It's a clear night as a helicopter is seen flying over a large body of water as it approaches a brightly lit city, filled with towering skyscrapers. As it enters the city, it heads directly to what is easily the most brightly lit building: A casino, complete with neon lights depicting sexy women in cowboy hats and boots, one holding a pair of scales with one of the dishes being heavily weighed down by a vertical 'WIN'. Within the casino itself, a man knocks over a stack of poker chips as a scream and an alarm bell are heard. People are murmuring things like 'there's something here' as some are running away or looking around nervously as a dark figure wearing a long coat can be seen flitting about the ceiling in the corner of their eyes. It's only when three men wearing black suits enter the room that the figure lands on one of the large, hanging lights, and allows itself to be seen clearly.
The figure is revealed to be a teenage boy, a bit less than six feet tall, and looks about sixteen or seventeen years old. He had fair skin, and hair that spiked backwards in a windswept way. Its coloration was mostly red with the back and a few streaks being brown. His outfit is certainly a strange one. The most prominent part of his ensemble is his black, ankle-length trench coat. As mentioned before, it was black, mostly. On the front of the left shoulder, there was a red design with a white symbol over it. The bottom had red, flame-like accents, and the back had a white floral pattern with a bright red wilting rose emblem overlayed on top, the sleeves were slit, and the coat was red on the interior. The coat was unbuttoned to reveal a dark gray, high-necked waistcoat with red and gold accents. He also wore black pants with a sword that was currently in a scabbard at his side, and dark brown cuban heeled shoes. His hands were covered with black gloves that each had a bright red 'Ω' (Omega) on the back. In those hands he held a shiny, metal briefcase tucked under one arm. What brings the whole outfit together is the mask he's wearing. The mask is whitish-tan with red horn symbols decorating it and covers the top half of his face, with there being two slots on either side to allow for vision.
"Hey, up there!" shouted one of the patrons. One of the men in black spoke into an earpiece.
"He's here. Move in immediately." The mask-and-trench-coat wearing boy smirked before jumping off to the next light fixture. After he did that, he hears a voice in his head.
(Begin Persona 5 OST: Life Will Change)
"Good. Now get running!" came the voice of what sounded like a young boy speaking through a radio.
"This is our only chance!" said a new voice, also sounding like it was a boy speaking through a radio, although this one sounded more like a teenager.
"Stay calm!" said a girl's voice, "You can get away now!"
"We'll retrieve the briefcase on our end." said a different girl's voice, this one sounding slightly older than the first. The red haired boy nodded.
"Hear you loud and clear, guys." the boy than tilted his head in confusion, what was he hearing just now? It sounded like a radio transmission, but it didn't seem to be his group.
"… suspects… not… confirmed… hold… your… positions…"
"Hm…? What was that…?" wondered the first female voice. Before anyone could think on it any further, the boyish voice from before spoke up again.
"Don't worry about us." he assured the red haired boy, "Just concentrate on getting away!" The red haired boy nodded again as he started to run, jumping from light fixture to light fixture as the voices continued to talk.
"But I have to say, showing yourself above that crowd earlier was an excellent move." continued the boyish voice, "Nice work as always, Joker."
"I bet Skull wouldn't pull it off that smoothly." added another new, female, voice with a laugh.
"This happens because you have no sense for aesthetics." agreed a another voice, this one also sounded like a teenage boy, but was also more refined than the previous one.
"Nobody asked you, Inari!" snapped the male voice now identified as 'Skull'. 'Joker' couldn't help but smile at the voices and antics of his fellow thieves, until the voice of an agent on a balcony ahead of him caught his attention.
"There he is!" the agent shouted, summoning two more agents in the process.
"Just run! Get out of there!" shouted the first female voice as 'Joker' stopped his run and took an impromptu left.
"What do you think I'm trying to do, Oracle?" he grumbled.
"OK, the enemy's focus is on him. Looks like the rest of us can slip away." the Boyish Voice chimed in.
"That's the plan, Mona." 'Joker' replied, nodding as he jump across more hanging lights.
"Everyone remember where we're meeting up?" asked a fourth female voice.
"No worries, I can guide you all." replied the voice 'Joker' referred to as 'Oracle', as 'Joker' landed on a wall mounted sign reading 'Casino' before hoisting himself up onto a balcony.
"Stop right there!"
"You won't get away!"
… Only to have his escape cut off by two agents appeared at the top of some stairs in front of him. That was annoying enough, but then something very strange happened. The two agents' bodies suddenly contorted for a second before they turned into two… things. They still wore black suits, but now the two men were bigger than most people, and now they carried batons. They also each wore blue, metal masks with glowing yellow eyes. 'Joker' stood up and turned around as a third one dropped behind him from the ceiling. Rather than be afraid, 'Joker' simply smirked.
"Looks like I'm gonna have to do this the hard way." he quipped.
"Take 'em down, Joker!" the third female voice cheered her encouragement.
Taking that as his cue, 'Joker' ran at the third transformed agent. Then, he jumped high into the air and, with an acrobatic flip, landed on the transformed agent's shoulders. From there, he gripped its mask tightly before ripping it off and kicking the transformed agent away from him. The agent did not fall to the ground, but with its mask off its skin was revealed to be pitch black and featureless, except for two red, glowing eyes. The transformed agent began to writhe before it burst into some sort of red and black goop. This goop then transformed into a monster. The monster had the top half of a man with a black bull's head and two black arms with black and white gloves. It's lower half consisted of mechanical legs, and a long, segmented metal tail.
