《NOIS: A RWBY fanfiction》Chapter 01- Trailers
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N-Trailer
Noir pulled his motorcycle to his favorite spot in all of Vale; a small grove of dead trees surrounding him. He got up grabbed his two massive sheaths and slung them over his shoulder and started walking around toward his favorite tree. He was almost there when he heard the roaring. He turned around in all directions before he spotted them surrounding him. A group of about twenty Ursa Minors and one massive Ursa Major. Their massive size had them towering over the dark haired teenager. He just smiled at them slyly.
He took his two sword handles out from his leather jacket and thrust them into the top of the massive sheaths on his back. He heard to clicks and pulled the handles of with a sword blade attached to each of them. His left hand had a red blade and his right handle held a blue blade. He got into a stance taunting the Ursa’s. All the small ones charged and he spun slashing the air up coming into contact with at least one massive bear with each stroke of his blades.
With that one set of strikes he had injured at least all but the Major and killed at least five. The Ursa all growled at him again. He returned to his casual stance still smiling at the large monsters. They charged again. Noir flipped the swords so the butt of the handles was facing his enemies. He pulled the triggers on each of them and bursts of dust attacks came from the butts of his handles and struck the ursas. First two more went down; three; five; eight; ten; till finally all the minor Ursas were dead. The Ursa Major Roared at him before charging.
Noir smiled again and charged. The Ursa swiped at him but Noir quickly ducked under him stabbed his blades into the bears belly. The bear howled. Noir flicked his wrists and the blades detached from the handles. He back flipped away and pressed the red buttons on his handles and the two blades exploded on the bear destroying it. Noir let out a sigh of relief. After regaining his composure, he heard the sound of punk rock music and an engine getting closer.
When he looked over his shoulder he saw a yellow and black motorcycle as it parked next to him. Two girls got off and started walking towards him: one was short with short red black hair and a red hood and the other wore a yellow blouse with a half jacket super small short and a half skirt and super long blonde hair.
“NOIR!” the shorter girl as she rushed over to hug him “I got into Beacon,”
“Hello small child now let go so I can hear all about, how you doing Yang?” Noir responded.
“Hell-o” Yang responded in a sing songy voice. Yang looked around and saw the dead Ursai around and looked back at Noir. “Couldn’t wait huh?” she asked. Noir beamed brightly as he shoved Ruby off of him.
“Nope, you took too long Goldilocks.”
O-Trailer
Onyx walked into the dark cave not caring for the danger. In his mind he had already faced worse than what was ahead in the dark caves. When he finally got to the large opening at the end of the cave he saw t sun shine on his targets. Four overly large snake coiled around the large cavern. They sensed Onyx is presence and started stiffing and slithering around hissing at him.
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Onyx remembered his training He took a deep breath. He looked up at the sun. While he was looking up he saw the four black and white snake heads appear hiss again and lunge at him. As they almost made it to him he used his semblance and teleported up towards the sky. While the snakes looked confused as he was falling down and flicked his wrists the silver gloves on his hands extended up to his elbows and two two-foot blades came out the top of his fists. He aimed one fist at a snake and tightened his fist and the blade shot out with a cable attached to it that plunged straight into the first snake killing it instantly.
As his blade retracted the three other snakes looked up and hissed at the falling young man. He used his semblance again and teleported right next to his next target’s neck and used both arms to slash the snake killing it as its head falls off. The other snakes looked down confused. Before they could react he punched the air firing a couple round of lightening balls hitting both his targets stunning them. He teleported twice more stabbing the two snakes as many times as he could; slaying both of them. Once they were all dead, he returned his weapons back to normal and walked out of the cave. Once he got out he saw a young man in a green gi similar to the blue one he was wearing. The other young man had long black hair with a strand of pink in it.
“All clear,” the young man asked Onyx stoically. Onyx smiled and nodded.
“Okay Nora the snakes are all gone,” Onyx said towards a bush. A young girl popped out with a huge hammed in her hand.
“Thank you both, I am can’t stand snakes I can fight anything else just not those,” Nora started saying and kept talking on and on. Onyx looked at the other young man standing and smiled at his friend.
“Ready for Beacon Ren?” Onyx asked excitedly. Nora and Ren were two people he could relax around. Ren smiled warmly and nodded.
“Are you?” Ren replied. Onyx smiled again
“I am ready for anything.”
I-Trailer
The wolf faunus sat amongst the tall Vaccuo grass while the wind blew against his him. He was waiting. The world around him. He kept his eyes closed in remembrance of his meditation training. He heard everything that was going on around him. Finally, he noticed the rustling of grass in front of him. He opened his eyes but didn’t move. He gripped his weapon, Deity Breaker in his hands. The rustling got closer… and closer… Till finally he saw charging at him a grim in the form of a wild boar. As it squealed at the sight of the young faunus boy. It then curled up into a ball and roll charged straight for him.
