>>2233619
>A. Demand to be let go.
>B. Insure him that you’re resistant to torture

>>2233619
>B
Off to a roaring good start.

>>2233619
>>B. Insure him that you’re resistant to torture.

>>2233619
>A
>B

>>2233619
>>B. Insure him that you’re resistant to torture.
>>C. Warn him your friends will find you

>>2233619
>>A. Demand to be let go.
>>B. Insure him that you’re resistant to torture.

>>2233619
>B. Insure him that you’re resistant to torture.

>>2233619
>>B. Insure him that you’re resistant to torture.

>>2233619
>B
Also
>D spit on him

>>2233705
Yeah this is fair, not like we probably aren't going to do worse when he sticks us with that needle and The Darkness takes over.

>>2233619
“You think that scares me?” You growl, wincing as Neo jerks your head again.
“Icarus trained us to resist torture, I can sit here all day and by the time you get me to crack we’ll be busted out and you’ll be in chains.” You insist but Torchwick ignores you, his hand spreading the skin around your neck taught before plunging the needle into your neck. Your hands clench as you feel the fluid force itself into your veins, all the while Torchwick is just looking down at you like that cat that got the canary.
“Oh kid, I’m not trying to torture you! Like I said it’s time to take your medicine, and let’s just say a friend of mine told me this would cure you of your biggest problem.” He insists, kicking you in the chest and forcing you into your chair.
“And what’s that?” You groan out, a burning ache starting to spread from where he had injected you, like a wave of burning warmth.
He simply gives you a grin as you gasp and jerk forward. Looking down you see the bloodied point of a blade sticking out of your chest, before your view is obstructed by the grinning face of Neo. You struggle as your heart continues to beat, the uncontrolled muscles sending waves of anguish through your chest as you see your clothes start to darken.
‘This can’t be it, no! No! NO!’ you mentally cry as you feel the blade slowly leave your breast, the wash of warmth now dancing down your back as well. However you notice something that begins to scare you. As the fluid begins to drip against your bare flesh you notice it isn’t the dark red of blood but a deep, inky black.
And it’s starting to move UP.
“Oh ho! What do you know she was right!” Torchwick cheers, watching the display just as you do, the smirk still plastered on his face. With a wave of his hand you feel your arms go slack as the mute goes about undoing your manacles.
Immediately you surge to your feet and attempt to attack the man but slip on the fluid that now pooled at your feet. The moment you touch it it starts to cling to you, like a warm jelly crawling up your clothes and sticking to your skin. Pushing your hands into it you look down and see something that freezes you in horror. Your hands are no longer the dull metallic or even false latex, but claws.
Grimm Claws.
>What do you do?
>A. It doesn’t matter what you are, Torchwick will pay; Even if its your last breath!
>B. It can’t be, it can’t be over. Not like this!
>C. Surrender to your fate.

>>2233890
>A

>>2233890
>A. It doesn’t matter what you are, Torchwick will pay; Even if its your last breath!

>>2233890
>>A. It doesn’t matter what you are, Torchwick will pay; Even if its your last breath!

Welp time to Initiate Murder.Exe

>>2233890
>A
https://youtu.be/BSsfjHCFosw

>>2233890
>>A. It doesn’t matter what you are, Torchwick will pay; Even if its your last breath!

>>2233890
>>A. It doesn’t matter what you are, Torchwick will pay; Even if its your last breath!

blood for the blood god skulls for the skull throne milk for the khorne flakes

>>2233890
>>A. It doesn’t matter what you are, Torchwick will pay; Even if its your last breath!

Roll me a D100, let's see how well this goes

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>2234009

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>2234009
Watch this sweet roll

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>2234009

>>2234010
Holy fuck

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>2234009

>>2234009
>>2234010
Pretty damn well, it seems.

RWBY is gay where's my Star Wars reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

>>2234030
Why not read and quit your bitchin?

>>2233890
You give out a roar, pushing yourself up to your feet and rushing Torchwick. He brings his cane forward towards you, the base flicking open as he prepares to fire. As you reach him it's too late as you hear the slight click as your body is invelopedin fire, your hand clawing his jacket as you are blown back.

You had never experienced such pain in your life as you hear the slight his and pop of your skin as it begins to melt and char. You almost feel yourself blackout from the pain but something forces you to stay conscious, awake and aware of what is transpiring. After a moment it dawns on you that your Aura is no longer responding to your mental wishes to at least ease your pain. But the relief never comes and your begging turns to anger.

Anger at Torchwick, at the situation, at yourself, at everything.

And from that you begin to feel it, somewhere in the cooling and broken frame of your body. A warmth, a gentle almost loving warmth. It beckons you closer as the pain begins to fade away and instead is replaced with the tingling of the feeling of cool air that dances along your flesh. Opening your eyes things are not as they seem, as a red haze coats your vision. Blinking the haze does not go away and as your vision clears further you see a shimmering outline that surrounds both Torchwick and his companion.

Was that their...aura?

Were you really this powerless to stop them?

That’s when you noticed the growling that was emanating from what should be your charred and burnt throat. Yet it was there nonetheless and without even thinking your body begins to move on its own with a rattle as charred flesh tears away. It looked like you were going to have to make a deal with the devil to get your revenge. Would you take it?

>Would you?
>A. Yes
>B. No, I don’t want this
>C. Other.

>>2234194
>>A. Yes

>>2234194
>B
Don't give into the darkness jac- Luci

>>2234194
>>A. Yes

>>2234194
You got some kinda archive link or something? Haven't seen these threads since those two were making out in the stairwell.

wait... how did we get captured? missed that one

Ah, right. There a thread that was archived (My fault)

Essentially to boil down what happened. We went trick-or-treating with the gang and Coco's team, Pyrrha ended up going missing, we got worried and searched. Found the White Fang and were beaten by Neo and another Lieutenant and here we are.