"'The hard way'? Really?" asked 'Oracle', "This thing is so weak, it's not a threat at all!" 'Joker' clicked his tongue in response.
"Just let me have my moment." complained the red haired boy. Right before he had to dodge a column of fire summoned by the Sacrificial Pyrekeeper. Seeing an opening, 'Joker' dashed in and hit the monster with several quick slashes from his sword, revealing it to be a bright red chokutō, until he had jump back to avoid a tail swipe from the creature. Sheathing his sword, 'Joker' smiled at the Sacrificial Pyrekeeper.
"As much as I'd love to stick around, I'm afraid this is where we must part ways." As he said this, 'Joker' brought his hand towards his face, and grabbed his mask.
"Persona!" he cried as he ripped it off.
Now, rather than reveal his face, this caused the mask to burst into a brilliant blue flame (which also appeared on his face, concealing his identity in the process) and called forth a large, winged figure. This being was cloaked in darkness, but you could make out a few features. Such as the fact that it had large wings coming out of its lower back, it seemed to be wearing a top hat, and that it possessed long horns that glowed, along with a Jack o' Lantern like face with eyes and a mouth that also glowed a sinister red. This 'Persona' as it had been called, quickly flew forward and slashed at the Sacrificial Pyrekeeper with its claws as it passed. Continuing its assault, the Persona spun around and brought up one of its legs, which looked like it was clad in a boot with a sharp blade acting as a heel, and brought it down on the monster in front of it, hard. The creature roared in pain as it burst into black slime that quickly evaporated.
"OK, pull out before their backup gets here." came the voice of 'Oracle'.
"Good. You defeated them with ease!" the Boyish Voice, or 'Mona', said, relieved.
"Was there ever any doubt?" asked the red haired boy, right before misfortune struck once more.
"More of them!?" 'Oracle' shouted as more transformed agents appeared in front of 'Joker', their appearance surprising even him.
One of the transformed agents ran up to 'Joker' and swung at him, its baton visibly crackling with electricity. 'Joker' dodged nimbly by flipping backwards with a handspring, before jumping up onto a nearby column and using it to jump to the next floor.
"Joker, behind you! Go through that door!" instructed 'Oracle', referring to a set of double doors behind him, complete with a green sign reading 'Exit'.
"On it." replied 'Joker' as he dashed through, entering what seemed to be a maintenance hallway filled with large pipes that were behind fencing.
"Alright." said 'Oracle', "You should be able to get out that way! Hurry!"
"Dude can he even hear us!?" asked 'Skull'.
"Don't worry, I'm picking up everyone's voices." 'Oracle' assured him, "Just go Joker!" 'Joker' nodded in response as he took off once more, running down a short hallway covered in decals and stickers and through another set of doors, now entering a hallway with large windows showing the hallway next to it. 'Joker' froze as another agent ran into view on the opposite side of the window, all the guy had to do was look left, and he was screwed. Thankfully, that didn't happen.
"Where'd they go!? Damn it!" he growled before speaking into his earpiece, "I can't confirm the intruder's location." the agent then took off down a hallway to his right, 'Joker' let go of a breath that he didn't know he'd been holding, and started to continue down the hallway. At least until 'Oracle' shouted a warning.
"Up ahead! Stop!" the red haired boy stopped dead as at the other end of the hall was yet another agent.
"This is bad! Hide, Joker!" 'Oracle' panicked. Thinking quickly, 'Joker' hid behind a nearby container.
"You'll never get away if you just keep fighting. Hide in the shadows, and sneak past when you see an opening!" said 'Oracle'.
"I know, I know." responded 'Joker', "This isn't the first time I've done this."
"That's no excuse for you to get careless!" 'Oracle' lectured. Meanwhile, 'Joker' took advantage of the agent's back being turned, and dashed from container to container, getting closer as he did. Right up until he was behind a wall, right behind the agent. From behind his cover, the red haired thief could hear the agent speak into his earpiece.
"…Hey, are you sure he came this way?" he asked, then going silent for a moment as whoever was on the other end spoke to him, "Understood. I will continue the search!" Upon receiving his orders, the agent turned around and ran down the hallway 'Joker' had just come down. Completely missing the teen in the shadows as he ran by.
"Alright! Now's your chance! Run for the stairs!" came the voice of 'Oracle'.
"Got it." 'Joker' stood up from his hiding spot and dashed up the aforementioned stairs.
(End Persona 5 OST: Life Will Change)
Once he ran up, he peered out from behind the wall into the new hallway. Seeing that the coast was clear, he quickly ran down the hall and approached a large window. This window allowed a view into a large control room, filled with people and monitors showing various camera feeds from throughout most of the casino. Peeking into the room, 'Joker' could see one of the people standing and talking into a phone.
"He's not alone!" the man said into the phone, "Find them and kill them all!" Seeing that everyone's back was turned, 'Joker' took the opportunity presented to him and ran past. A trio of agents ran down some stairs and started to run down a hallway, just as 'Joker' came up from below and started to run up the next flight. Unfortunately, one of the agents saw him, notified the others, and the three gave chase.
