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Possible Goodbye
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I am unsure if my prayers or trusted tarots helped for the upcoming events, but just in case, I want to thank you for giving me a wonderful experience and a fantastic time to have my dream come true of being noticed and admired.
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RWBY OC Short Story: Echoes
3 min read
The moon covered in black. Stars outshined by the city lights from the distance. And the air drops it temperature. Coby sits on a chair he scavenged from the remains of the ruined city, uses the campfire to warm himself, and cook himself dinner with a can of unperishable food. As he opens his mouth to take a bite, his thick breath and the steam of the food collides and dance away in the cold air. Coby swallows his last bite and kicks dirt on the fire until it's buried. He gets up to look at the moon as the clouds passes and reveals its cycle, shattered, and enters his shack.
He makes his way to his bed, closes his eyes and sleep. As he dreams, he sees nothing. But he hears. He could still hear the screams of everyone he was responsible for. Then, one voice, low and calm, said to his ear, "Brother."
Coby springs up from bed and leaps to his Caliber.222 and waves it around. Nothing. "Am I hearing voices outside my mind?" He asks himself. "Or am I finally gone mad?" He lowers his sword and felt a streak on his face. He slowly wipes it to find sweat with his skin burning. He heads back to his bed, but then the voices in his head grew louder.
"Traitor."
"We trusted you."
"Murderer."
"Grimm."
Coby circles around, looking for what's causing his distress. The shadows begins to take shapes. Many resembles to human and faunus and appearing more solid. "Get back," Coby demanded. He points Caliber.222 around as the shadows grow closer and cries out pain and resentment. "Get back!"
The shadows looks at Coby with eyes glowing red. The shadows shapes itself to the Grimm with only lights seen is red from their eyes and mouth. Coby swung wildly at them to no avail, until one flat shadow on the wall, grew and grew in a shape of a familiar human. Coby stares at it as it takes more shapes of each type of Grimm. Then, a voice sounds off from it. "Brother. You killed them, in your selfish attempt to see your mother again."
"Leave me alone, Blut!" Coby screams.
"You are now seen as a criminal. Your friends and fellow people sees you as a pariah."
"Shut up!"
"You led your teammates to be killed by their own."
"PLEASE!"
"Laura gave her life for nothing."
Coby screams at the top of his lungs, with eyes shut tight, and sweat drops to the floor. Shots fired at the shadow and doesn't stop pulling the trigger, even when the ammo is out. The sounds of the clicking lasted for a few seconds, before he drops his sword and drops to his knees in tears. He opens his eyes and looks at the direction he shot. No shadows were present. No haunting sounds of his mistakes. Just dead silence and the additional holes on the wall. Coby looks down and questions his sanity.
He felt pressure on his right shoulder. A hand. Coby slowly looks up and sees his the sorrowful face of Laura. Coby staggers back and hits the door with his back and looks at Laura. Nothing. Lights coming from the bullet holes shines down on him. He looks at the holes and realizes the sun is up. He stands up and said to himself, "It has been ten years now...it's our anniversary..."
He makes his way to his bed, closes his eyes and sleep. As he dreams, he sees nothing. But he hears. He could still hear the screams of everyone he was responsible for. Then, one voice, low and calm, said to his ear, "Brother."
Coby springs up from bed and leaps to his Caliber.222 and waves it around. Nothing. "Am I hearing voices outside my mind?" He asks himself. "Or am I finally gone mad?" He lowers his sword and felt a streak on his face. He slowly wipes it to find sweat with his skin burning. He heads back to his bed, but then the voices in his head grew louder.
"Traitor."
"We trusted you."
"Murderer."
"Grimm."
Coby circles around, looking for what's causing his distress. The shadows begins to take shapes. Many resembles to human and faunus and appearing more solid. "Get back," Coby demanded. He points Caliber.222 around as the shadows grow closer and cries out pain and resentment. "Get back!"