>>2234194
>B. No, I don’t want this

>>2234194
>B. No, I don’t want this

>>2234194
>B. No, I don’t want this

Roll me a D20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2234663

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2234663

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2234663

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2234663

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2234663

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2234663

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2234663
CYKA BLYAT

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2234663
nat 1

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2234663

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2234663

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2234663

>>2234663

Huh this is still running, that's nice, considering Gemini's qms autistic screeching over weiss making one decision he didn't agree with in the show.

>>2234671
Well Done, Writing.

>>2234745

Brother freaked out? Did I miss this?

>>2234772
Brother got tried of rwby, it killed his motivation to run, horserapeanon is being himself

>>2234772
He said he's done with Gemeni, because Weiss "let the people in the other ship die."

Apparently her not forcing a civilian pilot to fight Grimm that had already killed atleast 1 huntress completely ruined his opinion of her and made him say that rwby is completely shit and drop the quest.

Honestly I think he was just looking for an excuse to drop the quest.

>>2234778
Good to see you horserape annon!

Have you heard about Discord?

>>2234772
No, he explained why he wasn't into doing the rwby quest and this one anon is being a fag about it. Most of the other anons are sure it's juat horserape/anti-discord anon being an autist again.

>>2234194

You manage to focus yourself, doing your best to ignore the bubbling rage that currently filled your mind. It took what felt like a good hour in your mind to carve out a small island to set your sanity in the unending firestorm of rage. The warmth that once coddled you and edged you on to embrace the rage turned hot, trying to almost force you from your mental sanctuary. There was something else trying to take control and it dawns on you what is happening.
It’s the Scourge.

Whatever Torchwick had done to you was changing you by force. It was FORCING its way to the surface but the last thing holding it from complete control was you. It was exactly like Qrow had said, it fed on your emotions and without that, without you, it was stuck inside you.

That’s when an idea hit you. Even as you still feel your body beginning to slowly move you instead turn your focus inwards. Your focus bleeds away and you’re face to face with the same ghostly knight you had seen the first time you had found yourself here. Flakes of its body are smoldering and flaking away as it continues to stand before you. However the slight shaking that reverberates across the armor makes it clear: It wants out.

It also was, as far as you could tell, the only thing that was currently keeping you alive.

“Look, you want out, and I don’t want my friends to get hurt.” You start, and for a moment it stops its near constant shaking. This was, after all, the first time you had ever spoken to it with any sort of kindness and without trying to kill one another.

“I don’t care if this is the only time you EVER cooperate with me. But please, please!” You plead, calming your rising desperation as you see the Scourge take a step closer.

“Work with me, save them. Help me save Ruby and Pyrrha.” You say quietly, extending a hand towards the metaphysical construct.

The fire for a moment extinguishes itself as the suit stares at you. You have no idea what it is thinking, if it could even think; But after a moment it kneels, its body slowly opening up like a maccabe venus flytrap. It doesn’t do anything else, simply sit there kneeled. Was it a symbol of subservience or an acceptance of the deal, but you had no other choice.
Stepping forward you turn your back to the Scourge and kneel along with it.

Slowly you feel The Scourge crawl along your skin, encasing you in its embrace. You feel no anger, nor no despair; All you feel is the calmness of the battle ahead. You’re about to relinquish your mental palace and return to the hurricane when a voice pierces your mind, deep and rumbling.

”Kill Fire Man.”

Sounds like a plan to you.

>Roll me 1d100

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>2234844

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>2234844

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2234844
HAI YO!

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>2234844
Nat 1

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>2234844
rush b

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2234844

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>2234844

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>2234844

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>2234844

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2234844

>>2234857
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CftZ9v1Zd9k

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>>2234844

You snap to consciousness as your body stands in the barren room Torchwick had left you in. It seems that he was hoping you would have woken up a mindless beast, but here you were far more prepared; And far more deadly. Looking in the corner you see they had left your prop sword leaned up and while it would be useless in a fight it might be handy just to scare a few thugs. Wrapping your claw-like hand around it you are amazed to find the Scourge has a better idea.

The moment your hands are around the PVC grip you feel an odd warmth begin to tingle down your arm and...into the sword?

Looking down at it you see tendrils of fleshy mass begin to slither down its blade, splattering it in ichor and its mass. As it continues to coil the outer parts begin to ossify, calcifying into plates of sharpened bone and significantly increasing the weight. In thirty seconds you’ve gone from unarmed to very armed and quite dangerous. Tightening your grip you see the inner plates begin to shift and twitch as you look the door, a pleasant surge of adrenaline fills your veins.

It was playtime!

Kicking the door in, the rotted wood gives way in an explosion of splinters as you step through it and peppering the three white fang goons outside in the remains. They had no doubt expected you to put up a fight, let alone the replacement of your broken and dying body with a seven foot tall suit of living flesh and bone. You can see the reflection of your glowing red eyes from behind the slits of your helmet and as one takes a shot you feel it bounce harmlessly off it, however it does send your head back slightly.

You don’t like that; Not one bit.

Gripping the blade tighter you bring it down, the offending thug being crushed beneath the weight of the blade. You look to the other two, however they have already taken off running down the hall screaming. If that was the way to more goons than it no doubt means that it was where Torchwick was.

That sent a tingle of pleasure down your spine, The Scourge no doubt.
Walking down the hall the blade sparks along the metal of the factory floor, occasionally thudding as the metal turned to rotted wood and gave way. There was a sick sort of pleasure in being able to see their aura, seeing it shimmer and wavering and the sickly sweet smell that came from it. Was this what fear smelt like?

It was intoxicating.

Coming up to a pair of metal doors you can hear the goons shuffling about. There had to be maybe thirty aura’s shuffling about, with five of them barricading the door with a large amount of debris in a pitiful attempt to stop you. If you were honest, with just how..Liberating it was in this state, it was cute.

