Rooster Teeth (was RWBY)

[Ravenhull]

Meanwhile, back in his recaps (if you are a RWBY fan, this blog is a fun one to follow), Matt the Mammoth Rider reveals the real reason Coco stopped Velvet:



Just a cute picture I found while searching for another:


Ah, here it is:

(Seen this one paired with one of CFVY all standing around looking at a mushroom cloud rise in the distance.)

Do get a chuckle in that Velvet was created as a minor character just to show how faunus are treated. Guess they made a 'mistake' making her a cute bunny girl. ;)

[Azrael]

That bunny in the case should be white.

[vampire hunter D]

Maybe the box is a magazine for Holy Hand Grenades

[mac2]

I blame you people for this. I've never had the urge to write fanfic before. I started designing a RWBY weapon in my head. Once I had the weapon I needed a character to use it and then a story for that character. Before I knew it I had typed up a 2k word intro to a story I never intended to write.

I haven't decided if I'm going to post it anywhere or even write more. Anyone interested enough to look and give me an opinion?

[vampire hunter D]

I'm curious what the weapon is at least

[Searcher]

[mac2]

Okay, here goes nothing. Intro, Part 1 of 4

A tall figure stood at the edge of a cracked concrete landing pad, silhouetted by the setting sun. Behind him a sprawling rail terminal bustled with activity even as daylight faded. This was literally the end of the line. The furthest the Kingdom of Vale had reached into the heart of the continent of Vytal. The figure looked out over a wasteland, thinking about the thousands of miles of uninhabited wilderness stretching between this small point of light and similar lights creeping out from Vacuo. The work would continue into the night. If everything went as planned in the next few weeks a new light would appear, pushing back the darkness a little more.

At the sound of approaching engines the figure turned to watch a tilt-rotor airship coming in for a landing. The airship set down but didn’t kill its engines. The side door slid open and a group of teenagers jumped out. There were eight in the group, and they all hunched over and ran to get clear of the rotor wash. Once they reached a safe distance the loadmaster kicked out two large black cases and closed the door. The airship went light on its skids and lifted off. The leader of the passengers, a petite girl dressed in red and black, waved cheerfully at the pilot. When he had reached a safe altitude the pilot twitched the aircraft’s wings in a salute before circling the pad and departing rapidly toward the northeast.

The eight young men and women naturally shook down into two groups of four, the standard size for a Beacon Academy training team. They checked weapons and adjusted pack straps, then turned as a group to study the figure walking toward them.

They saw a broad shouldered man, half a head taller than their tallest teammate. He appeared somewhat stretched, like his legs were slightly too long for his torso. He wore clothes designed for extended time in the field. Well broken in boots, khaki pants with leather brush guards covering the legs from mid thigh to ankle, a chamois shirt in a warm brick color. His face was handsome enough, but dominated by a larger than average nose. Warm brown eyes were shaded by the wide brim of a battered, almost shapeless hat. Uneven locks of sandy blond hair hung almost to his collar. Like all properly dressed Huntsmen, he was armed. A compact firearm, some sort of bullpup or carbine, rode a shoulder sling.

The strangest thing about the man took a moment to sink in. That beat up old hat had two holes cut in the sides to allow a pair of long pointed ears to stand up from the top of his head. He was a faunus, with apparent equine attributes.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Roan Nelson. I will be your mentor for the next month.” His voice was deep and smooth, and he spoke slowly. It was as if he chose his words carefully and expected his audience to be patient while he did so. “Professor Ozpin personally asked me to take you under my wing for this mission. Your headmaster indicated that a trip into howling wilderness inhabited by thousands of creatures that want to eat you would be preferable to you spending your summer break in Vale, after the disaster at the festival. I gather it turned into a serious clusterfuck, there at the end.”

[mac2]

Intro, Part 2 of 4

The last statement was made humorously, but the students just looked sheepish. A couple of them blushed at his use of profanity. They’d just have to get used to it. That’s how people out here talked. Roan decided to move on. “You have been apprenticed to my team, which has been hired for an escort mission. Can anyone tell me what that will entail?”

The tall blonde girl whispered in her partner’s ear, “Apprenticed? That means we’re not getting paid, right?”

“That’s right Miss Xiao Long. We are providing food, shelter, and all the ammunition you can use, so I wouldn’t complain too much.” He smiled to take the sting out of his words but Yang stiffened to something like attention anyway. Oh, well. They’d relax eventually. He continued, “Anyone else?”

One of the other girls standing with Yang and her partner raised her hand. White hair, white clothes, a little cold and distant looking, that would be Weiss. The Schnee Dust Company heiress should have some idea what they were trying to accomplish. She might also have some problems with roughing it. Ozpin had forwarded all of the student’s files. Roan had memorized their names and other necessary info. He nodded to her.

