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Armageddon
(Oh hey look who's late to the non-existent party. Yeah I'm doing this mothafucker)
The ground was barren. All life removed, erased. As Salem stood holding all the relics as team RWBY and ORNJ watched on as the brother gods descended their horns twirling upwards the brother god of light looked around and seemed disappointed.
G. O. L: Ozma.. you had one mission. And again you fail.
G. O. D: this world is corrupt, impure, we must erase it.
Ruby: you can't do that!
The two brother gods looked at the group of mortals as the god of light just spoke coldly.
G. O. L: who are you to say we can not do what we desire with this repugnant world. Girl?
Ruby: because you haven't been here! You left this world unmanaged! You can't destroy it because the expected happened.
Yang: my sis is right, you can't just erase everything we have just because it's not to your liking, we are living beings, this is our home!
G. O. D: and what if we do? We'll just make another world.
Blake: you'll kill millions! Innocent humans and faunus! People who have done nothing wrong!
Weiss: this world isn't perfect, ofcourse it isn't, nothing can ever be perfect, everyone, everything, has scars, everything is imperfect. But that doesn't mean it should be destroyed!
The brothers just grumbled before suddenly what was team rwby were now ash, no flames, no screams, just reduced to ash.
Jaune: RUBY!
Ozcar: jaune!/arc! Don't!
Jaune unsheathed crocea mors and ran towards the brother gods his eyes flooding with tears.
Jaune: you killed my best friend! I'll-
In a matter of seconds jaune aswell was reduced to ashes as Ren, Nora and Oscar watched in sadness with Nora reaching for her weapon only for Ren to stop her.
Ren: Nora.. don't. You'll just end up like Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, and Jaune.
Nora just looked at him before just hugging him tightly.
Nora: this is it... This is how we all end... No heroic death no death by old age just.. this?
Ren: I'm afraid so...
The two held eachother close before they to were reduced to nothing but ashes as Oscar just looks on as Ozma spoke.
Ozma: I.. I failed them all... Every single one.
Oscar: Oz it isn't-
Ozma: i failed everyone...
And soon everything was gone. As the brothers now stood in- wait something was wrong... This place, it was different, it was a cold, empty, abyss.
Where were they?
The two large hands emerged, formed from 1's and 0's. As they grabbed the brother gods before a voice bellowed out.
"this world.. dying at such a young, young age.. the hopes of an ambitious deity.. turned fowl by a group of fools, such a cruel fate.. i shall not have it. Once more."
"WITH PASSION!"
This was supposed to be posted forever ago but I either noticed some details that I had to finish up for the pieces or I was just really tired after work and fell asleep before I could but here is team AACE from the wonderful fic “The Burning Rose” by Unknownking on ao3. It’s a very good retelling of rwby from the perspective of Cinder Fall, who is taken in by Summer Rose who is in training to become a huntress and the trials she has to face a,one the way both before and during her years at Beacon Academy.
This piece was so fun to do, there where definitely some challenges but it definitely helped push me as an artist. I included little Easter eggs to the original four trailers, with each piece having something in them that correlates to the original trailers and the original team rwby from the series.
I also higjly recommend that y’all read the fic that the fics are for, it’s a wonderful story and the author does such a good job with everything from characterization to world building and it’s all so good I cannot recommend this story enough.
Fanart I did for the story Beauty and The Beast hey sushi_Angel on ao3. It’s a really amazing slow burn for between Adam and Weiss that stars before canon and goes on throughout the series. I’ve provided a link if anyone wants to read it, which I recommend because it’s a wonderful story.
The drawing was based off the promo images for Beauty and the Beast but the title comes from a book that is referenced in the fic, meaning this is not an actual scene that happens in the story.
Me, every time there is a new song in the new rwby epsidoes: GODS I can't wait until the full song comes out and I can put it into my rwby fic about a character that can see the past, present and future with her semblance, and is also basically a dnd bard that sings all of the songs from the soundtrack.
I'm so glad I showed my sister rwby for the one main fact that I can now burst into her room at any time of day and dump whatever just happened in whatever fic I'm currently reading and she will listen with full enthusiasm
While working out yesterday I had the idea for a fic where instead of Pyrrha dying, she goes into this really suspicious coma, that leaves doctors puzzled (its magic dumdums) and this causes all the same mourning in rwby and jnr because she's basically dead? Like even the top scientist in atlas are like "lmao we don't know if she'll ever wake up, but she's still alive even when not on life support so... ???"
And the only scene that really changes is when the group is in Argus and instead of her memorial they go see her and its just as sad because she hasn't moved since the fall and like... its her! Shes there! but she really isn't. Shes gone, and not even Oz knows what magic has her under
But then after vol 9 rwbyj come back from the ever after and she's awake
I finished my old fanfic ( or at least I’m done with it) and I really want to write one about Ozpin from RWBY but everyone who fallows me probably will not vibe with it.
Should I just write a ozpin fic anyway ?
( I did it )
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25036462
I don’t know if my post is on tags but I don’t think it is. I made an Ozpin x reader fic !
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25036462
Check it out !
Chapter two is also now out!