But it wouldn’t stop you, or the Scourge.

>Roll me a D20

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2235038

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2235038

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2235038

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2235038

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2235038
i got this, boys

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2235038

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2235038

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2235038

>>2234778
I mean, that's one of the reasons, there's also the fact that the last two volumes have been hot dogshit and it's not showing any signs of even trying to improve.

>>2235051
Who boy

Roll me a d100+20 now

Rolled 21 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2235138

Rolled 67 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2235138

Rolled 29 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2235138

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2235138

Rolled 18 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2235138

>>2235138

>>2235154
You type it in the options field my friend

>>2235154
>>2235156
You tried, but as a note for rolling, put "dice+1d100+20" in the options field.

>>2235157
T-thanks

Rolled 8 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2235158
I thought i did... don't know why it didn't show. now i am scared to actually do it. knowing my luck ill get a one...

>>2235162
If you capitalize the "d" in dice, it won't work. Trust me, I phonepost.

Rolled 83 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2235138

>>2235172
Whoo boy.

Murder time.

Rolled 25 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2235138

>>2234811
>>2234826
...Who?

>>2235320
Alright, story time! So, a few months back, there was a school shooter GoT quest, where one Anon decided to buy a mare and have sex with it. That Anon also went to other threads and porsted several absurd things like "it's not rape if she struggles"(paraphrasing here, but not by much). They then went on to say that having Discord hubs to discuss things would kill quests, and that anyone who used them were faggots and autistic.

>>2235038

You feel the Scourge take over, balling your free hand into a fist and once again you feel the dull warmth of change. Glancing down you see the openings in the plates start to bulge as once again the veins and tendrils begin to coil around your fist, with more and more continuing to bulge into a writing mass of grim flesh and bone. Just what was The Scourge doing?

A few seconds later you find out.

You watch in morbid curiosity as the arm with the bundled mass punches forward, and like a snake the coiled mass lashed out; A sickeningly large spike of bone leases the charge. The moment the spike buried itself in the door the writing mass detached from your arm, pushing themselves forward like a nest of snakes towards the spike. It is a long few seconds until suddenly the door bulges and explodes off its hinges, revealing a number of scattered and destroyed boxes.

”We will not be denied our Prey!”

Well, that answers the question then.

Gripping your sword of bone in both hands you charge forward, far faster than you had moved before you were on top of your newest prey. With a roar you bring your massive blade around, carving the first two men in half while the third was knocked to the side with his spine no doubt crushed. All around you the auras continue to flicker and that intoxicating smell of fear becomes all the greater.

However your eyes are focused elsewhere, on Torchwick.

He’s on the far side of the warehouse, watching with equal parts curiosity and nervousness. What had he expected, why was he not afraid? Did he not realize you were going to kill him?

No matter, you’d make sure he was afraid before you took his life.

“What are you standing around for? KILL IT!” He roars, pointing his cane at you and squeezing the trigger.

(Cont)

>>2235320
Read the archive

>>2235473
Forgot your name m8

>>2235473
You’re hit from the side from gunfire and at first it is agonizing as the bullets sink into the soft spots between the armor. However that seems to fix itself as the pain becomes numb and you turn to the offending group. Slowly marching towards them their fire becomes more scattered, as some begin to grab weapons or even piped and rush towards you. You still feel and hear the bullets impacting your back, but that won’t hinder you.

The first to reach you is a bear fanus, a massive cudgel in both his hands. His form is sloppy as he brings it down in a wide arc, resulting in you easily gripping the haft below the hammer before snapping it clean off. You weren’t done there however as you lash your hand out, your fingers burying into his pectorals before you toss him aside.

You can see almost immediately the group behind him hesitate but that would cost them. Dashing between the group you bring your blade around in a full circle, cleaving through them as you halted yourself. It was a spray of blood, gore and body parts as you came to a halt; Only to be knocked back into a crate by a ball of fire.

You really, really hated Torchwick.

>Roll me 2d100+10

Rolled 82, 4 + 10 = 96 (2d100 + 10)

>>2235511

Rolled 47, 69 + 10 = 126 (2d100 + 10)

>>2235511

Rolled 9, 62 + 10 = 81 (2d100 + 10)

>>2235511

Rolled 5, 91 + 10 = 106 (2d100 + 10)

>>2235511

Rolled 60, 31 + 10 = 101 (2d100 + 10)

>>2235511

This spread is horrible so far

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>>2235546
I really don't know what you expected
We've only ever rolled high for s'getti

>>2235546
Eh, its what Tuesday? Bad luck all around. >>2235553
This is also true.

Rolled 13, 27 = 40 (2d100)

>>2235511

Rolled 88, 100 = 188 (2d100)

>>2235511

>>2235620
MATT YOU SON OF A BITCH I COULD KISS YOU

GET READY

>>2235622
....Who's Matt?

>>2235633
Matlock

>>2235637
Who?

>>2235641
Discord, like myself.

>>2235641
Also known as Kibito occasionally if you follow Caff quest.

>>2235642
.....that's still doesn't answer the literally who though part of the question.
>>2235656
Nevermind, don't know that quest though.

>>2235657
He's in the Discord, he has the username Matlock. simple as.

>>2235657

Caff quest is a Dragon Ball quest. But it's Weaver writing it so you can trust him to have it be not shit

>>2235511
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLnNAF2KFPs

Looking to Torchwick you feel the Scourge’s rage go from a simmering water to a boiling oil, surges of warm adrenaline tingle down your spine. You practically vibrate in excitement at the thought of carving the man down with your blade when another blast from what you can only assume was a grenade launcher of some sort sends you skidding to the side. That wasn’t nice, not at all.

