned. Yang walked up beside Weiss and rubbed her hair.
"Not about to let my little sis' partner do this herself, right?" She asked, the same smile on her face. Pyrrha shook her head, but had a smile on her face.
"No, this is my responsibility, I don't want to drag you into this." She said. Nora crossed her arms, but smiled.
"We're friends, Pyrrha. It's basically our job to get involved with your problems." She said with a wide grin. "And hey, I wouldn't mind taking this for you, either." She followed up as her partner sighed, with a smile as well.
"I think we've all established that we'd be willing to do anything for each other, no matter what, even if it is as something as large as this." Ren spoke.
"…Really?" Pyrrha asked. Jaune nodded and walked over to Pyrrha, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"We're your friends, teammates, of course we'd help you out." He said. Pyrrha had a solemn smile on her face, and nodded.
"Thank you." She turned towards the rest of her friends. "Thank you all."
Before anyone could respond, Qrow raised his arm.
"Enough, we get it. You guys trust each other a lot." He said, but also had a smile on his face, as if reminiscing about something, and so did the soldiers.
"Heh, really brings us back huh?" Tucker asked.
"If you mean trying to kill each other for a flag, then yeah. It sure does." Sarge reminisced as they shared a chuckle. Washington and Carolina had their own conversation.
"Undying faith in each other…huh. The one thing we could never accomplish, huh?" Carolina asked the other freelancer.
"Yeah." He slowly turned his head towards Tucker and Sarge. "But we pulled it off in the end, didn't we?"
"I guess we did."
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Back to the main topic, Ozpin lightly tapped his cane onto the ground.
"I admire your trust and willingness to help one another, but Pyrrha should make her own decision." He sighed. "In all honesty, I'm somewhat hoping that she accepts now." He admitted. Weiss tilted her head.
"How come?"
"As we've previously stated, our enemy was behind the attack with the Atlesian Knights. There is no doubt that given the opportunity, they would search this entire school for the Fall Maiden. Once she's killed, it's likely that the power would go to her, based on her last thoughts. If not, it's possible it will just search for its other half." Ozpin answered.
"But, wouldn't it be safer for her to stay here? I'm guessing nobody outside this Vault knows this place exists." Ren questioned.
"And the others." Washington said, referring to the rest of the crew. "I'm fairly sure it's because a conscious Maiden is a lot harder to pin down rather than an unconscious one." He guessed. Ozpin nodded.
"Indeed." Glynda continued.
"Of course, it is still entirely up to you whether or not to accept it. Will you?" She asked with an understanding look on her face.
"But, if she gets her powers now, won't that mean she would have to be disqualified from the Festival? It'd not good to show off powers that likely Pyrrha wouldn't have control over." Blake questioned.
"Yeah, and Pyrrha's the Mistral Champion, right? If word got out she got disqualified, wouldn't more fear rise, along with more Grimm?" Washington realized.
"I am merely asking her decision whether or not to go through with this. Of course, I see your point." Ozpin started. "If she does accept, I plan to give her the power after the Festival, however, that would also increase the risk of our enemy conducting a move."
"Huh. So it's either a big risk, or another big risk. Great." Tucker deadpanned.
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"So…now what?" Ren asked. Ozpin sighed.
"I suggest you start heading for class. As for the rest of the Reds and Blues, tell them to prepare for their class." He turned his head to Pyrrha, but only nodded.
"I hope you have a good rest of your day." He bid as he started to walk back. The rest of them were confused. They had questions, but didn't know how to ask them at this point, so they all just walked back.
"I…still have a lot of questions." Blake said.
"We can answer them another time, right now, it's combat class." Goodwitch said. Ruby turned to the soldiers.
"Just try keeping this a secret, I guess. As much as we want Ozpin to trust his students more, we see where he's coming from." Washington admitted. The Beacon Students sighed, and waited for the elevator.
It was just them, and this was a big burden on their soldiers.
