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…