“You have been in a constant cycle with Porffeser Ozpin since you two met, flirting, heartbreak, distance, missing one another, flirting. Threw all of the hardships you two have through lived together you have been pinning after each other, but he always stopped the relationship before it got too far. You have had enough, it’s time Oz tells you what this relationship really means to him. Little do you know how long he was been holding back the very words you year to hear.”
Yo, I made a new fanfic, it’s for a very different fandom but I hope anyone who wants to read it likes it! I think it’s pretty good.
Also my tagged stopped working so let’s see if this fixes it !
Sometimes Love Is a Long Time Coming (Oz x reader) Chapter Two
The next chapter of my fic is out, here is a little sibet to help the algorithm. The rest of it is at this link, please enjoy and let me know what you think!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25036462/chapters/60927640?view_adult=true
“I’ll show him, I know plenty well how to have fun,” the headmaster speaks in his smooth voice with a deep-set smile that only makes me laugh more.
“My dear, I’m afraid you would not know fun if it hit you in the face,” I break from my laughter to speak to see Oz step forward and playfully scowl down at me. I always forget how tall he is.
“Well what is that supposed to mean?” he speaks in a questioning tone as we begin to play this game together again. I take Ozpin’s arm and start off walking down the street with him, he leads the way to whatever preset destination he has chosen.
“How do I put this,” my hand rests on my chin “you are not the most spontaneous man, that’s not a bad thing though! You are reliable and accountable but you have patterns, I can normally predict what you will do next,” ‘except for last night’ my thoughts chime in.
“Oh yeah? What am I going to next if I’m so predictable,” Oz challenges me with a smirk, he’s such a little idiot sometimes. I look him right in the eye with a smile,
“You, my dearest Ozpin, are taking me to that fancy restaurant downtown because I always talk about how much I like their fancy fries because-” I start and am cut off by this sweetheart looking down to his feet and finishing my sentence.
“Because they put expensive mushrooms on potatoes and suddenly it’s fancy…”Oz speaks softly. It is so adorable that he remembers small stuff like that. I place and hand on his shoulder and rub it lightly (I was right his sweater is soo soft, I wanna rub my face on it) suddenly Ozpin looks down at me with resolve. “You want spontaneous I’ll give you spontaneous (y/n),” a smirk rises on his face and I feel my own go flush seeing his rise in confidence. The silver-haired man grabs my hand and we take off running in the opposite direction of the restaurant. I watch the way his hair moves in the wind and the way his feet kick up in the air while he runs. I can’t stop laughing, I had not expected him to do this, I have no clue what Oz is planning, maybe he is not planning at all. I guess tonight will be different.
Sometimes Love Is A Long Time Coming
Chapter 3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25036462/chapters/61499434#workskin
This chapter is very much so smût but also still got them feels and sweetness. Tumbler keeps hiding my posts so I hope y’all can see this cus it took forever. I am all about healthy sèx representation cus it’s meant to be fun and safe.
Please enjoy!
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: RWBY Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Tock/Original Male Character(s), Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Characters: Original RWBY Character(s), Original Faunus Characters (RWBY), Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Tock (RWBY), Cinder Fall, Amber (RWBY), Taiyang Xiao Long, Qrow Branwen, Raven Branwen, Ruby Rose (RWBY), Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Long, Canon-Typical Violence, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Character Development, Childhood Trauma, Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Blood and Violence, Alternate Timelines, Anti-Faunus Racism (RWBY), Faunus/Human Relationships (RWBY), Crimes & Criminals, Organized Crime, Tock Had A Kid Before She Got Herself Killed, Illustrations, Digital Art, Cover Art, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:
A crocodile smile is a dishonest smile. One that might be hiding lies, falsehoods, evil thoughts and dark intentions.
Grin, son of legendary bounty hunter and mercenary Tock, knows his fair share about what smiling like a crocodile entails. In more ways than one.
After all, a crocodile’s smile is all Grin has ever known.
What REALLY happened the night Beacon fell
The red of Adam's blade mirrored the fire around him in what used to be a grand hall. The flame swooned as the great sword whistled through the air. The heat intensified as Adam cleaved single-handed through the defense of the lone Huntsman, like the applause of a watching crowd. The search for sustenance paused as blood flowed free, and the scent of the roast showed the fire's pleasure at their champion's offering of death.
It is as it should be, Adam thought as he flicked the blood off his sword and watched the Huntsman, a tall male in a white uniform, burn. But when the flames, never satisfied, inched closer to Adam. He swept the flame back with a furious slash of his sword across the floor.
As if I would let you so much as touch me! Adam thought, be content with the scum, and know your place!
But as the fire's feast reached its climax, Adam saw the image of a woman. With the hair of the abyss, dressed in the fire's iridescence, and ambition's emptiness in gold for her eyes. A reminder. To feed the fire, or be consumed by it.
Know your place, Adam Taurus.
A presence. Familiar. A shadow turned to steel. This was followed by a slash from Adam's blind side to his left. As she was taught. A cut that would expose the throat of a lesser opponent when he flinches.
But Adam was a Faunus, and a Faunus does not flinch.
