Ironwood: ah (Y/N)! You're up bright and early.
(Y/N): As are you General.
Ironwood: Well, you know what they say, there's no rest for the wicked.
(Y/N): Don't work too hard, we don't want you passing out in the middle of an intimidating speech about how powerful atlas is.
Ironwood: That would look pretty bad wouldn't it. How were the accommodations? Our dorms are equipped with some of the best state of the art technology in atlas.
(Y/N): yeah i figured that out, maybe a good idea would be to like, i don't know, give out some sort of manual for some of the things?
Ironwood: what do you mean?
(Y/N): i spent about 30 minutes trying to figure out how to turn the lights on, just to have them be dimmable lights which adjust depending on the time of day.
Ironwood: I see, I will get that sorted.
(Y/N): thank you
Ironwood: i do not wish to seem insensitive, but, what is wrong with your hand?
(Y/N): what do you mean?
Ironwood: the fingers on your left hand seem like they are twitching.
(Y/N): they do that sometimes, just a malfunction i think, you see it got obliterated at beacon so i had to cut it off and attach a new one.
Ironwood: how come it's twitching?
(Y/N): i picked it off an Atlesian knight, it wasn't something i got from someone here.
Ironwood: Are you messing with me?
(Y/N): no, is there an issue?
Ironwood: has your arm not been infected?!
(Y/N): well, i was taking some medicine to stop the infection, although it was only minor, but, after my last appointment to pick some up he said he could only give me a few days and to come back soon, and then we left for argus, so I'd say I haven't taken any in, about 2 weeks?
Ironwood: Excuse me for a moment.
Ironwood stepped away and pulled his scroll from his pocket, and proceeded to call a group of medics to come aid (Y/N).
Ironwood: i see, and what are your plans for today?
(Y/N): well my plans were to go check out the cafeteria and then help with upgrading the gear.
Ironwood: Perfect.
(Y/N): that sounded very suspicious, what's happening?
Ironwood: you catch on quickly, well, I've called some doctors over to take a look at your arm, and, hopefully replace it with a working one.
(Y/N): Whoa hold on here, that's not necessary.
Ironwood: we'll see.
(Y/N) tried to fly away but for some odd reason could not, and ended up falling on his face
Ironwood: are you alright?
(Y/N): i don't know, i can't fly anymore?
Ironwood: is your semblance flight?
(Y/N): well yes, but recently i think it's different from that.
Ironwood: maybe this is related to your arm.
(Y/N): maybe, but please, don't take off my arm, at least let me make the replacement.
Ironwood: don't think of it as taking the arm, think of it as upgrading it, and giving the rest of your gear some tune ups. Speaking of, your weapons seem very damaged, are they in need of many upgrades, your blades seem perfectly up to our standards, however your gun that you attached to your arm seems like it has some wasted potential, and your armour seems to give no protection whatsoever.
(Y/N): yeah, i was planning on upgrading my armour, Opilo got heavily damaged at beacon and I've been thinking about how i would fix it, it's supposed to help me throw physical attacks and land without issues, it uses gravity dust and other dusts but, i haven't used it since i can fly.
Ironwood: could fly, for now it might be in your best interest to get it working again. How about your gun?
(Y/N): Ignis has lost a lot of its potential since I attached it to my arm. I had to lessen the recoil so that rapid fire would not be potentially deadly to myself or others.
Ironwood: it would be wise to instead carry it as a side-arm, while losing a weapon in battle could be fatal, if your opponent is smart enough they can use your weapons against you, even while you wield them.
(Y/N): if i remember correctly, your gun is very powerful, maybe we should have a contest after i finish upgrading it.
Ironwood: That's a good idea, it is always fun to show young huntsmen and huntresses the power of a full fledged huntsman.
(Y/N): Well, I'll see you later.
Ironwood: not so fast, have you forgotten about the doctors coming here to help?
(Y/N): oh right!
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Pietro: Are you sure you want to make a new arm, without your prosthetic?
(Y/N): if I'm going to call it my arm, and if I'm going to name my gun Ignis, then i must use the same parts.
Pietro: You are a fine young man, if you need any help feel free to ask!
(Y/N), freshly on antibiotics, and with much help from Pietro, finished crafting the outer casing for his arm, which he officially named, Ignis Tormentum, equipped with the functions of Opilo's dust powered punches, and Ignis's powerful cannon, however, the gun merely was stored in the arm, and must be held in the hand to fire. He also upgraded his armour at this time, adding a breastplate and making his boots more capable of omnidirectional movement.
Pietro: (Y/N)! Working hard I see, well, I have here with me, Germaine Booth, vice-head of computer programming for prosthetics.
Germaine: It is nice to meet you, Mr. Polendina has tasked me with getting the mechanics of your prosthetic working, and I'd like to interview you on the properties you require.
(Y/N): alright go ahead.
(Y/N) spent the rest of his time that he was waiting for his arm, performing maintenance on his other gear, and interviewing his teammates on what they wanted for their gear.
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The Sparrow. Blake Belladonna X Male Reader
Fanfiction(Y/N) Sparrow is A young huntsman, Follow him as he leads an exciting life at Beacon Academy. Rwby is Owned by Rooster Teeth, this is a non-profit fan-work.