'Joker' ran up some more stairs and turned down another hallway, seeing a door with an 'exit' sign over it, he went through it. This put him out on a balcony overlooking a large room that seemed to be a dining area for guests. Looking over the railing, the red haired thief tried to locate his exit from the casino.
"Something wrong?" asked the voice of 'Oracle', "The exit should be up ahead." Looking around, 'Joker' saw that the balcony wrapped around the edge of the room, and right ahead of him, on the opposite side the room, was a large and elaborate stained glass window.
"Through there…?" the teenaged thief asked.
"Nnh…! That's just how it is." confirmed 'Oracle', "After that commotion, the bottom floor's-"
"-Completely closed off." finished the second female voice from before, "Hey, can you make it!?" 'Joker' smirked at the question.
"Heh, can I?" he replied.
"…Can you-" 'Skull' started to ask before 'Joker' cut him off.
"Of course I can!" Before that conversation could continue,
"Over there!" the red haired boy turned to look behind him at the sound of the voice, the agents had caught up to him, "There's nowhere to run!" one of them shouted. The agents then began to take a few, slow steps towards 'Joker' with their guns drawn.
"That's what you think." 'Joker' replied with a smirk, before turning back and, to the agents' surprise, hopped up and balanced on the balcony. But, dear reader (or 'readers' hopefully), the surprises don't stop there.
Rather than run while balancing on the balcony like a normal person would expect, 'Joker' gripped not the handle of his sword, but the scabbard. The red haired teenager then pulled a trigger on the scabbard, and with the sound of a gunshot going off, his chokutō shot out of the scabbard and through the air. The butt of the hilt slammed into the stained glass window, causing cracks to spiderweb from the impact. 'Joker' then crouched, and leaped much farther through the air than what should be physically possible. With a quick flip, 'Joker' grabbed his sword out of the air, sheathed it, and landed on the opposite balcony.
"See ya!" he said, smiling at the agents who were gaping at the feat they just witnessed.
Before the agents could gather their wits, the teen turned at jumped, smashing through the cracked window while the people below screamed in fear.
"Hmph, what a showoff." commented 'Oracle'.
"You're so reckless, You know that?" agreed the third female voice while 'Joker' righted himself in midair. Hitting the ground, he quickly rolled to mitigate the impact to his legs while the shards from the window hit the ground and shattered with a quiet twinkling a second later. Just as he stood up, disaster struck in the form of multiple search lights turning on, nearly blinding him in the process, and revealing a virtual army of SWAT and police.
"Enemies, here!?" 'Oracle' cried in disbelief.
"What's wrong!?" 'Skull' asked, worried.
"These readings… It can't be!"
"An ambush!?' exclaimed the third female voice.
"Joker, can you handle this!?" 'Mona' inquired, panic evident in his voice as well.
"Joker!" cried 'Inari'.
"Oh no…" fretted the fourth female voice.
"Capture him!" a police officer shouted into a walkie-talkie. Hearing the order, all of the SWAT moved in to engage their target, shouting 'Let's go!' and 'Go! Go! Go!' while they did.
At the same time, 'Joker' took off running. Locating a fire escape, he jumped up and grabbed the bottom rung. He then swung the rest of his body up with the practiced ease of a gymnast. 'Joker' turned his head and smiled teasingly at the SWAT officers who made it to the fire escape, but couldn't reach. Unfortunately, 'Joker' should have instead been looking ahead, at the top of the fire escape. Because when he reached the top, only then did he notice the squad of SWAT operatives waiting for him. Gasping in shock as one of the operatives pulled back his tactical shotgun to hit him with it, 'Joker' heard another voice in his ear. But this one was different from the ones from before, because this one sounded like there was another teenage boy right next to him.
"Oh, that's gonna hurt." the voice said sympathetically, and not even a second later, the butt of the shotgun smashed into 'Joker's' face, making him lose his grip on the metal ladder, and sending him down into the mob of SWAT waiting below him.
"Stop struggling!" one of them shouted at him as he was held face down on the ground, arms behind his back.
"Suspect secure!" reported another. It was then that a man who was apparently in charge approached him, although all 'Joker' could see was the man's feet.
"Didn't expect to find some kid." the man commented, going down on one knee, "You have your teammate to thank for this." he grabbed 'Joker' roughly by the hair, lifting his head a little, "You were sold out." 'Joker's' mouth dropped open in shock at the revelation, before gritting his teeth as the man let go of his hair, and allowed his head to fall back to the ground.
"Dammit…" was all he could muster before crying out in pain as his arm was bent behind his back to the point that it was starting to hurt.
"Suspect confirmed! Cuff him!" said the SWAT operative holding him down, and one of the other operatives complied with the order and 'Joker' felt a pair of handcuffs snap around his wrist.
After that, the only other thing the red haired boy could remember even somewhat clearly was having his mugshot taken. He also no longer wore his outfit with the trench coat. Instead, he now wore a school uniform. The uniform now consisted of a white turtleneck sweater with a small chevron design on the collar. Over the sweater was a black blazer with red buttons and a school emblem on the breast pocket. He also wore black and red plaid trousers with black shoes on his feet. Finally, his mask was off, revealing his eyes to be bright red in color. After his mugshot, he then vaguely remembered being taken to an interrogation room.