Seems only fair that you should repay them right.
Tightening the grip on your blade to the point that you hear the handle begin to crack under your grip you rush back towards the open straightaway of the warehouse, blade sparking as you drag its immense weight alongside you. Just as you’re about to reach the straight path leading to your prey you dig your heels into the concrete and throw the blade forward with all your might. You watch in twisted fascination as the hilt digs into your palm, the blade itself continuing on like a six and a half foot boomerang of bone and muscle; The sinewy veins tethering it to your outstretched hand.

You were almost afraid that you were going to miss.
Just as the blade impales the centermost target you watch him be forced onto his back before the blade digs into the ground and he slides down it like a man sized shish kebab. You were disappointed, however feeling the waves of terror radiate off them was almost enough to make up for it. And that's when you started to notice the impaled man start to twitch and vibrate. Looking down you see that the veins connecting you to the blade are vibrating and just as you’re about to look to The Scourge to see what was happening something equal parts amazing and horrifying.

The Sword Explodes into a mass of tendrils topped with bones, impaling the group of once living white fang. You shiver in bliss at the carnage, the fear, the terror, the blood lust. And looking to the horrified faces of the rest of the group you know what you want.

You want MoRe!

Running ahead with your bare hands you don’t even bother to retrieve your sword as it starts to shoot back towards you, each bone slotting into place around the hilt. It won’t reach you in time but it doesn’t matter. It’s perfect exactly where it is as you crouch, digging your hand into the concrete you skid around your hand, swinging your proto-whip across the open space. You hear a number of screams as barbed and bladed mass sticks into a number of the thugs and pulls them towards you, many of them being torn in half from the blade and spikes digging through them.

(Cont)

>>2235714
By the time you got to your feet and the blade had reconstituted in your hand there were only five white fang standing; Well, they were running away but they were still alive.

That just left you and Torchwick and his goons. Pressing into the ground you leap onto the catwalk, stalking the man purely by his scent. The scent of a coward who was running away from what he had created. The anticipation was slowly seeping into your very soul with how soon you would taste his sweet terror. Your steps, even given your massive weight are near silent as you stalk the hall, following the slight flickers of his aura as he continues to retreat away.

You stop at what you presume is the last place he thinks he’s safe and can’t help but pause. He thinks he’s safe here? Behind his little wooden door and whatever else he had waiting for you?

How Cute.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2235716

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2235716
No whammies

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2235716

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2235716

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2235716

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2235716

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2235716

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2235716
Rolling.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2235716

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2235716

Khorne bless this young boyo

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2235716

>>2235716
Kicking the door in you step into the room and see that Torchwick isn’t alone rather he has the mute girl and to your surprise Ruby and Pyrrha both armed, their weapons pointed at you. You got to speak but all that comes out is a slow and throaty growl. Before you can even try to force yourself to speak again you’re knocked back by a fireball as Torchwick speaks.
“I told you the damn thing was here! We don’t stand a chance!” He warns, smashing the window behind him as you get to your feet.
...That son of a BITCH!
You surge forward, blade dragging behind you before you’re pelted again from fire by Pyrrha and Ruby, both of them backing towards the now open window as Torchwick made his jump out. Bringing your sword ahead of you as an impromptu shield, you are stopped by something, but before you can even see the resistance is gone and you’re left alone in the room. However as you stand there you smell the lingering fear.
That was something you could easily follow.
Slotting your sword onto your back you take a few steps back before sprinting for the open window and leaping out, the Vale skyline dotted with the lights of apartments. Continuing on your decent you impact the ground with force before taking off for the larger buildings of the industrial slums.
>Roll me a 1d100

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2235785

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Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2235785
Good rolls coming through

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>2235785

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2235785

>>2235788
>>2235787
I rolled lower than Acid...
brb killing self

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>2235785

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>2235785

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>2235785

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>2235785

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>2235785

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>>2235791
There’s like 3 other shit rolls man
Come on

>>2235790
Britt saves the day

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>2235785

>>2235785

Looking at the top of the building you Heft your blade towards the roof, watching as it slowly rips itself apart into its semi whip configuration. Feeling the blade go taught you feel yourself begin to be pulled up the side of the building, getting faster and faster until you are launched up and over the roof and nearly sends you right off the other side. Catching yourself you retract the sword before leaping again to the next roof.

You had never felt so powerful.

You had never been able to move this fast, let alone with such strength with your mangled leg. But now you were free to discover just how powerful you could have been if you weren’t born the way you were, if you still had your arms. The cityscape below was a blur as you sprinted along, following the wisps of aura you could still see. Following the trail to the highway you finally spot it: A white limousine practically radiating the scent you were following.

You start to steer away from the building before leaping with all of the strength in your body before rocketing down towards the road. In an instant you are already impacting the concrete with force, cracking the stone as the ground around you turns to dust and rubble. Your body aches from the impact but you get to your feet, looking at the limousine as it screeches to a halt you feel your mouth twisting into a sickening grin.

He wasn’t getting away, not now.

Slowly marching towards the vehicle you wince as a number of bullets shatter the windshield and pepper your body. Bringing your blade over your shoulder you prepare to bring it down when you see a fireball begin to spark and launch towards you. You immediately react, bringing your blade down and cutting the ball of plasma in half and crushing the engine block in the process.

Not this time, Fire Man.

Prying your blade free you heft it over your shoulder before being met with a trio of figures. Torchwick was obvious as was Neo to his right, but it was the figure to his left that gave you pause. Other than the hair he seemed almost a carbon copy of Torchwick, cane and all.

“What’s the plan, boss?” He asks, keeping his cane in one hand, tense and not taking his eyes off you.

“Slow it down, hope some Huntsman show up and kill this thing.” He answers, holding his cane out in preparation to fire as Neo vanishes from view.

Gripping your blade tighter you let out a loud roar in challenge, preparing yourself for whatever happened.

