RWBY x DMC - The Subhuman Huntress

[Fou-san]

"BIRDIE NO!"

Ah, the voice of Lindsay Jones… If I remember correctly as I'm falling to what is almost certain death, she voiced Vanessa Kimball in RVB, Hilda in that one 2014 superhero show RT did and Space Kid in Camp Camp. Funny how in the most dire of situations, those with ADHD can focus on the most random of things.

Ah, where are my manners!? I'm- You know what? How about we take this from the top?

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"They will see. We'll fight until eternity~" I'm bored… this is just an endless black, inky void… is this what the afterlife is supposed to be? "Come with me, We'll stand and fight together~" At least I have my memories, and can for some reason all of a sudden perfectly recall all these songs… Is this a perk to keep me from going insane? "Through our strength, we'll make a better day~" I really hope I could make a better day, if this is all it is can I at least have some agency of my movement rather than just feeling nothing but my own conscious thoughts and voice? "Tomorrow, we shall never surrender~" Nothing like Devil May Cry's more sombre-

"Ah! I see someone finally figured out the trick to my black room." AH FUCK MY EYES, "TURN THE DAMN LIGHTS OFF FUUUUUUUUU-AUGH" WHO THE FUCK IS PUTTING THEIR HAND IN MY MOU- Wait, I have a mouth, I have my eyes? I can TASTE HIS HAND!? "Shut the hell up, okay?" SHit spit it out, spit IT out, SPIT IT OUT! "My hand is clean, I washed it with sanitizer before putting it in your germ infested shithole." THAT'S THE PROBLEM, ASSHAT!

The man who shoved his sanitizer covered hand into my fucking mouth smiled as he withdrew it, and promptly wiped it on a cloth before throwing it into the air. Only for it to burst into flame. "You done freaking out?" My eyes bulged as I tried to comprehend the sheer fucking BULLSHIT that was what he had done.

It took a moment for my brain to catch up and the taste of hand sanitizer to spread across my tongue. He stood watching me with Apathy as I proceeded to scrape my tongue desperately to remove the fucking horrid taste. "DUDE! Not cool!" I yelled at him as I shoved myself off the floor with a final spit, the taste still fucking lingering on my tongue.

"Where the fuck are we?" I asked while attempting to shade my eyes from the harsh white light bearing down from above. Looking left and right, the place seemed to be never ending like I was in SCP 3008 without any of the fucking shoppery shit. "Welcome to what I call the in between." The man threw his hands into the air as he walked around me.

"You can call me Alphonse." Alphonse said, giving a small bow and pausing. As if the dick head had expected me to applaud him for some fucking reason. "John, John Fallout. My parents had a weird naming convention." I, of course, held a hand out for a handshake. "Oh? You must be a special one then." He stared at my hand for a second before giving it a firm grip and shaking. "You mind telling me what the fuck is going on? Because last I can recall, I got impaled by a DMC Devil Sword Dante and Yamato replicas that were made of metal." I scratched the back of my head as the question left my lips, seeming all too surreal and uncomfortable of a thing to bring up… Like, who the hell just brings up how they died? Me, that's who, apparently.

Of-course, that line of thought brought me back to how it happened in the first place. Like I was just walking by a booth at the Galcary Comic Expo, admiring the real sharp metal replica and wondering how the fuck they even got permission to hang a couple over the walk-way… Then the fucking metal wire holding up the Yamato and DS Dante snapped, allowing both to split my skull open.

"This is basically my home, well… second one" He seemed to grumble the latter part as he pouted. "But you're the first person I've had here since that ass Kulvero fucking kicked me outta my last one." Alphonse shrugged as if it was no big deal, and with a snap of his finger, a white board appeared behind him. "Uh huh…" There were little doodles of random things, Dick butt, Kill Roy… Hell, he even turned around and fucking drew a little duck with a switch-blade. Right next to a fucking sick as fuck stylized S.

"So, sorry about getting D-stracted." He turned back to me with a weird fucking smile. "Since you're the first guest I've had in a while… and I'm fucking bored outta my mind…" Alphonse started to walked around me, inspecting me from head to toe with interest, even if it made me a little fucking uncomfortable. "You were saying something?" I raised a brow at him, with my arms crossed.

"Oh right, first guest and all that." He froze where he was for a moment before responding, he rested his arms behind his back as a creepy smile bloomed across his goddamn face. And I'm not going to lie, I took a fucking step back because of that. "I'm going to give you a gift~" His breathing picked up as he took a knee, almost as if he was going to propo- "The gift of Life!" I took another step back, a feeling of dread crawling up and down my spine.

"Woah! Nothing wrong with it, but I'm not gay nor am I interested in being gender bent nor fucking someone who is gender bent!" I crossed my arms in an X as if to say, no way, hose! And that got him to freeze. He did a bloody reptile blink, inner eyelid and all. And then seemed to understand the insinuation that he was making, he coughed into his hand as he stood up. "Nothing like that, dear boy! I'm going to give you a chance in a new world!" Flower's started falling from the air like confetti, severely confusing the unsuspecting me.

"Now, what should I do?" Alphonse asked the air, firmly ignoring me now. His foot rapidly tapped the ground like a rabbit. And that's when I asked the wrong fucking question. "How about laying me to my eternal rest?" Now, to be fair to me, I had just spent who knows how long conscious and in an inky black void before being dropped into this empty SCP 3008 bullshit. But he froze in place, his head turning slowly as his face contorted into anger. And then I felt that sense of dread turn to despair.

"No." It was quick and simple, he turned to me. "Nope" He took a step, "Nada" another one, "Non" and that's when I started moving backwards to help keep some personal space as he seemed to grow bigger and loom over me. "いいえ, Não." He just kept saying no, slowly getting louder with each step, "Hey man, I would rather-WOAH!" until I fell backwards.

And that's when, mid-way into the fucking black hole, everything stopped. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't flail my arms, I couldn't do anything besides stare at the deep red eyes boring into my fucking soul. "Now, Johnny boy," His voice seemed to distort, as if he was talking over a radio. Green eldritch symbols appeared in the air in front of me and I just felt… Stupid.

"I'm going to have my entertainment, I've been locked here only able to observe the same things over and over," His hands started to spark in a mix of blue and red lighting, "So this time…" He chuckled as he pointed forward.

My entire body, my mind, my fucking soul even… It all felt like it was being pushed through a wood chipper, set on Fire, dunked Into sub-zero temperature, sLiCed anD dIcEd, and — That's when I fucking blacked out.

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"Heh, I'm going to enjoy watching you… Daughter of the Woohoo Pizza Man, I wonder, Cannella Sparda… Will you take after your uncle like your cousin did your father? Or will that power hungry bastard of a Demon have to deal with three Dantes?" Alphonse hummed as he watched the soul morph and the body follow suit, a naked young woman appeared floating in the air, her eyes rolled so far up only white could be seen. He admired his work for a moment before his hand transformed into a monstrous thing. Long fingers with points so sharp they could pierce through metal weaved through the air, a set of clothes slowly appeared over her sleeping form.

"It would be remiss of me to not give you gifts to allow you to survive in this new world… what to give… what… to… give…?" His mind turned back to what happened to the young man, and a cruel smile broke across his face. "With so many options, how will you choose… Why not just give you… EVERYTHING! With a little bit of… Hmm… Shall we say… Mischievous Challenge?" He gave a deep chuckle as more and more green eldritch symbols appeared in the air. With a single swipe of his hand, numerous weapons appeared. "Sparda, Alastor, Nelo Angelo's Greatsword, Yamato, Devil Sword Dante… All so many choices, and you get to have them all." He chuckled as the weapons pierced her body all over, with a flick of his hand the weapons moved, carving tattoo's into her body.

"Hmm, what lives on in your nightmares? A Dire Wolf sized Fox… A giant Owl and… Von Lycaon?" Alphonse seemed generally stumped, staring at the memories of John getting kicked in the balls by the 6'5" battle butler and having his balls frozen off. He waved his hands with a mirthy chuckle as the weapons melded into her soul. "Wellllll now… Isn't that just interesting… heh… You'll certainly have some sweet dreams of him now." He chuckled as the three beings melted into ink and flowed into the holes left in her skin.

"Oh fuck me…" He whispered as he had to fix her clothes back up, fortunately he took some inspiration from the concept art of DMC4 Nero's designs, allowing him to just not worry about it. "I'll do you a fucking favour so you don't have to get new cloths every goddamn time!" He practically shouted at the asleep girl.

"Now the final check." He pulled out a checklist and pen as his body returned to a nondescript human male. "All the DMC and DmC: Devil may Cry Weapons… Barring the DmC Yamato and Illusion swords? Check." He hummed as he continued down the list, "Custom Shadows, gamified cloths and weapon abilities, devil breakers and how to make them/generate the required materials," He mumbled to himself as he gave a quick check mark to each box.

"Ah, here we go, gotta make sure this sticks." He snapped his fingers, green lights appeared and started to hover around her head, inputting all the knowledge she would need to live her life as a female. As well as some saucy dreams about one of her own shadows… "Heh. I'm such a silly prankster." He chuckled, as if he wasn't fundamentally changing someone yet keeping them the same.

"Besides, being Bi sexual isn't that fucking bad."

 

[Fou-san]

"I hope you have a landing strategy!" My eyes opened as I heard Alphonse's cheeky voice, no longer did I feel like I was being torn apart atom by atom. Yet, I felt distinctly different as the wind rushed past my head. "Wait, I'm falling?" My voice was different, everything was different. I felt like I was myself yet at the same time I was not. It was a strange dichotomy, of feeling exactly like yourself, and like you aren't the same person you were 5 minutes ago. I had this… Profound sense of weightlessness as I watched the blue sky grow farther and farther from me. My arms and legs in front of me, looking like they weren't my limbs, but I knew they were.

Then I fell through a cloud, the water sticking to my skin, hair and clothes. And it felt like I was floating in a deep under the ocean for a moment. Nothing mattered as I was accepted by the calm. Then sound returned to me as I exited the cloud, the rustle of my clothes, the sound of wind rushing past my ears. Birds, Bees, Monsters and Humans, Weapons slicing through and blasting apart whatever their owners fought.

I tilted my head back, and watched in fascination as the ground grew closer. Hurtling towards me. "Oh shit, that's the ground." My brain faintly caught up, adrenaline spiking as panic creeping up and over my shoulder when I realized that I would be slamming into dirt.

Ideas raced across my mind as I tried to come up with a solution, anything to prevent my death by splat. Then, time seemed to stop, the world turned grey as I was frozen midair, then came blinding pain. Once more, my head was splitting as I tried to keep it together with my hands, I could hear my voice roar out. My body burned as I learned more and more about it, about the history given to me. Of the legacy I know carried with me.

Time seemed to resume as I calmed down, no longer was I panicking as I analyzed my situation. I sucked in a deep breath, the pain of not breathing finally leaving as I reached for my lower back. I didn't even need to look to know I was holding Ebony & Ivory, the guns of my presumed Uncle. Dante's signature pistols could keep him in the air for some time, so why couldn't they slow my descent?

*BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG*

My fingers moved faster than I could react before met that fucktard Alphonse, round after round, bullet after bullet fired to keep me in the air. A cloud of dust formed from how much destruction I wrought into the ground with pure Magic bullshit. My descent started to slow more and more as I continued to fire, but it wouldn't be enough to stop myself from hitting the ground. Hard.


My arm moved faster than ever, something I will have to thank that asshole for, allowing me to add a rotational force and angle my body more. I aimed for a rather thick and high branch, and right before I passed it, I grabbed.

I spun up and around the tree, lashing out with Rebellion, which I pulled from my right shoulder. It found purchase in the thick trunk of the old tree, slowing me down as I spiralled around it, bleeding off speed until I left go of the sword.

My efforts paid off as my hand lashed out, Rebellion finding purchase in the thick trunk of a tree. I spiralled around the trunk as I descended, bleeding off speed until my feet lightly touched the ground.

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Meanwhile, on the cliff where everyone in the Beacon Academy Initiation was launched from.