(Begin Persona 5 OST: Interrogation Room)
He couldn't remember for how long, but he remembered being beaten and drugged to the point he passed out. He was then jolted awake by a bucket of cold water being splashed on his face, which was covered in bruises, and he found himself in a metal chair with his hands cuffed behind him. Looking around the room, it was mostly bare except for the seat he was in, and a camera with its red light glowing brightly, a sign that it was recording. There were also three agents in the room, glaring at him.
"No dozing off." ordered the one closest to him. The red haired teenager briefly struggled in his cuffs, trying to get free.
"You still don't get it, do you?" asked the agent, "Give it up!" he yelled, kicking the teenager and sending him crashing to the floor with a gasp of pain. As he groaned in pain and coughed, the agent walked over to him and pressed his shoe onto the side of 'Joker's' head.
"Come on, cooperate." he told the boy, "Or what, you want another shot?" the agent ground his heel into the boy's ear. He then noticed the red haired thief was looking at something across the room. Turning to see what it was, the agent spied the wall mounted security camera.
"Huh? What about the camera? Are you thinking it can be used as video evidence?" the agent asked as he took his foot off 'Joker's' head, knelt down, and roughly lifted his head by his hair. 'Joker' licked his lips, wincing a little as his tongue ran over a few cuts and splits, before answering.
"Of course not… not with my luck." he groaned out.
"So you're not that dumb." the agent nodded, before throwing the boy's head to the ground, hard, "Which is good, 'cause we get to take as much time as we NEED!" the agent punctuated the 'need' with a swift kick to the teenage thief's stomach, causing him to gasp and wheeze. While he writhed on the ground, the agent walked over to one of the other two, who handed him a clipboard that he began to read off of.
"Obstruction of justice, blackmail, defamation, possession of weapons…" he listed before turning back to the teenager, "Manslaughter too, yeah? Talk about the works." he indicated the clipboard in his hand, not noticing that 'Joker' stiffened and gritted his teeth in response to hearing the Manslaughter charges.
"To think that all those crimes were lead by a punk like this…" the agent continued, "And you seemed to be enjoying every second of it… Huh?"
I was… enjoying it…? The boy thought through the drug-induced haze that clouded his mind, Everything's hazy… I can't remember… the hell did they inject me with? The agent shook his head.
"…You should know your place." he said, before nodding towards the boy. This was apparently a cue for the other agents to go over to 'Joker' and uncuff him, before roughly turning him over so that he was now sitting up. The agent with the clipboard came over as the red haired teenager rubbed his wrists, where the cuffs had been so tight they had been cutting into his skin.
"Sign here." the agent told him, holding out the clipboard, "It's a confession under your name." 'Joker' said nothing, but instead chose to weakly smack the clipboard away with his hand.
"I see…" the agent said as he stood up, almost sounding disappointed, "I need your hand to sign this but…" he gave the teenager a dark look before stomping down on his leg, making 'Joker' let out a pained howl, "I don't care if you end up losing a leg." he threatened, grinding his heel into 'Joker's' leg.
'Joker' grit his teeth and glared angrily at the agent before the grinding stopped. The agent knelt down once more and offered the clipboard again, 'Joker' remained silent, but took the clipboard this time. The agent then reached into the breast pocket on his suit and took out a silver pen that shone in the dim light of the interrogation room. Before the teenager could take the pen, he came face to face with the agent.
"Don't expect to walk out of here in one piece." the agent warned, "We are going to make you understand… One must take full responsibility for their actions…" 'Joker' took the pen and stared wordlessly at the man, trying to remember why that phrase sounded so familiar, before turning his attention to the clipboard.
Clicking the pen, he scrawled out his name: Adam Taurus.
Adam didn't know how much time had passed since then, but he knew that some time later he heard voices outside the interrogation room. One of them sounded like a woman, and she seemed to be having a bit of a disagreement with the guards outside. Whatever the argument was about, she apparently won, as she was allowed in a few minutes later and sat down, crossing her arms. Since he had signed the confession, another chair had been added to the interrogation room, along with a metal table.
"…I didn't expect it'd be you." she said, a small amount of shock evident in her voice. Adam said nothing and simply stared at the woman in front of him. He knew who she was, it was a little difficult to remember right away since he was still feeling the effects of the drugs, but he knew that this was Sae Niijima, of the Public Prosecutors Office. Sae had long, gray hair that was kept asymmetrically parted on her right side and her eyes were brown with a hint of red. She wore a black business suit with a black turtleneck. Around her neck she wore a necklace depicting a '§' (a section sign), she also had black earrings, dark hairpins, and her nails were painted with violet nail polish. She wore black high heels on her feet that clicked on the floor as she walked.
"You'll be answering my questions this time." she continued, adopting an air of professionalism. She then noticed an empty syringe on the ground.
"Those bastards…" she muttered under her breath, before turning back to Adam and leaning forward, "Can you hear me? It seems you've been through a lot. Almost anything can happen here… and I can't stop them." confident that she had gotten her warning across, she leaned back in the chair, "That's why I need you to answer me honestly. I don't have much time either. What was your objective? Why did you cause such a major incident?"