>Roll me 3d100-30

Rolled 86, 90, 81 - 30 = 227 (3d100 - 30)

>>2235881

Rolled 88, 32, 64 = 184 (3d100)

>>2235881

Rolled 5, 72, 15 + 30 = 122 (3d100 + 30)

>>2235881

Rolled 72, 16, 21 - 30 = 79 (3d100 - 30)

>>2235881

Rolled 8, 32, 60 + 30 = 130 (3d100 + 30)

>>2235881

Rolled 40, 67, 91 - 30 = 168 (3d100 - 30)

>>2235881

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>2235884
2/3 ain't bad, ain't bad at all.

1: Torchwick
2: Neo
3: Licorice

Bringing your sword down ahead of you the heat of fire and scent of burning muscle assaults your senses as your blade takes the blow. Going on the offensive you kick the flat of the blade, sending it flying towards Torchwick as he continues to fire at the approaching sword. The moment your kick connects you take of just behind it, continuing to howl as you hop forward; Leaping off the blade and going to decapitate the man. However just as your claws are about to grace his throat Neo’s parasoul catches beneath your arm forcing it up before you feel her heel plant itself firmly into your chest, stopping your assault.

The moment your feet hit the ground you bring an arm down, forcing her leg from your chest and bringing a knee up you knock the wind from her lungs, watching in satisfaction as her body slouches over. Grabbing her by the hair you lift her with ease, her face contorted in pain as she lets out an unheard scream. You couldn’t help but vibrate in pleasure as you watched Torchwick freeze, his finger just shy of pulling the trigger as you hold the girl between you and him, as if to challenge if her life was worth only slowing you down.

Bringing your other arm up you leave your hand straight, the nails of your armor thinning down to a point to punch straight through the small girl. However as your hand moves to go forward you find that it cannot move the limb and looking to the wrist you see a shackle black as knight around the joint. You go to jerk your arm free but it does not budge and suddenly your head is jerked back, your throat choked off by the rope that was now pulled taught and holding you in place.

You had forgotten about the third one, and almost immediately you begin to growl as you look down into the face your captor.

>Roll me 3d100-10

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>2235943

Rolled 27, 2, 45 - 10 = 64 (3d100 - 10)

>>2235943

Time for me to bring some fine rolls

Rolled 76, 35, 61 - 10 = 162 (3d100 - 10)

>>2235943

Rolled 62, 29, 95 - 10 = 176 (3d100 - 10)

>>2235943

Rolled 92, 34, 95 - 10 = 211 (3d100 - 10)

>>2235943

Rolled 3, 81, 76 + 10 = 170 (3d100 + 10)

>>2235943

Rolled 74, 13, 1 = 88 (3d100)

>>2235943
got a bit ahead of myself there

Rolled 81, 59, 89 + 10 = 239 (3d100 + 10)

>>2235943

>>2235957
I'll take the two of these.
>>2235959
And this

>>2235943

Pinned in place you feel Neo begin to struggle to free herself, your vision going dark as you attempt to free yourself. You refused to go down like this and your anger flares like the dawning of the sun. You refuse to die here! Pressing her feet to your torso Neo Kicks off of your body, her weight adding to the binding that kept you in place as you were now bent to the point that your spine was bridging itself.

And that was when you heard the sound of footsteps on rubble.

Craning your eyes down you see Torchwick rushing towards you, cane in one hand and Neo’s parasoul in the other. Continuing to struggle you try and force yourself to stand but you feel what you can only guess is a stiletto pierce the back of your calf, forcing you to stay down. You roar at the man as he gets closer but the fear that lingered has been replaced with a relief and feeling of bravado.

“Die!” he Demands, running up your bent back body before pressing the blade into your throat before jumping away from you.

You see through your choking now not only on lack of air but blood as he brings his cane around and fires, the condensed bullet of fire dust impacting the handle of the parasol before it is forced through the back, your vision spinning as your head is cleaved straight from your body.

But why can you still feel your body?

Landing in a pile of rubble, you watch as your body goes limp. Fingers twitching randomly as your body continued to die. You could see the three of them panting, and congratulating themselves for a job well done. However as you continue to watch you see that as they turn away from it your body begins to...slide?

Were you hallucinating as you died?

However as you continued to watch your vision did not fade away as it silently slides on a trail of blood and icor toward you. Once it is within range it begins to vibrate and rattle, drawing attention as it stands above you. It is an odd sensation, the feeling of your ridged helmet in your hands as you lifted your own head to your neck. But the pungent, sticky-sweet smell of terror that they give off as you do so would tell you that it was worth it.

Such elegant, sweet, PERFECT fear.

(Cont)

>>2236080
Feeling the tendrils slide against the back of your head as your body starts to writhe and contort as your rage reaches a new level. They had wounded you! They had tried to kill you!And as you continue to seethe and glare at them the lower part of your helm splits and gnarled teeth of black and red split open a hiss of black steam forces itself out, lingering around your legs and clinging like a heavy fog. Accompanying this is a warmth at the back of your spine that quickly changes to pain. Growling out the deep bass of your modified form you give out a deep shriek as you feel something coil around your waist.
Peering your crimson eyes down you notice that twitching and curling around you is a black and armored tail, a pair of axe-like blades around the tip.
Looking back to them you roar, your arm lashing out as your blade explodes into its whip like form, slithering towards you was you charge the trio. You see Neo’s eyes go white as you approach, knocking her away with a devastating punch as her body bounds along the concrete. The shorter Torchwick impersonator, thinking you defenceless tries to use the same tactic with dire consequences. Uncoiling from your waist your new limb catches the uncoiled whip as it moves for you before you turn, grabbing the rope with both hands before yanking him towards you. Stepping towards the now flying teen you extend your arm and bowl him over with a devastating clothesline.
”No More Running. Kill Fire Man.” The Scourge purrs, its voice for the first time outside of your head.
>Roll me a 1d100+20

Rolled 68 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2236099

Rolled 96 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2236099

Rolled 20 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2236099

Rolled 65 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2236099

Rolled 68 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2236099

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>2236099

>>2236102

RIP Roman Torchwick: Oh well, time to move on to Neo

>>2236099

Grabbing your now formed blade you approach the slowly retreating Torchwick you take off in a run towards the man, your tail flailing and lashing out to cut down any fireball that got anywhere near you. There was a sick pleasure as you stalked the man, looming over him like the phantom of death. To have watched that bravado be destroyed and replaced with the sheer terror of death itself sent you into a state of euphoric blood lust.

