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

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

Inside the dorm room of team rwby, many outfit ideas cover the walls and beds of their bedroom as it begins to spread to the hallway. Blake lays across the swivel chair with pencil in hand as her team lay on the floor, exhaustion dragging their eyes. Yang gives an idea:
“Pant suits?”
“Don’t like ‘em.” Ruby said and then asks, “Dresses?”
“Don’t like it.” Yang said.
“Skirts?” Blake offers.
Yang breathes out, “Worse than dresses.”
Blake throws her pen away and loudly anounces, “We need an artist!”
Weiss thinks and asks the most important question: “Do we know one?”
The team silences, gaining the energy for one call outside their room. “REN!!” They yelled simultaneously.
Running in with panic, Ren breaks into the dorm and down the hall, to find the trash of the room and doorway. “What… is this?”
“Do you know how to draw?”
Ren lets out a long exhale and says, “No, but you can ask Gold.”
Blake’s ear tweeks, “Gold likes to draw?”
“Not sure, we just have two different kinds of weird in our team.” Ren takes a paper and folds it in half, then writes “Gold” on the right and “Jaune” on the left. He explains, “Jaune is expected weird. Gold is unexpected weird.”
The teams looks at the paper between then, “Eh?”

Releasing a swirl of white smoke, Gold sits with a raised knee on the roof of an open middle hanok. He overlooks the cliffside of the shoulder the home rests on, down far below a city peaks through at every clouds passing. Surrounded by a ring of mountains, the city holds close to the Faunus style of building, but the people are far from. Mistral, city of invaders.
Gold looks up as the loud roar of engines gain closer, he stands as the intruding party arrives directing to him. A bullhead, an advanced tiltengine aircraft from the Kingdom of Vale. As the aircraft rotates on its axis, the side doors slide open to Jaune… Jaune waves to Gold and says something under the noise. Gold motions to follow him and then slides off his roof into the courtyard, there the bullhead lands.
“Gold!” Jaune yells, holding out a fist to his friend. However, behind him, four additional people exit the craft.
Gold points a thumb to them, “Why are they here?”
“Oh; they said they needed your help with something.” He then punches his chest, “But then I thought, I can leave early by helping them here!”
“Get the bullhead out of my yard, I’m going inside.” On his metalic arm, he smudges out the cigar and stores it in the forarm. “‘Find me inside, I’ll make some tea.”
Ruby stops beside Jaune and asks, “He looks, sad?”
“No, that’s definitely annoyed.” Jaune told her, he then motions for the bullhead to lift off.
Weiss smugfully remarks, “Maybe he’ll change if I ask him.”

“Get the fuck out of my house!” Gold bursts out, sending the team out the gate. After asking for his hand in art, he kicks them to the snow top and steep stairway of the mountain. He slams the large gates shut.
Weiss bursts her head from a snow pile, “I said let me ask him!”
“You would have made it worse!” Yang retorts.
Weiss throws a snowball at Yang and criticizes, “What’s worse than this!?”
“You asking!” Yang spat.
Weiss digs her way out and pats the snow off her as she stomps to the gate. Looking back, she gives Yang a glare before knocking. Gold cracks the gate open.
Yang looks to her team and whispers, “It’s not going to work.”
“What if it does?” Ruby whispered back.
“Then Yang was wrong.” Blake muttered.
As they mumble to each other, Gold allows Weiss to enter the home. “This place is very important to me, the most imortant. I refuse any disrespect in these walls.”
“How old is this place?” Weiss tip toes behind him, scared that her own light weight would not be supported.
“Somewhere over nine hundred years.” He answered.
She looks at her reflection of the floor, “So old…”
His fingers twitch at that, but he passes it off and exits the back, going to long stairs. He lighs the two torches to them before stepping back and bowing on his knees. He does this once more before going back inside.
“That was…?” Weiss leads on.
“The path to  my ancesteral grove, where my family has been put to rest.” He knees at the table at the back door room, “Those torches are to allow them between grove and home.” He motions across from him, “It’s rare visitors are here, so I wish for them to meet you.”
She, despite a shiver running down her spine, still knees across from him. She asks, “Did you come here to pay respect?”
“That, and to celebrate my birthday; it is tomorrow, the fourth.” Tapping the table, a gold light forms between the two two cups of steaming tea. He releases a tired sigh as his aura flickers, “My semblance, I named it Fabricate.”
“You can create objects?” Weiss takes her tea and relaxes as its scent of sweetness waffs in the room. “It smells like a good semblance.”
“I can create anything, but it takes from me.” He places his scroll on the table, his aura deep in the red guage. “A perminant take from my soul, and by tomorrow, I will have none.”
Weiss’ eyes shoot open as she does across the table, she exclaims, “That’ll kill you!”
“Possibly. We don’t know what it will do.” He places his cup to her lips. Calmly, he says, “I am ancient, I waited to see how long I can last and failed to reach the time I set. I had the love of my life once, and outlived her by ninefold.”
She sips the tea and calms as the thick and warm liquid warms her to the core, much as honey with hearty herbs. As she sits he vision becomes, odd, the world becomes dull with the only colors being that of fire and the aura of life. The small flower in he center table has petals of blue fiery aura, as her own and Gold’s can be seen. But, beside Gold, Ji-woo sits beside him with an arm locked with his. To Weiss’ left of the table, a woman that looks much as Gold, however she has a long bushy tail, drinks a tea of her own. A couple others are around the room, doing their own things. However, one thing is the same between them all, every one wears a white robe.
“You’re the first not of my family to see them.” He sips the tea and smiles as Ji-woo comes to his sight. “My aura, the largest take from it, was the creation of this tea.”
The woman that looks similar to Gold comments, “She’s pretty, I’d give her that. You should stay in your league, brother.”
Gold blushes but looks down, Ji-woo attempts to lift his chin but cannot move him. She kisses his cheek and rests her head on his upperarm. “Yeobo, go on.”
“I cannot.” From his robe, he takes out a flask and refills the sip from his tea. “I’m sorry for them, Weiss. This is Ji-woo, my wife. She is Ri-neul, my little sister.”
Weiss holds her head as confusion comes, “I don’t- did you drug me?”
“Please, if I drugged you I’d be sleeping happily.” From his arm, he takes out his cigar and pats around for a lighter. As he does, he admits, “I’m interested in you, Weiss. That is how I will leave it.”
Slowly, the world regains its natural color for the two. The separation disheartens Gold, but he takes a very large swing from his flask. The tea stops steaming and when she drinks it, however, it tastes of honey and mint this time. She asks him quiestly;
“In-Interested how?”
Finding his lighter, he lights the bud against and moves to the doorway. “I said I’ll leave it at that. Lets talk about why you’re here, annoying as it may be.”
“We wanted to dress in matching team uniforms, but we can’t agree with each other. So we thought a outside view could help.”
“I can think of something or another;” nodding, he motions for her to follow as he crosses the courtyard. “you must get the team to do something, however.”
The knocking of the gate makes her jump, “... What?”
“Anything I design will not go unused.” From a closet, he brings out an easel. “Agreed?”
“I can’t really-”
“Agreed?”
“Yes.”

