Temporal Predator and Phantom Ghost (OCs X RWBY Vol4+)

Remnants of Hope?

Yeta let out a sigh as he watched the two Xiao Longs engage in Hand to Hand combat, Tai seeming quite the Martial Artist as the two engaged, the ex-pilot sitting on a tree branch as he watched Yang get knocked to the floor.

"Although, that could use some work too." Tai remarked, referring to her physical balance as she laid on the ground. Tai kneeled down and grabbed a sweat rag from Zwei, which was still a fierce opponent to Yeta, however also a valuable weapon, having used him as a projectile against a Deathstalker.
"Meaning?" Yang questioned as she took a deep breath, still staring up at the sky.

"...You know, I saw your tournament fights…" Tai coldy stated, causing Double-Y to both go stiff.

Oh shit. This is how I die.

"...I- look, I was in a tight situation-" Yang attempted to defend herself, flustered at the mention of the "Vytal Grind Incident," as everyone called it.
"You could have just shot Ember Celica out of that, you know. But at least I learned your flaws in that fight." Tai remarked as he wiped the sweat down.

"...and is that the fact I basically sexually assaulted my boyfriend?" Yang questioned as she pulled herself up, unamused.
"Well, you're perverted, you're stubborn, predictable- and maybe a little boneheaded." Tai remarked, a smaller grin than usual on his face.

"Had I known that you'd be such a party freak, maybe I would have been a little more…-" Tai was cut off by his daughter, who was now facing him.
"What do you mean by 'Party Freak?' I'm-" The blonde was cut off by the white-eyed ex-pilot sitting in the tree.

"Yang, I saw how you were with large groups- not to mention that you had your first time at 17." He stated as he looked down at her, causing the golden blonde to pick up a stone and throw it at him, in which he caught it with closed eyes.

"And like he said, Predictable." Yeta said as he threw the stone at another tree, in which it ricocheted off towards the tree he was on, before hitting Yang in the face, causing the blonde to glare up at him with red eyes.
"Don't be mad because you didn't see it coming." Tai defended the ex-pilot, who relaxed in the tree branch as the blonde's began to discuss Yang's semblance.

"Look, other than the round where your boyfriend pussied out on you- I'm using this language since it seems someone is rubbing off on you too much." Tai stated as he glanced up at Yeta, who didn't have a care in the world.
"The fuck's that supposed to mean?" She snapped, before feeling a hand on her shoulder.

"You used your semblance to win every fight after the qualifiers, besides the one with Yeta and his partner. I'm still not sure what their semblances are, but they're definitely crazy." Tai chuckled as he met his daughter's lilac eyes.
"Yours may not be whatever theirs is, Yeta’s teleporting or whatever, but you can dish out damage that you receive twice as hard!" Tai remarked, Yang only getting sadder.

Right. No one really knows what mine is besides Ghost.

The pair continued to chatter, before a small black Raven landed on Yeta’s chest, causing the ex-pilot to grin.
"Checking on your daughter, eh?" Yeta quietly muttered as he tilted his head, in which the raven seemed to glare at him.

"Don't get pissed at me. You're the one who tried to pull a Vergil and failed." Yeta quietly snapped back, in which he quietly yelled as the Raven pecked at his nose.

"Hey, fuck off!" He whispered, before falling out of the tree and landing. Yeta heard the mention of Raven from Tai, which he ignored as he hopped right back up to the tree branch. Yeta sat right next to the small black bird as the two blondes began to spar once more.

Still a little bit confused on how she knew Utah…

…

YELO silently screamed in joy inside of Blake's necklace as Ilia's electric whip pierced into Sun's left upper pec, the monkey faunus screaming in pain before he fell over, the AI having caught a 60 FPS screenshot slideshow of the asshole getting what he deserved, as Ilia Amitola pointed her whip towards Blake, her skin tomato red and her scales and hair a neon green.
"Give it to me." Ilia softly ordered, an angry look in her eyes.