"Sir? We seem to have an intruder." Glynda Goodwitch spoke up as they watched their students fly from the cliff. She moved her scroll to show Ozpin the active video feed from the cameras that captured a young woman, one who was not supposed to be on their property. She was free-falling through the air.

"Hmm." He hummed while taking a sip from his trusty #1 Principal mug, his eyes roaming over the young woman as she fell through a cloud. "It has been quite some time since we've had someone sneak into initiation… Do send them up to my office afterwards, Glynda." He raised a brow, getting a nod from his trusty second in command.

"Very well."

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"Haaah, I really didn't think that would work." I scratched the back of my head as I turned to view the trunk, which conveniently tipped backwards, snapped with a loud CRACK and landed with a loud THUD. Rebellion sat tip down in its stump, giving me a great view of the massive longsword gifted with a heavy double-edged blade. The surface was so cleanly polished I could see my reflection in the blade clearly, not a speck of dust or damage on the blade from it's ravaging of a probably 100-year-old tree. It was kinda surreal how the light descended in a beam on the sword, illuminating it in an enchanting view like it was the master sword.

*BOOM* My head whipped to the left, Rebellion already in had to fight whatever was coming at me. *BOOM* The pounding thud of something stomping on the ground sounded once more as I took another deep breath, focusing, readying myself for a battle against an unknown enemy.

…

An Ursa rushed past me, it seemed to move in slow motion as my eyes tracked the orange haired girl riding on it's back. Another slam of her Warhammer, forcing it to move out of the way of a tree. "YEAHHHH~!" Time seemed to resume as the Ursa carried the Warhammer user further into the woods… "What in the?" Clearly, I just watched Nora Valkyrie ride on an Ursa past me- "NORA!" A young black haired boy wearing a dark green, diagonally buttoned, long-sleeved tailcoat rushed past me. Heavy breaths leaving him as he chased desperately after the lone Valkyrie lost in the ride of her kind.

"The fuck?" My breath was taken away from the sheer dumbfounding sense of confusion I felt as the trail of destruction continued through the forest onward. Because if it wasn't Ruby's ' Birdie no!' Or Nora slamming her shit into an Ursa, It was Lie Ren that confirmed it for me.

I was in RWBY…

"Might as well…" Rebellion comfortably rested on my shoulder as I started to follow Nora's trail, only going a few steps before-

*Grrrr*

I barely turned to look over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of a small pack of Beowolf's approaching me from behind. "Hmm." I fully turned to face the growling pack of six, disgust welling in me. "Pitiful." Beowulf's, the foot soldiers of Salem's army… An Empusa rank enemy.

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"Quite skilled with that blade." Ozpin observed the young women. She moved with the same speed he expected from veteran Hunters, and with just as much skill to boot. Her blade sliced through the Grimm with ease, no matter how light or heavy she used her blade. She approached the first three slowly, a confidant gait that one might take for cockiness. And then struck the three that pounced in sync. Truly, she was someone he needed on his side. "I wonder how you'll handle the rest."

With three left, she stored the blade over her shoulder, somehow having it stick to her back and not get in her way whatsoever. Swipe after swipe came, all seeming to pass within an inch of her body. Yet the contempt her face held seemed natural, as if it was the very law of the world for these beings to be beneath her.

And then she reached behind her, under her coat, and pulled two pistols. If it wasn't for the fact that Ozpin has the experience he does… He doubts he would've kept up with how the fight went from there. She honestly wielded the pistols with more grace than he thought would be possible. Dispatching two of the in rapid succession, quite literally reducing them to Swiss Cheese with how many shots she let off.

"Something that shouldn't be possible considering the size of the guns." He muttered to himself, His interest was piqued, and his need to bring this young woman to his side of this shadow war was cemented.

While using her blade, she employed a number of different techniques, from spinning it around her fingers like a pen, to launching her enemies into the air and meeting them there as it diced them up. But with her Pistols? She walked forward, completely ignoring any recoil and spewing hot lead faster than he thought would be possible from anybody else.

He watched as she backflipped away from a swipe of the last Beowolf, a condescending smirk now splayed across her lips. Midair, her guns met, forming an L shape. "Jackpot." Throughout the fight, she kept calm and collected, but never staying still. Always on the move and for some reason forgoing efficiency with style.

"A rather contradictory thing." Ozpin grimaced, the young lady was acting like a Civilian who had just gotten their hands on their first taste of real power…

"But your skills cannot be denied."

Something he has seen too much of, and something he hoped he could

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I felt, weird. Power. It wasn't just a word to me anymore, not when I could feel and exert it upon others like this. And I wanted more. It was an intoxicating feeling when I proved how superior I was to those Beowolfs, my body wanted to feel it again… The rush of exerting the power, of crushing those beneath it… Indescribable.

But my mind was confused, everything had moved so slow, been so predictable. All too easy for what I thought would be more… Troublesome. I rolled with the punches and used them to my advantage to add extra power and speed to my attacks… I wanted to know more about what I could do.

My soul? It acted. Acted on instinct, teaching my mind katas and forcing my body to use them. It gently guided my hands and feet during the fight, proper stance and power. And yet, it also pushed for style more. And despite never having used a sword or gun in my life before now, I was wielding them like I was The Legendary Devil Hunter himself.

I didn't know how to feel. I didn't know what to think. All I knew was what I wanted to do, so I walked. Restlessly stalking forward, an itching feeling in my hand. And when I gave into it? I retrieved a book from my coat… A very important book to my family.

I stopped for a second, before continuing on, flipping open my father's book. "Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained;" An excerpt from 'The voice of the Devil' so, too, is the quote V says to Miraggio Angelo.

I put the book away and finally inspecting my outfit, completely ignoring anything that might arise from that book of poems… I do like this Purple overcoat and black slacks, and while the straps make me cringe a little from the edginess… I can't deny the comfort of them and my outfit…

If I had to pick where this outfit came from, I would say that Alphonse stole this from the Nero concept art. Specifically, second of the third row in his prototype art. Nice taste, and C-cup? Can't complain.

"NORAA!"

Looking up at the yell, I'm on the edge of the clearing to where the relics are. Watching Nora skip with the rook, and Phyrra running from the Death Stalker. Honestly, Yang looks like she needs to calm the fuck down. "I Can't take it anymore!" Yang erupted, "Could everyone just chill out for two seconds before something crazy happens again!?" She yelled, her arms wildly moving around as she expressed her rage. No, my eyes didn't get glued to her chest, I have no idea what you are talking about.


I should probably make my over there now. Damn, Pyrrha's got some legs on her, outrunning a death stalker like that… Oh, Weiss, the useless lesbian has arrived and crushed Jaunes back. "Great! The gang's all Here! Now we can all die together." Sarcasm really didn't do you well, Yang.

"Not if I can help it!" And that's my cue to intervene. "Not so fast, little Flower." My hand grabbed the back of her hood, her legs flailing in the air as I lifted her. "Let's not rush into battle half cocked and then get our capes stuck to the ground." Yang was already reaching for my hand, anger clear on her face, before I let go, allowing Ruby to turn around and face me.

"Who are you?" Yang asked, Ember Celica already locked and loaded. Easily falling into the protective older sister that she was. "Easy fire-cracker, we've got a death stalker and Nevermore after us." I pointed to the incoming Grimm, ya know, I just noticed, I sound a lot like Trish and my grandma's VA, Wendee Lee.

"If the fool would persist in his folly, he would become wise." It felt right to quote William Blake's 'Proverbs of Hell'. "This is the time for combat, not poetry, lady!" Yang basically barked at me. "That may be true, but one must always be prepared."

It was at that moment I felt my skin heat up, my right arm specifically, it felt like something moving, begging to be released from its cage and I just… Went with the flow, saying the first thing that came to my mind.

"Praise to my father, Blessed by the water-" I started, the ink leaving my skin and seeping down to the floor into a pool. Those by me all took a step back, "Black night, dark sky" Splotches of purple light mixed with it. "The devil's cry~" Finally it bubbled and blasted forth. "Is that your Semblance? What is a pile of Ink going to do to that death stalker." I stared Weiss down, putting a finger to my lips for a moment before refocusing on the beast. I don't know why, but I do know this will hurt like a bitch.

"Gintarou, is not my Semblance per-say, just a part of it… It's hereditary, like yours. Except it's just a little different for each of us." I can't say I dislike sounding like Trish, honestly people might have mistaken her for my mother if My voice is anything to go by. We stood, watching the puddle of ink slowly growing larger and larger as it approached the rushing beast. "And what's a giant puddle of ink going to do?" Jaune asked sheepishly, finally joining the rest of us. "Something quite simple." I brought my hand to my eye, copying Aki as best I could as I set the Trap. I could taste my blood as I said the words. "Kon"

My voice was resolute as Gintarou's maw rose from the ground, larger than even the Death Stalker, and covered it on both sides. I felt time seem to slow as everyone reacted differently, but the taste of blood in my mouth only grew stronger, the iron scent lingering into my nose.

"That'll hold for a bit, you all should retrieve your Relics." I turned and started to walked away, if any of them saw the limp in my walk, they didn't say a thing.

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"A truly… interesting Semblance." Ozpin's eyes narrowed as he watched the young woman turn and walk away from the group of eight students. "I wonder… Do you create the Ink or is it tattooed upon your skin?" He questioned the air, the camera turning back to the trapped Grimm struggling in a cage of inky teeth.

Ozpin tensed as it seemed the head and eyes of the Death Stalker seemed to follow this unknown piece that entered the board. He grabbed his scroll as he walked away from the cliff edge, "Glynda, dispatch Port and Oobleck to retrieve our guest." He paused, turning back to look out over the edge. "It would appear that our new player has attracted the attention of Her." He nodded before hanging up, giving a heavy sigh as he continued his walk back to his office.

"Another Pawn for our game, Ozpin? And one with an ability all too similar to my pools…"

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[Fou-san]

"I understand you wanted to see me, Sir?" Ozpin's eyes roamed over the girl, her purple long coat seeming to just mesh well with her hair and complexion. "Yes, thank you for not resisting my colleagues." Not even a flinch from her, 'Interesting.' The girl's eyes seemed to roam around the office, focusing on the moving gears with a rather intense look in her eyes. "I'm sure you know why you're here, yes?" She had the decency to at least show some form of guilt, even if it was only in her eyes. "More of a consequence of a friend's failed experiment." That was certainly an interesting tidbit of information at the very least.

"Yes, well, I appreciate you helping some of our initiate hopefuls." Ozpin leaned back, leaving the floor open. She stayed remarkably still, eyes instead focusing on the view outside the window behind me. 'I wonder, is this all an act, or are you truly ignorant of the world around you?'

Of course, those words weren't without merit, the young girl seemed to have a remarkable amount of knowledge of their world yet seemed to not know something as basic as how to use a scroll or what materials were used in the creation of weapons. That said, her own weapons were something of a rather… Peculiar make. Despite searching for the supposed maker of her pistol, there was no 45. Art Works anywhere on remnant. And that sword of hers, it seemed to hold a passive aura that seeped malice into the air.

"Why don't you explain how you got here, and please, take a seat." He waved at the seat across from him, inviting her to sit as she hopefully told her story. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, before carefully lowering herself into it. "There's not much for me to say. I'm not from this world." Certainly a brow raising sentence. "Oh, and what makes you say that?" Ozpin leaned forward, resting his arms on his desk in a classic Gendo pose.

"For one, we are in the kingdom of vale, I don't think I'm in Red Grave anymore." She chuckled, to what seemed like an inside joke. "Red grave?" Ozpin asked, leaning back into his chair, swiping his mug and taking a quick swig. "Ah, I will admit my memories are a bit…" Again, her eyes are the only thing even expressing emotion. A smooth voice that doesn't waver, body language unchanged, and if it wasn't for her eyes, Ozpin could almost mistake her for a professional soldier. "Hazy, I know this is not my world because we have fundamentally different continents."