Adam remained silent under the rapid fire questions.
"I didn't think it was a prank from the get-go, but I couldn't assemble a case for prosecution." Sae explained, "It's because I couldn't figure out the method behind it." This time, Adam spoke up.
"Does it really matter if you know or not?…?" he asked.
"This isn't an issue of whether or not it can be used in court. I need to know. This is my case, after all." the prosecutor answered,"It seems you're coherent. When and where did you find out about that world? How is it even possible to steal another's heart?" Sae paused for a moment to allow the drugged redhead to process the questions, "Now, tell me your account of everything." Adam propped his elbows on the table and held his head up with one hand.
"Where do I even begin…?" he wondered aloud.
" … Start from the very beginning." she told him. At that moment, for Adam, the entire world seemed to go dark, and the only light to be seen was that of a glowing blue butterfly that fluttered past him.
(Begin Persona 5 OST: Aria of the Soul)
"…You are held captive." A voice told him, "A prisoner of fate to a future that has been sealed in advance. This is truly an unjust game… Your chances of winning are almost none. But if my voice is reaching you, there may yet be a possibility open to you… I beg you. Please overcome this game… and save the world… The key to victory lies within the memories of your bonds-the truth that you and your friends grasped. It all began that day when the game was started half a year ago… For the sake of your world's future… as well as your own… you must remember…" After the voice finished speaking, the world returned to normal.
(End Persona 5 OST: Aria of the Soul)
Adam took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair while crossing his arms. He stared at the ceiling for a minute before returning his gaze to Sae.
"…From the very beginning, huh?" he asked, prompting the older woman to nod.
"Well, then," he said leaning forward and crossing his arms as he rested them on the table, "Buckle in, cause my story is a weird one." he suddenly quirked his lips into a small smile, seemingly for no reason, "I'm told one might even call it bizzare." Sae simply shrugged.
"At this point, I'm willing to believe almost anything."
"Well, to start," Adam responded, "I'm not human. Hell, I'm not even from Earth." The claim caused Sae to blink in surprise.
"What…?" was all she could bring herself to say.
"And another thing." Adam continued, "While I haven't killed anyone on Earth, at the same time those Manslaughter charges aren't too far off." He cast his eyes down towards the table, "Though I will admit, I feel a lot more guilty about that these days…" he added, his voice barely above a whisper. Sae said nothing for a moment, but continued to stare at the boy in front of her who, just a moment ago, told her that he was an alien and that he had actually killed people. But, even though his eyes were on the table, she could see plenty of regret in them. Deciding to at least hear him out, she motioned him to continue.
"Well then, I guess you should start with how you got to Earth." she told him. Adam nodded at these words.
"Alright, here goes."
Remnant: the Fall of Beacon
All was not well on the planet of Remnant. Granted, no one could really say things were ever 100% okay, it kind of came with the fact that you lived on a planet infested with soulless monsters who were hellbent on wiping out mankind. Throw in some racism and, well, yeah, life had its ups and downs. To put it mildly, at least.
But all that came to a head when, during the bi-annual Vytal Festival, the shit really hit the fan. First, there was the fact that a hole got blown in the middle of the city of Vale, located in the Kingdom of Vale, and a bunch of Grimm got unleashed into the city. Granted, there were no casualties and the hole was plugged up before the day was over, but it still made people worried.
Then there was the fiasco known as the Vytal Tournament. First, a student from the Huntsmen Academy known as Beacon had, for no reason, flipped her lid and attacked her opponent. After the match was already over. And a match she had won at that. This resulted in the boy, a student from Haven Academy, having his leg broken and having to be taken back to the Kingdom of Mistral for treatment.
Then there was an incident that definitely had more… lethal consequences. During another match featuring a Beacon student, her opponent had sent an attack consisting of floating swords at her while she was disarmed. To counter, the Beacon student crossed her arms in front of her and threw them out, resulting in a wave of magnetic force sending the swords right back at their wielder. It was then that it was revealed that the swords weren't so much floating as they were attached to practically invisible wires. Wires that wrapped around the Atlesian girl's arms and body and proceeded to turn a penny into quarters tear her to pieces. Everyone watching was further shocked when this revealed that the girl was actually a robot in disguise.
Everything continued to go downhill from there, and the resulting misfortune included, but was not limited to, a strange woman hijacking the speakers to spread a message intended to make people distrust the Headmasters and the White Fang trying to invade Beacon. Oh, and the Creatures of Grimm, attracted by all the negativity being generated by what was supposed to be an uplifting festival, attacked. The Grimm also may or may not have been let into Vale by the White Fang. Speaking of the White Fang, this is where Adam comes in.
Adam Taurus, after leading the attack on Beacon Academy, watched as Blake Belladonna ran from him, carrying some blonde Huntress-in-training with her that Adam had, not even a minute prior, relieved of her right arm. He also may have stabbed Blake.
Now, this Adam had a different appearance from the one described earlier. For one, instead of a teenager he seemed to be about 23 years old. He still wore the same trench coat with the same designs and the same slit sleeves, but it no longer reached to his ankles. He also kept it partially buttoned, and you could make out a red shirt underneath. He still wore black pants and black boots, rather than the brown cuban heeled shoes. Held in his hand was the same red sword, complete with scabbard. In addition, he still had the same fair skin and red-and-brown hair, and he even still had the mask. However, one glaring difference was the fact that he also had a pair of horns on either side of his head that curved backwards, signifying his status one of the Faunus, a race that is almost identical to humans, with the exception of possessing an animal trait.