The shadows looks at Coby with eyes glowing red. The shadows shapes itself to the Grimm with only lights seen is red from their eyes and mouth. Coby swung wildly at them to no avail, until one flat shadow on the wall, grew and grew in a shape of a familiar human. Coby stares at it as it takes more shapes of each type of Grimm. Then, a voice sounds off from it. "Brother. You killed them, in your selfish attempt to see your mother again."
"Leave me alone, Blut!" Coby screams.
"You are now seen as a criminal. Your friends and fellow people sees you as a pariah."
"Shut up!"
"You led your teammates to be killed by their own."
"PLEASE!"
"Laura gave her life for nothing."
Coby screams at the top of his lungs, with eyes shut tight, and sweat drops to the floor. Shots fired at the shadow and doesn't stop pulling the trigger, even when the ammo is out. The sounds of the clicking lasted for a few seconds, before he drops his sword and drops to his knees in tears. He opens his eyes and looks at the direction he shot. No shadows were present. No haunting sounds of his mistakes. Just dead silence and the additional holes on the wall. Coby looks down and questions his sanity.
He felt pressure on his right shoulder. A hand. Coby slowly looks up and sees his the sorrowful face of Laura. Coby staggers back and hits the door with his back and looks at Laura. Nothing. Lights coming from the bullet holes shines down on him. He looks at the holes and realizes the sun is up. He stands up and said to himself, "It has been ten years now...it's our anniversary..."
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RWBY OC Vol. 2 Chapter: Accept
8 min read
"Connor Kobalto is dead. Ivan Xiangya gone AWOL. Emerson is feeling the weight of responsibility. Laura is emotionally unstable." Professor Siena puts the report down and looks at Ozpin directly in the eyes, as he sets the report on Ozpin's desk. "It is time, to disband CIEL and send them away."
Ozpin looks at the report, as he is about to sip his cup. "I agree...for the most part."
"We are not gonna have them join a new team. You said it yourself, they are kids!"
"I did say that, but they also acknowledge the risk in training to be a huntsmen. There are times when kids be kids and when kids have to pick up a sword."
"And there is time when they need to pull out. I am sorry, Ozpin, but I stand on my belief that they are no longer qualified to stay in the academy--"
"My academy," Ozpin sternly corrected. "As in, they are my students in general and no longer under your care. They will not be removed in the campus, but without Kobalto and Xiangya, CIEL can't be a team. Laura and Emerson will merge with Imperius and Ferrai. End of discussion."
"Bu--"
"End of discussion..."
Siena looks at Ozpin's serious brow, then at Glynda Goodwitch then back at Ozpin. Feeling defeat, he storms out of the office with Kelly following.
Laura solemnly walks down the hall, passing by her fellow students. Her head has been down at all times, still blaming herself of her former teammate's untimely demise. She continues to walk, until the upper corners of her eyes spots someone's feet standing in front ofher. Laura looks up to see who stood in her way.
"Laura..." Shani said gently to Laura, as she tries to comfort her. "Please...enough. Con...Connor wouldn't want you to be like this, ya know?" Laura looks directly at Shani with her cold, dead eyes.
"Connor is dead. I don't care what he would think of me. All I care is if he said that himself..." Laura said in a melancholic tone. She then rotates to the left and tries to resume walking. Shani takes a step to get in Laura's way. "Pointless..."
Shani angrily slaps Laura, grabs Laura's collar and slams her to a wall, causing a scene. "Enough with the 'woe is me' crap! You think you are the only one who misses Connor?!? He helped me find my dad and befriended me when we first arrived to Vale!" Laura looks as though she is lifeless doll. He blank expression looks down, and not facing Shani directly. Shani shook her head in frustration and a tear hits Laura in the cheek, causing Laura to lighty gasp. "Sure, not everyone knows him well enough, but among his friends, we are all hurting, ya know? What about Ravn? She is his cousin and they rekindled their relationship! You and Connor may have been close, but you are also studying to be Huntsmen! You know the risk! Out there, no matter how well we are as fighters, we are at death's field, with a casualty waiting to happen! If you can't handle an everyday life for a huntress, then get out!"