*DING!*
The first group went in, going back up. The others waited down below. Which were the five soldiers again, waiting for the elevator to come back down. Washington was sat down on his wheelchair, Carolina was holding it, Tucker was leaning against the wall, Sarge was with him…
And the invisible soldier had his arms crossed, processing what he just heard.
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Simmons and Lopez walked down the halls of Beacon, going over to their room and chatting…Kinda.
"What do you think Grif is doing?" Simmons asked.
"¿Cómo debería saberlo? Probablemente solo ser flojo." (How should I know? Probably just being lazy.) Lopez responded.
"Nah, Grif's too lazy to do something like that."
"¿Por qué insistes en tener una conversación falsa conmigo?" (Why do you insist on having a fake conversation with me?)
"Thank you Lopez!"
"Idiota."
The duo arrived to their dorm room door, and spoke the password.
"The Password is Password." Simmons spoke, as the fifty-something locks opened.
"Come on in, Red!"
"Tenemos un tonto Coronel." (We have a dumb Colonel.)
"You're right Lopez, Sarge is a great leader."
"Mátame " (Kill me.) Lopez said as the duo opened the door, where they found Grif-
"GET THE FUCK OUT!"
"AHHHHH!"
Simmons quickly shut the door as soon as it opened.
"¿Qué mierda fue eso?" (The fuck was that?) Lopez questioned.
"I cannot unsee what I just saw." Simmons said as he breathed heavily against the door.
"¿Ya no lo viste en Chorus en la gran fiesta después?" (Didn't you already see it on Chorus in the big after party)
"Now's not the time for pencils Lopez!" Simmons exclaimed as he stopped leaning against the door. Lopez groaned at his response.
"Estuve rodeado de idiotas toda mi vida. En serio, mátame " (I've been surrounded by idiots my whole life. Seriously, kill me.)
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Eventually, Simmons opened the door again, finding Grif with his pants on this time.
"This is why you knock, asshole." Grif spat out.
"Oh yeah! Like Fifty-Seven Locks isn't loud enough for a knock!" Simmons exclaimed. Grif shrugged.
"How am I suppose to hear it over the private entertainment on my scroll?"
"Por favor Dios no." (Please God no.) Lopez begged.
"See? Lopez agrees." Grif noted as the robot banged his head on the wall.
"Mátame."
"Whatever. That's not the reason why we came back here." Simmons started. " Sarge contacted us and our class is starting in the next fifteen minutes."
"Aw what?! We actually have to teach things?" Grif exclaimed.
"Eh. We're probably just gonna stand there in the background doing nothing while Wash and Carolina do the talking." Simmons said.
"Oh yeah."
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""Algo gay podría pasar aquí, más alegre que Donut, y eso es decir algo." (Something gay might happen here, gayer than Donut, and that's saying something.) Lopez said as he backed away from the room, leaving the two in silence.
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"Hey." Simmons started.
"Yeah?" Grif responded.
"You ever wonder why we're here?"
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"It's one of life's greatest mysteries, isn't it." Simmons shook his head.
"No, I mean, why are we here? In Remnant? Do we actually make a difference? I mean, a lot of the times we're just fucking around and doing nothing."
"So? What's a fight without the punchlines? If you've watched any anime ever, then you know that every group has that guy who spouts out bullshit and doesn't really do anything…You know." Grif responded.
"What does anime have to do with this, Dumbass?" Simmons asked.
"Because, whenever something happens in the group, they're usually the ones who come up and fix it up with some cheesy speech about friendship and magic, and and, maybe some of that light of hope of something like that."
"But we're not like that! We just fuck around pissing people off!"
"Exactly!" Grif responded, pointing a finger. "We're the the opposite. We're the hate glue! Or the kiss-ass glue. We make sure that their asses are out of anger, and out of complimentary compliments. Without us, they'd kill each other by now!" He said, which was surprisingly…smart for Grif to say.
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"Wow…that's…surprisingly reasonable." Simmons said.
"Look Simmons, I'm the lazy one, and you're the kiss-ass nerd. We're the stereotypes that stop these guys from breaking! You kiss people's asses, I piss them off, and they beat me up, they release their bent-up hate, and they live another day." Grif responded…again, sounding too smart.