Rushing forward you bring your side high, an unearthly howl of joy as you bring it down on the man. There is a deathly scream that escapes his lips as your blade cleaves through his cane with an ease, digging into his shoulder and cleaving the limb clear of his body. You watch him stumble back, writhing in agony as he watches his lifeblood soak his clothing red. It was like tasting the sweet waters of heaven itself.

Watching his screaming face go silent as he slumps into what you presume is death you stand over his broken body, breathing in the deep scent of victory.

Craning your head back you howl to the sky as you watch Neo come forward, grabbing the body and fading into nothingness. You couldn’t help but savor the flicker of her eyes in anger as she faded away with the broken body. Alone you begin to make your way up out of the rubble to head for the buildings to pursue her wherever she went when you hear the whine of a motorcycle.

Did Torchwick’s aforementioned “Help” Arrived?

No matter, they would be beaten like the rest.

>Roll me a D20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2236160

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2236160

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2236160

Hmmm

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2236160

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2236160

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2236160

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2236160

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2236160

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2236160

>>2236164
This ought to be fun

For me.

>>2236160

From the black smoke of the ruined limousine a blur of yellow and khaki enters your vision, and you barely manage to bring your arm up to block as the blow of a shotgun fills your ears. Looking past it you see a pair of Lilac eyes facing your deep red, the confident flicker of youth dancing in her eyes. Why was it her? Of all the huntsman and huntresses in all of Vale it had to be her.

Why did it have to be Yang?

Stepping back from the teen you bring your sword up in a defensive stance, practically hiding yourself behind the shield in preparation. It doesn’t take long however as the Blonde Bomber unleashes a series of blows against your sword, giving a cry with each blow.

“Never thought a monster like you would show up on Halloween!” She taunts, slowly circling you with her fists up.

...What?

You feel yourself freeze in place as you hear it, the flame of rage that had been pushing you on all but extinguished at her words. Where there had been elation and euphoria there was now hesitation, where you had just been invincible you felt helpless.

“I’ve never seen something like you before? What are you, some kinda freak Grimm?” She continues, and for a moment you feel your metaphysical hold slip, your metaphysical island slowly being swallowed by the storm.

‘It’s not me, it’s not me.’ You chant in your mind in a feeble attempt to keep in control, that is until the pain of her gauntleted fist collides with your stunned jaw; Sending you spiraling into the rubble.

“Come on, you Abomination! Gimmie a good fight before I get rid of you!” She growls, pressing her fists together.

It is the last thing you hear as your lose grip on your union with The Scourge.
_______________

You are The Scourge, the beast of the Human Soul; Your jailer has failed to contain his feeble emotions and has left you to your devices. Before you is the Golden Woman, and she
threatens your existence.

You will not be denied.
>Roll me 1d100

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>2236368

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>2236368

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2236368

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>2236368

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>2236368

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>2236368

Rolling for possibly less or more suffering. I don't know which

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>2236368

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>2236368

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>2236368

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>2236368
yes you will

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>2236368

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>2236368

>>2236368

As the Gold one attempts to slam her fist into your frame you slam your sword down ahead of you, blocking it as you jump away, crouching down on all fours with your tail swaying behind you. You were not as adept on two legs as the other one, and in this way you were safest. Watching her rush towards you you lash with your tail, forcing her to the side as you leap into the air, claws prepared to sink into her flesh.

Coming down from above your claws slash along her leg as she rolls away, her slight yelp sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

The hunt was always so pleasurable, the anticipation, the thrill of battle. And as you watch the girl get to her feet you can see in her eyes that equal thrill, that bloodlust that you felt. You blamed the human part of you; The weak part of you that enjoyed such traits in someone. You bury that however as she charges towards you, following suit with your maw agape.

Your claws grind against her gauntlets, as you use your superior strength to force her hands away before placing a devastating blow to her midsection. Feeling her keel over you grab her arm and pulled her back in for another blow. Pulling your arm back you go to punch again, however she catches your claw, her eyes a bloody red.

No! You would NOT be denied!

Letting go of arm you go to punch her again, only for her now freed hand slams into your chest knocking you away and over the guide rail and to the ground below.

>Roll me 1d100-10

Rolled 30 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>2236592

Rolled 48 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2236592

Rolled 95 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>2236592

Rolled 68 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2236592

Rolled 9 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>2236592

Rolled 61 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>2236592

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>2236592

>>2236603
Time to Fight back

Rolled 37 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2236592
Come on numbnuts, WAKE UP ALREADY!

>>2236592

Your eyes snap open, eyes glowing a smoldering orange as you roll onto your feet. If this Golden Whelp wanted to think she could crush you!

Fine, then you would extend your hunt.

You wouldn’t just make her bleed, you would make her hurt.
Watching her fall you bend down, your tail coiling behind you as you prepare yourself. Just as she is about to hit the ground you strike, pushing off the ground with both your tail and legs. You impact her like a rocket, tackling her into the support beam of the overpass. You hear her groan of pain as your claws pin your feet to the concrete as you curl your ‘hands’ into fists. They were such crude tools, not sharp or dangerous other than sheer impact force.

