Capítulo 7: Chapter 6: WTF just happened exactly
(A/N for those who wondered when the system appears it will be once she reaches the age of 12 because let's face it life really starts when you reach 12 more freedom and you can sneak into your aunts pub)
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Scáthach POV
My head was aching a horrific amount and my whole body feeling like it had been thrown into a group of horny yandere. Specific feeling but then again I am mentally a grown women and yup I'm hella pent up.
Slowly I managed to pry my consciousness open after countless failed attempts. My senses trying to resister what was going on the first thing i noticed was a cold and tight sensation on both of my wrists which when I attempted to move made a loud *chink*noise a noise I knew all to well... hand cuffs.
The second thing I noticed was instead of being in a warm fur covered bed I was on top of a smooth metal platform. 'By the looks of things I still have my kidney so that's a good sign' I thought in a failed attempt to humour myself. I realised I he whole area around me was subtly vibrating. I slowly realised we were In some sort of moving vehicle.
'So let's piece the facts together I just turned 6 that I'm sure of.' I thought 'and just after going on my first raid I went home snuck some booze out the bar curtesy of my partner in crime 'Shay D Mann' he is the antonym of the motto don't judge a book by its cover. Afterwards I proceed to wonder around till I saw a bird.... Wait a bird appeared once I turned 6 years old just after my first raid SHIT!'
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Last night
Raven looked around finally noticing the crow that Scáthach was stoking tenderly whilst covered in blood and small chunks of guts when a single thought crossed her mind 'shit.'
Scáthach looked at her mother confused as to why she was glaring in her general direction with a glare. As she got up just about to make an excuse for being drunk she face planted into the mud with a large black haired man behind her with a chop gesture where Scáthach's neck used to be.
The camp went dead silent not a single sound could be heard all members of the camp who were previously laughing and drinking suddenly became dead sober. seeing their little hero attacked by some unknown adversary to most members of the camp they grabbed their respective weapons prepared to kill at a moments notice.
Raven sensing the atmosphere and trying to prevent the worst possible outcome attempted to calm the tribe. "Stand back this is Qrow the 'FAILURE' of the Branwen tribe and unfortunately my 'LITTLE' brother." She whilst calming them down could not resist the urge to mock the fuck who just incapacitated her daughter, if it was anyone else they would currently be torn to prices by the angry horde of beasts that is the Branwen tribe.
He snorted "how many times do I have to say this we are the same age!"
She still with a pissed off face replied "but still a few seconds short. Speaking of short how is your sex life? Still as dysfunctional as your dick I presume?"
Qrow gritted his teeth "I didn't come here to talk about that I came here to talk about that you bitch. I'm here to take her away from you psychopaths what monsters send a CHILD into a raid to kill people at the tender age of 6 you really aren't suited to be the mother of anyone you vile bitch!"
Throughout his whole tirade of bitching she kept her face stoic till he insulted her being a mother. For the first time in many, many years she felt the urge to kill the man. One thing to take note of was despite being a 'learn by experience' kind of woman she was highly caring even when she was on the raid she was always observing Scáthach to make sure she stayed safe.
She had always regretted leaving Yang but still she managed to slowly overcome her guilt by caring for Scáthach and her wound became a scar. A scar Qrow had just unknowingly torn open her old scar viciously.
"That's it your dead" she muttered. Hearing this Qrow stood at attention he merely spoke his mind since though they never saw eye to eye after the Yang situation they never really meant most of their insults but after realising what he said he subconsciously gulped. Though a dick he most certainly was he never took it to the extreme like this.
Feeling the blood list gushing out of her every pore he prepared himself to fight to the death or at least till her rage subsided. What ensued next was shear chaos Raven attacking like a mad berserker and Qrow barely dodging all these attacks each one perfectly designed to kill from a single direct hit.
This ensued for half an hour till Ravens head was cleared from her raging state before she muttered almost a guttural growl "take her for 2 years then but remember the agreement we shall both be there once she decides understood because of not..." she released blood lust a dozen times over the previous amount.
Qrow realised that even before when he was practically a corpse she was not taking him even remotely seriously. Under his breath he muttered 'what a monster' before walking off into the distance calling someone for extraction.
"Leader we can't let that disrespectful Sod take our little chief" a bandit yelled even if subconsciously they all considered Scáthach there next leader whom could only be overruled by Raven or Thomas. Every member of the tribe shouted in agreement with the aforementioned bandit.
Thomas getting irritated let out a sigh his muscles bulging from rage himself he always disliked Qrow not for his semblance like the others but for how easily he left the tribe practically his own family for who Raven called a 'manipulative old coot' he shouted "do all of you have so little faith in our future chief you and I know better than anyone else she wouldn't leave so keep faith in the little chief or is your respect and faith in her so shallow!?!"
Hearing this most of the tribe was successfully pacified though if they all saw him again they would still not let him leave with all limbs intact....
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Back to present
Scáthach POV
'Hmmm so if I were to take a guess I'd say I either passed out drunk which from the volume of alcohol acquired is pretty damn low odds wise. The second option being most likely yet equally the worst Qrow is here which may mean he saw the raid and the 'execution' of their leader.'
If he had saw this Scáthach knew it would be nothing but trouble for her in the her in the future. Slowly moving around she manage to albeit with extreme difficulty managed to sit up she realised the interior all to well. It was a flying bullhead. As for what a bullhead is imagine a vertibird from fallout 4 now imagine that vehicle had a 3rd rate knockoff with a few Voldemort level deformities then you get the bullhead.