Like a bull, Adam turned his horns into the cut. The blade's tip whistled past his head and scraped a chip off the bull's horns peeking through his red hair. Adam's response came in wide and ended in a hug.
"Blake, thank the Gods you're here!"
The brief feeling of warmth. The sense of comfort from a good memory. It faded as all good memories do. In a cloud of black smoke, followed by reality crashing down on everything.
"What have you done?!"
Adam turned towards the voice. Towards Blake Belladonna, standing behind him with her blade pointed at the black breast of his suit. A little taller than Adam remembered. The raw edge of youth, rounded by a maturity which created the feeling of innocence tempered with a pearl of wisdom that Adam could not give.
"What we vowed to do, a long time ago." Adam said, "but none of that now, Blake. Please, I need your help."
The sound of debris being kicked across the flame-blackened floor mirrored the derision in Blake's voice.
"My help?!" Blake said, "You're a murderer, Taurus!"
Adam stepped forward. Blake retreated. The distance between the two was just a step, but to Adam, it felt like Blake was getting farther away.
"Humans are the murderers, Belladonna!" Adam said, " the blood of our brothers and sisters are on their hands!"
"Not on every human's hands!"
"And you're siding with those that watched, hands in their pockets, as our kin were slaughtered! If not by the sword, if not by the bullet, then by inaction and cowardice. Are they guiltless, then? Are their hands clean of our blood?!"
Blake advanced. But Adam's sword. Longer and steadier, knocked aside Blake's sword with a casual flick of his wrist. A warning. One did not see Adam's swordplay unless he let them.
"Our kin, our brothers and sisters, were murdered by humans," Adam said, "More will be murdered if you do not help me save them!"
Blake walked closer, and Adam lowered his blade so that he wouldn't mar the pale tapestry of Blake's skin with blood.
"You brought the Faunus here!" Blake said, "You put them in a fight they did not need to fight. Because of what you are doing," Blake placed her hand on Adam's sword, "Faunus are being shot, and stabbed, and hurt."
"It is not by choice that I'm here," Adam said while he pulled his hand away from Blake's, "But it is by choice that I'm speaking to you. The White Fang, your people, are under the control of someone evil. Someone I cannot name right now. I'm trapped, but you could reach out and get help. For the Faunus."
Blake's eyes were gold, just like the woman in the fire. But there was no emptiness there, just a brilliant belief that could never be shaken from what was right. But when Blake reached up to Adam's face, and Adam flinched away, that brilliance dimmed. As if a cloud had covered the sun, and denied Adam any hope from it.
"I won't fight you, Adam," Blake said, "but I won't help you. If you really think the Faunus need help, then surrender."
Blake turned away. But before she could leave, Adam's hand gripped Blake's arm.
"Belladonna! You can't turn your back on your own kind!"
Someone screamed. Incoherent. Furious. Adam pushed Blake aside as he turned towards the sound, leading with his blade. No one see's Adam's swordplay unless he lets them. Not even Adam himself, at times.
"Yang? YANG!"
Blake was running now. Running toward a tangled mess of gold hair and limbs, out of which a mangled bloody arm Blake grasped in her hands as she started to sob. Another human had fallen to Adam's blade, but what was the point?
With a growl, Adam stabbed his sword into the closest fire before he tore the huge black bow from Blake's hair. As black as the woman in the fire's, but it was the black the twilight instead of the depths of oblivion. Dragging his sword from the flames, Adam then kicked Blake away and shoved the gleaming blade onto the cuts on this 'Yang's arm.
Once again there was the scent of searing flesh. Nauseating and oily. But as Adam tied Blake's bow around the cauterized wounds, Adam felt like he had taken a step somewhere. He was not sure where, but when Blake's terror gave way to relief when she saw the bandaged wounds, Adam was certain that Blake was the only one who could help him.
"Adam," Blake said as he turned to leave, "why?"
Adam didn't look back as he said.
"I brought this to you, Blake. My hands are not clean."
Clover x Harriet: Why Clover wanted Harriet to wear a dress
The waitress was told that it was going to be a quiet party. Celebrating the promotion of the eldest Schnee to aide-de-camp of the famed General James Ironwood, commander of Atlas's Military and Huntsmen divisions. But the waitress was not surprised when a tray of glasses that could douse a city-block fire was dumped unceremoniously into her hands. She only wondered why the flat pumps her uniform provided didn't give way earlier in the night.
"Hey, there!" A man said as he wrapped his arms around a petite, firm waist, "the 67' Schnee-Slopes isn't the best in the cellar. But it's still too good for the carpet."
The voice was like a soufflé. Light and sweet. But the joke was wrapped around a steel core of concern for another person's well-being. The voice belonged to the tallest man the waitress had ever seen. While the strength that held the girl steady as she regained her balance was what she imagined Atlas's strongest Huntsman possessed. No ordinary man could have arms that were at once so firm, yet so gentle as they lifted the waitress back to her feet.
"Thank you, Mr. Ebi," the Waitress seemed to say with her curtsey, and the curious expression on her cupid-smooth face, "a drink?"