As soon as Blake was out of sight, he turned and began to walk away in the opposite direction. At the same time, a Grimm decided to attack him, but he dispatched it with a single sword swing without even looking.
Earth, Interrogation Room
"Okay, stop." Sae said, holding up her hand while the other one pinched the bridge of her nose.
"What?" asked Adam.
"You mean to tell me that not only are you from a race of animal people-"
"I would've preferred you phrased that a bit better, but yeah, pretty much."
"-But that you come from a planet where monsters, that are literally soulless, mind you, are trying to wipe out every single human and 'Faunus'-"
"Yeah, although no one knows why they want to kill us all."
"-And that you also lead a group to commit what can only be called a terrorist attack on a school designed to train teenagers to fight these monsters?"
"If it makes you feel any better, I feel really guilty about that now."
The two stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before Sae spoke again.
"So, what exactly is the goal of this 'White Fang' group?"
"We were fighting back against humanity for oppressing us, the Faunus people." Adam answered. Sae tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.
"These 'Faunus' are a minority on… 'Remnant' was it?" the prosecutor asked. Adam nodded.
"Yes, mankind always looked down on us because of our extra features. Seeing us as nothing more than subhuman trash, lesser." explained the red haired boy.
"And the White Fang was formed as a result of this discrimination?" Adam nodded again.
"Originally, the White Fang used peaceful methods to try and put an end to the hate. Strikes, boycotts, peaceful protests, the whole deal. And while these methods did gain results, they didn't get results fast enough." he continued, "At least, that's how some of us felt. A few years ago, the old leader stepped down. The one that replaced him was more than willing to let us use aggressive tactics to get what we wanted. If humans attacked us during protests, we would fight back. If a store refused to serve Faunus, it would be burnt down. If a company abused Faunus labor…" the former terrorist trailed off before shaking his head briefly and getting back on track, "Anyway, these methods got us the results we wanted. Humanity finally started to treat the Faunus equally, if only out of fear." Sae took a moment to process the impromptu history lesson.
"And… you are a Faunus?" she asked, "You were a member of this White Fang group?"
"Yes, on both accounts, I actually held a position of leadership while I was with the Fang." Adam confirmed, nodding. Sae sat back in her chair and crossed her arms.
"But if you're a Faunus, then how come-"
"If I'm a Faunus, how come I don't have any extra features?" Adam cut in, pointing to his head. Indicating the lack of his previously mentioned horns.
"If you don't mind me asking." said Sae.
"They're there." Adam answered simply, while also somehow managing to be somewhat cryptic.
"Then how come I can't see them?" questioned the prosecutor.
"I'll get to that bit later." Adam replied with a smirk, running a hand through his hair, "But trust me, they're there." As he lowered his hand from his head, and there was suddenly a pair of curved horns, one on either side of his head. Sae continued to simply look Adam dead in the eye, acting as if she didn't see the pair of horns he possessed once more. Although, to be fair, that was because she couldn't see them.
"Very well, then." She said, "In any case, continue where you left off, about how you came to Earth." Adam nodded as he continued he story.
Remnant: the Fall of Beacon
After dispatching the Grimm without even so much as glancing at it, Adam was about to leave the burning building he was currently in, until he heard a voice call out from behind him.
"Oi! You Adam Taurus?" said the voice, which sounded distinctly feminine. Adam turned around to see just who had shouted at him. He was greeted by the sight of a pair of teenage girls that looked to be about seventeen or eighteen.
In terms of appearance, the girls looked identical in a number of ways, giving off the impression that they could easily be sisters. For one, they were both the same height and had the same pale skin dotted with numerous freckles. Even their hair was similar, both kept it at a length where it reached bout halfway down their backs, and it had a slight wave. But that's where the similarities ended.
For one, one was blonde and the other was raven haired. Which was kind of ironic, considering he was just departing from an encounter involving a blonde and a noirette (person with black hair, if it wasn't obvious).
The one with black hair had strange, purple eyes, that seemed to possess an almost toxic glow. She wore a black, hooded sweatshirt that had a white skull on the front and a large biohazard symbol on the back. On her legs and feet she wore combat boots and skinny jeans that were covered in white splotches, like she had repeatedly spilled bleach on them. In one hand she held a sabre with a straight blade (It is possible for a sabre to have a straight blade, just search 'british infantry sword') that was such a dark purple that it almost appeared black, and it also held a deadly shine. Her expression was not much more than a glower, while also possessing a bit of boredom, like she would rather be doing a million other things.
In contrast, the blonde had a very happy, not to mention airy, smile on her face. Her eyes were green, and seemed to hold an ambient glow that gave the impression of standing in the middle of a peaceful forest. She too, wore a hooded sweatshirt, but the white and black colors were reversed, and the back had a globe instead of the biohazard symbol. She also wore jeans, but hers were covered in mud and grass stains, and unlike her sister, she opted to wear hiking boots in place of combat boots. Strapped to her back was a large claymore with a wooden handle and cross guard fashioned to look like intertwining tree roots.