“Yes, sir. We will be providing convoy security en route and area security once we reach our destination for an expedition attempting to establish a new Dust mining outpost. We will also be conducting sweeps of the work zone to ensure there is minimal threat to the mine workers, support staff, and their families.”

“That is an…accurate summary, Ms. Schnee. Let me guess. Oobleck briefed you before you left Beacon, right?” She nodded, confused. “I thought so. That could have come directly from his mouth, just at double speed. Everyone, I have a favor to ask. You’re not at school now, and we’re not big on formality on the frontier anyway. If I ask a question and you can answer, do so. And drop the ‘Sir’s. My team would laugh themselves sick if they heard anyone call me that or Mr. Nelson. To my team I’m just Roan, or Boss if you have to use a title. For the duration of the mission I consider you to be part of my team.”

Roan looked each of the students in the eye to gauge their reactions. They all gazed back with varying levels of confidence. He saw a group of strong, talented Huntsmen- and Huntresses-in-training and decided to make his feelings clear.

“Ozpin spoke highly of you all. There are few people on Remnant that I hold in higher regard, and so far I agree with his assessment. He said you showed great promise and that one day you would uphold the proud tradition of defending the people of the world. My team is one of the best in the business when it comes to hostile territory escort. Stick close, keep your eyes and ears open, and learn as much as you can. It won’t be an easy trip, and you’ll work harder than you ever have before. But we’ll get you through this, and maybe the next time we work together we’ll all be making the big bucks.” That finally got a grin out of Yang. The others practically glowed under his praise.

[mac2]

Intro, Part 3 of 4

“Everyone grab your gear. We’re hitting the trail at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow, so get as much rest as you can. I do want the team leaders to come with me. There’s a final meeting with the expedition leaders and Teamsters officers. I’d like you to sit in.” Ruby, the girl who had waved so happily earlier, and the blond boy in light armor, Jaune, both nodded their understanding.

Ozpin had included a note in his briefing to keep a close eye on the leader of Team JNPR. Apparently he was more talented that first impressions indicated. If nothing else he had a set of giant brass balls for trying to put one over on Ozpin. That was probably why Jaune had gotten a chance at Beacon in the first place.

Yang and Nora, the shorter redheaded girl from Team JNPR, each grabbed one of the heavy looking cases and easily slung them onto one shoulder. Roan just grinned. They were still growing them tough at Beacon. The whole group started walking toward the buildings of the rail depot. Roan was stopped by a quiet voice behind him. He waved the others ahead and turned to look at Ruby.

“Mr. N…Roan, Boss?” She stuttered bashfully. “I really like weapons and I especially like seeing new ones andIwaswonderingifIcouldlookatyoursplease?” Her speech had steadily increased in speed, until the last sentence came out as one long word. That had been in another note from Ozpin. The girl was absolutely adorable, but also absolutely deadly with her giant sniper-scythe. You just had to accept her constant level of enthusiasm.

Roan shrugged out of his weapon’s sling and opened the action, expertly catching the ejected shell as it flew through the air. He showed Ruby the empty chamber before handing it over so she could get a closer look. The metal parts were coated matte black and the polymer parts had looked the same. On closer inspection they were actually dark midnight blue. While she took in every detail he rattled off the specs that only another weapon nut would appreciate.

“I call it Bluesteel. It’s a pump action bullpup shotgun. Dual magazine tubes with a manual selector switch. Left and right for the respective mags, center is a cut-off to load one shell at a time.” Ruby flipped the switch and watched a bright red shell drop into the open chamber. She nodded in understanding, reset the switch, and handed the shell to Roan as he continued, “You can load the mags through the loading port behind the pistol grip, but I’ve modified the tubes to be removable for a faster combat reload. Hit the catch, both tubes drop out, shove in two more, fourteen new shells ready to go. You’ll notice the ejection port is way back in the stock. If you ever have to shoot it, don’t shoot southpaw or you’ll eat hot brass and plastic.”

“That’s okay,” Ruby said brightly. “I can switch hit.”

[mac2]

Intro, Part 4 of 4

Roan reached his favorite part of any weapon demonstration. “There’s a reinforced rib running down the top of the barrel, receiver, and stock. Good for stopping claws and teeth and other nasty things. If something’s really trying to eat your face you do this…” He activated the transformation sequence and Ruby watched in delight as the shotgun turned into a battle-ax in her hands.

What had looked like an oversized sight blade folded out of the top of the barrel. It pulled several triangular sections of metal with it. When they locked together in place they formed a curved ax blade with a vicious upswept point. The blue theme continued on the blade. Each section was coated in glossy dark blue enamel. The coating and the bare edge of the blade glittered wickedly in the last rays of the sun. Spikes popped out of the end and bottom of the muzzle, meaning there were sharp edges pointing three different directions. The stock extended into a haft and the pistol grip folded down, leaving the trigger exposed. The butt of the stock stayed in place on the end of the haft, forming a counter weight.