And that got his attention. "Would you care to explain?" She raised a hand to her head, pushing the hair sitting in front of her eyes back. "Not really, if what brought me here is still working… I could probably leave as soon as I find it." Her eyes burn with the fire of determination… One he has been lacking for a long, long time. "I think I can be forgiven if I take your words with a grain of salt."

"It is quite understandable, a random girl falling from the sky and essentially interrupting what is an important exam for students." She understood his position, something Ozpin was grateful for. "Indeed, but considering your rather… Impressive skill, I think we can come to an agreement."

…

"... Led by, Ruby Rose." Ozpin fixed his glasses, watching Yang Xiao-Long glomp her sister with a small smile. "Now, before I let you all go, I have an announcement to make." He gathered the students' attention, facing the crowd with squared shoulders and calm demeanour.

"There are times when those, with talent, are not given a chance to truly shine. And it would be remiss of me as the Headmaster of this school to not give one with Exceptional talent a chance." The screen's changed, showing the young girl fighting the Pack of Beowolfs Single Handed.

"Please welcome, Cannella Sparda." Slow, confused applause started, people looked between each other as the girl in the now Frozen Video walked on stage. "Now, normally, we have our hunters in teams of 4… But there are times when an Extra member is assigned. Now, would you like to say a few words." Oz turned to her, waiting. Like normal for her, she was calm and collected, a small scowl permanently graced her lips as she opened her mouth to speak.

She reached into her coat, pulling out a book from some pocket, flipped it open and read a passage. "To see a World in a Grain of Sand and a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour." Her book snapped shut with a quiet, dull thud, and was put back.

She stood still as everyone gawked at her, seemingly having dismissed them all as she stared down Oz. "Thank you, Miss Sparda. A wonderful bit of… Wisdom." Clearly, Oz was a bit out of his depth at her response. "Thank you students for your time, classes begin at 9 sharp tomorrow." People immediately started to pour out of the hall. "Would Team JNPR please come to the stage." He quickly called, getting said team to stop and power walk over.

"Uhh, you wanted to see us, sir?" Jaune Arc arrived, sheepishly asking. "I do believe I'm being added as an extra member to your team." Cannella spoke up, slapping away Nora's poking hand with a bigger scowl. "Oh." Oz chuckled, watching Lie Ren attempt to keep his Partner from provoking their new teammate.

"Yes, your accommodations have changed, both yours and your sister team RWBY room's have been moved." He quickly fished out a map from his pocket, handing it to Pyrrha Nikos. "Please make sure to notify them, they have the room across from yours." He sent them away with said map and started walking back to his office, paperwork waiting for him.

"I'm quite sure this is a good idea, Glynda." She fell in step beside him. "And I'm sure it's not, not that you listen to me. Not only is Miss Rose 2 years younger, she's less experienced in most subjects compared to her students. I don't care what his transcripts say; that Jaune fellow is not ready for this level of combat. And now we have a complete unknown." She ranted at him, speaking her mind freely, as they stepped into the elevator.

"I hear you Glynda, but sometimes… you just have to have faith" The door opened to his office, he walked up to his desk, leaving Glynda to pinch the bridge of her nose as the doors closed. "Sometimes, victory is in a smaller, more honest soul. And sometimes, it's in a storm that is approaching." He spoke, seemingly to the air.

…

"Soo uhh, Welcome to team JNPR!" Jaune Awkwardly scratched the back of his head as he held a hand out to his new teammate. "Pleasure." She responded in a dry, dismissive tone. "Hey, Ren! Why is there a jukebox?" Nora got both their attentions, standing directly in front of said object. "I don't know, I don't think this is standard… Even with our different accommodations." Pyrrha said, worry on her face as she glanced at it and then the door.

"Maybe we should go ask one of the teachers about it?" Jaune started walking for the door, the rest of his team looking at- *Click* They turned back to the jukebox, Cannella standing over it, having pressed a button. A smooth, calm song started playing as she walked away to one of the 5 beds. "Move fast baby don't be slow, step aside reload time to go, I can't seem to control-"

"Are you all going to stand there gawking at me like idiots, or are we going to claim beds and sleep?" She shucked off her purple long coat, leaving her in a sleeveless black turtle-neck. "I, for one, would like to sleep." Yet her teams could only stare at her arms covered in black tattoos. She slipped both her sword and pistol's underneath the bed as she climbed in and pulled up the covers.

"Good night, if you have any questions for me, they can wait until the morning."

Spoiler: AN: Not really important

Ight so, I forgot to post this on Spacebattles, so I'm posting it now.

 

[Fou-san]

My eyes felt heavy as I laid against the pillow, the smooth tone of the Tropical Devil Night Remix letting my mind rest from and decompress a bit before I fully clonked out.

When next my eyes opened, I was swaddled in a cinnamon blanket, and the rhythmic movements of a car going down the road was my only companion while I stare at the dark beige roof of whatever vehicle I was laying in.

'Was that just… A fever dream?'

My eyes moved back and forth, taking in the plush leather seat, the seatbelt and the… Wicker basket?

'Where the fudge am I?'

There's no siren going on, so this can't be some good samaritan saving me, hell, I doubt there would be much to save after getting my skull destroyed… And I can't really do more than wriggle my arms and legs when they feel like they're held down by lead weights.

'And who the fire put me in this?'

I seriously wanted to know what the fuck was going on. This car was certainly too big, like, I was somehow shrunk to the size of a baby. And then I was restrained inside whatever thing was carrying me, because why the fork would it be a wicker basket?

Nah, this reeked of Alphonse and his stanky butt hand-sanatizer- Did he shoeing censor me!? What the Hockey man!

Suddenly, the car stopped. And I was treated to the sounds of a door opening and someone else walking on Gravel.

The sounds stopped for a moment, and then muffled voices just barely getting through the metal making up the door my head was beside. I could only make out the tone, but it seemed like someone was hesitant about something.

*Click*

'Oh. I'm a baby.'

My arms slowly rose from the basket, and it was only now that I was able to understand that this was… quite frankly… a dream.

Presumably about my past. Considering the man went through the trouble of giving me memories of things I didn't previously know, it makes sense that he'd have some form of puckery to make sure I could know my own history instead of accidentally getting blind-sidded from it.

I was able to get a better look at the women as she adjusted the basket, but sound was still muffled. She was smiling…

Oh.

She gave a sad smile. One of someone who knew the end was near, but still did their best to shield their child from it. And I suppose this woman would be my mother? Not like I have reason to think anything else.

Car, Smile, love in her eyes as she gazes upon me.

Before, when I was falling, I learned combat, most of the history mainly being about how to wield things and a bit about me that I shared with Ozpin. Like the changed continents of the world of Devil May Cry.

But this was different, a memory being replayed for me, as my little body cried for the woman as she put me down, her soft hands cupping my head for a moment before leaving a letter tucked next to me.

Mom looked… Young, early 20's young.

She had this… Curly red hair that seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it. Everything about her looked familiar, but I just… couldn't place where I had seen her before.

She was dressed in a black bodysuit, metal plates and studs embedded directly into the material. She turned, looking back to the car and giving me enough of a view to see a burn scar stretching across her collar and a bit up her neck.

"Goodbye. *&^%-" I heard her voice for the first time, quiet and sad as it was… But what I could only assume as her saying my name was scratched out, grating on my ears and layered with just white noise.

My body instinctively crying as she stood up and started to walk away.

My hands reached for her, her pace quickening, ripping the door open and slamming it shut-

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*TWEEEEEEEEEEET*

My eyes snapped open, hand on my chest as sweat drenched my brow.

"Goooood~ morning, team RWBY!"

The high-pitched voice thundered in my ears for a moment before I could control my magic to block out the discordant note. The groans of our sister team tapering out as I took a moment to just… Breathe.

I wanted to unpack what ever the fuck crazy wacky dream I had about my mother abandoning me, on what was likely an orphanages steps, was about. But I had slightly bigger fish to fry at the moment.

My head turned, and I locked eyes with Ren, the boy having jumped up into a ready stance with hands poised to strike. He relaxed a moment later, sitting down on his bed with a sigh and catching a rather energetic girl that tried to glomp him a moment later.

Just past those two, I spied a certain blonde haired leader try to pull the covers above his head, yet getting them ripped mercilessly away by our resident celebrity. I would've snorted if it was for the fact that I could still feel my heart racing and blood pounding in my ears as I rose from my bed.

"It's Morning!~ It's Morning!~" Nora, for all that I enjoyed her antics on the show, was not my favourite person considering I currently just woke up from some weird dream nightmare with the sharp noise of a whistle and have had exactly ZERO caffeine in the past couple minutes since.

""Nora.""

Ren shared my same monotone for the girl, clearly both feeling a bit too tired to deal with her. "Cannella!" But I was still doing so anyway when I have to push the girl away from me and escape her hug.

I let her follow through with her weight and fall safely on my surprisingly soft mattress. A pillow grasped much too tight for my liking stuffed into her arms. She smiled for a moment before turning to face me with that disgusted Anya Forger face.

"No thanks." I quipped at her, pulling my- Huh, when did Goodwitch sneak in? Or was it some other staff member that dropped by to leave me a uniform and sticky note. I peeled it off and flipped it open, holding the cloths firmly in my armpit for the moment.

"Hey Cannella, it's ya boi, skinny penis, thought I'd do you a favour and get your clothes fixed for you. You'll learn more if you head to the bathroom and read the instructions~ - Alphonse."

…

…

If I ever meet him again, I'm strangling his fucking ass- Oh, I can swear again. Neat. Still gonna strangle his ass.

I raised a brow at the quiet chaos from the rest of my team unpacking and moving around each other. Some getting dressed, others instead focusing on emptying their bags. I slipped past some of Nora's stuff that spilled across the floor to get into the bathroom first.

The door locked with a satisfying *Click*, leaving me alone with cold tile under my feet. I set the clean school uniform on the counter before cranking the shower, and while that was warming up… I got set on looking around.

…

…

Despite basically rifling through everything I could, I didn't find any more sticky notes plastered across the walls, roof or floor. Not in the cupboards, not hidden in any secret compartments.

'Man's just bloody trolling me to send me on a wild goose change… And I need to stop stalling.'

Stalling for what you may ask? Well, undressing myself for the first time and having to come fact with being gender swapped. Not like I cared much for gender in the first place, I would rather be a genderless, formless eldritch void that could Schrödinger's cat itself into what ever the hell it wanted.

From Bimbo to Himbo, Cat to dog, Sword to Spork.

I'd rather just factually be whatever the hell I felt like being at the moment.

…

…

I didn't really have any soap to work with, and I firmly kept my eyes away from the mirror. The hot watter cascading down my back felt simply divine and the tension in my body leached away with the hot water like those shitty cultivation novels 'Impurity Cleansing' scenes. Though without the obvious terrible black sludge.

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Mid-shower, I was hit with the mother of all migraines and had to sit down, because that fuck Alphonse decided the best way to teach me how to access my own discount Gate of Babylon, was to inject it straight into my neurons.

On the bright side! I now have a list of each and every weapon.

On the dark side! I need to earn Black Orbs, as he so gracefully put it.

Slaughter Salem's children, Doom Slayer Style.

Oh, and he co-opted the Watcher of time, kicking her gaze away from this specific world and took her place, so now I'm going to have to find statues of him that are invisible to EVERYONE ELSE just to be able to buy upgrades to my shit.

Good thing about that though? I'm not limited to the options that were in the game, but I don't know what I DO have until I find one of them, which presumably I'll be able to find a small enough one that I could transport back to my dorm room to allow me upgrades.

And then I opened the door to my team's room and sighed at the udder chaos of Nora doing Nora. Ren being a silent if somewhat resistant enabler, Jaune being his normal early story cowardly self.

Luckily, it seemed everyone else was dressed for school and ready to take on the day as it came. Though Pyrrha seemed unsure what to do as the girl (Nora) currently sprinting around the room, who somehow got a thing of cookies in her hand and is causing more ruckus than-

"WHAT!? DID YOU SAY 9 O'CLOCK!?" And there's Weiss shrieking like a banshee at Ruby. Though considering the circumstances and what it means for me and my team at the moment… "IT'S 8:55 YOU DUNCE!"