"Oh! I think that's the guy we're looking for, Poison!" the blonde said excitedly, bouncing on her heels. The raven haired girl, who was apparently named 'Poison', studied Adam for a moment.
"Let's see," she began, "Red hair, horns, mask, trench coat, sword and scabbard," she paused to observe his face for a moment before nodding, "And a douchebag expression on his face. Yup, he's the one, Celeste." After hearing that last part, Adam, who had remained silent up until now, grit his teeth in anger.
"Alright, who do you think you are, and what do you want with me?" he demanded.
"A friend of ours wants to see you." answered Poison.
"And our job is to take you to him!" Celeste continued cheerfully.
"Yeah, right. I'm not going anywhere with you." Adam scoffed at the declarations. Poison simply shrugged.
"Yeah, well, you don't have a choice." She said as she turned away, "Celeste, you go grab him. I'll prepare for our meet up with Ace."
"You got it, sis!" Celeste replied nodding. Turning to Adam, she began to walk, actually it was almost a skip, towards him. Adam glared at her and began to reach towards his sword, Wilt.
"Oh, come on, don't be like that." Celeste told him, her smile never dropping from her face, "It's easier if you just come without a fight, So why don't you-" While she was saying this, she was reaching out to Adam and was about to put her hand on his shoulder when he struck. Quickly unsheathing Wilt, he cut off the blonde's arm faster than most people could see, causing Celeste to gasp and adopt a shocked, yet also offended(?), expression as her limb was reduced to a bleeding stump.
"Now why'd you have to go and do tha-" she was about to ask before Adam slashed again and kicked her in the chest, sending both body and newly separated head to the ground. Hearing the commotion, Poison started to turn around and face Adam again, this time with a worried expression.
"Celeste?! What happened-" before she could even finish her question, Adam sheathed Wilt and dashed over to the raven haired girl. Grabbing onto her shoulder, Adam threw Poison as hard as he could towards a pile of burning debris.
"Oh, you son of a bitch!" Poison shouted, righting herself as she flew through the air, "You just had to make this difficult, didn't you?" Unfortunately, Poison did not pay attention to where her body was flying. As a result, the broken end of a support beam erupted from her chest as she was impaled on the pile of debris. Letting out an angry shriek from the pain, Poison dropped her saber and grabbed the support beam, trying to pull her body off of it. Seeing that she was in no position to fight back, Adam calmly walked towards her as he unsheathed Wilt. Shifting Blush, the scabbard, into its rifle form Adam all but pressed the barrel to Poison's head. Then he pulled the trigger. Obviously, a bullet is fired, and Poison has a new hole in her head. Poison is still for a moment as blood runs down her face, before slumping forward. The red haired swordsman shifts Blush back into a scabbard and sheathes Wilt. He then turns and begins to walk away once more. Unfortunately for him, this causes him to miss Poison's hand twitching, as well as Celeste's headless body sitting up and her severed arm turning into compost.
What a couple of idiots, thinking they could make me go anywhere with them when they didn't even have any Aura. Adam thought to himself, and he would have been on his way if not for two little things. One, he felt two hands each grab a shoulder, and Two, he heard two voices that he most definitely should not be hearing anymore.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked a pair of voices, one with a familiar bubbly tone, and the other with an equally familiar venomous (see what I did there?) tone. Wrenching his shoulders out of the pair of hands, Adam whirled around and was greeted by the sight of the two girls once more.
"That hurt, asshole!" Poison growled, her face streaked with blood, head lacking a bullet wound, and her sweatshirt equally bloody with a large rip in it.
"Plus, we still need to take you to see our friend!" Celeste added, head reattached and the stump of her severed arm having flesh and bone rapidly growing out of it and forming a new arm.
Before Adam even had a chance to react, the pair of girls each grabbed one of his arms and threw him through the air at a very high speed. While he was airborne, both extended a hand and seemed to aim past him. Meanwhile, Adam had been thrown so hard and fast he was flying through the air parallel to the ground and couldn't do anything but look ahead as two strange pentagrams, one green and the other purple, appear on either side of him. The red haired Faunus didn't get a chance to even try and think of an idea to stop his flight before he disappeared in a flash of light.
"Geez, first the thing with Ivan and that ritual, and now this." Poison panted, "Ace sure is going to owe a lot of favors." she lowered her arm and turned away, "Whatever, it's not my problem. I'm going home."
A flash of light identical to the one that made Adam disappear occurred again, unceremoniously depositing Adam on the ground.
"What the hell…" Adam groaned as he picked himself off the ground, "What did those two do to me? Where am I?" Looking at his surroundings, Adam realized something very strange. He was still in the building at Beacon, but while it was still in ruins, it was no longer in flames. In addition, the whole place was completely silent, no sound of Grimm, White Fang, nothing.
"Oh, you're here." said a voice, "Poison and Celeste really don't fuck about." Spinning on his heel and grasping Wilt's handle, Adam faced the owner of the voice.