A hand pulls Shani's away. Shani turns to see Professor Siena, looking tense. Shani shoves the professor and walks away. Kelly tries to help Laura, but Laura resumes walking away, sulking. "Okay," she said, lookkng around at the students as she claps. "Off to class, the lot of you! Nothing to see here!" As she tries to make the students return to their classes, Siena watches Laura walk away and realized she wasn't going to a class.
Hours had passed and classes were right on cue of finishing up. For the past couple of weeks, Laura has been missing classes and sitting at the edge of the cliff. She had been thinking for the longest time up there and recalling the things people said to her. Especially Shani. Laura feels her cheek and rubs the sting left by Shani. She stares down at the Emerald Forest, and remembers the missions CIEL been together and the sacrifice of Nala done to make sure Laura doesn't drop to her lowest point ever again. She gets up. What everyone said and attempted to cheer up Laura finally sank in, with Shani the one to hit some sense and remind her they are huntsmen and it should be taken seriously. She dusts herself and heads back to campus.
*Laura walks on the grass, finally looking up and looking at everyone on campus. She looks up at and sees Professor Strider's office window with Jett speaking with him. On her right, she sees Izumi and Thu'ban walking side-by-side. On their way to a mission perhaps? Meet with the rest of IMEJ or maybe with Dusk? And BAJE and KAOS walking together on a path to her left, with Brooke and Osamu suspiciously close. The teams spots Laura looking at them, and on the spot, Laura shyly waves at them.
Laura spent her evening looking at people's faces and familiar structures. She makes her way to the cafeteria and gets her dinner. A tray with mash potato, steak, and vegetable. She looks around and sees SORL sitting on their usual seat. "Hey..." She said, sheepishly to SORL. "Room for one more?" Shani gives a grin and welcomes her to sit next to her.
"Nice to see you, Laura," Le greets. "We are just planning our outing and eat somewhere downtown."
*"Either the Rainbow Dream Cafe," Ochieng said to her. "Or that Vale Bar and Grill? Probably not that place. Feels a bit hostile for my taste."
"...interest...ed?" Ravn mumbles to Laura. Laura and SORL looks a bit surprised to hear Ravn say that.
"I...would like thst but..." Laura looks down, looking sad, which have SORL look at Laura in concern. Laura looks up to them with an attempt of a smile, with her eyes closed. "I already got myself dinner. I don't think getting mor food out there would be good for my digestion." Laura gives them a weak laughter, though at least she's trying. She scoops her mash potato and takes a bite with SORL, even Ravn, smiling. From a distance, Kelly is writing in her journal, watching Laura. "Shani..." Shani looks at Laura with her neck tilted. "Thank you for the pep talk." She hugs Shani, and in turn, Shani hugs back.
It was late and Laura heads back to her dorm. She enters her room and sees Emerson, who is sitting on his bed, polishing his ax. He looks up at Laura notice something different. "Your eyes..." Laura looks a bit confused and rubs her eye. "They don't look...you look...hopeful."
"Yeah..." She said sheepishly, as she walks towards Emerson and sits next to him. "I hadn't been myself lately, huh?" Emerson looks puzzled. "You, Professor, Miss Kelly, Shani, and everyone else...you tried to help me figure this out, but it took me a while to hear."
"What made you change?"
"Shani...I felt her tear hit my face, just like Connor...got my attention and finally got me thinking...I have been selfish and took the fault...when I had given uo, you and everyone didn't. You tried to help me in your own way..." She quickly hugs Emerson and grips him, tightly. "Thank you and...and I'm sorry..." Emerson gives a comforting grin and tenderly holds Laura. Out their window, Kelly finishes writing in her journal and reports back to Professor Siena.
"Sir," Kelly said to Siena. "I have done enough evaluation."
"And?" He asks.
"With all due respects, I agree with Professor Ozpin. I don't think it's wise to remove them of Beacon."
