Where Black Rose's Grow (RWBY) (Discontinued)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

Under the sunset, Ha-neul sits in a tree with his team below at a bench. Laid out on the bench is a thick book with empty pages. He is faded in his own world however, looking out to the distant South to the city on the horizon. Before him he sees Ji-woo, a beautiful woman with long hair that reaches her lower back. Her hand is outstretched to him, a gentle smile on her lips, she says: "Gold…" But it was not her voice…
“Gold… Gold. Gold!” Nora calls from below.
He lets out a deep breath from his nose, "Can't a man daydream?"
"We've got to work on the pedia." Jaune reminds him.
"Right…" He hangs upside down from the branch, "What Grimm are you on?"
"King Taijitu, Ren's favorite." Pyrrha informs.
"I don't know much of them, they're mostly subterranean." He flexes his wings and reminds them, "I hate the underground and water."
"Can you draw one?" She asked.
"With reference," he nods, "perhaps."
Dropping, he looms over the bench and the Grimpedia is laid out. He takes the pencil 
from Jaune and the book, he then sketches the dual-headed serpent; a head on both ends, one black and the other white. On it are sharp marks with white and gray bone respectively.
They thank him, but he nods it off and looks to the cafeteria. "I'm going to go eat." He 
tells them before heading off. In there, he eats plate after plate, nearly enough for a small army even. After that he leaves for the dormitory, catching team rwby in the common room.
"Gold, you can fly!" Yang excitedly claims.
"No," he tells them, "bye."
Ruby, from a swarm of rose petals, forms in front of him and cuts him off. "But we need your wings!"
"Is it Grimm?" He asked.
She mumbles out with a questioning undertone, "Well… no?"
He then asks, "Are they mythical creatures?"
"N-No…" She sniffled.
"Does it have anything to do with magical powers from your imagination?"
"Yes! Wait- no!" She thinks and then, "But it does have to do with magic!" She griped
He states, "Magic's not real, grow up."
She sighs out, "But it is, I've seen it. She could control fire, heat, block bullets with her hand, and even make a circle under my feet!"
"... Draw it." He ordered her, handing a piece of folded paper and pen from his pocket.
On it, she attempts her best to sketch the magic circle. It had many scribbles in place of writing, inside it was a circle with a seven pointed star, around it an outer ring with a elven-like design. Next to it she wrote, "fire orange" "made explosions" "shatters metal" and a few other notes. When she handed it to Ha-neul, his brow furrows.
"Do you know who used this?"
"No," Yang interjected, "but we're looking for them and we've got some leads." She then proceeds to give the worst lead imaginable, "They work for Roman Torchwick, we just need to find him."
"You're paying for my dinner." With that said, he opens the window of the fourth floor and jumps out. His wings grow exponentially, and he takes off.
The City of Vale, a very old architecture compared to Atlas and North Mistral, but it holds its own in the survival of life. Ha-neul flies deep into the city, reaching down south to the downtown residential range. The area was dirty, bars go over the windows and every door is double layered. He lands in the river bank that divides them from good and this, his wings shrinking instantly. To then walk around and search space by the bar and dust shop, though with his loss he stays in the night smoking.
In the nightly aura, a man whisper-yelled to Ha-neul, "Hey!"
Shifting slightly to get a view of the man better, he is a grimm-masked man with large antlers on his head, an elk-faunus most likely. Ha-neul looks the man up and down; a white fang soldier. "Not interested."
He attempts to sway, "Come on, don't you want to feel the freedom of those wings without a possible flight violation?"
Thinking, Ha-neul raises from his squat and walks over. They all search for change in a united way, but a way most hate. The man drops down into a manhole and lights a torch, showing the many others that are waiting. They are led into a large empty building, filled with new recruits. The man hands Ha-neul the mask of a recruit, which he puts it over his blindfold before joining the grounds of new work. At the stage, a man in a full mask comes out, only wearing the signature white tailcoat vest over his top.
The sergeant comes on with open arms, "Thank you for coming today. I see many new faces and I want to welcome you to all our brothers and sisters. Today is a very special day, one great visitor has visited this conference. It is without this man, we would not be where we are today; an actual force of nature. Please, give a fine welcome to the Faunus way!"
Coming from behind the curtain, Roman Torchwick exaggerated his entrance with a cane dance. The groups of Faunus boo at the carrot-top and sharply dressed man, but he laughs it off and holds a hand up in a wave. "Yes, yes. It is I, a Human. BUT. Do not let that distract you from the real enemy, them!" He points straight to the sky, "The Humans upstairs, the Humans that really do the dividing, the limiting of powerful Faunus. We! have the same enemy, the man upstairs, and I don't know about you, but I'm looking to shuffle to deck. You all may not be the fighting type, but your support is enough for those going South for our fight; and to those of you who are still doubting my cause- I present to you our latest value! I present the Atlesian Paladin!"
  The curtain is dropped, revealing a piece of tech that has a weapon on every end. "While this piece may be still a testing model, it is only one of many, and trust me, even more is coming."
  Ha-neul moves closer and says to himself, "That piece of junk isn't shit." It was a blocky piece of tech, most definitely it moves in sharp ways instead of the fluid round.
  “You there!” Roman points at him. “You think you know your stuff? Well come on, speak up!”
  Ha-neul shakes his head and shuffles out the crowd, “You speak of strength, and you showed us weakness!”
  He leaves the building and at the corner of the alley scratches the wall deeply before taking off, flying fast to the school. At over a hundred miles per hour, he makes it to the school in little time, landing at the top of a tree to scale down. At the fifth floor windows, he grabs a pinecone and hucks it at their window; then a second one; another; a fourth; a fifth; a sixth, and it was at this point he was fed up and burned the lock of their window to break in. He turns on their lights and sets off their alarm. The girls jump out of their bed, ignoring his presence as they scramble to get into the closet first. However, Blake’s head is the first to look back as the girls froze.
  He says in fake enthusiasm, “Good evening.” Taking off the mask, he tosses it to them. “Roman’s working with the Fang.”
“You-” Weiss grabs the mask and looks back up to him, “How did you find him?”
  In a bored tone, he says, “I’m a Faunus, they let anyone into their meetings.”
  Weiss hands him back his mask and thinks aloud to herself, “So now we just got to discover what they’re planning, then we have to plan how to stop them.”
  “Planning an attack, gathering in the Southeast Quadrant of Vale, system of travel is through the sewers and a series of abandoned buildings. Go find a plug, eat a lot of fish, good fucking luck.” He opens their door and leaves, slamming it shut, causing their window to slam open.