But they were certainly pleasant to use as you lay into her.

With each blow you watch as her head snaps back into the concrete with a thud, and you can’t help but savor each one as a low, throaty purr comes from your physiology. Grabbing her head in your large hands you lift her slowly from the slight dent before rearing back and bringing your armored skull into her own. Immediately the girl goes limp and you release yourself from the column falling to a heap on the ground below.

>Roll me a D20

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2236645

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2236645

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2236645

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2236645
Let's hope we roll...well?

>>2236645

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2236645

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2236645

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2236645

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2236645

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2236645

>>2236670
Perfect!

Taking this before imminent failure!

Rolled 15 (1d20)

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2236645

>>2236678
speaking of imminent failure

>>2236678
Acid's rubbing off on you, vepala.

>>2236645

As you hit the ground you make your way towards the girl, her face swollen and her breath slow. It was too easy, these humans. Even with their aura they were puny, like lambs to the slaughter to your might. Standing above her you go to strike and end it when your whole body stops.

No, it shouldn’t be.

NO!

How is he awake! The weak fool couldn’t even stand your power the first time it had been touched, HOW?!


These are the questions that plagued your alien hybrid mind of man and Grimm as you attempt to understand how this girl could possibly cause you your defeat. Yet you can feel it already, the shackles of that disgusting human think known as hope. It stings your mental form as the boy continues to struggle against the weight of despair. Before you could finally force him down however you are forced back, a hole the size of a golf ball in your chest.

Falling backwards you already feel your mass regenerating, drawing on the despair of your charge. However seeing who had shot you even your own anger begins to force your body to sizzle and smoke.

”QQRRROOWWW!!!”

>Roll 3d100-20

Rolled 90, 4, 58 - 20 = 132 (3d100 - 20)

>>2236756

Rolled 89, 48, 38 = 175 (3d100)

>>2236756

Rolled 39, 96, 14 - 20 = 129 (3d100 - 20)

>>2236756

Rolled 93, 14, 49 - 20 = 136 (3d100 - 20)

>>2236756

Rolled 32, 71, 18 + 20 = 141 (3d100 + 20)

>>2236756

Rolled 23, 58, 73 + 20 = 174 (3d100 + 20)

>>2236756

Rolled 99, 82, 42 - 20 = 203 (3d100 - 20)

>>2236756
>inb4 3 Nat 1's

Rolled 43, 60, 41 - 20 = 124 (3d100 - 20)

>>2236756

Rolled 50, 6, 81 + 20 = 157 (3d100 + 20)

>>2236756

Rolled 91, 60, 100 + 20 = 271 (3d100 + 20)

>>2236756

>>2236781
Ohhhh boy

Rolled 65, 9, 15 - 20 = 69 (3d100 - 20)

>>2236756

>>2236756

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVIRcnlRKF8

Getting to your feet you Roar in challenge as you glare holes into Qrow, the Silver one and the Bronze one beside him. Your rage is so strong that you already feel your pitiful excuse of a ‘weapon’, still planted in the bridge above beginning to worm its way towards you; Hungering for the blood of the Bird just as much as every part of you. Seensing his amusement you can also feel the slightest hint of worry and that was a weakness.

One that can be exploited.

Watching him hop from the building, his blade gouging a gorge in its side before landing across from you.

“I know you’re in there kid. You’ve got to fight it.” He says quietly as the Bronze and Silver one touch down behind him.

You simply roar. You were not that pathetic whelp and you would prove it to him.

You watch as the Silver one rushes ahead, a cry of battle from her lips and scythe held high. You can already hear the Bird trying to warn the girl but it is too late. You charge to meet the blade, the haft of her blade slamming into you side as the blade slides harmlessly behind you. Trapping her haft you lash a punch to her stomach, forcing her back before you feel a sharp pain and a ‘bang’ as the blade tears through your body, momentarily forcing your body in two.

Already feeling your body repairing, your legs carried up and away by tendrils of muscle as your body tumbles. Landing in one piece you charge the Silver One as her blade twirls around her like a bladed shield. However it was no match for you as with an outstretched hand your Vorepal Sword answers your call, and with a growl you charge.
Exchanging blows the heavy weight of your blade slows her significantly as it continues to ignore what damage she could possibly do to it. It was only a few seconds but within them a opening presented itself and planting your blade you twisted around it, kicking the girl full force in the chest and sending her rocketing back to the building she had started from.

The moment you were clear of the brat however is when things became significantly worse, as the Bronze one and Bird charged after your blow. You had made a grave error in eliminating the Silver One. And now you would pay for your weak, human-like need to challenge them.

You go to reach your blade but your arm halts, as if by magic.

Looking to it in horror you remember that once again the boy was your weakness, his broken metal body! You try to just force the limb to be removed but it is too late as The Bird comes in with his large blade, its weight lifting you off the ground and rocketing you into the same support you had pinned the Golden One to. As you slowly Push yourself out of the deepened crater you see a crackle of red lighting and a loud rumble as the support snaps.

>Roll 1d20+5

Rolled 17 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2236952

Rolled 5 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2236952

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2236952

Rolled 7 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2236952

Rolled 4 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2236952

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2236952

Rolled 14 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2236952

Rolled 17 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2236952

Rolled 12 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2236952

Rolled 14 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2236952

>>2236990
I'll be taking this in the morning

Cheers all

>>2236952
Stunned you are powerless as you look up to the debris of not only the column but the portion of the concrete bridge above it begins to collapse. You go to move however once again the weak whelp he was, he was forcing you back. At this time?!
Was he trying to kill both of you?!

How foolishly human, to want to sacrifice themselves to save others. Feeling your hands twitching you attempt to force your arms to move as you continue to watch the rubble come closer and closer. It is then you feel that strange tug as you are jerked away. Bouncing against the ground you manage to get on your hands and knees before you feel something stab itself into your back.