Everyone stacked up on the door as Weiss ran down the hallway.

"Uhhh… TO CALSS!" Ruby shouted, sprinting after her classmate.

"Class?" Jaune seemed unsure, and that's when I pushed just the right spot (the back of his knee) to cause them all to collapse.

"Right. Let's get a move on."

Despite leaving Rebellion in my dorm room, I shucked on my purple prototype coat and tucked my guns neatly into the spots against my lower back tailored just for them.

"WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"

Jaune yelled and sprinted, the rest of my team following our fearless leader.

I power walked behind everyone as they sprinted, waving to a disapproving Glynda that just tapped her watch and amused Oz that took a sip of his trusty mug when we passed them.

All in all.

I was slightly off kilter, feeling relaxed, and ready to get some pen to paper with education.

Yay.

 

[Fou-san]

I leaned back, letting the same speech that graced my ears over and over from rewatches of RWBY wash over me, and resided the urge to reach into my coat and pull out my very own book of poems. Hell, I'd practically memorized Port's story in its entirety by this point, and could easily predict each of Ruby's actions before they happened.

And it wasn't like she tried to be disruptive to the learning environment… She 2 years younger than everyone else, and even then, all the students here are Children. I believe the best way to put it would be how Ozpin did during 'Best Day Ever.'

"But right now they're still children, so why not let them play the part? After all, it isn't a role they'll have forever."

Truly, words of wisdom, and I know I should rely upon any "Cannon" knowledge, I have no clues what sorts of other changes that Alphonse fuck might've thrown into the mix. Cautious observation of the observed story would be my best bet. Not like I can really change anything in the grand scheme…

Though I'm still unsure of what possessed Ozpin to allow his Professor Port to bring in a live Grimm into a classroom full of unarmed people. What if it got out somehow? What if it maimed a student because the professor wasn't able to act in time to prevent damage.

Bah, I'm probably over thinking it.

Weiss, in what I could only call a fit of 'Useless Lesbian Gamer Rage' volunteered to fight the Grimm, and the fight happened exactly like it did in the show, without a need for me to interfere at all.

Mistakes and all.

Ruby, despite trying to be a good Teammate, Friend and Leader, ended up playing to Weiss's own detriment rather than encouragement by instead infuriating her further. Ruby's advice being waved off with a shout… I was honestly half tempted to step in and talk to the girls, like any classic fan fiction trope.

"Sheash, what's with her." My ever faithful leader mumbled out. I simply walked past him and with the rest of the students off to our next class.

Which, thankfully, was more orientational than Ports class, instead giving us the course outline and a couple of text book directions for self study.

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I leaned against the wall, listening to the rhythmic breathing of my teammates, the jukebox playing music, as the cracked and shattered moon provided me enough light to read by.

I flipped page after page, eyes roaming the words.
For each nugget of wisdom, presided 'oer my birth.

…

I don't have a talent for poetry, and I doubt my Father would either. At least not as his combined self.

I wonder if the women in my dream really seduced Vergil…

I wonder if Alphonse just plucked this body from another dimension, like that one Beryl and Dante visited in that Devil May Cry 2 novel…

I'm stalling for time.

I glared at the statue that was a mockery of the Watcher of Time. Instead of the lioness-headed woman holding an hourglass, it was that fucker that eviscerated me molecule by molecule before reconstructing me with new memories I couldn't access anymore… He's too wide grin, smiling at me as it stood atop the jukebox, unable to be seen by anyone else.

…

My book snapped shut with a soft thump, and I approached the statue, glaring at that fucking smile. My hand reached out, just touching it sent a jolt up my spine- And I was instantly backing away, Ebony and Ivory drawn on that fuck as I was back in SCP-3008 space again.

"Ah~ Welcome back."

He sat smugly there with a cup of coffee in his hand, a TV screen showing me standing still in front of the juke box.

*BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG*

"We both know that's not doing anything, can you stop?" The bastard sighed as I unleashed a fucking rain of lead unto him.

I knew it wasn't going to do anything to his smug fucking face, but this makes me feel better, to just pull triggers without thinking about anything but his stupid fucking face. By the time stopped firing, my lungs felt like they were on fire. Though I suppose that's what I got for screaming at the top of my lungs after a bit.

"Got it outta your system?" I shot him in the middle of the forehead, one last time, watching the bullet just plink off and into the void. "Good. Now. You ready to listen?" The scenery changed, forcing me to stumble as the man took the place of Nico in the DMC Van, his twisted statue sitting next to us on the counter.

"Any good Devil Hunter worth their salt needs a way to upgrade." I shoved my guns back into their holsters on my back. "Am I limited in loadout like Nero, or do I get to swap on the fly like Dante?" This was important to know and would change how I fight. "Both."

I crossed my arms, back hitting the wall with a raised brow. "Two slots. For both Ranged and Melee." Ah, so I was more limited in loadout than Nero and his devil breakers, but I could access more weapons than him. "Currency, since we can't be going around using Red Orbs." He reached under the counter, bringing up a container of black mist.

"Grimm?" He nodded, snaping and giving me finger guns. "BINGO~ You gotta kill grimm, the more you kill and the more dust you wade through and collect from their corpses, the more you'll be able to buy. You've got about…." He snapped a screen into existence, showing a big fat 600.

"6 Big ones."

"So, what's the catalouge?" He smirked at that, one that I didn't like. "What ever is in DMC, and if you pick up something like lets say… A Sycthe, I can send you to a 'Secret Mission' to gather some Red Orbs and Devil Parts to combine it with and turn it into an actual Devil Arm."

And that interested me, while in the world of RWBY, I was limited to buy things from his shop with Black Orbs, or rather Grimm Dust. And if I wanted to turn a Normal weapon into a Devil Arm, I could essentially take a mission to gather the materials Monster Hunter style…

"What do I got right now?" He leaned back, snapping another menu into existence and letting me roam free as he continued sipping from his mug.

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Melee
Slot 1 ( Rebellion )
Slot 2 ( )


Ranged
Slot 1 ( Ebony & Ivory )
Slot 2 ( )


Special
Slot 1 ( )
Slot 2 ( )


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On the off chance I had anything else with me, I opened up the sub windows for Melee and Ranged, leaving special for later.

"No other Melees, but what the fuck is the Lahti L-39?" Amusement graced Alphonse's face as he reached under the counter again, this time grabbing something that shouldn't fit yet still did. "Designed 1939, using 20mm rounds and made for Anti-Tank operations." He hefted the damn thing like it weighed a ton, but I knew for a fact he could lift it without said theatrics.

"Finish in origin, and used during the Second World War." He went through the trouble of clearing the gun, making sure it wasn't loaded before handing it over- The scenery changed again, this time leaving us in the void from DMC 5, an unmoving Beowolf standing just before me.

"Have a go at it~" I looked between the three things in the room with me. Him, my new child, and the fucking thing about to be eviscerated. "Mama Likes~" I purred while pulling the bolt and sending a Mag home.

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I was covered in sweat by the time I was done, having let out most of my anger upon the Beowolf and swapping seamlessly between my Pistols and the Anti-Tank rifle that just… Seemed to resonate with me on a spiritual level.

Bitches do indeed love cannons~

"Here, present for you."

I snapped my attention to the man, ready to fucking jump if necessary-

"Oh. Thanks." He upped my Grimm Dust by 6060, leaving me at a funky 6660 Black orbs. "What the hell can I purchase?" He pulled out a little notebook like a waitress would use at a restaurant. "Lemme see here."

The window popped open with all available options, "Not much here, huh." I deadpanned at my limited options, luckily I didn't have to buy the ability to fucking RUN. "Lemme get that Cavaliere, please." I don't know if he was being merciful or not, but there was Cavaliere R available, letting me grab myself a ride I could summon and use at any time would be useful.

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Melee
Slot 1 ( Rebellion )
Slot 2 ( )


Ranged
Slot 1 ( Ebony & Ivory )
Slot 2 ( Beryl )


Special
Slot 1 ( Cavaliere )
Slot 2 ( )


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I glanced over my currently equipped items, surprised to know that Cavaliere counted as a 'Special' category and confused about the L-39 being renamed.

"Trust me, it'll make sense later." Alphonse waved me off when I speared him a suspicious look.

"Sides, you gotta get to bed." I was frozen in a spot again, unable to move as the bottom of his shoe started to approach my face way faster than I wan-

I stumbled back away from the Jukebox, music resuming.

I could feel the weight of Beryl hanging off my back, I pulled it around and inspected my new child… I couldn't help but think of it as my child really, the weapon just sung to me in a sweet siren call that I couldn't explain.

My cheek rested on the cold metal for a moment, and I contemplated swapping it out for my uncle's pistols. Partially so I could catch up on some sleep, partially so I could go without being questioned about where the fuck I got my new weapon… I certainly didn't spawn in with it, that's for sure.

…
…

Fuck It, We Ball~

I turned around, shucking off my clothes and crawling into bed, the exhaustion finally deciding to strike as my head hit my pillow. I snuggled up to my weapon, treating it like a body pillow and enjoying the nice cool metal pressed against my naked body.

The jukebox finally ended the song, moving onto the next queued one… And I was glad I chose Never Surrender. Specifically, playing the soft part helped to lull me into a deeper sleep, I was going to get rested up and ready for the next day…

 

[Fou-san]

I'd say I've been here for around a couple of days, and I think I was settling in nicely with my new reality. And I'm already tired of fucking team CRDL and their bullshit. So much so, that with their fucking collage frat boy attitude's, I had taken it upon myself to force an issue out of the way before it could rear its ugly head.

Luckily, the most he's done to my team's leader is knocking his books out of his hands every now and again. The rest were easily prevented with a singular hard stare at him, something I'm glad to have inherited from Vergil, the sharp looks.

"Jaune." The blond boy startled as we left class, freezing in place for a second before turning around, "Ms. Sparda!" I tilted my head, inspecting his rather timid form, while feeling Pyrrha watching us.

"Come with me." I walked past, looking at Prryha Directly and nodding my head in a away to beckon her over. We walked through the hall, through I ignored his attempts at small talk… Now that I think about it, he never once tried to flirt with me. I don't think I'm that intimidating.

I finally stopped walking as I reached the edge of the roof, Jaune having stopped beside me and Pyrrha staying hidden behind the door. I let the silence sit between us, waiting for him to say something.

"Ms. Sparda, I know I'm going through a hard time right now, but I'm not that depressed." There we go, exactly what I wanted to hear. "I can always be a farmer or something." I raised my hand in a universal wait motion before the smitten girl could rush in here and potentially cause cannon to continue like it is.

"You're being bullied." He flinched, waving me off and droning on and on about how Cardin wasn't a bully. "You didn't go to combat school." Both Pyrrha and Jaune froze, him in fear and her in shock.

I pinched his lips before he could say a thing, not wanting to deal with the dumbass self deprivation bullshit. "You can try and say what you want, and before that. Let me speak." He tried to say something else, but I just gave him the patented Vergil Sparda glare.

"Ozpin knows."

Jaune stopped again, this time entirely from shock.

"He's an old man, Jaune, and he's very observant." I let go, stepping back to the ledge. "If he's let you in, it's because he sees something in you." I pointed with my thumb at the glowing green lights far away behind me. "Something you can't see in yourself, a Leader."

"Why else would he let you through with Fake Transcripts? Why else would you be going to classes?"

Jaune paused, attempting to say anything, but unable to come up with the words.

"Now, you're severely lacking. Like me, you didn't go to combat school, you didn't pass any tests, and you earned your spot at this academy."

*Click*

"But as you are now, you have no Power."

*Bang*

"Woah! Hey!"

I ignored him, instead pulling Ebony out and firing next to his feet. This reminds me of Uncle Dante frighting Jester to be honest, that one cutscene where Jester is dancing and all that.

*Click*

I stopped firing, the boy sweaty and breathing hard from the quick use of his stamina.

"You gotta work on your endurance, and your fighting skills." He fell onto his ass, collecting himself and letting his self-doubt emerge his own "Need to do this my self!" bullshit. I was really tempted to kick him, rock his shit.