As it curled up Ivan stood up, barely taller than four feet. He lifted his giant axe up ready to strike. As the Grim rolled towards him he brought his mighty axe down on the creature. Most weapons would bounce off the tough armor. Not the young faunus’s weapon though. It cut through the boar as if it was butter. The grim split in half letting out an ear piercing squeal. The faunus looked around him and heard another grim coming. This time it sounded like it was doing more than making grass rustle it in fact made the ground rumble. Ivan grabbed his weapon and higher ground when he looked out and saw it. The grim was a large elephant. And it was charging towards where he was.
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Ivan acted quickly he changed his weapon from axe for into a large rocket launcher. He aimed and shot a couple at the large charging grim. After the explosions he noticed all he did was make the elephant lose momentum and it was still charging. He clicked the circle hole where his trigger was and flipped over the cross from a rocket launcher to a giant laser pointer. Ivan reached into his pocket and loaded the laser with the special dust ammo and pulled and held the trigger. He felt the weapon charge and vibrate as he saw the elephant getting closer it was almost where he was when he killed the boar. He slowed his breathing and relaxed. Finally, when the elephant was almost on top of him he let the trigger go and an enormous blast of energy left his laser and enveloped the large grim burning it to a crisp. Ivan smiled and transformed his weapon back into its resting form of a giant cross and put it on is back a he jumped down to admire his handy work.
“Extraordinary,” a voice said. Ivan looked behind him and saw a scrawny man with green hair and glasses dressed as an explorer standing there, drinking out of an old fashioned thermos. “Tell me young man,” he said again “ever thought about going to school?”
“Which one?” Ivan asked curious about the odd human.
“Beacon,” the man responded taking a slug out of his Thermos.
S-trailer
A special fair well concert was playing at the Schnee dust company starring Weiss Schnee singing a special song. Outside though members of the white fang were rushing towards the concert hall ready for a big sabotage on the Schnee’s. The plan was to have twenty faunus set up a bomb at the concert hall and leave before it went off. The faunus had a ship land not far from the hall and got the bomb ready and lowered the hanger door getting ready for their mission. When it opened all the faunus were shocked to see a seven -foot ebon skinned teenager standing their armed with nothing but what looked like a spear.
“Am I late for the party?” the young man mocked to the faunus terrorists. All the faunus looked at each other. The two closest to the hanger charged the guy. The young man simply knocked them aside with his spear with ease “at least make this interesting.” Ten more started charging off the ship all ready to attack. The young man didn’t waste any time demonstrating his skill with the spear. In what seemed like a blur and with barely moving from his starting position he knocked them all out or away… sometimes both. Before the seven who were handling the bomb could make a move he twisted a part of his spear and shifted into a compound bow with the spear point acting as a level. The dust compartment spun until it landed on the ice dust. As he pulled the string back an arrow the size of a javelin made of ice was formed. As he let lose the arrow flow at one of the members freezing him in place before the other six could respond he shot arrows of ice at them too completely freezing them. “Well that was boring,” the young man said. Then he heard the rumble on the ship.
Before the young man could respond a giant faunus about as tall as him came out wearing the white fang mask and shirt wielding a large chainsaw. The young man changed the bow back into the spear form getting ready for the confrontation. The faunus revved up the chainsaw and swung at the young man. The young human dodged with ho effort and lunged his spear. The large faunus parried and knocked the spear out of the young man’s hand s and sent it flying. The faunus laughed taunting the young man. The boy smiled and started to glow, before the faunus could react he saw the young man turn into a polar white Ursa and smack him knocking him out.
Shortly after the sound of sirens filled the air and the young man reverted back into an ebon skinned young man as we walked over and grabbed his spear. When the police arrived they were led by another ebon skinned man dressed in a well-tailored walking towards him.
“What happened Sebastian?” the suited man asked towering over Sebastian. Sebastian just smiled his cocky smiled.
“Just some wanna be terrorists wanting to sabotage the party, nothing I couldn’t handle,” He said smiling as the police arrested the white fang members and disarmed the bomb. The man in the suit just smiled proudly.
“Excellent, now go home get some sleep, you got a big day tomorrow son,” the suited man said.
“Yes sir,” Sebastian said heading away from the crime scene.
“Sebastian, I’ll miss you son. Good luck tomorrow,” He said. Sebastian turned and smiled brightly.
“Thanks dad, I promise I will make you proud,” he responded.
“Already am,” his father responded with.
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