"…Wow, I guess you have a point."
"Look, I get that feeling, but let's face it. We suck at fighting, but hey, at least we help out with their Pscyo-what'sit-gies."
"Huh. Well, thanks…Grif."
"Don't mention it. Seriously, don't." Grif said.
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"Well, alright then." Simmons turned around and walked out the door-
"Wait, we still have to go over and be a teacher." He remembered as Grif audibly groaned.
"Goddamn it! I thought that you'd forgotten." Simmons groaned in frustration.
"Stop being such a lazy fuck."
"See? It's working…fuck you though." The orange soldier complained as he walked out the door.
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The two Beacon teams and the four soldiers waited in the amphitheater. Tucker was sat down on a nearby bench on the lower platform, Carolina stood in the middle, arms crossed, Washington was say down on the side on his wheelchair, and Sarge was standing beside Tucker, cleaning his shotgun.
Goodwitch apparently had trusted them the class to themselves for this time, as she needed to assist Ozpin with paperwork, and the sooner it was finished, the better.
As for the Beacon Teams, they were all seated on the bleachers, doing their own thing.
After Ozpin's explanation, they decided to take his advice and just continue on with the day. It was still around ten minutes until the class actually started, so they waited.
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"Man. This is a lot to take in." Jaune said.
"Tell me about it." Pyrrha responded.
"But…isn't there anything we can do about it? Professor Ozpin told us this for a reason, right?" Ruby asked.
"I don't think there's much we can do. All I know is, the White Fang, of Vale from what I can tell, is taking orders from this assailant." Blake said.
"What makes you say that?" Yang asked.
"It's the only reason why they'd need so much Dust; Something big is going to happen, and I have a feeling it could change Remnant forever…And right now, it's indirectly resting on our shoulders." The Faunus responded. Nora let out a deep breath.
"Man…Think there's something we can do? I mean, you guys did kick Torchwick's butt before, right?" She asked Team RWBY.
"Well, we wouldn't even know where to start. This is something bigger than anyone could've imagined, and who knows who it could be?." Blake said.
"We could go check out the library. There could be something there." Ren suggested. Weiss shook her head.
"I doubt the Headmaster would miss something in his own library, although I suppose it's worth a shot." She said. The others nodded in agreement.
"You can do that after class." Carolina said from below them.
"Right. Sorry." Weiss apologized.
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"Ow!"
The group turned their heads toward the entrance, finding Grif…getting shoved by Lopez. The lazy soldier tried to stop himself at the doorframe, but was pushed through by Lopez, and Caboose.
"Excuse me Griff!" Caboose excused, as he pushed the soldier through…making him trip down the stairs, falling step-by-step.
"Oo!-Ah!-
Eh!-Gah!-
Ergh!-Grh!-
AGHHHH!"
*SPLAT!*
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Lopez facepalmed. So did Carolina. And Goodwitch. Everyone else laughed their asses off. Sarge louder than most.
"Goddamnit Caboose!"
Once everyone calmed down, the other soldiers went in, now waiting in the platform with the group.
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*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!*
A bell rang, and a few moments later, several first years were entering the amphitheater, each of them in their combat attire. One of those groups, was a group led by a certain Amber-eyed maiden. Turning to her lackeys, she nodded, and sat down behind Team RWBY.
"Good afternoon everyone, hope you all had a good Lunch." Carolina greeted, leaving Washington to the side.
"I'm Carolina. Brown one's Lopez, Pink one's Donut,-"
"Lightish-Red!"
"Purple one's Doc, or O'Malley I suppose, Red one's Sarge, Maroon one's Simmons, Orange one's Grif-"
"Isn't that yellow?"
"I'M FUCKING ORANGE!"
"-And the…cyan, one's Tucker. We'll be your temporary new combat teachers, Professor Goodwitch is busy helping your Headmaster with somethings." The female freelancer finished.
