Old Soul ( RWBY Fanfic with my OC)

Chapter 41

" Don't. I'm not that good with sign language." He said in an even tone. " You ever wonder what you're voice would've been like?" She gave no response. " You see, my semblance allows me to link minds with another person. Our memories and thoughts would be linked. And within a person's mind, believe it or not, lies their voices. True voices. Meaning if I were to link our heads, I'd be able to know you'd sound like." Neo blinked twice. " I've heard Pen and Miki's before. He sounded gravelly but smooth at the same time and Miki sounded real sweet. I won't pry any further unless you let me." She glared at him, how dare he peak into her head. " Don't give me that look. I'm sorry but listen, if we know what kind of person you really are, we might let you live. So what do you say?"

" Welcome to Vacuo, everyone!" The headmistress of Shade Academy said enthusiastically to every student in the hall. She had covered most of her face and figure with her hooded cloak. " We are honored to be hosting the 41st Vytal Festival this year. It's going to be very exciting, especially being my first year as headmistress. Although we had to make a few changes for some of the events, I'm sure we'll all have a wonderful time together here. Ah, I can hardly wait." She admitted and they could hear the sincerity and enthusiasm in her voice. She was really happy to see them. " Well then, that will be all. You're all dismissed."

" She looked familiar," Blake said as they exited the hall.

" Hey, team RWBY and team JNOR." One of the girls from team NDGO called them. " The headmistress wants to see you. She said she needed to talk to you guys about Beacon." They glanced at each other and thanked her. " Oh and uh, it's good to see guys doing alright." They said goodbye and headed to the headmistress' office. Unlike Haven and Beacon, her office is at the edge of the garden, a whole little building to herself. They knocked and opened the door.

" It's good to see you all again." Zea said as she took off her cloak and approached them. Ruby wanted to hug her but fell right through. " I can't maintain my physical form for so long, I'm sorry...I really wanted that hug." She smiled apologetically and was greeted enthusiastically.

" It's been a while, so this is where you were...so is Veena here too?" Jaune asked her.

" Why yes. Unfortunately, I'm still putting her on rest until she gets into her new sleeping schedule. She's so...worrisome at times. Which reminds me, thank you for distracting the other day. I'll be happy to answer any question you have in return."

" Ooh, me first!" Nora said cheerfully. " What's up with her to be like...that?" Zea sighed and nodded.

" Well, she's been refusing to tell me specifically...but I think I have the gist of it. She mumbles a lot to herself when she loses more than 24 hours of sleep." She took a breath and glanced at the room with a worried look. " She's afraid. Of what, I'm not sure. Not of Salem, but she's scared of something. I remember hearing her say, ' No matter what I do, someone dies. One lives, one dies, one lost, one saved and one damned for the rest of their life....' It scares me just knowing how worried she is. Of herself and all of you." They gave her confused looks. " I'm already dead, so there's no need for fuss. I think she really cares about you lot. Or maybe she's afraid to lose someone important to her."

" Would they actually be able to come  back? Like Ruby's mom." Weiss said skepticaly.

" You see, not all souls can leave a mark, a fraction of themselves. Those who do are bound by not just empty promises but it must be strengthened by the strongest emotions. They either leave apart of them poetically, in the hearts and memories of loved ones, or physically. In which their aura take form and leave a fragment of the soul onto the physical world as their feelings give them form. Among my theory for the spirits' existence is just among the forms these fragments can take, personality may also be a factor that shapes their form. Another theory suggested by Veena is that the spirits came from the pool of light. If the pool of darkness continuously creates grimm, then it would be logical for the pool of light to be the source of the spirits. So far, we've concluded that the spirits are notably a form of life and are also embodiments of energy and emotion combined. It's simply beautiful once you take a good look at it. Anything else you'd like to know before I close up for today? We can continue tomorrow."