King of Hatred - RWBY

Ch.24 [ Alive ]

[Would you like to use 'Mystery Box?]

Yes.

[Choose your category, like in shop and put an amount of points.]

Hmm... if I'd put a single point in Semblance, I can easily say it'll be shit...

But if I go with more points, I might get multiple shits... or go all in?

Me: Yeah... All in, Semblance category.

[Putting 264 thousand points... set category, Semblance]

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[Mystery Box is ready... opening...]

[Received Semblances]

[Overactive Imagination]
[Pocket Dimension]
[Multi-Strike]

Three...? That's more than I expected.

Me: Explain them.

[Overactive Imagination:
Thousands of small polygon-like glass shard pieces will fly off your body, and around it.
Allowing you to change your looks and voice.
*Illusions will disperse upon a hit]
[Pocket Dimension:
Semblance capable of storing pretty much anything, except living.
*Requires short distance between user and desired item.]
[Multi-Strike:
Coat your weapon with Aura, to create 'after images' which also attack after striking a target. Each bonus strike deals about half of main attacks damage.
*More Aura = More Strikes]

That's useful, very useful.

Me: Hey, Ashborn. Next Trial?

'No, it was amusing as it was. Next Trial will be available when you'll receive a message, and for now? Off to Vale with you.' Says Ashborn, as I suddenly appear in.... Vale?

Jeez... look at him changing his word...

Now, how do I use the new Semblances?
Keywords again?

[Overactive Imagination doesn't require 'keyword'.]
[Just... think.]

'

That was unexpected system.' I mutter under my nose... as slowly particles surround me...

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(*No Pov*) (Some time later)

'This is boring, he left years ago and didn't even send a letter!' Thought Aelia, as she sat in one of bullheads going towards Beacon.

...

'Beacon, Beacon Bacon!' Shouted loudly a tanned girl, as another nearly identical to her sat her down.

'Calm down, and you better pray that we will be in the same team.' Said other tanned girl, as first one simply hugged her.

'This is going to be FUN!/Annoying...' Sisters thought.

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'Four years... and I'll be official huntsman.' Thought a boy with green hair, as he looked at some stupid compilations on his scroll.