"No, you don't. Shut up with the self-doubt hatred Deadweight." I looked to Pyrrha, who finally chose now to get onto the roof. "Pyrrha here can teach you everything you need to know." Both startled at that and went into full on panic mode.

"Well, Deadweight? Do you still wanna be deadweight?" I fixed a glare on Jaune again. "Then stop with the macho man shtick. You have a team, and a team works together." I turned to the door.

"Get your head out of your ass and work on your faults with Pyrrha. I'm going to check on your progress later." The door shut behind me as I walked with purpose to my room.

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I walked past Ozpin, He stood tall with a knowing glint in his eye. I stopped just short of 2 steps away from him, letting the air settle as he sipped at his mug. "I do wonder how you knew." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. And while he said it out loud in such away that it seemed reminiscing.

And I considered how I should respond, I pulled my book out, something that's stayed close to my heart and in my clothes for a long while.

I put it away and walked on.

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The weeks afterward kind of… Blurred together.

Wake up at 4:30 AM next to Beryl when Pyrrha started to stir from her alarm, swap out for Ebony and Ivory.

Ignore Jaune's groaning and get up myself, change into my outfit for the day.

Jaune and Pyrrha had early breakfast, showered, and then left me alone at the table reading from my book of poems around 5:15 AM.

At around 5:45 I woke up Ren, let him get ready and then poked Nora. The energetic girl causing chaos all around as she started her morning routine.

6:30 Jaune and Pyrrha come back, one absolutely glowing and the other looking dead on his feet. Though, mid-way through, he started looking less and less like a corpse as he got used to the new routine.

We all had around an Hour before the cafeteria opened up for breakfast, and each of us took that moment to just relax in silence.

Nora elected to leaned against Ren, quietly blabbing his ear off about her dream.

Jaune laid across his bed, groaning from sore muscles, and Pyrrha watched over him with a smile.

I sat by the jukebox, selecting songs for the whole hour.

Then at 7:15, we left for the Cafeteria to eat our breakfast.

8 O'clock was Prof. Port was teaching us about Grimm and Military Strategy.

9:45 was Dr. Oobleck's class was History and Legends of Remnant. Normally it would end at 11:15 for Ms. Peach's Plant Sciences or as I called it 'Survival' training, but could sometimes run till Lunch at 12:30.

1:30 to 2:15 was for Ms. Greene's Stealth and Security class. Hunters did a number of odd jobs, and having to either sneak into or guard places were some of them.

After Ms. Greene's class, everyone was let out for break.

Then came 4:00, my favourite class in Beacon.

Mr. Mulberry's class, Weapon Crafting and Upkeep.

5:00 was generally dedicated to 'Self-Directed Sparring' which meant that the floor was open and Ms. Goodwitch was watching.

Jaune and Pyrrha had made good use of it when I got around to pushing them to actually using the area after noticing that basically none of the first years stuck around there. And it drastically helped Jaune improved when some Senpai's decided to take him under their wing.

Though I was generally with Ozpin during that time, the man having taken a vested interest in me for one reason or another.

Then at 6 Sharp was dinner.

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"Again."

I begrudgingly lifted myself off the floor. Mind you, the entire reason I'm in this predicament is to try to engage my Devil Trigger.

"I loathe you, I hope you know that."

Despite not want to, I sneered at the old man down my nose as I came to rest. Standing at the ready with Rebellion tip down on the floor and tempted to Rev and engine that wasn't there.

Ozpin hummed, watching me stand to full height and straighten my back. He had a steady hand and steadier time fighting.

I dashed forward, Rebellion slicing through the floor and up, while Gintarou rolled across the ground. Each strike from my blade clashed against his cane and sent sparks flying. If it wasn't for the fact that it was magically enhanced, I'm pretty sure Unc's sword would've cleaved the man by now.

"Eviscerate!"

Ginatrou emerged behind Ozpin, jaw wide open and ready to chomp him- Gintarou exploded from the flurry of blows and I was sent back, hit on my head, stomach shins and thighs. I rolled against the ground, Beryl appearing in my hands for a moment before I swapped her out to Ebony and Ivroy.

Ozpin was fast, not so fast that I couldn't see his moves, but he had a tendency to speed things up at just the right moment to take me by surprise.

"Dammit!" I rushed again, this time unleashing a veritable hell of lead that he blocks with easy and- "Oh you copycat-" I rolled to the side, staying on my feet as he sent the bullets back at me. "Stinger!" I lunged at him, blade glowing with orange light-

My blade slid off his cane as his Aura engaged, blocking the slight nick on his cheek. "Game~" I sun as I slowed to a stop, letting my exhaustion seep into my bones.

"Very good. Miss Sparda. Very good." He smiled, resting himself against his cane. I pushed my bangs back up, moving the long hair away from my mouth and out of my eyes with a sigh.

"Thanks headmaster." I bowed to him, thanking him for his time as my scroll started blaring Red Like Roses. "I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today."

"You've improved well, Miss Sparda." He adjusted his glasses while walking toward me. "I am interested in that other weapon I saw, though. Care to share with the class." And I had slipped up today, for the first time mind you, but the thought of filling his smirking ass full of 20mm was too enticing to ignore in the moment.

"Beryl… Something I've had with me a long time." Recent nights gave me more memories. Sporadic and un-order as they were. Apparently, when I purchase a new weapon, I'll remember myself getting it.

Like this beauty being left to me by my mother, luckily the orphanage I was left at respected my mother's wishes and gave me that letter on my 16th Birthday. Right in time for me to basically age out and go around looking to make a life for myself.

"And why'd you choose to not use it when dealing with the Grimm?" That was a valid question, why wouldn't I use something like my 20mm Anti-Tank rifle that could penetrate more than its original version could on virtue of being enhanced via my own demonic power.

"The Beowolf's were an Empusa Rank enemy, not something, my Darling~ Should be wasted on." Oz snorted, used to my weird comparisons after weeks of private fighting lessons. The entire reason he even agreed was because I mentioned checking his house of Cards.

I don't know if Alphonse further interfered with the world or not, but Ozpin and Qrow who latter thanked me in person over video call, found Leonardo lacking and started feeding the man false information after a test of OP-SEC failing on behalf of Leonardo's watch.

Mixed in with some real intel, they managed to avoid Salem, but still. Oz said he owed me on for this, and I collected… Whether he wanted me for the Maiden powers or not? I dunno.

"Well, far be it from me to keep you from your team… Enjoy dinner, I heard they're making steak tonight." He gave me a pat on the back before I power walked to the elevator, already feeling the hunger pangs hit and ready to elegantly chow down on some meat before sleeping.

 

[Fou-san]

Jaune's form had majorly improved after the weeks of practice with Pyrrha, let alone all the instruction he was getting from upper classman. Right now, all that was left was for him to find his semblance.

"This, is the part, where you lose." Cardin was pushing down on a kneeling Jaune who had his shield in-between them. "..." He kept his mouth shut, which was good. I properly beat that into him then, he isn't a Legendary Devil Hunter, nor does he have the power necessary to allow for such frivolities as a Provocation.

Cardin clearly wasn't happy that Jaune didn't respond, and I was about ready to hit that fuck with a truck. But luckily for him, the muscle Jaune started to pack on came in handy and allowed the shorter boy enough leg power with the proper foot work and body movement to push off the ground and get his enemy on unstable feet.

Cardin took a step back, surprise filling his eyes for a moment, before Jaune Capitalized on it. He kept low, stepping into the taller boy's guard and hitting the bottom of his chin with the pommel of his sword, before following up with a quick 2 slash combo. One to the shoulder, one to the knee.

I glanced up, watching Cardin's aura drain on the TV Screen in real time when Jaune pushed his advantage with quick, fast slashes. He pushed Cardin back, forcing the other boy to use his Mace to deflect the metal of his sword.

I blinked, groaning as the world was replaced by that stupid SCP 3008 look alike. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" I noted recently my voice took on less of a nasally quality, but still kept that classic Vergil cadence.

I watched as Alphonse leaned back away from his blank TV, and he was uncharacteristically not smiling. Something I really didn't like, because that man had a perpetual smile every time I saw him to blow off steam from having my ass kicked nigh-thousands of times by Ozpin.

"Well, put quite simply." He snapped, and I found my self moved into the seat next to him as he let out the air in his lungs and just let himself relax against the leather couch. "We've got a problem." I raised a brow, waiting for him to elaborate.

"I have a selection of universes that are mine to fuck with and observe from here." Well, as far as I'm aware, I was the first time he's actually fucked with them. "And you'd be right, you're my first~" He crooned about it, teasing like he normally was, but that peppy little edge wasn't there at the moment.

"Okay, and?" The TV switched on, showing a home menu with multiple different worlds, Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan, Chainsaw Man, and bleach to name a few that I could see. "They're technically all time looped and when the story ends they reset back to zero." That makes sense, have the story basically be an 'Infinite Loops Project' fanfiction that was exactly the same content as the original story so he could view them over and over.

"So how do I factor into that? I'm quite curious if the story will continue without me, and if my soul will be recycled for the same story over and over." He chuckled, the lightness back in his tone. "Popcorn?" He offered me a bowl that appeared from thin air.

"I'm good, would like an explanation please." He waved me off, selecting RWBY on the TV and letting the channel load.

"Timelines are such a finicky thing, but if you must know. I intended to give you some breathing room between incarnations." Well, seems I was going to be this fuckers plaything for a long time then. "It's not so bad, I'll give you a 401k and stock options."

"Hah. Hah. Very funny." I even slow clapped a little. At this rate, I'd never reach my eternal rest.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, for now, interloper shit." The screen flickered, showing a white haired teen wielding what looked like Gilgamesh beating the shit out of some hunters. If I had to gander as to what specific identity he stole was, I would say he was parading around as Ryuji Sakamoto from Persona 5 if I correctly recognized that shirt.

He had superior everything; Speed, Strength, weapon. It was like watching a beast play with his meal. I watched as he tore through the group, throwing them off balance and grabbing one by the leg with both hands- I'm kinda glad the video was muted, because I'm pretty sure my ears would hurt from that grown man's screams.

The interloper broke said Hunters leg in half like a pretzel stick, and even helped himself to some blood like a regular demon might if it was trying to collect more power. "From the way you've described things, you should have more than enough power to just smite him." I side eyed Alphonse, pinky finger slipping into my mouth. "So why don't you." An old habit of mine, but the familiar pressure of biting my own flesh helping me stay grounded at the moment.

Alphonse gained his smile back, the regular one I normally saw him with. If a bit strained. "An old friend of mine decided to pop on by and saw me watching you. So we made a bet." He paused, and I already understood the basic terms.

"Normally, another god shouldn't be able to access my worlds, as that could be a vector to escape." He rolled his hand and eyes. "But your 'Old Friend' made a bet, cutting that avenue off?" He nodded, turning the TV and fully turning towards me.

"Correct, it was a personal moment of weakness, really." He sighed, shrugging again. And it just dawned on me that the man is a lot more shrewd than I thought, rather than outright tell me… He'd rather I observe and come to my own conclusions. "And I won't correct you."

This annoying shit…

"Since it seems like you're content to have your fun with me, you'd rather not have this interloper despite the bet?" He nodded sagely, miming pulling beard hair to a fine point. "So, clean up duty?"

I blinked and was back in the stands of students.

I stood making my way to the door, Glynda glanced at me but returned to the match. The hallways never felt so empty as I made my way to Ozpin's office, for I was a woman on a mission today.

Gilgamesh was a Devil arm, and despite being at the academy I could feel it, I'm sure I could convince Ozpin of my case, an artifact from my world somehow sleeping through dimensional boundaries and finding it's way here to corrupt someone.
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*CRUNCH*

I stood at the edge of the clearing, not having arrived fast enough to save any of the Hunters my… Prey? No, sounds rather unlike me. I supposed my enemy would be fine. But these line of thought is not getting me anywhere.

Ryuji was currently crouched above a corpse, Gilgamesh still out and about, as he raised fist full of flesh and blood after fist full to his mouth.