Green eyes, emeralds actually, twinkled briefly beneath the crystal of the chandelier lights. The soufflé-voice, undisturbed, confident, charming. Cut through the chatter of the room. It was the only voice the waitress could hear as the Huntsman said.
"Thank you! But I don't drink. Please, take care of yourself."
Clover Ebi watched as the Waitress wobbled away with her precariously balanced tray. He didn't worry too much. That tray will be empty in minutes. Still, though, Clover had never seen anyone else who had eyes that were green in Atlas before. Besides, wasn't that girl a little too young to be a waitress?
"Honored guests! Allow me to announce; Ms. Harriet Bree!"
Oh good! Clover thought as he slipped through the crowd toward the announcer's voice, so she decided to come.
Jacques Schnee, the host of this 'quiet gathering,' had many ballrooms. All in one mansion too. But this room was Jacques's best. Longer than it was wide, decorated with comfortable carpets and warm reds. Cozy warmth that was broken by the clear light of white, crystal chandeliers. It was a blatant contrast to the generally accepted, stylistic tastes of the rest of Atlas; pure white and steel grey. Reflecting the austere discipline that helped the Kingdom thrive in the first days of its founding.
At the head of this long room was a grand staircase, and halfway down the steps stood Harriet Bree; one of Atlas's five strongest Huntsmen, Clover's second-in-command out on the field, and utterly gobsmacked at the attention directed toward her from the assembled guests.
"Harriet!" Clover said, "over here!"
Grateful relief showed itself on Harriet's face, each feature set close enough to recreate a strikingly attractive representation of a rabbit. A representation emphasized by the short mohawk splitting the center of her dark, close-shaved scalp and terminating at two forelocks of blonde hair. Styled upward to look like a pair of rabbit's ears.
"Sir!" Harriet said, "thank heavens you're here!"
Clover laughed as he looped his arm through Harriet's and led her away from the staircase.
"At ease, Ms. Bree. This is a party, not a military parade. Relax, and that's an order."
Harriet's light-purple eyes glanced up toward Clover's. She then said.
"Very funny, Sir. But forgive me if I don't actually laugh. I just … look hideous in this thing!"
In response, Clover stopped, placed his broad hands atop Harriet's shoulders, and spun her around so that her gown could face his appraising eye, and broad lips pursed in deep consideration. It was an ankle-length, sleek, and glossy black piece Clover had tailored for Harriet. Emphasizing Harriet's hips and legs while complementing her slender chest and bare shoulders. Which were so deeply woven with bands of muscle that they resembled armor formed from the sinews of training and a life of combat.
However, Clover could also see that Harriet's youth softened the edge of her Huntsman's life. She was still a beautiful woman, and she shouldn't let combat take away that beauty before she had a chance to enjoy it.
In any case, Clover smiled and said.
"You're right. I should have had the tailor shorten the skirt to knee length .."
Harriet blushed and shrugged Clover's hands off her shoulders as she said.
"Steady on, Sir! This thing is mortifying enough as it is! I still have no idea why I had to be here."
Clover's reply was to look over Harriet's shoulder. Directing the younger Huntress's attention behind her as Marrow Amin cut in through the crowd and said.
"Harriet! I mean, Ms. Bree! I mean, Ma'am!" Marrow said as the tail of a hound, wagging visibly behind a casual reflection of Clover's tuxedo, intensified in its wagging in time with the younger Faunus's growing excitement, "I thought you'd never come! The rest of the team is waiting for you! We've got drinks and everything!"
Clover stepped smartly back as Marrow bundled Harriet off to enjoy a well-deserved night off with her colleagues. Smiling at the helpless grin that had split Harriet's face as she was dragged off beneath the undercurrent of Marrow's intense enthusiasm. But before Clover could follow his Scroll, a comms gear issued to all Atlesian Huntsmen, began to beep in his jacket's pocket.
"Clover here," he said with the Scroll pressed up against his ear as he pushed through the crowd, looking for a quieter place, "Penny's calling for backup? The Black Wings of Mistral?! I'm on my way."
With a swift slash of his arm, Clover tore his tuxedo free from his shoulders. Revealing his Ace-Ops combat uniform beneath the formal wear. Dropping the remains of the tuxedo on a passing, empty tray, Clover Ebi mounted the staircase and slipped quietly out the ballroom.
"Activate the Ace-Ops?" Clover said, "no need. It's their night-off. Besides, I think I can handle Remnant's third deadliest assassin on my own."
Penny Polendina vs The Black Wings of Mistral
"Sal-u-tations! Welcome, dear guests! Please enjoy tonight's festivities!"
Penny Poledina wasn't bored. She wasn't sure if such emotion was programmed into her in the first place. But even if they were, there was no way Penny could be bored greeting all these new people, taking pictures with the children, and assuring the citizens of Atlas that as the Kingdom's duly appointed protector Penny will always be combat-ready for any threat the Kingdom might face.
"Miss Poledina, you can take a break if you want. We'll watch the doors for a while."
Flashing a brief smile at the soldier, Penny zipped off deeper into the magnificent mansion that was hired for tonight's event. Her long ginger hair turned into an orange arrow as Penny zipped through the halls. The guests, dressed in various shades of finery and immaculately accessorized, parted politely to allow the girl to pass with brief cheers and grateful greetings. So it was that within minutes, Penny found herself in the building's main ballroom.
