The fall of beacon was a tragic event where the white fang attacked beacon as there was a mass invasion of grimm.
All of that negativity drew out the dragon grimm sleeping in Mount Glenn.
And hans günsche had been petrified.
Weiss's father had taken the traumatised girl home, Ruby was made aware of what happened.
She cried. And she cried for days. Ruby has yet to leave her room. Yang has been in a depressive state since the incident.
Blake was headed back to menagerie, no mental damage or trauma to speak of. Well, that people could see.
But returning to the statue of hans günsche, it was now missing an arm, as if a blade had cut it off.
The remnants had been stomped to pieces.
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"What a disappointment." Salems voice reached the ears of all her pawns, slight anger obvious in her tone.
"so not only did we lose our half maiden, we lost all but one of her subordinates. All that's left is the legless boy. The only way we profited from this was the death of that man and the destruction of beacon." Mercury now sat at the table alongside Hazel, Watts and tyrian.
"boy. As cinders replacement, you'll head to vacuo and subjugate it until we can get the maiden. This shadow war has gone on too long. Its time this war was brought into the light."
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The room was a mess, food spread across the room. The room of Ruby rose.
Ruby is a glutton, she loved to eat. But after what happened to hans, Ruby couldn't even raise a hand to eat. Not after she'd been told what happened.
Hans was a statue thanks to her. Ruby rose, one of the several women who were attracted to him, had killed him.
At least in her mind.
And her own mother, who she hadn't seen for years was now in a coma.
She thought the happy days could last forever. She was wrong, dead wrong.
Nothing more than the dreams of a naive child.
That is what Ruby had realised. Much like her mother, the rose had matured.
"It only makes sense. We heard what we did to hans. This isn't a fantasy anymore. It's a tragedy." Her head snapped to the voice where she saw herself.
"bingo. I'm you. It's kinda funny that you heard how hans suffered from hallucination only for you now to be suffering something similar. It's ironic." The cynical voice of herself shocked her.
Why was this happening? Had she not suffered enough? Her thoughts only elicited a truly amused laugh from herself.
"suffered? You and I know what we went through was kids stuff compared to weiss and neo. They saw it happen. We only heard about it. You're not even thinking about hans. How painful would you reckon it is to be petrified? No, I suppose its more appropriate to ask, how painful is a slit throat? But even worse, how was he unfazed? How much pain do you think he's gone through in his life?"
All this amounted to a tear in Ruby's eye.
She'd been thinking too little about all this.
How was she so simple minded?
"because you're only a child. You never matured fully because you're only fifteen. You kept your childish dreams, your fantasies, your hopes. Did it ever occur to you why hans was always so mature? We never asked about his dreams, his hopes or his fantasies. We can't even say that we knew the man."
The young rose, such a foolish child.
"I don't know his favourite colour, his age, his hobbies, his likes, his dislikes. All... all I know is that he's a broken man." Her shadow clicked its tongue.
"you talk like he's still alive. He's dead thanks to us." The alter ego could only frown.
"I... I just wanted to be a huntress. So no one... w-would e-e-ever h-have to g-go through... losing... family..." The silver eyed warrior had devolved into a sobbing mess.
What was she worth? Why did she live? Why did hans have to die?
Why did all this happen to her?
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A hooded buxom figure stared at the statue.
Quite the stud if she had to comment, but that wasn't why she was here.
She'd been summoned, by the very statue in front of her. She watched and observed him, no signs of life.
But a dead man cannot summon a heroic spirit. Especially one of her caliber.
This man was strange, she couldn't sense a drop of magic coming from him. So how was he still alive?
The sheer pull of her magic is enough to kill most ordinary magus.
"What a peculiar yet interesting man..." The woman was blushing, oh, the possibilities! The fun times she could predict if she joined him.
What an adventure it would be...
But for now, she has to find some way to undo this petrification.
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My apostle. I apologise for your current state. You should not have been effected by my brothers eyes. But as you are my apostle, his eyes seem to have worked against you.
I truly am sorry. This plan all relies on you, hans günsche. But if remnant is to become truly safe, it must happen.
For the people, you must move forward.
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Hans günsche was someone who cared little in his own happiness, he'd been starved it for so long that he'd forgotten what it felt like to be happy.
His brief time in this world had made him happy. Happier than he'd ever been since lina's death.
All good things must come to an end.
That was the phrase that flashed through his mind before he was blinded by silver light.
But, who is to say that another story cannot pickup from that point onwards?
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
That is all she could say.
Hans... oh, how she loved him. He'd never know that now. Weiss had missed her chance.
The former heiress couldn't stop sobbing, how? She... she could've done something to save him!
