Rwby react to something

A corruptive revamp

I will be honest. This suggestion is a remake from a rwby fanfiction. And because of Wattpads guidelines to not get potentially banned, because it is still ongoing and maybe personal preferences, it will be very different then the original. So don't exspect it to be similar to the original story. 

Well i don't own Rwby, the pictures or the fanfic "Corruption" from author Landunder. Check him out by the way as my free bit of advertisement.

And yes. I will push it away from the reader x Salem story direction into a different one. Basicly. Imagine a completely different story with the "Corruption" story as a baseline. 

A vague baseline. With the baseline being made out of water. Which was spilled on concrete. In the sun. In summer. ... Did i already tell you how vaque that is. 

Because... ehm... while the story is good... i don't like it. It was a good story i am not gonna deny that. It is just a difference in taste. Like how some people love to listen to heavy metal while other people like to listen to techno. Or how i don't understand what is so great on the movie "fight club" while my sister watched it 20 times in a span of 10 month.

But i still try to make it "my version" of it like requested. Even if it is vastly different because of the mentioned reasons.

"Well that is weird." said Knight as he got a notice. "Why is that?" asked Salem. "Well i got a notice that i should play something concerning the... "children talk" a few decades ago. So if you are ok with that?" asked Knight. "Oh... No stress. You can do it." said Salem.

"What do you mean with "children talk"? Don't tell me you are pregnant again! I am not the dad!" said Ozpin. "Nope. That is not the case. Probably never will be with the grimm matter clogging everything up." said Salem before remembering the talk she had with Knight in the little Ramen shop in mistral.

(Flashback Flashbang! "kaboom". It was 12 years ago. To give you a time refference. Summer just dissappeared.)

"So because you are mostly grimm now you can't get children. I thought that worked when you were with Ozzy?" said Knight while he was sipping his drink. They just came back from exterminating bandits and had as always began drinking and eating ramen as celebration for their victory. The discussion was produced as Salem saw a small orphanage that they passed on the way. As always has the owner closed the ramen shop and bar and so that the two immortals can enjoy their meals alone.

"Yep. Apparently some divine hokus pokus which makes me more grimm the older i get. ... Not that i would want to get more. I don't think that i would be able survive it if lose them a second time with my immortality." said Salem who was sitting in her bar seat while sitting above Ramen while she was visibly drunk. "Even if i wanted to see them grow up." said Salem before drinking the whole bottle of vodka in one go before she began to salt her ramen with her tears.

Not knowing what to do he simply put silently a hand on her shoulder while she cried silently, making sure that she atleast has a shoulder to cry herself out. Crying herself out she did.

They then both heared the door opening. "Ehm... sorry." said Argentum, the owner of the shop, who heared the whole conversation and quietly put the bottles with alcohol on the counter. "Don't worry Argent. Was about to be finished." said Salem while drying her tears. "May i give some advice. Sure i might not be immortal but your friend here looks like a fish out of water." said Argentum while Knight looked completely clueless. 

"Sure. But i warn ya. Knight here has already done his best on the "Simply try to life every day as if it is your last" front." said Salem. "Well then i only have two things to say. One is an advice the other is a favour to ask. The advice is as long as you remember them they will still life with you. Even if you shouldn't let yourself drown yourself in the memorys and possibilities. Atleast not like me." said Argentum while looking at the white caped picture of his daughter and her children.