I was able to size him up better while this close, rather than observing through a TV screen.

"Huh…" He paused, hand mid-way to delivering another mouthful of viscera. "I certainly didn't expect to meat you this soon." I could hear his joints and bones creak as he leaned so far back to see me, his head was touching the ground. "You look like a hot piece of ass, shame I'll have to rip you to shreds." His grin so large it spanned from ear to and sent a chill down my spine.

"You've clearly given in to…" My mouth ran itself before I could properly come up with a witty comeback. "Sorry, I can't really tell, what demon did you fuse with? Was it one of the Sparda's?" His eyes bulged at my words, and I started to slowly circle him.

His back arched, head staying on the ground for a moment before he sprung to full attention, his eyes never leaving me, or more specifically, my assets. "Neither, I couldn't rack enough points up for either from my Patron." He cracked his neck manually with his hand, his tongue lapping at his lips as he started to stretch. "But I got the next best thing." Gilgamesh materialized on his hands and legs, the mask slowly materializing on his face.

"Malphas!" I could feel his magic move as a portal appeared under his feet and disappearing into the deep purple.

"Shit!" I turned around, Rebellion slicing through the air to cut him in half horizontally- "Oof-" His fist planted directly into my stomach, the force causing the very air around us to shudder and blood spew from my mouth. I watched his grin twist into a lecherous smile while blood rushed to his cheeks.

Faster than my mind could comprehend, he slammed another fist, this time directly into my chest, and forced me to take a step back. "Fu-" I was cut off, his foot slamming me into the side of my head and forcing me into a disorienting 360.

I was pretty sure I had a mild concussion at that point when I started to see 3 of him with their legs- "Ope-" My body was finally catching up to the speed of the battle, my legs bending slightly before I shot off like a rocket backwards. The ground rumbled, and a crack formed from the pure force he put into the kick.

"Oh ho~ You actually dodged that?" I took a moment to breath, my head was spinning, and his voice was like nails on a black-board to my ears. "And here I was hoping for an easy win." He shrugged with that smug grin of his.

"You… I don't like you at all." The words came out slightly slurred as I recovered.

He laughed at me, a full-bodied one, as tears started falling from his eyes. "Ahh~ Well said, Missus Obvious!" My grip on Rebellion grew tighter. "But I think it's pretty clear you aren't going to win." He started mimicking Jet Stream Sam thinking, even resting a hand on an imaginary Murasama. "Tell you what, it would be a crime to kill such a hot piece of ass as yourself… So why don't you join my Harem? Be the first girl and primary wife, eh?"

…

I stared at him with a deadpan, he was at full mast, eyes looking away and tongue licking his lips. "Oh, I can just imagine the fun we'll have in the bedroom~ There are tons of kinky shit we could get up too~" I… Was he seriously that fucking horny? "So whattaya say?"

"No." Just stay talking, stay distracted for a little bit longer. "I'd rather not at all procreate with a parasite like yourself." I pointed the tip of my blade at him, standing tall and defiant. "Tch- What a shame, and here I was hoping I could pop out a couple Sparda-lings for myself to fuc-"

"NOW!" Gintarou's ink exploded out of the ground, turning himself into a sea urchin like thing that stabbed through the ground and trees alike. Unfortunately for me, Parasite had dodged the blow by jumping through his Malphas portal.

Gintarou returned to me, curling around in font of me defensively. Though I had to admit, my very own black fox made from ink standing with me and being the size of a Tibetan Mastiff… Not the time, I have to focus on the fight.

Last time, I hadn't been prepared from this. "What!?" This time, though, I was ready for it. "Cease." His foot struggled against the flat of Rebellion. Though, that was because he was practically standing on the blade because of my block. I pushed against the ground with more force, shattering the earth and sending him straight up into a spinning Gintarou.

"Slice'em!!" I called out as Gintarou sharpened in the air, clashing against the metal gauntlets of Gilgamesh. "Athena!" The ink slithered off my left arm, forming a large black owl that grabbed my shoulders and lifted me into the air.

I descended on the Parasite like a rod from god, pushing as much force as I could into the Helmet Breaker. "You bitch-" I cut him off, twisting my whole body off his hands and slamming my foot into his face. "Augh!" I pressed the attack, lungeing toward him and pushing his hands up into the air. "Desist." Stab after stab, my should felt like it was going to dislocate from the force of my blows.

Gintarou slid between his legs as Parasite took a step back, he launched himself forward with a powerful straight. "Pardon me." He landed short, and I could see him react to the pain of over extending his punch. "Certainly never show boxed, did you?" I was slithering around him, the rolling black viscous ink providing ample speed to make him just barely miss his kick.

"I'M GOING TO MAKE YOUR CORPSE INTO MY OWN PERSONAL ON-" Athena twirled in the air before dive-bombing him, slamming directly into his head and shutting him up. "If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise." It only now occurred to me, that Nidhogg was also a parasitic lifeform.

"The fuck are you talking about, bitch!?" It would seem, despite being a person mixed with a Demon from the DMC mythos… He wasn't quite familiar with the playable ones that drove the story.

I slowed to a stop, stepping off of my Fox and outstretching my arm for my Owl. "One thought, fills immensity…" I felt like a weight had stepped off my shoulders. I stood, watching the blood drip from my Parasite's nose.

"I'll make you pay!" He opened a portal again, Athena lifting me off my feet and into the air. I watched as he executed a display of power with a flurry of powerful kicks. "Fuck! Where the hell did that bitch go!?" His head whipped back and forth he before he looked up at the sound of an engine revving.

I dropped through the air, grabbing Cavaliere and revving the engine to get his attention, my back tire slamming into his face, launching him into the ground as I continued past him into an Akria Slide.

"THAT'S IT!" Demonic power welled in the Parasite, gathering around him in purple rings. "FUCK YOU!" He copied Nero, his whole Devil Trigger moment and flip off stance. "SHOCK!" And I started backing away too late, having spent a moment too long gawking at the sheer audacity he had to copy the one person to beat both Dante and Vergil.

I blinked, and that was all the time it took to arrive in front of me with a fist raised to the air. Gilgamesh, gleaming on his hands and feet, venting air from his elbow- "Retreat!" Gintarou having jumped in the way and pushing me back out of the attack.

Athena swooped down and grabbed me, letting me see the inky black ball start to form. "YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY JUST YET!" The ground exploded from the force of the Parasite's jump.

A purple cone of energy formed around him and splattered Athena across the destroyed clearing. Her ball settling right beside Gintarou's.

I flipped through the air, landing on my feet and dragging Rebellion through the ground to slow me down. "COME 'ERE SWEETCHEEKS." The Parasite soared through the air, fist cocked back to meet me.

"Don't get cocky, Parasite." My hand raised to the sky, fingers at the ready.

This was going to hurt… "VON LYCAON!" I could feel my demonic energies move in response to my call, my finger's snap reverberating as from the depths of my soul arrived my salvation in this fight.

Rather than the perfect attendant I had been expecting, I instead was graced by the form of a wolf, very much the size of the Great Grey Wolf Sif. He was bone white, with dark black inky straps fastened around him and covering one eye.

"FUCKING FURRIES!" Parasite didn't have time to say anything more than that, his full attention being taken by the gigantic tail sweeping him out of the air and spiking him into the ground.

"This is only going to get harder, you sure you're up to it?" My hands rested on the balls of ink, my very presence speeding up the reformation process.

"MORE THAN YOU KNOW!"

I ignored the parasite budding his head in, we'd both be on timers for this, but he's presumably going to have the DT state longer than I can hold onto Von Lycaon. Turning around, I pulled Berryl into my hands and lined up the short.

"Ascend!"

Von Lycaon spun, tail picking them up and launching the Parasite into the air, I forced the air out of my lungs, hands steadying and- *KABOOM* My baby barked, and I got to watch the Parasite fall ass over head and crash into the waiting maw of my own 'Nightmare'

"Fall to Hell."

His jaws shut, blood exploding out between his teeth.

"Spit."

At my command, the broken body of the Parasite limply fell to the ground with a disgustingly wet squelch sound. Athena and Gintarou having finally reformed rushed at the twitching body, one tearing it to shreds and the other launching gusts of wind sharp enough to cut.

"Urgh-" I clenched my chest, heart hammering as I dropped Von Lycaon's summoning. "Shit-shit-shit." It felt like my heart was being stabbed and shredded into tiny little bits. I struggled to breath, falling to the ground.

I looked up, seeing a shining ball of light from above the parasite's corpse. "Help…" Gintarou appeared at my side, catching an arm around his neck and dragging me forward. "Thanks…" I reached forward, watching the light float to my hands before finally passing out.

 

[Fou-san]

The next time I was conscious, I was somewhere I had never been before, but heard and read many a things about. Blue everywhere, flashing light settling across my closed eyes as some machinery hummed around me.

"Welcome to the Velvet Room."

My eyes opened and fell upon a rather long nosed man with blood shot eyes stared at me from across a table, a familiar tarot deck places near the centre next to a manilla folder. I glazed up and past him, watching lights blast past the metal that made up this elevator we were in.

"This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter…"

The voice was deep and rumbly, something that I knew the man in front of me shouldn't have had at all… At least, not when paired with this particular iteration of the Velvet Room. Nor did he have a rather nice looking attendant standing beside him to catalogue my summons.

"It is a room that only those who are bound by a "contract" may enter~"

He gestured downward to the folder as it flipped opened to a rather dense page filled with text and an open spot at the bottom to be signed. I also glanced a look further down and felt more reassured in myself after confirming I wasn't in an entirely new body for a second time.

My eyes rose back up, meeting the 'fake Igor' dead on.

"Considering that I'm still Cannella, you aren't fooling me, Al."

We stared each other in the eyes, the wide smile faltering for a moment before- "You're no fun. Why can't you just play along?" I kinda wish I had eye and mind bleach, because I certainly did not want to ever remember seeing Igor fucking pout at me.

"And you're disgusting." I crossed my arms and legs. "Seriously? Persona? We both know I love the series, but seriously, did you have to do this whole charade?." He leaned back into the plush leather seat, raising his longer fingers for a snap-

"FUCK-" I tumbled forward in free fall, the room disappearing as gravity took hold of us both like we were in the bottomless pit from Gravity falls. It even bloody looked like it! "AL!" I screamed at him, only to be ignored, as he crossed his legs and pulled out a fucking copy of the 'New York Times' and started flipping through the pages like this was a regular Sunday morning.

"Tsk Tsk." The pages ruffled as he straightened them, hiding his face from view. "Young people these days just don't know how to respect their elders." My eyes turned downward at the flicker of a light. "I swear, your generation just can't ever indulge us old folk~" There were several large spikes planted at the bottom of this pit.

I grabbed the edges of my coat, using them like Batman does his cape, to glide around a bit "Maybe you shouldn't blatantly copy someone else's shtick?" I tried to read the words on the paper for a moment before I realized it was the standard 'Lorem Ipsum' word test.

One singular eye peeked over the edge of the paper as he turned another page. "Getting awfully comfortable with death, aren't you?" I could choose to panic, beg, plead, and do a whole host of things to try to convince the ass to get me out of this situation. "Go on, you know you want to~" His nose turned upward when he let loose a rather high-pitched coughing laugh.

"Nah… I'm current your only way of interacting with other worlds to shift the story." I started spinning, moving around him in an orbit. "And unless you start inviting in more interlopers, which if you do you'll want to use me to get rid of them anyway, you won't kill me." It's not like he'd actually let me die here.

"Bah~" He waved me off, letting go of the newspaper. "A collar around your neck, and you can still make a joke." I watched it shoot straight up and disintegrate into nothing but ash. "But I can still have this nice little dream sequence go out in my terms." True, I was basically completely and utterly powerless to stop him.

"Reward, let's talk about what I get." Al huffed, turning away from me slowly like he was rotating on a microwave plate.

"You've got a brand new Devil Arm that is like Gilgamesh but completely isn't in the same weapon, is that not reward enough?" I glared at him, crossing my arms. "Hmm… Greedy little Devil, aren't you?" I couldn't call my self greedy, though, like Trevor, I want a fair day's wage for a fair day's work. "Fine~" He shrugged.