She heard several sighs of relief, and chatting amongst the students, some of them even taking out their scrolls and earphones. Somewhat understandably, given as to how strict Goodwitch used to be.
Carolina was not amused. Probably because she was used to Military discipline and training on Chorus.
"They're teenagers, Carolina." Doc reminded, knowing that this would cause some annoyance to her.
"They're teenagers who are training to defend the world from monsters that kill people and raze villages everyday." Carolina countered as she turned her head back to the chatting students, other than the two teams.
Tapping on a button on her helmet, she coughed, and shouted-
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!"
-With an amplified microphone voice, echoing around the room, instantly silencing anyone and dropping their scrolls, others covering their hands with their ears. Blake in particular curled up herself like a ball.
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"Good." Carolina said, satisfied, deactivating her mic.
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"Wait what? It ends there?"
If you're saying that you probably didn't read the first part of this.
Anyways, there you go. I think you can see what I mean by redundant. Simmons and Grif moment, Carolina Washington freelancer small talk, etc. It's just...ugghhh.
I really lost the will to write this.
But hey, if you guys, on the off chance you want to make me continue writing this, thinking that this story's can still be pretty good, then leave a review I guess.
As of now though, I really don't want to continue this story. If I am going to write this, I want a rewrite where I don't cram everything I do in one night in the summer. And, you know, a rewrite where I don't just randomly write things down as they go along…nah that's probably an inborn habit at this point, but I want to have at least an idea on where this story should go, as in an actual thought process of what events lead up to what instead of just the end result.
Anyways, if you really want this story continued, then leave a review. If there's enough to convince me, I'll continue from this point on.
Otherwise though, I think I'm just going to rewrite the story entirely.
To be honest, I do have ideas for what's to happen next, but the first chapters just…UGGGUGGUGUGUGUGUGUGHH!
Sorry I've rambled so much.
Anyways, reviews, I guess.
IronMan1337: Yeah. Guess I really did. I actually don't have Overwatch yet, but know of it to put in some references.
Bobbyax1: Yeah…I'm really really really really really really really really really really really sorry for letting this story die. Well, I guess it's not dead if people want this story to continue from here.
CP020: Yeah, I'm just using Google Translate for Lopez, assuming that's where he would get his Spanish from, and I'm already having trouble learning two languages, a third is too much.
scottusa1: The same exact short review, but thanks anyways, and again, really really sorry for killing this story.
Guest: How come Felix didn't notice that the Lieutenant sounds Locus?
Guess I fucked up that part too.
Josiah2200: Yeah, but I actually had an idea for that to work somehow…Although I guess that's not going to happen. Really really really really really sorry about that.
Also, those are really good ideas. Really good, actually…to be honest, I really want to write those down, but the thought of my shitty beginning chapters just kinda ruins my mood, and I basically had to force myself to write what you see there.
Those are really really good ideas, but I'm just a piece of shit that I can't even do them at this point, since this is dead and all.
Sorry, again.
…And apparently you reviewed twice.
Either that or I already answered the other one last chapter. In which case, sorry.
Again, good ideas. And I've actually had the whole Silver-Eyes Tucker thing in my head for a while, but I already made an Omake that he's not silver-eyed, and we still have no idea how the silver eyes work.
Seriously. No explanation. It's basically as vague as Cinder's motivation.
I could wing it, but that would eventually bite me in the ass.
Also, Tucker training scene was actually a scene I was thinking to do in this chapter…but then I went to the beginning chapters and basically punched myself in the face.
Also, with all these ideas, why not write your own Fanfic? I mean, if someone shitty as me got his first Fanfic to 200 reviews…somehow, then I'm sure you can do it. Just a bit of formatting and imagination, mostly.
And if this really is the best series you've come so far on this site…Then you're probably pretty new. Seriously. There are a lot better stories than this one.
Spartansneverdie312: Yeah. I'd justify that with rage fuels people, but I'm just gonna accept the fact I also fucked that part up.
BraveSeeker3:
1.) I literally made an Omake about how I got Wash's hair wrong. xD.
