Internal thoughts/Internal monologue - "That's an... interesting pair of pajamas..."
Modified Voice/Dramatic Effect - "This was not an accident..."
Dialogue actions - *Clears throat*/*Sighs lightly*/*Sighs heavily*
[System] box/dialog box - [Welcome, Player...]
E/C = Eye Color.
[Y/N's P.O.V.]
[EverDust Hotel, Room #13]
[Canon Starts: 2 weeks/14 days]
[Time: 4:00 P.M.] (2 hours have passed since the last chapter.)
As I finish the cleaning and maintenance on Kanshou & Bakuya, and Modified Sundered Rose (M.S.R.), a name suddenly clicks into my head. Looking over at Summer, and her Sundered Rose, I've noticed she can't use the added Scythe mode, unless she were to wield my modified version. Which tells me that while they look identical from the outside, they are unique.
Meaning that even after I modified my version of Sundered Rose, Summer's original Sundered Rose was simultaneously modified, and left intact. They are both the Original Sundered Rose, and my own Sundered Rose. Summer's from ten years ago when she faced Salem, and mine, which appears to have aged a bit before I repaired and cleaned it before having The Blacksmith modify it.
Me: "Hey, Summer? I was thinking while cleaning my version of Sundered Rose, how do you feel about renaming my version? That way we're not stumbling over each other on what our weapons are named?"
Summer: "*After a moment of thought* That's actually not a bad idea, did you come up with a name yet?"
I close my eyes and hum for a moment, trying to come up with a name. As I'm doing this I begin to hear whispers. The voice is familiar to me, yet distant. As if the voice is coming from a far, far distance away. I recognize it's not one of my Shadows' voices, as those would resonate from within my own mind, or from behind or underneath me, as they are contained within my own Shadow.
I focus onto the voice, that voice which brings back some fond memories from an old school I used to attend. "...Grave...Thus Kindly I Scatter...King Of The Dead..." For a short time, the whisper fades away, as if it's taking a breathe to speak further, "Wilting...Decayed...Ashen..."
Hearing the last of the whisper, before it subsides, and I assume my old friend is back to his own daily routine, leaves me a nostalgic smile, and a light chuckle.
Me: "Yeah, but I didn't come up with it entirely on my own. An old friend gave me some ideas, particularly because of you and myself. I'll call my Modified Sundered Rose, Ashen Rose, from now on."
Summer: "Ooooo I like that name!*Cutely cocking her head to the side a bit, like a puppy would* Hmm? What did you mean because of you and me?"
Me: "Well, all things considered, you should be dead. However since your soul is taking refuge, and I didn't reject it, you're still alive because of who I am. Had this incident occurred with anyone else, it would've had to be a powerful semblance to pull it off."
Summer: "That does leave me curious, though. Ozpin has said he's fought Salem for countless years, countless lifetimes. And even the fights that Jinn showed my team and I, Salem was never left with a scar. What do you mean who you are? How did you leave a scar on Salem, let alone how she didn't kill you after she put her hand straight through your chest and ripping your heart out?"
I smirk a little at this, because I can partly assume her reaction, as well as the fact she sounds worried, as if I were her lover that came home injured.
Me: "Well, have you ever noticed, even if we are in a situation where we could be attacked, like in The Demon Tower, but never were?"
Summer: "Yeah, but you also said we should be safe... and your presence, and what we've been through up to that point, I felt completely safe and trusting of your words."
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