The menu for the shop opened, and I watched my red orbs climb by a few hundred. "Thanks, now I want to be greedy and ask for a free DT Heart upgrade~" Because I'm really hoping that by getting that I won't feel like I'm dying if I over use the fuck out of my Devil powers.

"Some red orbs and that new Devil Arm is all you're going to get from me." I nodded, then glanced at the spikes. "Oh, and enjoy the trip." My eyes returned to him, hand held menacingly in the air above me.

"Oh, don't you fuc-" His hand blurred and suddenly, I was forced down through the air at a much faster pace and cursing his name when the rocky death that awaited dream grew closer. "ALPHONSE, I SWEAR ON YOUR GRAVE YOU-"

---

"- FUTHER MUCKING!" I shot up, eyes stinging from the sudden light change, and pointedly ignored the person sitting across from me on another bench. "I swear to Sparda, if I ever get the power, I'm going to castrate that man." Evidently, from the other person's amused grin, he could clearly see how frustrated I am.

"Morning Princess." I glared at him. "Woah there, calm down, kiddo." He quickly backpedalled his statement. "Shit, wait-" I swiped the flask from his hand, quickly downing it all-
"AHÅÖAEUGH" And immediately knew that I picked the wrong Fallout 4 dialogue option, the flask wasn't anything alcoholic, no… It was fucking Buckley's. I could feel my sinus's involuntarily clear up… But the disgusting aftertaste pervaded my tongue, cheeks and esophagus.

"Goddamn it, Qrow." My face twisted even more in disappointment. "Why the fuck are you walking around with a flask full of cold medicine." I wanted to scrape out my tongue until nothing but blood filled my mouth.

But that wouldn't get me anywhere.

"It's not-" He paused, looking at the flask I shoved back into his hands as I laid back down. "Ah… Never mind." It was now that I finally looked around, taking note of the utterly empty aircraft that we rode in.

…

Silence washed over me in the cabin, I rested my arm across my eyes and just let myself unwind.

…

…

"Sooo… Dangerous artifact coming in to cause trouble." Thanks Qrow, I was just enjoying my wind downtime. "How'd that go?" Kinda wanted to explode on him, not going to lie to myself here. Especially after coming so close with death and watching someone else proc their Devil Trigger before I could…

Though I suppose not all is lost when I've learned to summon my 'Ultimate Summon' so to speak. "Just peachy." I was fortunately able to squeeze all the deadpan sarcasm in my body into a single two-word sentence.

"Not good. Got it." I heard the distinct sounds of someone popping open a flask, "shit." Then spilling a bit on themselves.

…

"I had to pull out my trump card."

"Oh~? And how'd that go?"

I chanced a glance at the smirking older man, with his stupid stubble on his chin. I was half tempted to grab rebellion and shove it where the sun don't shine.

"Never used it before, almost died."

I half expected him to do a spit take, half expected him to ask me how I was doing.

Instead, he diced to just sit next to me.

"No words?"

"What would I even say, Kid?"

A valid point…

"I'm not okay."

The first step, is recognizing it.

"I don't expect you to be."

And that honestly was more comforting than it had any right to be.

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"And, your evaluation?" Ozpin stared at the window, watching Qrow's reflection in the glass as he walked up the desk solemnly.

The man turned namesake stared into his open flask for a moment before putting it away. "Fragile." And that was the problem, despite projecting herself as a calm and rational person… She most often acted upon emotions.

"She almost died, Oz, and the most she can muster up is to just say that she's not okay." Not mentally well, despite being physically in tip-top shape. "I don't know what her life was like before she found her way to beacon… But it certainly wasn't good."

Ozpin allowed them both a moment to mull over their thoughts, just staring into the ink black void dotted with shining lights. "And if I said I want to offer her the Fall Maiden powers?" He both feel and see the eyes bore into him with a look of disbelief.

"If you truly go down that route, there's no guarantee that she stays here." And by here, he meant this universe. If her claims were to be true. "Sure, it'd keep the Maiden power's out of Salem's hands. But would lose us access to a vault permanently." And that was the crux of the issue with giving Her the Fall Maiden's powers.

On one hand, it would forever prevent Salem from getting the Relic of Choice. But by consequence of that choice they, too, could not get the Relic.

Not unless they had some way of calling her back to open it if they had need.

"She's sharp."

Ozpin returned from the depths of his thoughts at Qrow's words. "They're well aware that I don't trust them, but they still trust me enough to tell me that they aren't okay." It was only natural the older man was weary of the girl, especially after watching that surveillance and seeing the destruction left in their wake. "No aura at all, but she heals far faster than anything I've ever seen."

…

"We'll have her face off with Pyrrha." Cannella could refuse, and Ozin wouldn't degrade her. But he still couldn't take the chance to let the power of the Fall Maiden to land in the clutches of Salem's influence. "And if ultimately… She decides to reject the proposition, we'll move to our first choice."

The room was silent for a moment, before the sound of Qrow downing his entire flask filled the air. "Fine. But I stand by my assessment, Oz." His footsteps grew quieter. "She shouldn't be given the power of the Maiden." Ozpin turned around, watching the man through the elevator doors. "Nor should that Pyrrha girl."

And they were cut off from each other.

Ozma sighed, left alone in this tower… "Light & Dark, give me the strength." His drawer opened, the alcohol stash finally being broken into after decades of being hidden away. "I don't know if I have the drive to continue this battle…" He spiked his hot chocolate with a vodka centuries older than his body.

 

[Fou-san]

'Sparda.'

I replaced god with my grandfathers name like I was from Fortuna, though I suppose I could be forgiven when I look like this.

Bags so deep that I'm practically Sanctus on his deathbed.

'I look like shit.'

Though I suppose that's to be expected when you wake up from a dream via death…

I turned, walking up to the door and letting my forehead rest against the cold wood. Hand hovering just over the handle.

*Knock-Knock-Knock*

"Cannella, you okay in there?"

Jaune… The guy's actually improved a bunch since I got his ass into gear.

Pyrrha definitely helped, though.

"I'm fine."

The door opened, and I stepped out, thankfully not directly into him, as he had the sense to step to the side with his arms crossed.

"You're not." I looked him up and down, seeing the pounds of muscle he had started to pack on after the numerous things Pyrrha made him do. "Cannella. You've spent the past 3 days waking us up, you're clearly not."

It's not like I wanted this to happen, I didn't want to wake up with a shout every time I fell asleep. "I'm fine." I know I'm not, but it's not really something I want to burden them with. "I'll get over it. Just need a bit." I was going to leave the room, but instead was stopped dead in my tracks from the semicircle of chairs.

Pyrrha made eye contact with me first. "Please, sit." I turned away, walking towards the door-

The ink on my right arm surged almost painfully, moving down my body and into reality. "Really, Gintarou?" My feet were trapped in the iron grip of his ink, pulling me back towards the chair. I almost fell backwards after being thrown into the chair with a growl.

"I don't need this." I need to have this

Ren stood up, pulling a moveable table to the centre of the chairs, while I glared at the rolling ink that ignored my commands to stop pushing me back into the damn chair of intervention.

"Cannella, you know you can talk to us, right?" Pyrrha spoke up first. "No matter what it is, we're a team, and teammates help each other. We're all here for you." She looked to the others, getting nods, though her eyes lingered on Jaune longer.

"I'm not okay, but I'm fine. I just need a little time to balance out and work through my issues." Most surprisingly, Nora was sitting with her hands in her lap, not her normal excitable self. "And I know I'm a bit behind on my studies from this, but I just have to work through my issues." It's not a problem if I ignore, it's out of mind, out of sight. And I don't have to worry or remember the pain of my heart feeling like it's going to implode.

I don't have to remember my guts feeling like they were rupturing from the force of the that Parasite's blow, I don't have to remember the- "CANNELLA!"

Oh… Why's my face wet?

"sorry."

I could feel their gazes on me, even as they crowd'd around me on this chair.

I don't even know what I'd doing… I've just- I've just played to what I felt was right, and took the path of least resistances instead of truly living… Haven't I?

Now that I think about it, in the roughly three months I've been here, I've barely talked with my team. I've barely kept up with any studies, instead preferring to pester other people and just trying to gather as much power as I could… And for what? A distant death world borne from the question of how cool we could make fight scenes?

…

Their words washed over me like water off a duck's feather, and I felt… Suffocated. Like my head was under the water as the near death I encountered not long ago kept replaying in my mind.

That wasn't even a fight, I was getting rag dolled and as soon as I made any ground, that fuck pulled out DT and I can't even pop my own…

"I don't even know what I'm doing in life, to be honest." The rolling black inky stopped pooling around my feet, instead choosing to climb back up my lag and settled on my skin again.

I looked up to the worried faces, and it truly clicked to me… How much I had brushed them off in fear of the unknown.

Every time they asked me to do anything with them, I declined, running away without even realizing it.

"Sorry, I haven't really been a teammate." My chest felt a little lighter. "I've been pretty homesick, and I don't even know how to get back there." Though that brought another question, was there less of me, the person who was here before Cannella? "I keep dreaming of it every night, and what happened when I had to leave class early…" What about this Cannella from before? Was she entirely fabricated for me?

Was she a real person I was merged with? What will be left of us later down the road, will I be subsumed?

Or will we rise anew, neither John nor Cannella.

And take our steps out in this world that was once fictional but is now oh so painfully very real?

"It's okay to be Homesick." Our resident Paladin gave me a hesitant smile, crouching down to be more on my level. "It's okay, to not be okay or fine." Pyrrha placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "We're a team." Ren spoke over Nora's shoulder as she grabbed my hands in hers.

"And a Team is a family."

…

I really want to run away from these feelings, to not actually feel anything but play into the fictional ideal I have about who I should be.

I want to retreat to Alphonse and just be dumped somewhere with a purpose, a mission in mind.

But maybe, I just need to learn how not have to have some grand over arching purpose…

"You should just kiss Ren, by the way." Nora jumped up, waving her hands back and forth, talking a mile a minute and… I laughed.

My threw my head back and laughed long and hard, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Hahhhh, Nora, you should've seen your face."

This was the first time I truly laughed, the first time I truly smiled.

"Feeling better?" Jaune stood up, hand resting on the other shoulder.

"Umu~ Yeah, thanks." I looked at my current outfit, something that was given to me, but honestly wasn't really… Me. "I really needed this, I'm glad I have you all as family." I looked back and forth, getting smiles in return."I think we all could use something to eat." We all stood up, grabbing our chairs and moving to the kitchen.

The setting sun filtered in through the windows and I just enjoyed the conversations happening around me as Ren doned his 'Please don't do anything to the Cook' apron and set to work cooking.

I even started to jump in a little, add my own inputs here and there.

It's not a lot, but it's a start.

And really, it's that little bit I do that will help more in the long run.

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"Cease."

Luckily for me, Alphonse was in a listening mood as I entered the shop.

"Just… Listen, okay?"

He nodded and I took a moment to breathe. I have no doubt that he's been watching and knows, but I still have to voice this out, even if it doesn't need to be, I want to say it out loud to his face.

"I want my independence." I tapped the counter, pulling an ipad from it's docking station and turning it on to see the shop screen. "I don't want to be your plaything forever, I was resigned to just accepting it and moving on." My eyes roamed through as I flicked through page after page, searching for what I wanted.

"But if I did that, I wouldn't be me, and I want to be me." The words didn't make a lot of sense to me, but they were what came out as I found what I was looking for. "And to do that, I need to take some control… I can't just coast around using Family shit." I could just feel his shit eating grin as I moved through the sub options until I settled on what I wanted.

A nice red and black bustier mixed with a shirt that left the top of my torso open.

Added on a neat deep navy blue over-coat that cut off at the ankles.

Dark slacks that left enough room to not cinch into the backs of my knees and cause pain and wouldn't force my underwire to ride up uncomfortably.