"They shown enough to not linger being a Huntsmen. What if another ally dies? What then?"
"Then they will have to pull themselves up again, and again." Before Siena says anything else, Kelly speaks up. "Don't forget about yourself and your cooperation with your team. The loss of your arm and comrades. Yo had to cope yourself to whatever brings you back to your former self. Even something better! Please...all I'm asking, is accpet the headmaster's order...she is capable of leading the team!"
Siena gave a thought, before leaving to the door. Kelly looks ashamed and defeated, until she hears, "Don't just stsnd there. Get everything ready to initiate team LEIF."
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My mom says I am too sensitive, so...let's turn it into a rant. This is my own opinions, so feel free to express to this, so as long it doesn't turn to something...unnecessary.
When people make stories up and on the background of their main characters, there is someone who is gonna be a jerk. This particular one, having young main characters having a parent death. Some guy called out to everyone to stop being emo, cliché, stupid, and be normal. Yeah well, there are actual people who lived through these stuff and I will get that. You are just some random stranger, why do I have to listen to you, if I don't personally know you?
First off, these characters aren't yours. They belong to someone and shouldn't be listened to, unless the creators seeks it. I worked on my OCs for a very long time and made enough changes, that there is no way I am turning back and sounding like a bad twist. Example, while I still don't want to make spoilers yet, Connor's theme is denial, and it's directly on him cutting down his ADOPTED mother and Laura had to lose her parents for theme, depression. If not, there would be no purpose for her to connect with Connor and form a unique bond, or enroll to Beacon to become a huntress.
Secondly, while I wanna save this, everything now these days are cliché. I would take cliché over boring. From what I learned from my teachers and my professor that publish books, the setup of your story will determine the cliché moment. Examples; bank robber goes to bank to rob is not cliché. Bank robber with ski mask and pointing gun and tells them put money in bag, cliché. Four armed men with different masks and suits with different skills and plans for a successful robbery, not cliché. Anothdr example, when a parent dies, it could be tiresome, but that depends on how you execute it. Main bad guy kills your father and you eventually train yourself and defeat many people to almost lose to the bad guy, but at the last minute, you slay the bad guy, that is the traditional cliché. You accidentally were the caused of the parent death and have a heavy burden on you, not cliché. Nowadays, we have superheroes and zombies being popular, anf they are, to me, cliché, in a way. We seen the heroes fighting the antagonists and try to live another day, tiresome to see the same plot right? But, if you set everything right and turn the cliché into something incredible and fool people in being original, you would make a story that could he timeless! So as long it makes sense and true to the plot, than lazy writing, who cares if it's cliché? It made an impact!!!
Thirdly, there is real despair. While others make something sound depressing to sound less bland and more interesting, there are others who use their real pain on their stories. I used to do the cliché with parents dying by bad guys, but when my dad died in 2015, friend from school died in 2013, anxiety and depression issues in 2014, and recently, a family member died and leaving his partner a widowed, I am sorry. I am taking it by heart and as my inspiration to exprezz myself than speaking to one person who acts more superior or have no close relation to them. You have problems too, I am sorry, but no need to make yourself sound like you are the guy who is dealing more suffering or want to make yourself the one to decide how we feel. We never ask for this to happen. But, whatever express ourselves to move forward, you have no rights to do or say that won't comfort us. Being a coldless scum is your own thing, but don't you dare say to tell us to change ourselves being like this.
I wish I could rant some more, but I am on a mobile and battery is dying. Decide to end here and I don't expect people to read this. If you do, promise me this will at least give something to think about or acknowledge it and leave it be with nothing affecting on your views, rather than trying to make your own points and try to defend on some of my beliefs. I am sick on people trying to start something when I open myself. I don't say something from the heart, but when I do, there is someone wanting to sound like what I typed is a waste or, having something like, "I understand, but..." No buts! Just read and either go or leave a comment for support to give me the courage to express myself, to the point, I am willing to change. Other than that, LEAVE IF YOU ARE GONNA BE A TROLL.