Her mind and feet wandered through the music, the dancing, and the cheer of the guests. Penny abruptly found herself staring at the centerpiece of tonight's function. A skillfully cast, bronze image of a kindly old man in a wheelchair. A memorial for the greatest scientist in the Kingdom of Atlas.
"Father," Penny wistfully sighed as she traced her green-gloved fingers over the plaque set into the base of the memorial. A pithy platitude that was wholly insufficient to express what she felt about the man who brought her life, before leaving her alone in the world with nothing but questions, and too few people she'd trust enough to ask.
"I wish we could have spoken more." Penny finally said as she touched her fingers to her lips and pressed them to the statue's cheek. Then, with a wry smile across her freckled cheeks, she turned away to allow other people to pay their respects, and while stepping through the ballroom to resume her duties as a greeter, her eyes caught sight of a familiar face drifting unobtrusively through the crowd.
Tapping quickly at her wrist, Penny pulled up the database on her internal hard drive and zoomed in on the list of wanted criminals currently active in Atlas. Something deep in her circuits drove her to scan the names listed under 'Assassins' and she gasped when the facial scan found a match.
Wilson Pink. The Black Wings of Mistral. Remnant's Third Deadliest Assassin, and the world's most dangerous martial artist. A handsome stranger whose cheeks were bulging with Mantlian Spring rolls while bright pink eyes stared merrily at the decorations and festivities surrounding him. Looking for all the world like a child at a toy store.
Penny panicked. Her first instinct was to confront and arrest this dangerous monster before he harmed anyone in this building. Her second instinct was to call for reinforcements, then apprehend this dangerous monster before he harmed anyone in this building. However, both ideas were dashed when she looked away for a brief instant to find a soldier to report her sighting, and at that moment Wilson had disappeared.
Now her combat programming and training kicked in. Heeding the directives, Penny slowly paced backward to put her blindspot against a wall. She then cycled through each vision mode her wide green eyes currently possessed and scanned the ballroom. Forcing herself to work through her frantic motherboard so that she would not miss any minute sign of the Assassin's presence to and from the ballroom.
Presently, her experimental heat vision noticed an anomaly in the room. Namely, an absence of heat that trailed across the dance floor, past her father's memorial, and up the main stairway to the second floor. Without hesitation, Penny dashed off in pursuit of the trail. Grav-Servos built into her long boots propelled her quickly up the stairs, while internal sensors kept her from crashing into anything as she blitzed after Wilson.
Those same sensors picked up the sound of efficient violence three sharp corners in and half-a-dozen corridors later. There were no shouts or screams. Just a sudden gasp cut off by bones snapping and bodies dropping. Even with an extra spurt of speed Penny was only fast enough to catch a glimpse of a pair of black wings billowing outward as Napier swooped down and plunged his fingers through a woman's skull once the girl turned the final corner.
"No!"
Without turning, Napier slowly set his victim onto the floor before pulling his fingers out of what remained on the woman's face. Penny noted that the killer was unarmed when he stood up and chuckled while wiping the blood off his gloves.
"Well, well! The robot with a soul."
Penny braced herself and raised her hands. Within seconds, an arsenal of swords suspended on invisible wires blinked menacingly at Napier as Penny spat.
"Soulless Beast! Surrender now! By the authority of the Atlesian Council, you are under arrest for murder!"
Napier's face adopted an expression of mock surprise as he placed a finger to his silky-soft lips and mused.
"Under arrest for murder? Is it murder when Atlas executes criminals? No! That is justice, and believe me; this woman is far worse than even that kind of criminal."
Penny mirrored Wilson's movement across the hallway. Ensuring that the assassin could not slip past her by design or accident. The android then snarled levelly as the blades danced around her, minutely responsive to every twitch of her fingers and wave of her hands.
"Stay where you are! Or I will attack!"
Now Wilson paced the width of the hallway like a caged tiger. His black coat swirled at his feet, a nest of black vipers that reflected the poison dripping from his lips.
"Why are you so snappy at me? This woman murdered the scientist that the memorial downstairs is being held for. She is the one who had the gall to show her face here before the man she killed. I'm just exacting justice this bitch is long overdue for."
Wilson's words drove through Penny's miniature power generator and for a second the sinuous movements of her blades turned clumsy as the android's eyes darted towards the body behind Wilson. She quickly recognized the only intact part of the woman that was left, a hand with a wedding ring that had given Penny her face and helped her off the workbench when she was first brought to life. The same hands that held hers when Penny first learned to walk, and the hands that read her bedtime stories as her internal processors were being adjusted.
That woman had been a mother to Penny. This woman whom Penny did not know the name of was her father's killer.
"How? How could you know this?"
Now it was Wilson's turn to stop as the smug confidence on his face disappeared. Replaced by regret and a hint of wistful sadness as he calmly answered.
"I was the assassin she hired for the job."
Now, Penny was simply stunned. So Wilson continued.
