A place for various RWBY AU's that aren't my main one, we'll see what gets posted when, I guess. :D
Hope anyone who finds this enjoys and, well, happy reading.
For day 6 of the @remnants-of-rwby-events I went for prose again. Unfortunately, this turned out to be rather over the Tumblr character limit, so you don't get the long form of this one.
@emmy-way hope you enjoy this, too!
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Written for day three of the @remnants-of-rwby-events Vytal festival. :D
Original characters let me introduce Nicky Schnee to the equation. Tip's older brother and very dead in the original deaged Oz AU.
But not, necessarily, here...
@emmy-way The very first shot in a new AU of the Tipverse, hope you enjoy. :D
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Plain Text:
“Say hello to mommy for me, Schnee brat!” The rough man snarled into Nicky’s face. The boy was pale but his eyes were hard blue pools as he waited for whatever was going to come next. There was no escaping it, for all that it wasn’t fair. He was only fifteen, surely if they had a real problem with his family, then they could take it to his father? Although by the same token, maybe they’d been scared to. Papa was strong, respected… there would have been a great many others standing between him and any threats. How had he gotten separated from the others, though? They’d been right there… right up until they hadn’t. He’d thought they were his friends, though. At least that they’d care if anything happened to him. Did it matter, now though? They weren’t here, could no more protect him than Nicky himself could the baby brother that he’d lost. If he was to die here, protesting against the wrongs that Atlas had committed over the decades, then at least he knew that his father would be proud of him. Wherever he was, maybe Winter would be, too? He thought of his brave, sweet baby brother and closed his eyes, just as the axe fell. Even for Mantle… today was cold.
It was a sunny day in Vale. The sun sent shafts of light into Beacon and Ozpin couldn’t help but smile. He had a lot of paperwork to do, but that was par for the course. Though he was far from the only councilman of Vale, the duties tended to pile up on him rather. But then, they always had. That was fair, everybody else was busy with their own lives. Here, safe in his tower, looking out over the grounds where his students were busy learning how to be the very best people they could be? The best hunters, the best protectors… hopefully the best versions of themselves? Well, it was quite obvious that he might have rather more time on his hands to do both his job and theirs. They had families, lives outside of the roles they played. He couldn’t dare do the same, considering the risks that posed to those around him.
Oh, if he could, then he would. His fiancée had told him several times that, between them, they could protect any child that might result from their love. Part of him wanted that, he could almost picture a little girl with his hair and his love’s eyes… or a little boy, dark haired and red eyed and just as fierce as Qrow ever was. It was just a dream, though, any child he had would be targeted by those that stood against him. He sighed to himself, regretting again that his circumstances dictated that he could never really have a life of his own. Qrow understood, his friends understood… but the idea of a life that was his to love, his to protect? Oh, he adored his students, would do anything for them. But they had families, had lives of their own. Had other people to care, to delight in their accomplishments and commiserate in their failures. He was just their headmaster, that would never truly be his place. He liked to think that there were exceptions to that rule, but still. he had his regrets.
The teenager’s eyes shot open, registering vaguely that he was a lot warmer that he had been a minute ago. He couldn’t see the man with the axe, couldn’t recognise anything around him. Wherever he was, he was pretty certain that he wasn’t in Mantle anymore. Why wouldn’t he be in Mantle? Surely, if it was somehow his semblance awakening then it should have matched his sister’s, his father’s? Not be some sort of teleportation, for all he was incredibly relieved that he wasn’t actually dead. Why here, though? Wherever here actually was. It was far too warm for Atlas, so maybe he was in Mistral? Vale? There wasn’t enough sand for Vacuo, and he’d heard stories about that kingdom that the frankly breath-taking architecture he was surrounded with didn’t fit into. He felt like he was in a palace, or maybe some sort of museum, but wherever this was felt far more vibrant, more vitally alive than anything he’d ever known. Maybe he could stay here for a day or two, before he went home again? Or maybe he was dreaming, was this some vision before death took him? He closed his eyes again, praying that, wherever this was, it might actually be real.
Coco groaned to herself, too quiet to be heard by the others. Oh, she’d always adored Velvet, her bunny, her other half, but if Fox refused to shut up then she might just strangle him. Oh, the boy was okay as a general rule, but there were times when she loathed the fact that teams, here at Beacon, were at least four years long. She thought that they’d probably get on well enough to last long term, but only if Fox could realise just how far he went at times. It wasn’t even like she disagreed with him, but still… those views were a little extreme, even for their team. But then, considering the news out of Atlas, at just what Jacques Schnee had managed to pull this time, well… it was understandable. Less understandable was Velvet, who, while white lipped and obviously furious at the injustice had yet to give her own opinion. She worried, there… the few times her love had ever outright exploded had never been good for any of them. She might burn slowly, but when she did… well, get out of the way. Coco smirked to herself briefly at the thought of just how far Jacques might run, if faced with Velvet. Of everybody on Remnant, he might deserve it the most.
She blinked, staring at the sight before her, shook her head, looked again. She heard her team muttering around her, obviously just as shocked as she was. There was a boy, kneeling there in the grass, silver hair glinting in the sunlight. His eyes were closed, but she didn’t recognise him, which, had he been a student, she would have done. She wasn’t really flattering herself that she knew every student that set foot here. Her love was gossip, well, the one that wasn’t her girlfriend. If there’d been a new student, then she would surely have heard something by now?
The fashion conscious part of her mind was fixed on the fact that his clothing, while expertly tailored, was at least fifteen years out of fashion. That made no sense from the quality of the materials involved, surely if someone was to spend that much on crimson velvet and good leather, their tastes should be better than that? Whoever it was didn’t seem to have noticed them yet, eyes still closed, so she took the time to really study him. Pale skinned, with shoulder length silver hair with a slight wave at the ends. There was something almost familiar about that hair, though she didn’t dwell on it. Rich, expensive clothing done in a style that was almost as old as she was, if not slightly older. A teenager, though he looked fractionally too young to be a student. Just what was going on? If he was, as she was starting to think that he was, some sort of intruder, then someone needed to tell the teachers. Tell Ozpin at least. If, of course, their strangely eldritch headmaster didn’t already know of their guest. She cleared her throat pointedly, ignoring the reactions of her team for now. The boy flinched, them looked up. His eyes were very blue, yet, just as his hair was, that tugged at something in her memory. There was something that she wasn’t seeing, and Coco hated that thought. She was the gossip queen, after all Surely whatever it was should be obvious?
Nicky flinched, his eyes shooting open at the sudden sound. He couldn’t help but stare at the quartet opposite. They were all dressed in some sort of school uniform that he wasn’t sure that he recognised, but the more pressing thing was that one of them appeared to actually be a rabbit faunus! She didn’t even hide it, was that normal here? But it couldn’t be, society couldn’t be that different from kingdom to kingdom, surely? But if she was as she seemed to be… then where was he?
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