White Whistle Of Remnant (RWBY x Made In Abyss)

The Immovable's Journey Outwards

The earthy smells of the second layer are suffocating at worst and soul-crushing at best to those who occupy its space. The boundless scales of its distorted wildlife envelope all as its woodland twists and turns into unfathomable positions. But yet, amidst the bleakness of the abyss lies a small party that calls it home. Ozen, The Immovable, and white whistle holder, alongside her subterranean bandits.

"Simred, Yelme, Zapo, Marulk."

Today marks the day of her second to last departure. To complete your last dive into the abyss signals the end. Guarded by the Ido Front bastion, trekking there is a terror of its own, to go further is to embrace the abyss in search of selfish knowledge, with nil chance of return.

"Today, I announce the second of my last dive, I, shall be leaving the abyss temporarily."

While not impossible to ascend from the Ido Front via less than humane actions, to those lacking in them, ascension would be impossible. Unfortunately, the curse of being delver is that of acquisition of insight into things of all stature and meaning. To descend for a final time without all queries answered would leave most maddened.

"For what purpose may I ask Ozen?"

"Simred, for all your competence amongst the others, surely you must understand why."

"I wish to see what lies beyond the mountains of Orth, and beyond that, its seas. Delvers of all people must understand why? My mind has been made, and I wish to hear no attempt to change it. In my leave, I expect all of you to take care of the seeker camp."

"Do not look distraught. My absence is a necessary one. Particularly you, Marulk."

" I assume none of you have qualms with this? If so, I will be departing no-"

"Wait!"

"Of course, you would, Marulk."

"Something you want, brat?"

The stiffness of Ozen's body disfigured by her attempts at survival, thousand-man pins, one hundred and twenty or so, littered throughout her body, used to grant strength beyond oneself. And yet, here it is, held by one effeminate-looking child. A warmth unsung cuddle against her leg.

"Marulk, your just so much like her. It pains me just as much as you do."

"Marulk, I won't hear what you have to say, as my apprentice. I'm expecting you to be competent without me."

"That's not it! J-just come back okay?"

Marulk...

"Hmph"

A swift waggle removes him from the leg of the towering figure. Much to the dismay of the receiver

"Just keep the place warm for me, Marulk."

"Oh...Marulk"

"And if any of you were to harm my apprentice, I'll force you into performing your last dive without any gear."

"Yes! Lord Ozen!"

"Good-for-nothing bandits, following me without any fear. I pray for your safety."

"Good...Gooood. Do what you must to survive. Im unsure when I will return, but I hope to bear many relics when I do."

Stepping out into a crass chain-operated elevator, Ozen would soon take one final look at her camp and companions surveying her leave. Salutes from three and a shy wave from Simred.

"Stay safe you four...Now then, how do I get up again?"

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Trials and tribulations of tree climbing, hugging, and objectively rage-fueled bark maiming later, the second layer was finally reached. The bright rays of the sunning finally perched themselves onto the few remaining parts of the woodland.