And that’s when you feel what you could only describe as agony.
You could feel your skin bubbling and starting to lose its structure as the blistering pain continued to spread out from where it started. What had they done!? WHAT HAD THEY DONE?!

You lash wildly, feeling something connect with your wrist but unlike before it did not budge. You were growing weaker, and as you got shakily to your hind legs you see The Bird, The Silver One and the Bronze one, an empty syringe in The Birds hand.

NO!

Desperate, you swing both hand up to make space. You need to escape, you need to get away before they lock you away again! No!

However it is evident that they refuse to give up and as the Bird and Silver One rush forward you call your blade desperately to you. By the time it surges into your hand you can only feebly raise it above your head like a shield.

But it was no use…

(Con't)

>>2237265

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vVTP0DOL_2Q

______
Your name is Lucius Ferrum.

You kneel in the crater from the impact of Qrow and Ruby’s blades, the sickening sizzling of the Grimm Flesh evaporating and sloshing off your body echoing in your ears. Around you the coagulated plates of bone that had made up your armor flake away, your impressive blade of gristle and bone once more that of cardboard and piping. It stung as your new and artificial nerve endings were severed and you finally collapsed to your hands and knees in the pool of the Scourge’s remains.

But it was the horrified eyes of your friends that truly agonized you.
They had fought you to a standstill and now watched the truth of just what you were, and just how dangerous you could be. And if it weren't for your exhausted body and mind you would be running, but without aura, without anything but your sheer desire to hide; You could do nothing but sit there below the trio. So you did the only thing that you could as every part of your body cries out in anguish.

You scream beneath the hanging remains of the crimson moon.
Falling forward you collapse into the murky pool of blackness, your body wracked with tremors as you desperately cling to the shredded remains of your clothing. All the while however you are still screaming as all you can think of is the impending rejection. You all but jump out of your skin when you feel something touch you and despite your exhaustion you jerk away, your hysterical howling growing further panicked.

It was Ruby.

The look of horror was replaced by what you could only guess was concern, her mouth forming words that you could not hear. All you could do was curl up tighter, desperately trying to cling to yourself as you continued to spiral down your emotional free fall.

>Roll me a D20

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2237275

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2237275
GO TO BED

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2237275

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2237275

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2237275

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2237265

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2237275

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2237275

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2237275

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2237275
Guess I'll roll then

>>2237275
Cant tell if this song is more appropriate
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ahHWROn8M0
Or this one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqdyyxdZ4cQ
Or this one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0l0YOHO5jg
>>2237520
Well....shit.

>>2237631
Hurt works, but also
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYGvcXMqLe0

>>2237275
So: Just a heads up. This is probably going to be a REAL dark fuckin post; However wait until both parts are up because i promise the upswing is coming.

>>2237275

It’s like the world is in a haze as you break your gaze from the girl, watching the ripples of blood that occurred as you continued to drip blood that you found yourself sitting in. You were numb to it all however as the horrors you had committed played in your mind. No longer being edged on by...IT, the rose tinted glasses were gone; Replaced with the cold realization of your deeds.

You had murdered people, ended their lives without even a thought. You had painted the whole warehouse in their blood and bodies, left so little of them left that they would be unrecognizable by all but your memory. And yet for all of that the most horrifying thing was perhaps the most simple:

You had enjoyed it.

Even thinking about it you could remember the slight tingle that had ran down your spine. Yang had been right, even if she hadn’t known it. You were a monster, you were an abomination.

You needed to get away….no, that wouldn’t be enough.
So long as you continued to live it could come back, it could continue to kill and destroy. You needed to act now, with your aura all but gone you had no protection...and no protection meant even a sharp enough rock could do.
Do it

No...no. There was a better way, there were always a better way. Ozpin, Oobleck and Qrow were all trying, right? They were all doing everything they could to try and help you live a normal life right? They were giving you the option to live with your condition.
They Never Promised to Cure you

...They hadn’t. They had said it themselves, there was no cure for what you were; You simply could prolong your human existence. You would always be a danger, even if one that wasn’t evident until it was too late.

You Know What You Must Do

You feel your driviling and trembling stop as you slowly move your hands into view. They felt like lead as you slowly moved each finger and looking down you saw exactly what you needed. A jagged spike of Concrete and Rebar. It feels like eons as your hand moves with a turtles pace towards it. But finally you start to feel the rough, imperfect surface and the dull

>>2238166

But something stops you.

Craning your head up slowly you see the silver eyes of Ruby, the glittering of tears in her eyes as she stares at you. Her hand is no doubt what is stopping you, and it only reinforces just how weak you must be. Why is she stopping you? She saw it, Pyrrha saw it, Qrow already knew; Why would she be doing this?

“No.”

You feel your eyes widen as you look at the girl, your mouth dropping to try and speak.

“Uh….Uh….Uh….Uh” You continue to stammer, your body refusing to form the words as the girl kneels before you, Pyrrha slowly descending into the crater to join the two of you.

“I-it’s okay...really.” Ruby stammers, brushing your intended tool away before coming closer.

You feel yourself tense up but you are trapped in place by your own weakness. You want nothing more than to back away but before you can even attempt to speak again she rushes forward, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close. In your current weakened state you can do nothing as you are pulled forwards into her embrace. In another moment you feel another pair of arms around you and with what little strength you have you see a mane of deep red hair.

Pyrrha.

A moment after that you feel something drape over your shoulders and you hear Qrow speak up:

“Rest now kid, Nothin’s gonna happen to you so long as I’m here. I promise.

>Roll me a D6

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>2238170

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>2238170

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>2238170
Feeels.

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>2238170

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2238170

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>2238170

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>2238170

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>2238170