2.) The Doc numbers, I mean 2-4-1-10 alternating between Doc and O'Malley. Yeah, not that good which is what idiotic past me thought.
3.) I don't know what that means.
Tincanman123:
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Wut.
That wasn't really any close to hyper realistic or something. It was just me trying to make a random new report. Like I said before, I'm 14 and have basically no experience with this sort of stuff.
Eh. Relax. My Self-depreciation thing is just a force of habit of mine. I'm fine. Really. I am. No need to worry about someone like me anyways. Thanks for reviewing.
SpectorChris: Thanks for the compliment! And…huh. Guess that was showing all the way all back then huh?
Admittedly, writing has become more of a chore/homework to me more than a spare time activity, so…It was somewhat forced I guess. Again though, you really shouldn't care about someone like me anyways.
Again, sorry.
Guest: I just realized that the door is from monsters inc.
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Yes. That was totally an intended reference. Not something I just realized myself…
*nervous laughter*
Zoomer: No idea what that's referring to.
Samuel Loegan:
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I'm…really, sorry for disappointing you. I really am. I'm…so sorry. Seriously. I know I'm an asshole.
honeybadger894: I haven't played any Halo games yet, though I have a friend who's somewhat addicted to the franchise.
PolishFreelancer115:I just described the one from the CHIBI episode.
The Qrow:
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You ever get that heart-pounding feeling that you're about to be thrown in with a lot of logic on how much you suck? On how much you're terrible? That's the feeling I get every time I see a new review notified in my Gmail.
And I really don't know where to start.
First of all, thank you for writing down criticism on my story. I really need some after how shitty my writing is, and this helped. I know you're probably not reading this because you aren't reading anymore.
To be honest, I didn't really read it all through. I've read it, but my low self-esteem basically kept stopping me from reading on. I've read enough though that your points are valid.
I guess the only thing I could say is that if Remnant did exist within RvB/Halo's universe, then the whole concept of Aura would have been somehow discovered, because of how unique it is, and I doubt that corporations would turn a blind eye to that.
If the argument is that they're afraid Remnant is too powerful for them, then that's simply not true, because they have the technological advantage given that Space Travel is impossible for them, and that Project Freelancer, a Project that's said to have a small budget, was still able to afford a large ship, capable of obliterating an extremely tall skyscraper with a single blast.
And if this was an AU where Space Travel was possible for Remnant, then they would have set-up Satellites, effectively ruining Cinder's plan to destroy CCT towers, because the satellites would keep communication running between Kingdoms.
Basically, the only way I could connect these two distinctively different worlds is to…make them completely separate.
Also, I would requite knowledge about Halo, which I don't and I don't want to read through the entire wiki just to see how Aliens greet people or something.
Again, thank for the criticism…And sorry for disappointing you.
Of course, I don't hate you, and understand that you don't hate the story, and know that you're a nice guy. Thank you. Seriously.
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Great.
Now I feel like sins are crawling up my back.
I really, really want to continue writing this story, I really, really do, but there's just so much that we don't know and so much I want to fix. Like I said, I want to fix the beginning chapters for a good bit of reasons, and I really have no idea on what to do, because there's just so much we don't know. I want to make Cinder an interesting character, but I have no idea how to do that without even knowing what her character is. She's a manipulative mistress who wants power. That's it.
There's a lot more I can talk about, but it's not RWBY's fault. It's just my shitty ability to come up with original stuff, which is why I write fanfiction to begin with.
Anyways, with all that out of the way, do whatever you want.
Hate me.
Say you're disappointed.
Or be part of the group who wants the story to continue.
Like I said, if enough of you convince me to continue writing this story, then I'll continue, hopefully just a bit better.
If not, I'll rewrite this story from the ground up, hopefully not repeating the same shitty mistakes.
I really have nothing to say here, and I'm really not in the mood to write this.
You might think this is selfish of me, because so many people want to see this story continue, and I know that I'm being selfish, but I just…I don't even know anymore. God I suck.
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Thank you so, so damn much for reading this far, and hope you all have a great life.