Dark, Bloodied characters in Remnant

Chapter 9

Christ alive, Im so sorry i haven't updated, i've been caught up in my other fics, but here is a gift for you! It's an OC pair. Review n tell me how you think it goes.

From within the staging area, two contestants heard the muffled cheers of the audience.

"You ready, Gwenny?" A girly playfully asked her partner for the doubles rounds, as she held her family's heirloom bow, she took a glance over at him.

A generic person, nothing out of place. Save for the long ash-like hair that bristled with every movement he made, and the small amused scoff at the nickname she had given him, originally in mockery, now in familiarity. His clothes consist of whatever you imagine him to.

He was sat on a bench, next to him was a large sword, the size of a grown man. Once she tried to lift it, that day she discovered the intense weight of the ultra greatsword.

It was an heirloom in his familiy as well, for those unworthy of the fire this sword hid within, the sword would become heavy as the armor of a certain ancient knight. To those who were in fact worthy of the sword, the harsh weight would clear into one of a regular great sword. The only noticable details was it's entirety, as if it had once burned for an entire era. Apart from the hilt, the entirety was forged in a way that the blade contorted into a coiled sword, or had attempted to. A feature impossible for any smith to achieve nowadays, or at least, one that seemed to yield hopeless results in combat.

"Yeah, I'm ready." The friend stood, after the action of tying up once last lace. With a grab of the large sword, he turned to his long-time friend and ally.

The two had been friends since childhood, and had done many stupid things together, some of which persisted to this day, and maybe with a sliver of mischevious situations, one could be revealed to the world this coming battle.

The friend was pale, her deep eyes covered with long brown hair that streamed to her back. She wore whatever you imagined her to wear, and her hands kept the arc of a black bow, rumored among historians to be from an age long before Remnant came to be, together with the coiled sword, the two weapons were few relics to survive time's effects.

The speakers called their names, and the both of them head towards a door leading out into the arena.

"Barty! I know you have somewhat of an interest in the two visiting opponents here. Why don't you share it with us!?" Port asked, partly into the speakers as well, broadcasting the conversation.

"Why of course, Professor Port!" The coffee-man fixed his glasses. "These young visitors from Mistral are rumored to be of noble blodlines dating back to BEFORE the time of Remnant itself!" It's quite fascinatining knowing that what those two just might be all that remains from a time LONG past!" The professor was ecstatic, he had inspected the weapons of the two when he had passed them in the staging area, the black bow, the texture was unlike anything he had ever felt, and the doctor had explored many ancient ruins, though most of more recent times, few were from beyond the recent years.

"Yes-yes, we all know your obsession with history, especially our students!" Port swung his arm in a manner that emphasized the point.

"Now, it looks like our contestants are coming out to the arena! Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together...for!" Naturally the dramatic man paused for dramatic silence, a carry-over from his years of story-telling.

"Coco and Yatsuhashi of Beacon!" While most of the audience clapped midly, the friends of the two did so with fervor.

"YAAAH GET E'M COCO! BREAK THEIR LEGS!" Nora blared her voice and cupped her hands beside her mouth, leaving the ninja next to her to smile slightly, and continue slapping his hands together respectably for the two.

"Good luck you two!" Velvet waved her two hands excitedly at her teammates, while the seemingly blind friend fox did a similar thing, yet only more reserved.

"Oh my." Pyhrra slowed her slapping to a halt in recognition of her old classmates. As she tried to get their attention, however, she realized that she was one person in a sea of thousands, and returned clapping, yet, with enthusiasm at the knowledge that her former allies could make it to this round, as she was away for their team qualifiers.

She knew those names sounded familiar.

The main speakers boomed again.

"And-"

"And! Gwenevn Ash, and Evelyn Spearleaf of Sanctum!" Though Port had started with 'and', the rest of the sentence was stolen by hyper-speed.

Down on the little metal center, Coco was sizing up her opponents.

"Hey there, honey." Coco started rather quickly towards another brunette. " I gotta say, bows and arrows versus guns and bullets...not a good match up." She playfully lowered her sunglasses, a smirk started to form at her lips.

"Well see about that!" A high voice came in response to her comment, and Evelyn folded her arms and closed her eyes proudly. Leaving Coco to sniff at her opponent's antics for a moment, before she continued to her other opponent.

"And you!" She was loud enough to be heard over the crowd's electrified motivation.

Gwenevyn was looking at the ground, trying not to look at her eyes, when Evelyn knocked him on the shoulder. "Eeeey! She wants to taaaalk to you." His friend perpetuated certain words for a moment

The beret girl noticed the pink on his pale cheeks, and started to tease him for it. She shifted her weight, her hips rose and fell respectively, and she winked at him with a cheeky smirk.

'I love teasing kids.'

The boy was left a fumbling for his words in a red disheveled mess. As it has always been, the girl smacked his face lightly, guiding him from embarassment.

"Come on buddy, we got a tournament to win and people to make proud! And I'm not gonna let you ruin it just because you're a little red." She cupped his chin in one hand, sharing her boundless conviction with his meek attitude.

'Still the same as ever, I see.' An old colleague reflected on her past.

It escalated to the point of her shaking him on the spot in frustration, and him yelling protests. Eventually, he calmed down, and rest his hands on the black coiled sword, and felt the warmth of it's iron in his grip. With a smirk of victory over her friends short shutdown, Evelyn readied her bow for combat.

The holographic displays of the battleground whizzed by in a haze of colors. They slowed, and Coco shifted her hips again, glueing her eye to Gwenevyn to rattle his nerves. The boy recieved some resistance from his friend's shaking, on stared somewhere else.

With a sigh, Evelyn conceded her idea.

"Fine...I'll take her." She rolled her eyes complaint, face in a hand, and he seemed to rise higher from his slumped form, holding the hilt of his ultra with his right hand.

The sword had chosen him, didn't it?

The floating screens slowed to a crawl, revealing a still slightly-moving symbol of a sun...a desert then? The four of them knew they would stay out of that region.

Another side had stopped, a symbol representing fire. It hovered on the other side of the arena, right behind the Beacon participants.

The symbol of solaire passed, and a tree took it's place. That side was at least, familiar to all participants.

(Now just because I have no idea how to keep track of 8 seperate arenas, i will keep to two.)

The flat, featureless metal of the grounds parted from the center, and from the darkness, two exceedingly different battlegrounds rose to replace them.

Half of the arena, the side behind Coco and Yatsuhashi was a great forest, trees filled the whole of it, save for the few meters that stretched into the very centre.

The remaining side, was ablaze with volcanic activity. Embers scattered from eruptions of lava, and the surface was a scorched black, covered in fallen sparks of ember, with the occasional puddle of orange lava spilling from the earth.

The stadium was filled with the professor's voices again.

"Looks like we have our grounds, professor!" Port eagerly remarked.

"Doctor." Oobleck corrected. "This will no doubt be an interesting match-up."

Of course he was making an allusion to what the heirs could do. Heirs of the ancient line of 'gods' of course...

From what he could see, strength was a trait to the boy, as he held the sword in a single hand, Oobleck began to wonder if the old gods really did exist. It could however just be the practice Gwenevn had.

But the name was remarkably similar to what he found on an ancient stone tablet.

'Gwenevere...' As the doctor continued his thoughts, he was unable to hear the story-teller start the countdown.