Through gritted teeth, Yang asks Weiss, “How long do we have to stand here?”
“You don’t.” Gold tells them, then reveals, “I just thought you standing for three hours was funny.” He laughs quietly as the large landscape blocks his view of them. “Ruby, that cloak was a challenge, but I know better.”
Ruby is the first and completed, with both outfit and weapon changed. Her hair is cut more straight in a bob, having the left longer than the right. Her stance is heroic-like, a raised foot on a rock with her weapon outstretched as though it is a flag. She wears a black cheongasm with a red cloak around her. Under the dress she wears black tights with a white rose design up the sides. Up to her high thigh, she has on slim boots that on the right calf is a dagger. The cheongasm is black with a red outline, having on red vines that go up to a white rose that blooms over her breast. Her red cloak has a white heater shield with it crossed off in four, having the team’s emblems inside; hers’ being the top. Standing up in her right hand, her scythe is now a warscythe: the blade is off pole and a bayonette in type, the pole being the rifle. The top as a loading tube with a bolt system, using a lever as a trigger. The shaft is black, blade is red.
Weiss faces with her back to it, looking back with her sword down i her left hand. Her hair is centered in a low ponytail with a braid tube and icy pin. She wears a pale blue short robe shirt and tight black pants. She too wears thigh boots that have many straps. Her short robe is tucked into the pants and she wears a long white coat with black fur lining and tight cuffs, around her waist over the coat is a belt. In the back of the coat is the same heater shield as Ruby; her emblem on top this time. The sword is just a hilt with a rapier style. Under her is an assortment of pommels with magazines of dust.
Blake has a change to her sword and sheath, standing heroically backwards, she looks up to the sky. Her hair is tied into a bun with a purple ribbon, her ear left out. She wears high waisted pants with high ankle leather dress boots, having lace boots. Her pants are black that fade to purple as they lower. She has on a white shirt that is tucked and a black slim tailcoat with a shawl lapel. In the center back is the four emblems of the team; her emblem on top. She doesn’t wear a tie, but does have a shoulder cape that is black and fades to purple. On her left hip is a scabbard that is black with silver metal and a purple flame in the center. I her right hand is a messer with a purple blade and black hilt, a purple wrapping is on the handle with a triangle pattern.
Yang dresses in an oddly formal street wear, facing directly to the back right and looking to. Her hair is cut short to neck length with a single tail that is very long. She wears an open leather jacket with a yellow crop top under. She wears black leather pants that have a golden dragon design coiling around the right leg and continuing up her jacket, the dragon ending around her colar with the head over her heart. Her jacket has short sleeves, she wears tall gloves that reach under her elbows. Over her gloves, she has metal braces that have spikes over the knuckles and double barrels on the arm.
He turns the painting and steps back, allowing them all to inspect it.
Yang asks him, “What is the style of it?”
“Modern south Mistral, it’s the style I know best.” Gold explains, “But I mixed some influence to it. Ruby has her cloak to symbolize Vale, Weiss has fur to show Atlas, Blake has kama which is popular in Menagerie, and Yang’s Mistrali.”
Yang’s hair floats as fire coats it, she erupts, “I’m Valean; why is my hair cut!”
“Oh… Well I had thought because of your name, sorry.” He ponders as he looks at the painting and then Yang again, “I like that better; focuses the hair as a mane with a fin, like a dragon.”
“Well-” she huffs and looks away with crossed arms, “maybe when you it like that.”
“Why am I the only one wearing a dress?” Ruby waves her arms in a tantrum, yelling, “But I’m wearing boots to mid-thigh!”
Gold mumbles under the wind, “This is why I gave you a karen bob…”
“I like them.” Jaune states.
“So, overall vote?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Too bad Ruby, my design wins.”