Roan took back his weapon and dropped into a combat stance, showing Ruby how he gripped the haft. One hand high on the forend slide, the other low on the haft, thumb near the trigger. He ran through a few slashes, stabs, and blocks and finished the demonstration by saying, “Aside from the obvious, the barrel isn’t obstructed, so it can still fire in ax mode. There’s also a heavy Burst Dust charge with a slam trigger in the butt pad. If you have to move something, hit it hard, the pressure sets off the dust, it’ll move. Now if your curiosity is satisfied, we need to get your team settled, then you, Jaune, and I have a meeting to attend.”

Roan and Ruby walked away, with Ruby babbling continuously about his weapon, her weapon, weapons she’d seen other people use, and weapons she wanted to build someday. Roan listened intently, occasionally breaking in with his own opinions.

Yang and Weiss had watched the entire exchange. Yang looked bemused. Weiss looked like she was fighting off a migraine.

“That really just happened, didn’t it?” Weiss said acidly. “He’s as bad as she is. This is going to be a long mission.”

Yang threw her arm over Weiss’s shoulders in a move that was half hug, half headlock. “Don’t worry so much, Ice Queen. It’ll give you wrinkles. Our boss is happy, her boss is happy. A happy chain of command makes for happy subordinates. Come on, it was a long flight and I’m tired.”

Weiss shrugged out from under the offending arm and walked away, still fuming. “At least I won’t have that stupid bed hanging over me tonight.” She muttered angrily.

[mac2]

Author's Notes

Roan is a coat color found in horses, cattle, and dogs. It's defined as "an even mixture of white and pigmented hairs that do not "gray out" or fade as the animal ages." Sandy blond would match the color "bay roan" most closely.

Nelson was the horse George Washington rode through most of the Revolutionary War. He was unphased by gun and cannon fire and carried the general, not a small man, through several extended marches.

Roan's weapon in its gun mode is based on the Kel Tec KSG shotgun, which is the closest I've seen to a RWBY weapon in real life. When unfolded the ax blade looks like Gimli's walking ax from TLotR.

[Ravenhull]

Not your expected crossover... by JonFawkes

[Ravenhull]

People who backed the the original crowdfunding for Lazer Team got a preview of a 5 minute clip they are gonna show at SDCC this weekend. Probably go to full release tonight, and I'll post it then. Its the scene where they find the armor.

If you aren't familiar with Lazer Team, here is the teaser, and here is the full trailer.

[Ravenhull]

New trailer for X-Ray and Vav, and it reveals a new hero making waves in town:


Season 2 premiers on the 18th.

[Searcher]

Intro, Part 4 of 4

Roan reached his favorite part of any weapon demonstration. “There’s a reinforced rib running down the top of the barrel, receiver, and stock. Good for stopping claws and teeth and other nasty things. If something’s really trying to eat your face you do this…” He activated the transformation sequence and Ruby watched in delight as the shotgun turned into a battle-ax in her hands.

What had looked like an oversized sight blade folded out of the top of the barrel. It pulled several triangular sections of metal with it. When they locked together in place they formed a curved ax blade with a vicious upswept point. The blue theme continued on the blade. Each section was coated in glossy dark blue enamel. The coating and the bare edge of the blade glittered wickedly in the last rays of the sun. Spikes popped out of the end and bottom of the muzzle, meaning there were sharp edges pointing three different directions. The stock extended into a haft and the pistol grip folded down, leaving the trigger exposed. The butt of the stock stayed in place on the end of the haft, forming a counter weight.

Roan took back his weapon and dropped into a combat stance, showing Ruby how he gripped the haft. One hand high on the forend slide, the other low on the haft, thumb near the trigger. He ran through a few slashes, stabs, and blocks and finished the demonstration by saying, “Aside from the obvious, the barrel isn’t obstructed, so it can still fire in ax mode. There’s also a heavy Burst Dust charge with a slam trigger in the butt pad. If you have to move something, hit it hard, the pressure sets off the dust, it’ll move. Now if your curiosity is satisfied, we need to get your team settled, then you, Jaune, and I have a meeting to attend.”

Roan and Ruby walked away, with Ruby babbling continuously about his weapon, her weapon, weapons she’d seen other people use, and weapons she wanted to build someday. Roan listened intently, occasionally breaking in with his own opinions.

Yang and Weiss had watched the entire exchange. Yang looked bemused. Weiss looked like she was fighting off a migraine.

“That really just happened, didn’t it?” Weiss said acidly. “He’s as bad as she is. This is going to be a long mission.”

Yang threw her arm over Weiss’s shoulders in a move that was half hug, half headlock. “Don’t worry so much, Ice Queen. It’ll give you wrinkles. Our boss is happy, her boss is happy. A happy chain of command makes for happy subordinates. Come on, it was a long flight and I’m tired.”

Weiss shrugged out from under the offending arm and walked away, still fuming. “At least I won’t have that stupid bed hanging over me tonight.” She muttered angrily.