"His name was Pietro. He wasn't my first kill, but he was my first formal assignment. I was told by my client that Pietro was building some kind of superweapon. A weapon he intended to unleash on innocent people in service of the Atlesian Military under General Ironwood's orders. The lien cleared my account so I took the job. Even then, I was totally ripped off."
An innocent man. Penny's father. Killed by a boy because of a lie and for profit. The concept boggled her; how could anyone be so callous? Was human life so worthless? What made Wilson happily accept this assignment on someone Penny knew would never have hurt a fly?
"Honestly? I thought it would be a challenge. My skill against a superweapon. Also, the idea that some prick like Ironwood could have all that power over others just rubs me off the wrong way. It is an insult to the spirit of battle."
Abruptly, Wilson sighed and stretched.
"However, it was all a lie; Pietro was just some guy who tinkered with toys. Who wanted to build something that would better Atlas. He wanted to build you, and he did good work. He would be very proud of you. In any case by the time I knew, things had gone too far, and this slut was too well-protected for me to get to. So I waited. Until today."
Penny rocked a step back as she processed Wilson's words. A woman who had cared for Penny like a daughter was the one who had her father killed. Meanwhile, a heartless serial killer had taken the time to avenge her father's death and affirmed her father's life's work. How could someone who was so kind to her commit such evil? How could a Murderer be so honorable? The conflict proved too much for the android, and she suddenly burst out laughing at the incongruity of it all.
Wilson looked slightly worried, but the act of laughter seemed to reboot Penny's processors. She then looked at Wilson and asked.
"A good person is responsible for evil, while a murderer is a man capable of great good. How do you reconcile this irony? Make sense of this paradox without losing your mind?"
Wilson thought for a moment before he answered.
"Honestly? I let the fight decide. The one left standing is usually the winner. Because he is alive and able to defend his position."
Penny considered Wilson's answer. After a moment of silence, Penny raised her hands and set her blades to attack position.
"That is an unacceptable proposition; As you have stated earlier, my father was a good man, and as I was brought to life by his hands it is only logical that I too must be 'good'. Despite your actions, I am here. I am alive. Therefore good will overcome evil. Through me, my father's ideals live on; that in the end good will always win through no matter what evil is used to justify any actions taken against it."
Wilson smirked.
"So in the end, it comes down to a fight. Whoever is left standing is right."
"No, Wilson. I'm not fighting you, I am asserting the truth of the world; Good will always triumph over evil."
Wilson laughed. Short, sharp, and deadly as his coattails billowed back and the assassin settled into a stance.
"It seems I would finally get a fight worth the fighting. So then robot with a soul, are you ready?"
"Nope!" Penny said as her grav-servos lifted her off the carpet like an avenging angel glowing neon green.
"I am Combat-Ready!"
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Taurus-Khan; the Warrior
“Taurus-Khan,” Fennec Albain said as he stopped a few paces behind the Khan, the Warlord of the Faunus tribes, “Taurus-Khan, the Elders of the Tribes await your permission to behold their new Leader.”
Adam Taurus-Khan did not turn around as he said.
“Wait ten minutes, then show the Elders in.”
Fennec had half-turned when Adam said.
“Show the Elders in accordance with the rites. As befits a war council.”
Fennec’s ears, tall and pointed like a Fox on the hunt, twitched slightly as he nodded in response to Adam’s commands. The tail of a red cloak was briefly glimpsed before it followed Fennec out the flaps of the tent, and Adam was left alone in his command tent to ponder the massive map laid out before him. An expanse of marked canvas laid out with huge pins against a board that dominated a wall of Adam’s tent.
The Map detailed Adam’s future, and marked out the path Adam had taken that led up to this moment. A path that Adam considered now, before he faced what fate had in store for him.
***
The coup was flawless. Those who Fennec failed to convert were dispatched by Adam’s loyalists before Adam had arrived to take command. Adam himself entered the Khan’s palace and faced the last of the Khan’s old guards. A dozen hallways Adam filled with blood, more drops to the bucket, more marks on the tally against Adam’s soul.
The last of the Khan’s guards were the best Adam had faced.
Adam’s blade tore out the belly of the first guard in exchange for one of the horns which poked through Adam’s mane of blood-red hair.
The second guard managed to trade two blows and survived that first exchange. Adam then broke that guard’s nose with a vicious headbutt. The guard managed to block Adam’s blade despite the damage and was able to endure the second swing. Adam’s third swing buried his blade in the guard’s shoulder and before the guard could pull a dagger, Adam had dragged his blade across the guard’s throat.
It was a movement so rough that the guard’s head barely stayed attached to its neck. It was a movement so fast that Adam had reached the end of the hallway before the guard’s blood could splash across his black suit.
“The Khan is alone, the day is ours Taurus-Khan.”
Adam turned to stare at the hazy blur crouched on a beam in the hallway’s ceiling. Disapproval was clear in his gaze despite the blank mask that covered the upper half of Adam’s face. At length, Adam turned away, and pushed through the double doors that blocked his path at the end of the hall.