How naive.
What's done is done. There's no changing hans death. There was no time to grieve, to be sad.
Weiss had spent far too long wallowing in self pity and misery.
The former heiress wiped her tears, and headed for the door.
Weiss now had a goal in mind. Pushing her door open, she saw whitley.
Her younger brother had always loved to mock her, however, he'd been oddly quiet since her return.
Because he had no idea what to say. Whitley wanted weiss to be sad, like he was when she left.
Weiss was currently sadder than whitley could've ever made her.
"why are you at my door, whitley." Her tone was flat and cold. As if she was demanding an answer. Whitley was trembling, for some reason... weiss felt like an entirely different person.
The cold gaze she gave him, his hairs stood on end. It felt like he was stood in front of a violent maniac.
"N-no reason in particular..." The new heir could only avert his gaze at her observant stare.
Weiss walked past him, heading straight to the dining hall. She needed to speak with someone.
Walking past several servants, an emotionless mask covering her face. Eventually reaching the door, weiss pushed it open.
Her father was casually having dinner with both winter and willow. Willows appearance was disheveled, defined wrinkles on her face, her white hair was slightly messy. The business
woman outfit was the cleanest thing about her.
Winter was dressed in the atlas specialist outfit, her sabres hanging begins her side, the specialists silky white hair tied into a bun.
The girl casually walked over to the table, heels making it obvious who had intruded.
Weiss slammed a hand down on the table, drawing all three individuals eyes.
"now that I have your attention, Winter, i want to enroll in atlas academy." Winter flinched, the training regiment of atlas academy is incredibly brutal. But for those who choose to join late, they are worked even harder.
Some even to death.
Winter did not want that.
"are you just going to ignore your fath-" His speech was cut short by weiss's icy and murderous gaze.
"as far as I am concerned, you are no father of mine. With how absent you were, you are more like a sperm donor than anything else." Willow shot up, ready to defend her husband.
Despite her knowing jacques didn't love her, he only married her for her wealth. She knew this well, but willow loved him.
"sit down, drunkard. You are little better a parent than him. I cannot once recall when you and I ever had a heart to heart... not even a conversation about something average like school." Willow's heart throbbed, it was all true.
"I can tell you won't back down weiss. You've never spoken to him or mother like that before. Very well, but your training will be even more grueling than the recruits. I will take you as my apprentice."
The two shared a prolonged stare.
"thank you, Winter."
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In vacuo, sat a girl. The girl was slumped on the bar table. A large bottle of whiskey next to her, almost empty.
I feel like shit
Is what the girl would've said, if she could even speak. This woman was neopolitan.
The woman was broken after what happened at beacon. It wasn't...
Her patch of white hair had gotten a bit worse.
Drinking is the only way she can feel calm, it isn't the greatest method of medication.
But it's a method nonetheless.
"Hey! Pretty lady! Get your ass over here! Don't you know who I am?!" The outraged yelling of a man, heading straight for neo.
Must've been one of the poor fools she robbed while drunk. The man slammed his firm hand onto her shoulder.
Neo froze, she was pissed. He dared to touch her? To dirty her outfit with his filthy hands? No. No no no.
'that just won't do. I'll only allow one man to touch me. No one else.' The rowdy yelling of the bar had all went silent as they watched this encounter.
Everyone felt a chill up their spine, and the few who could see Neo's face pissed themselves.
That murderous grin was immensely disturbing. Before she could even process the mans face, hush had already been pulled and the blade driven into his gut.
Neo wasn't one to waste time... who was she kidding? Neo enjoyed toying with her opponents. But right now, she needed to relieve some anger.
Hush was ripped from his gut before she sliced both of his arms clean off.
Ah, she remembered his face now.
Cardin Winchester. A former beacon student... a bastard who used his status to take advantage of women.
He'd hit rock bottom, may as well put him out of his misery. But, not before a bit of... torture.
Cardin fell back, neo ran her finger along the blade...
And plunged it right into his manhood.
The ice cream girl flicked the blood off of her blade, a satisfied smile on her face. Neo resheathed hush, and casually strode out of the bar, leaving the Winchester heir a corpse with minutes left.
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The buxom magus looked in shock. A crack had formed on hans left petrified cheek.
She was amazed. How could it be breaking, had he done it through sheer willpower?
No, that couldn't be possible. The only way...
That train of thought had been cut short by a blade shooting straight down to the ground in front of the statue.
Said blade had buried itself into the ground by the tip of the blade, it was a beautiful blade, one that could rival excalibur in terms of craftsmanship. The blade was as long as hans was tall.
But the magus could tell one thing...
"It reeks of divinity"
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