Remnant 1: Last of The Abyss

Chapter 4: Sudden Meetings

Part 4

The skies were darkening when they left the beach, and for the first time the Darkwraith saw the moon slowly become visible in the night sky where an unending sunlight would be. It was a sad sight, with all the bits and pieces of the white orb floating nearby. The two fellows had many things to say after their reunion. "Wait, you thought that witch had the dark soul? That's hilarious! She may have strange powers the likes of me or you have never seen, but she's still just and undead like us." patches laughed. Unbreakable Patches and The Darkwraith were seated on the deck of Patches boat. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small either, and was made of a dark-ish wood and grey metal.

It was made to fit five to six passengers, with a below deck and a cabin towards the back. It had two small masts with black sails instead of an engine, due to the sound of the machine being a target for underwater Grimm, and three emergency motors on the back. "We laughed at this falsehood as well."

"So, your really gonna keep looking for it, aren't you?" Patches asked after a while. "It is our purpose." The Darkwraith responded. "Well, if your willing to have my company for a while, I may, and just a reminder, it's only a possibility not a certainty, I may know where it could be, well, within a large area that is." without a moment's hesitation the Darkwraith turned to face him, "We shall accept your invitation."

"Just one thing really, you haven't gone and killed anyone, have you?"

After some thought, "there is a... possibility that such a thing may have happened."

"And how many?" patches shoulders slouched.

"At least a village or so."

Patches put his elbows on his knees and rested his face in his hands, "Did anyone live to tell the tale?"

"There is also a possibility of that as well."

"Can you just give me actual answers, maybe a yes or no here and there?!"

"Then yes to all questions."

"Why are you bloody things always like this." he got up. "Well, what's done is done. We'll be on the other shore here in a couple minutes, and I have just the cloak for the job."

The cloak in question was rather large, covering the Darkwraith like a blanket so that the skull of his face was slightly visible, if you were close enough to see it without dying, that is. When they docked, patches paid the boat master to keep it there for a month or two. As they traveled down the dock and into the town, people would look at the Darkwraith strangely, but went back to their business once the saw patches. "These people, they seem to trust you in some manner."

"True, true. So don't go killing anyone or they'll hate me for bringing you along. Trust me, growing this reputation wasn't easy. Had to kick some greedy bugers, if you understand my meaning."

"You kicked humans off of cliffs."

"No."

"Bridges?"

"No."

"High walls?"

"No- well, maybe a bit, buts that's not what i mean. This town was once a poor little place, felt like an undead settlement really. Took all the trinkets i maaaay have stolen, but with good reason. Helped this little town, I did, got it in tip-top shape. Of course, a greedless man such as myself couldn't take all the little nick-nacks they tried to give me, just didn't feel right. Except for for the children n' such, with their innocence and all. Every now and then I teach em a bit about my way of life." Patches said cheerfully.

"You teach them how to kick humans off of-"

"NO, NO, NO!! I teach em about being greedless and the bad points in man's true nature. With all the faunus kids around, someones got to make sure they don't go joining the white fang and killing themselves."