The doors led to a room so sparsely furnished it made the space feel oppressive. Red banners which bore the symbol of the Khan, a red Panther’s head on three red stripes against a white background, were the only decorations in the room. Arranged to draw an intruder’s attention to the throne at the room’s head, which was a heavy couch draped in the skin of a Tiger, a divine animal revered by Adam’s people.
The throne was set on a three-step platform marked at the corners with plain torches. It's only occupant was a woman whose gold, feline eyes watched Adam impassively as he approached the throne with a naked blade.
“The title of ‘Khan’ would bring you nothing worth the blood you have shed,” the woman said as she stepped off the platform to meet Adam, “neither would it justify the war you had started at Beacon Academy with the Humans.”
Adam stopped as the woman got into the range of his blade which was held easily at Adam’s side. Adam then said.
“Sienna-Khan. We justified war with the Humans when they broke their promises, and took wrongfully from our people. Victory would be worth the bloodshed. The title of ‘Khan’ would be my tribute to the example you have set for the White Fang.”
The train of Sienna Khan’s cape rustled across the varnished wooden floor as she folded her arms and said.
“And what example might that be?”
Adam gently raised the tip of his blade and said.
“Strength. Strength and unwavering conviction. You have shown us that Humans only listen when they feel our strength. I will make the lesson permanent, just as you wished.”
“I wished for Humanity to fear the Faunus, to know that we demand respect,” Sienna said, unconcerned with Adam’s blade poised for a Viper’s strike, “but what respect can we earn when we strike from the shadows, with the strength of other Humans instead of our own?”
“It is strength nevertheless,” Adam said with a shrug of his shoulders, “I relish the challenge if there is a better way, a stronger way. Until then, I will fight with everything I have, and with every weapon I can use. That is my strength.”
Sienna-Khan stiffened as she prepared to rebuke Adam further. However, the tone in Adam’s voice made her pause for a moment as she considered what she knew about Adam Taurus. The tip of the White Fang she had raised since birth, whose training she had carefully overseen, save for one indulgence which Sienna had allowed Adam to have for his own.
“You believe Blake will become strong enough?”
Adam’s blade flashed once, and as he pushed through the double doors to let his Loyalists clean up the mess, Adam said.
“I will make sure of it.”
***
The Elders of Adam’s people did not know what to make of the young Khan, but they ignored the insolent manner with which he lounged across the Khan’s throne, and across the table each Elder made their reports on various matters.
Finally, one of the braver amongst the Elders stood and said.
“The Humans seek a response, Taurus-Khan. For your actions at Beacon Academy, for the deaths the White Fang has inflicted under the leadership of your predecessor, and for the deaths that may come as a result of the chaos you have started.”
When Adam, his elbow on an armrest and his chin in his hand, did not reply. The Elder pressed further and said.
“Taurus-Khan, how would you have us respond?”
“War.”
The Elder flinched and sat as Adam stood at the head of the Council table.
“The language of our People is older than the age of Humans. Yet somehow, Humanity’s stubbornness has exhausted the million words we have for ‘peace’.”
Adam removed his mask, basked in the fear of the Elders at his naked face, and said.
“Now we respond with Steel and with Fang. Now we respond with one word; War.”
Adam then replaced his mask and left the tent. In his wake the Elders whispered.
Taurus-Khan the Warrior.
What REALLY happened the night Beacon fell
Summary: The true account of what transpired between Adam and Blake, that night during the Fall of Beacon. Why Adam met Blake, and how Adam took Yang's arm.
Pairings: Adam Taurus x Blake Belladonna
Warnings: Pro Adam Au. Noble Adam. Death.
The red of Adam's blade mirrored the flame feasting around him on what used to be a grandly furnished hall. The flame swooned as the great sword whistled through the air. The heat intensified as Adam cleaved single-handed through the defense of the lone Huntsman, like the damning applause of an audience to a slaughter. The flame's hunger was paused, sated briefly, as blood flowed free and the scent of the roast being the flame's pleasure at their champion's offering of death.
It is as it should be, Adam thought as he flicked the blood off his sword and watched the Huntsman, a tall male in a white uniform, burn. But when the flames, never satisfied, inched closer to Adam. He swept the flame back with a furious slash of his sword across the floor.
As if I would let you so much as touch me! Adam thought, be content with the scum, and know your place!
But as the fire's feast reached his climax, Adam saw the image of a woman. With the hair of the abyss, dressed in the fire's iridescence, and ambition's emptiness in gold for her eyes. A reminder. To feed the fire, or be consumed by it.
Know your place, Adam Taurus.
A presence. Familiar. A shadow turned to steel. Followed by a slash from Adam's blind side to his left. As she was taught. A cut that would have drawn the rich blood from the throat of a lesser opponent when he flinches.
But Adam was a Faunus, and Faunus do not flinch.
Like a bull Adam turned his horns into the cut. The blade's tip whistled past his head and scraped a chip off the bull's horns peeking through his red hair. Adam's response came in wide and ended in a hug.
"Blake! Thank the Gods you're here!"
The brief feeling of warmth. The sense of comfort from a good memory. It faded as all good memories do. In a cloud of black smoke, followed by reality crashing down on everything.
"What have you done?!"