Next came the steps and holsters, two for my legs to hold a pair of pistols and, a couple to keep my pants from flaring out too much and a pair of deep black Calf high platform boots that would maybe give me an inch in height,

"I want to trade in my new Devil Arm, my old clothes, Rebellion and Ebony & Ivory." I handed him the ipad, watching him hum as he went about doing something to it. I had kept track of the prices for everything I wanted, and if I was going to get a new start…

A new outfit really didn't seem like that bad of a launch pad.

"Alright~ This is doable, like Dante normally would sell the extra devil arms off cash…" He paused a bit, eyes squinting, most likely at the finale detail. "You're sure you want that?" I nodded.

"Every one has an Emblem, I figured it would only be right to have one of my own." I honestly couldn't come up with an emblem on my own, but I wanted something to pay homage to my lineage and family but still feel like something I could wear on my hip.

He looked it up and down, taping a bit before turning the thing around to show myself T-Posing with the outfit applied. "I have to say, you have nice tase." I noticed that he added steel toes to my boots, something I greatly appreciated.

With mirth in my eyes, I looked back up to that small smug grin.

"Thanks, I quite enjoy the way it looks."

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I came back to reality, looking over at my team asleep.

I quickly grabbed a post-it, scribbling that I would be away for a bit, and quietly exited the room. The light from the moon filtered in, and I started walking through the corridors with what felt like a weight off my shoulders.

I just had to make my way over to the mail office and pick up the waiting package for me.

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Fun faction, putting this in a quote means it doesn't contribute to the word count~

Anyways, I'm a bit iffy on the chapter itself, but I'm trying to be less directionless with the things in this chapter, so I'm tryna shake things up and I'm praying y'all will like it as much as I do.

Also I'm trying to take a page out of Tomb_Spyder's page and his own writing advice.

And as he said in discord.

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FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK, WRITE FOR YOUR OWN ENJOYMENT ABOVE ALL ELSE.
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I've honestly been a bit caught up in what other think after a few bad comments on other things, and instead of just writing for myself, I started writing to try and please other people.

So this chapter?

I wrote for myself, just like the first couple, no thoughts about what others would think.

I feel weird doing this again, but by god I'm going to try to write the best goddamn story I've every bloody made so far!

If you seem a grammar mistake, feel free to point it out.

You have an opinion about something, feel free to drop it, because as much as I'm going to try to just write for myself, I still want feedback on how I'm doing to add some perspective to it.

This is getting so long, Mic drop time-

Bye.

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[Fou-san]

"Oh!"

I jolted, turning away from the door I was attempting to quietly close.

"Heyyyyy…" I waved slowly to Pyrrha and Jaune, I wasn't entirely ready to show off the new fit but… "I was just coming back after…" I trailed off, gesturing to my outfit.

Watching my previous close completely turn to ash like they were Thanos snapped was weird, and the fact that weapons just… felt weaker wasn't very pleasant. I gripped Rebellion on my way back and felt the handle give just a little bit with a light squeeze.

Not to mention Ebony and Ivory's triggers feeling significantly less smooth.

"It's very you." Jaune's hand landed on my shoulder, and his words were more reassuring than I was willing to admit. "Me and Pyrrha were just about to go for our morning spar, would you care to join us?" The taller girl smiled at me, though I could feel the way her eyes locked onto Jaune's hand like a particularly possessive woman.

"Sure… I haven't actually fought against another human in a long while." That was true, no, I wasn't counting that Parasite. And since I wasn't the last time I was in a fight was a small scrap out in the field around high-school.

Dick 'ed thought it would be funny to destroy my friends' presentation USB.

Jaune grabbed his sword from beside the door with ease, clearly having built up his strength during the past couple months. "I'll go on ahead and reserve us a room, I'll catch you both later." With a two-finger salute, our team leader dipped out the room and left us with the awkward atmosphere of someone thinking I was attempting to seduce their crush.

…

"He's all yours, for the record." She instantly blushed and started waving her hands back and forth like a flustered Anime girl. "N-n-n-o! You got it all wrong, I just-" Boop. "Huh?" I stepped back, unable to physically bring myself to smile despite the ear-splitting grin I felt like cracking.

"Pyrrha, to basically everyone but Jaune himself and a couple dunder-heads like Cardin… It's clear you like that boy, and to be entirely honest?" I moved to the door, lingering just a bit to make eye contact. "If you don't make that first move, he'll never realize that you have feelings for him, nor will he realize that he has feelings for you."

I never expected to see the Amazon Queen of RWBY reduced into a flaming red tomato, crouching in the corner of our room and muttering sweet nothing's to no one in pure embracement.

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"Ah, how kinda of you to finally join us~" I said with undisguised schadenfreude.

I had caught up to Jaune first and told him Pyrrha needed a moment to sort out some problems, and the sweet little puppy my team leader is, he took that at face value instead of asking for more details.

Pyrrha gave us a polite bow, but I could've sworn she just dipped that low to avoid actually glaring a hole through my brains.

"Thanks for Joining us, Cannella." Both of us turn to the blonde twunk I somehow encouraged into existence. "It's honestly just occurred to me that I've never actually…" He trailed off, looking away and rolling his hands.

"Fight?" They nodded in sync. "Well, I suppose I've been incredibly lucky that my name was drawn in Goodwitches class and even when it was the fights were so drawn out we didn't get a chance to see me on stage…" Though that begs the question, how do I spin the no aura thing to them?

Thought it's not like I even asked Ozpin to unlock mine… I do suppose with the Aura mountain, I could get my soul unleashed…

"Remnant to Cannella?"

"Ah, shit sorry." Both blinked at me like I just said something completely- Oh. Right. "What were you saying?" I just wanted to move on without dwelling on it.

"I was just wondering if you knew what your semblance was?" Pyrrha, shrewd girl when she wanted to be, put me on the spot.

"Ohhh, uhh… I don't really know how to say this…" I looked away, kind of embarrassed I didn't think to ask Ozpin if I could even have my Aura unlocked, though it might be that he just assumed I had it unlocked from my rapid healing. "I don't have my Aura unlocked and just forgot to ask about getting that fixed."

Both stood stock still, staring at me, neither saying anything, and I just really don't want to leave the air like this… "Look, I grew up on a far away island that's kind of Isolationist and only really got to this continent by accident with a friend semblance that just happens to be able to teleport people and things…" Another shrug for good measure and power walk over to the stage system.

"Lets see here…" I swiped through the display, specifically looking for the proper mood lighting and connecting my scroll to load some tunes that I thankfully didn't have to actually purchase from my Patron. "All set!" Thumbs up, and start moving to the stage-

"Hold up! How do you not have Aura!" Jaune seemed to recover first, rushing up and grabbing me by the bicep. "The things we saw you do in initiation… I just… It doesn't make sense for you to not have Aura… Please tell me you're pulling my leg…" Puppy was looking incredibly lost, though I don't really- Oh, he was probably comparing himself to me.

*FWOOOSH*

I sent him stumbling back, purely from a full force flick that didn't even hit him.

"This is my family crest." I gestured to the Order of the Sword emblem resting on my hip. "Where I'm from, my grandfather lived a long time ago and was effectively a feudal lord." Here's to hoping people buy into my Fortuna bullshit. "The people who live there today take the legends about him as truth and worship him. Just like a god." I started to stretch and limber up for the coming battle.

"Now I could entirely have had my aura activated a long time ago and just never remembered because we have a hereditary semblance like our sister team's resident dust expert." Ahhhh~ Nice and good, god I haven't stretched like this in forever.

"Or, I truly am just… Built Different."

The lights changed right on cue, focusing centre stage and letting me fade into the background as my Brother's theme music started ramping up over the speakers.

"Now, I suggest you both get ready." My voice start to echo around the pair as they stood back to back. "I'm particularly fast, so you might have some trouble keeping up." This was a… new feeling if I was entirely honest.

Anticipation mixed with rapturous glee.

"Bang~" Both sword's slice through the air I was just standing in. "Oh come on~ You gotta try harder than that~" I stood directly under the spotlight, begging them both to come get some. "Pyrrha, ready?" The Blonde asked as he started to approach me. "Ready." And our resident invincible girl smiled, rather unlike the calm, kind-hearted girl I'd come to know.

"Oh~? You're approaching me?" I leaned back, letting my arms spread. "Instead of running away, you're coming right to me?" I couldn't help myself, I really couldn't. This was probably the only moment I'd get to actually use the reference, even if no one else would get it.

"Uhh… Yeah, we can't fight if we don't get close?" Jaune was clueless to my jojo fuckery, and Pyrrha just looked like a particaruaily hungry lioness seeing prey.

"Never mind my mussing of old thing's you wouldn't understand~ Now! Come at me with all you got."

*CHICK*

Ebony and Ivory raised, even if they were mere replicas, they'd survive the coming bout… At least I hope so~

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"Man…"

I sat on the edge of the stage, looking at the pistols resting in my hands and the crumbly pieces that had started to fall through the cracks of my grip.

"I'm Sorry!" Pyrrha had continually appologized after the breaking of not just my Sword but my guns as well, though I somewhat expected this to happen what with me effectively 'Reselling' them to all and still being able to keep them in reality.

They lost the durability and devil imbued bullshit that made them useable for me. "It's Pyrrha, they've had so much stress put on them that they were bound to break." Jaune was still taking his me damn nap, I shoved down his face after slamming him around with some kicks and breaking his aura with my guns before they crumbled from my grip strength. "Besides, these are just replicas."

I didn't pull out my Beryl nor my Cavaliere.

"But still-!" I put a finger to her lips, causing yet another flaming tomato incident.

"It's fine, Pyrrha, I just gotta procure some new weapons…" I didn't particularly feel like visiting my asshole of a Warlock Patron, but I suppose visiting him to take some missions to get some new gear wouldn't be bad…

Invincible girl looked to hem something over for a moment before lightly placing a hand on my shoulder and determination in her heart. "I'll help pay for the replacements." … Wasn't expecting that.

"Pyrrha, it's fine, besides, we don't exactly have access to .45 ARTWARKS this side of the world." Nor a time machine, and I don't really wanna take someone elses weapons… I wanna make my own… "Besides~" I let her hand slip down my arm as I stood up with a small smile. "This is the perfect chance for me to try crafting my own weapon."

And I knew exactly what type of materials I wanted to use in their creation processes.

"But still, I want to repay you somehow for accidentally break your weapons…" It was my turn to offer a comforting hand on the shoulder.

"Pyrrha, invincible girl and love stricken puppy." There's the tomato~ "If you truly wanna help me, teach me about mecha shift weapons, okay?" I could've asked Ruby for help on this, but I had a feeling that bonding with my team's resident Amazon would wield better results and that i wouldn't spend an entire just geeking out with another classmate about weapons and their designs.

"Alright." Determind again…

"Now help me move this slab of meat wall back to our dorm so we don't have to worry about him possibly waking up with a concussion and find himself all alone, okay?" I stepped back up onto the stage, grabbing one of his arms and pulling him up as gently as I could.

Black outlines the metal of his armour and weapons, making him feel like he weighed less. "Thank you~" It made it much easier to not just rip and arm off or out of socket, and I was able to manuver his arm around my neck for better support. "Tall ass fuck…" I grumbled, because he was just that bit taller than me.

His feet dragged across the ground and Pyrrha came up from the other side, helping stabilize him, but had to crouch down… She was the tallest member of our team…

"Why are you two, so damn tall?" She broke out into a fit of laughter, and I honestly felt better.

The fight wasn't long, it wasn't really much of an exercise, but… It was fun to clash against Pyrrha's skills with brute strength and come out to a draw on account of broken weapons.

Today was a good day.

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Honestly worried about how I protrayed Jaune and Pyrrha a bit... I kinda feel like I'm doing them way more OOC compared to the orginal seris then I wanted to, but we're rolling with it...

Anyways, constructive ciritisims is majourly welcome, if you're just going to eviscerate me without giving me anything that can help me Improve? Okay. Moving on~

Hope Y'all got a good day / night going!

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[Fou-san]

Now, It's all update and cross posted from SB/Webnovel...

Enjoy~