When people make stories up and on the background of their main characters, there is someone who is gonna be a jerk. This particular one, having young main characters having a parent death. Some guy called out to everyone to stop being emo, cliché, stupid, and be normal. Yeah well, there are actual people who lived through these stuff and I will get that. You are just some random stranger, why do I have to listen to you, if I don't personally know you?
First off, these characters aren't yours. They belong to someone and shouldn't be listened to, unless the creators seeks it. I worked on my OCs for a very long time and made enough changes, that there is no way I am turning back and sounding like a bad twist. Example, while I still don't want to make spoilers yet, Connor's theme is denial, and it's directly on him cutting down his ADOPTED mother and Laura had to lose her parents for theme, depression. If not, there would be no purpose for her to connect with Connor and form a unique bond, or enroll to Beacon to become a huntress.
Secondly, while I wanna save this, everything now these days are cliché. I would take cliché over boring. From what I learned from my teachers and my professor that publish books, the setup of your story will determine the cliché moment. Examples; bank robber goes to bank to rob is not cliché. Bank robber with ski mask and pointing gun and tells them put money in bag, cliché. Four armed men with different masks and suits with different skills and plans for a successful robbery, not cliché. Anothdr example, when a parent dies, it could be tiresome, but that depends on how you execute it. Main bad guy kills your father and you eventually train yourself and defeat many people to almost lose to the bad guy, but at the last minute, you slay the bad guy, that is the traditional cliché. You accidentally were the caused of the parent death and have a heavy burden on you, not cliché. Nowadays, we have superheroes and zombies being popular, anf they are, to me, cliché, in a way. We seen the heroes fighting the antagonists and try to live another day, tiresome to see the same plot right? But, if you set everything right and turn the cliché into something incredible and fool people in being original, you would make a story that could he timeless! So as long it makes sense and true to the plot, than lazy writing, who cares if it's cliché? It made an impact!!!
Thirdly, there is real despair. While others make something sound depressing to sound less bland and more interesting, there are others who use their real pain on their stories. I used to do the cliché with parents dying by bad guys, but when my dad died in 2015, friend from school died in 2013, anxiety and depression issues in 2014, and recently, a family member died and leaving his partner a widowed, I am sorry. I am taking it by heart and as my inspiration to exprezz myself than speaking to one person who acts more superior or have no close relation to them. You have problems too, I am sorry, but no need to make yourself sound like you are the guy who is dealing more suffering or want to make yourself the one to decide how we feel. We never ask for this to happen. But, whatever express ourselves to move forward, you have no rights to do or say that won't comfort us. Being a coldless scum is your own thing, but don't you dare say to tell us to change ourselves being like this.
I wish I could rant some more, but I am on a mobile and battery is dying. Decide to end here and I don't expect people to read this. If you do, promise me this will at least give something to think about or acknowledge it and leave it be with nothing affecting on your views, rather than trying to make your own points and try to defend on some of my beliefs. I am sick on people trying to start something when I open myself. I don't say something from the heart, but when I do, there is someone wanting to sound like what I typed is a waste or, having something like, "I understand, but..." No buts! Just read and either go or leave a comment for support to give me the courage to express myself, to the point, I am willing to change. Other than that, LEAVE IF YOU ARE GONNA BE A TROLL.
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Goodbye...Forever?
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Don't want to go into detail, but something in my past is finally catching up. If anyone remembered the journal I left last October and is reading, I want to appreciate on the help you tried. But, words won't help me in this situation I'm dealing. I may still be around for a couple of weeks, but I'm pretty sure I won't be on deviantart or social networks again. I want to thank 
and anyone else that I wish I could type through a Playstation Vita, for making my experience in deviantart memorable...despite developing jealousy on you guys 
Keep on reaching to the top guys!
and anyone else that I wish I could type through a Playstation Vita, for making my experience in deviantart memorable...despite developing jealousy on you guys Keep on reaching to the top guys!
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