Adam turned towards the voice. Towards Blake Belladonna, standing behind him with her blade pointed at the back of his suit. A little taller then Adam remembered. The raw edge of youth rounded by a maturity which created the feeling of innocence, tempered with a wisdom that Adam could not give.
"What we vowed to do, a long time ago." Adam said, "but none of that now, Blake. Please, I need your help."
The sound of debris being kicked across the flame-blackened floor mirrored the derision in Blake's voice.
"My help?!" Blake said, "You're a murderer, Taurus!"
Adam stepped forward. Blake retreated. The distance between the two was just a step, but to Adam, it felt like Blake was getting farther away.
"Humans are the murderers, Belladonna!" Adam said, " the blood of our brothers and sisters are on their hands!"
"Not on every human's hands!"
"And you're siding with those that watched, hands in their pockets, as our kin were slaughtered! If not by the sword, if not by the bullet, then by inaction and cowardice. Are they guiltless, then? Are their hands clean of our blood?!"
Blake advanced. But Adam's sword. Longer and steadier, knocked aside Blake's sword with a casual flick of his wrist. A warning. One did not see Adam's blade when it strikes. Unless Adam allows it.
"Our kin, our brothers and sisters, were murdered by humans," Adam said, "More will be murdered if you do not help me save them!"
Blake walked closer, and Adam lowered his blade so that he wouldn't mar the pale tapestry of Blake's skin with blood.
"You brought the Faunus here!" Blake said, "You put them in a fight they did not need to fight. Because of what you are doing," Blake placed her hand on Adam's sword, "Faunus are being shot. Stabbed. Hurt."
"It is not by choice that I'm here," Adam said while he drew his blade away from Blake's hand, "But it is by choice that I'm speaking to you. The White Fang, your people, are under the control of someone evil. Someone I cannot name right now. I'm trapped, but you could reach out and get help. For the Faunus."
Blake's eyes were gold, just like the woman in the fire, but there was no emptiness there. There was instead a brilliant belief that could never be shaken from what was right. However, when Blake reached up to touch Adam's cheek and Adam flinched away, that brilliance dimmed. As if a cloud had covered the sun, and denied Adam any of the sunlight he needed in this darkness around him.
"I won't fight you, Adam," Blake said, "but I won't help you. If you really think the Faunus need help then surrender and stop this madness."
Blake turned away. But before she could leave, Adam's hand grabbed Blake's arm.
"Belladonna! You can't turn your back on your own kind!"
Someone screamed. Incoherent. Furious. Adam pushed Blake aside as he turned towards the sound with his blade in the lead.
Sometimes no one, not even Adam himself, is allowed to see his blade strike.
"Yang? YANG!"
Blake was running now. Running toward a tangled mess of gold hair and limbs, out of which a mangled bloody arm Blake grasped in her hands as she started to sob. Another human had fallen to Adam's blade, but what was the point?
With a growl, Adam stabbed his sword into the closest fire before he tore the huge black bow from Blake's hair. As black as the woman in the fire's, but it was the black the twilight instead of the depths of oblivion. Dragging his sword from the flames, Adam then kicked Blake away and shoved the gleaming blade onto the cuts on this 'Yang's' arm.
Once again there was the scent of searing flesh. Nauseating and oily. But as Adam tied Blake's bow around the cauterized wounds, Adam felt like he had taken a step somewhere. He was not sure where, but when Blake's terror gave way to relief when she saw the bandaged wounds, Adam was certain that Blake was the only one who could help him.
"Adam," Blake said as he turned to leave, "why?"
Adam didn't look back as he said.
"I brought this to you, Blake. My hands are not clean."
Now there are two of them!
"General," Amonico Glass said as he leaned forward and placed his corpulent elbows on the table, "the Audit you are asking for is inconceivable. The overtime alone I would have to authorize would be downright criminal! What you want from my company is out of the board's range!"
Through the holoimage, General James Ironwood leaned back in his chair and said.
"Not ... for a Schnee."
Two figures flickered into view behind Ironwood. Behind Ironwood Weiss Schnee, dressed in a white blouse with its sleeves rolled up her forearms and buttons loose at her throat and chest, placed a hand on Ironwood's left shoulder and struck Amonico a glare over her thin, wire-rimmed glasses.
Whitley Schnee, his plain white business suit making the young man sharper than his age would imply, hovered by Ironwood's right shoulder and stared sharply at his older sister's intimacy with Ironwood while Ironwood said.
"May I present my auditors, Weiss and Whitley Schnee, they will audit your firm's sheets."
The holoimage then faded out and shut off.
Across from Amonico, Bram Thornmane smashed a white-gloved fist onto the table and said.
"This is getting out of hand! Now there are two of them!"
Amonico sighed and fell back against his chair, he then took off his glasses and polished them before he said.
"Jacques should not have agreed to that arrangement."
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: RWBY Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Penny Polendina & Pietro Polendina Characters: Original RWBY Character(s), Penny Polendina, Pietro Polendina Additional Tags: Family, Family Drama, Action, Martial Arts Summary:
When Remnant's third deadliest assassin intrudes on a party, it is up to Penny to stop him.