RWBY: The Dangerous Gamer

Fall

The story start with Evan and Pyrrha in the elevator of the Cross Continental Transmit System tower.

Evan: 'Huh... I know that Ozpin is calling Pyrrha up to his office at this very moment. But, Why the hell am I in the elevator with her?! Ozpin what the hell are you cooking?!'

Pyrrha broke the tense silence, calling out to Evan to seek some clarity amidst the confusion.

Pyrrha: Hey, Evan?

Evan: Hmm?

Pyrrha: Do you have the faintest idea why were called up to the headmaster's office?

Evan: I don't know. Maybe it has to do with me kicking butt at the match earlier.

Pyrrha: (giggle) Speaking of which. You were spectacular out there!

Evan: Oh stop, you're gonna make blush. Plus, you weren't bad yourself out there. You made it to the finals.

Pyrrha: Hehe, thank you.

As the elevator continued its ascent, Pyrrha's anxiety began to grow. She couldn't help but voice her unease.

Pyrrha: This elevator ride is certainly quite long. I'm getting kind of nervous.

Evan: Yeah.. whoever made this elevator should be fired.

Pyrrha: ... Hey Evan?

Evan: Yes?

Pyrrha hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing.

Pyrrha: Do you... believe in destiny?

Evan: 'Oh god, that fucking question' W-What?

Pyrrha: Oh, I'm sorry. It's just, I have never seen someone with such an... interesting personality like yours. And, I was just wondering what is your opinion on it? I-If you don't mind me asking of course!

Evan: N-Nono, it's okay I don't mind. (leaning against the elevator wall, he embarked on an introspective explanation, his words laced with wisdom beyond his years) Well, I'm more of a "fate" kinda guy.

Curiosity mingled with a touch of intrigue in Pyrrha's eyes, urging him to elaborate further.

Evan: It's like, a huge cruel messy game of poker. Some people are luckier than others and some might say that once the cards are drawn, the winners are decided before the game even begins. And you can either be complacent and just roll with it thinking. Or, you can learn when to fold, when to bet, how to read your opponents, and make things play out how you want 'em to.

Confusion flickered across Pyrrha's face, prompting him to explain further.

Evan:  Because if you define 'fate' as a set of events 'pre-written' by a higher being, then you'll also have to define 'fate' as a poorly written script made by someone who is just as clueless as the creatures They're writing the script for. A script, you DEFINITELY have the potential to go against. It is a very weak script. And whether or not someone is 'fated/destined to do something' really stems from whether you perceive that 'something' as bad or not. There is no objective fate. The script was made by a subjective mind.

Pyrrha absorbed his words, her expression a mix of surprise and contemplation.

Pyrrha: I-I see.

Evan: But, does it really matter though?

Pyrrha: (looked at him, curiosity evident in her eyes) Huh? Why do you think that?

Evan: Cause, in the end, we'll still live our lives however we live them. It depends on whether or not you want to live them. After all, fate or destiny is all up to a person's life. Whatever happens at the past or present no matter what, it will always affect their future in some way. And it's only up to us if we want that future to be a good one.