As I looked around across the room I noticed a man with white hair and dark tinted glasses observing me as if trying to understand me like a paradox that shouldn't be solved. Realising I was glaring at him spitefully he decided to speak. "Hello Ms Branwen it's a pleasure to meet you I've been informed by one of my associates you have some... mental issues to pot it simply. My name is Ozpin the head of beacon Academy for young and aspiring hunters."
'Wait I just got assigned a god knows how old man as essentially my therapist who was known to manipulate people easily for personal gain... shit time to act'
"Sorry mr Ozpin but what do you mean by 'mental problems' I'm perfectly healthy as you can see" I said putting on the aloof child act whilst flexing my decent muscles for my age.
Seeing this Ozpin smirked though not gor the reasons I had hoped. He pulled out hi scroll (their phone) and showed me a recording of my Gae Bulg shattering the gate and me killing quite a few people. Before he fast forwarded to the torture of yesterday.
He looked at me whilst I simply kept a cold gaze throughout the whole video. He then said "please don't try acting it's an insult to both of our intelligence. Now tell me do you think this is a normal thing for a child to be doing at the age of six where by all rights they should be learning at school and playing around?"
I dropped the act I was wearing to show my expressionless face I usually have in front of strangers seemingly shocking him with how genuine it was. "To answer your questions you scheming wizard no it's not normal but I will succeed my mother and bring glory to the tribe. Now as we agreed not to act what do you want from what I know of you you aren't the type to do something for no reason?"
Hearing the words 'scheming wizard' he inwardly cursed Raven for telling a child of all people this though in his opinion a terrifyingly intelligent one at that l. "Simple I wanted to meet you, however now I must ask what. Do . You. Know?" He said dead seriously.
I remained expressionless "just the basics their is a shadow war between you and an evil witch called Salem who controls the Grim and is also immortal. you have taken it upon upon yourself to slay said immortal for IDK.... reasons."
Various thoughts flew through Ozpin's head however they mainly consisted of 'she knows too much' or 'she's smart and powerful I must not let her fall into Salem's hands.'
The atmosphere was tense and not even a knife could scratch it. As they were about to continue their psychological warfare the door to the pilot room opened to reveal a dark haired and red eyed man, skill fully bringing 3 cups of coffee with him. He looked at me not with not the hatred and disgust I expected but with concern and kindness.
He approached me carefully as to not seem threatening he passed me a coffee. "hey there kid you remember me?"
To which I responded "yup your the guy that the camp said want to skin you alive because you attacked Mother Raven i never did catch your name people either called you 'the drunk' or 'dusty old crow' or just 'faggot.'"
Hearing that last one if this Ozpin spit out his coffee to him would usually be considered a capital offence and laughed his ass off. Whilst Qrow was still serious since knowing those people he's surprised they didn't tell her worse about him and considered himself lucky her mother hadn't slandered him too much.
"My name is Qrow a hunter you mothers sister and your uncle but you can just call me big brother Qrow ok" Qrow asked pleadingly since he doesn't want his other niece and Ruby to call him uncle.
I pondered before responding "ok you uncle Qrow" hearing this he comedically cried tears of blood in lament.
But slowly but surely as I sipped the strong and bitter coffee the serious aura returned to the room and Qrow this time the eternal jokester became serious aswell. Qrow and Ozpin asked "so I want you to tell us you routine at camp so we can take this into consideration and please show us your aura"
Wondering why they asked she released her aura it looked similar to Gae Bulg a chaotic scrambling mess acting as if it wanted to destroy everything in a fit of rage.
Ozpin and Qrow seeing this were heavily concerned for her sanity. Seeing their strange looks I asked "what's wrong why do you look like I just killed a puppy?"
Ozpin sighed before explaining "an aura is the representation of our souls so if someone has a kind and gentle personality their aura is a certain colour usually a pale white... however yours it's highly unstable, volatile and full of destruction and rage. Now what do you believe this means?"
I gulped hearing this and Ozpin continued "it means you are highly unstable and are full of bottled up emotions to a practically unimaginable degree in that I'm surprised you have such a neutral face most would look contorted in rage and hatred but yours maintains total indifference to the world. There was only one case of this previously can you guess who this was?"
Under my breath I muttered "Satanta" he nodded "indeed your ancestor the bandit king of anima and founder of Branwen tribe and he was incredibly Volatile and considering his this you are most likely something akin to his inheritor of his powers" he pulled out my Gae Bulg at that moment I flipped seeing my spear in someone else's hands.
Out of pure reflex i channeled my energy into my hand and it created a Gae Bulg made entirely of my energy. Seeing this Ozpin was not shocked seeming more surprised that it took me this long to flip. My eyes went black once again.
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Qrow POV
Honestly it hurts doing that to my niece Ozpin told me to put some medicine in her drink that would make her more volatile to see how bad her temper is but surprisingly she lasted long and showed no sign of stopping till she saw her spear in Ozpin's hands.
"Ozpin you had better return that too her or else not just her but Raven will be after you that spear is the treasure of our ancestors respect that." I narrowed my eyes at him knowing how greedy he is for ancient artifacts such as this.
"Hmmm actually i wont she currently is to dangerous to possess this and if I do I have some leverage over the Branwen's. Fufu and I can also use this to make her join beacon and change her into a huntress for now though take her to Tai's family let's hope they make her more... mailable to change she could be the weapon to eat Salem and be sure to sign yourself as her legal guardian. A person like this CANNOT join Salem or bandits or else they will break the balance in their favour why not make her ours for the greater good...". (A/N ok Dumbledore calm down)
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