The owner of the voice was a teenage boy who, Adam realized, looked very similar to the two girls that sent him here in the first place. Same height, same pale skin with freckles, and same blonde shade of hair as Celeste, and while it was cut short, you could still make out the same slight wave. Like Poison, he had a black hooded sweatshirt with a skull on the front, but the symbol on the back was a large, gold pocket watch. He also wore combat boots, and his jeans were cleaner than the pairs worn by the girls, but the knees were torn. In addition, he wore glasses that framed eyes that glowed a fiery yellow.
"In case you're wondering, the name's Ace." said the newly identified Ace.
"I don't care what your name is." Adam snapped, "What do you want with me?" Ace just shrugged.
"To punish you for what you've done slash possibly give you a chance to redeem yourself." The answer he gave was so outlandish that all Adam could do was stand there and stare at him.
"…What?" he asked slowly.
"To put it simply, you're an asshole." Ace said bluntly, "You've killed a bunch of people and, not too long ago, you swore to make your ex-partner's life hell because she didn't agree with your genocidal doctrine. So I'm going to make you pay for all the crimes you've committed. And who knows, maybe you'll become a better person in the process."
"What makes you think I'll do anything you ask?" Adam snarled. Ace just gave him a deadpan stare.
"If Cinder could strongarm you into helping her cause when she didn't even have the full power of the Fall Maiden-"
What's this about Maidens? A small part of Adam couldn't help but wonder.
"-then I'm pretty sure it'll be a cakewalk for me." Not missing the obvious implication that he was being called weak, Adam growled and charged the blonde boy. Ace sighed but remained still, and Adam got within striking distance and performed a draw slash. But, just as Wilt was swung at him, Ace simply held out his arm and, with two fingers becoming coated in some sort of obsidian-like substance, caught the blade between said fingers.
"You really need to work on your anger issues, you know that?" he commented, before giving his hand a quick twist and snapping Wilt into two pieces. While Adam was in shock over seeing his blade broken like it was nothing more than a twig, Ace clenched his other hand into a fist that quickly became coated in the same obsidian, and punched Adam square in the stomach. Coughing up saliva, Adam dropped Blush and the remains of Wilt as he flew back several feet.
"Bastard…" he he wheezed out, desperately trying to get some air into his lungs. Meanwhile, Ace bent down and picked up Adam's discarded weapon. Tapping Wilt with his thumb, a small glyph that looked like a clock that was moving backwards at a fast pace appeared. This somehow caused the shards of the blade to fly up off the ground and mend themselves, within seconds, Wilt looked good as new.
"I'll admit, this blade is very well made." Ace complimented, giving it a few test swings before turning his attention to Blush, "And this…" he transformed Blush into rifle mode and looked down the sight, "Smooth transformation, good weight distribution…" Ace then aimed and fired at a far wall, then observing where the bullet hit, "And reliable accuracy." Satisfied with the evaluation he gave them, he turned Blush back into a scabbard and sheathed Wilt as Adam finally managed to get back to his feet.
"Give those back." demanded the red haired Faunus.
"I will," Ace replied, "At a later time. You can have these back once I'm sure I can trust you with them."
"Why are you even doing this?" asked Adam. Fixing the horned swordsman with such an intense glare that Adam had to force himself not to take a step back, Ace began to walk towards him slowly.
"Why?" he echoed, "Because as far as I'm concerned, you're nothing but scum. You're one of the people to blame for the White Fang's goal of achieving equality for the Faunus becoming corrupted and twisted to the point that it's now about wiping out humanity. Your actions do nothing but perpetuate the stereotype that Faunus are nothing but violent, criminal animals, thus making life for the good Faunus harder." As he continued to talk, the strange boy's eyes began to glow brighter and brighter with anger, "But as far as you're concerned, you're the good guy, you're the hero of your own story. You're never the asshole in a situation, nothing is ever your fault. And you'll kill anyone who doesn't agree with your way of thinking." By now, Ace was right in Adam's face, and his eyes were glowing white hot. In fact, the surrounding temperature had physically risen to the point that it felt hotter than the sun in the middle of July. This time, Adam really did take a step back, this guy was absolutely radiating death and rage.
"W-what the hell are you?! Some kind of demon?!" Try as he might, Adam couldn't keep the terrified stammer out of his voice. Ace just chuckled.
"Pretty much." he said darkly. Then, all of a sudden, he dropped the malevolent aura, the surrounding temperature returned to normal, and his eyes returned to their original yellow, "But as much as I hate you for what you've done, I'm willing to believe it's not too late for you. I'm offering you a chance to atone for your sins and maybe, just maybe, become a real hero. What do you say?" Adam stared at the boy who was someone able to go from making him fear for his life, to offering him a chance at some sort of redemption. All in less than a minute. Composing himself, he took a moment to think about the offer.
What really stuck out to him was how Ace had thrown around the word 'hero' a few times. To be honest, it reminded him of when he was younger, and naive. It reminded him of when he was a kid, and dreamed of being a hero who stood up for the oppressed Faunus. Who protected the weak, both Faunus and humans, believe it or not, from humans who abused their power for their own selfish gain, and didn't care how many people's lives they had to trample on to get what they wanted. It actually wasn't until a few years ago, when the White Fang's leadership changed, that Adam had truly started to abandon those ideals and believe the only way that life for the Faunus could improve, was to prove their superiority to the human race. As far as he was concerned nowadays, there was nothing wrong with dreaming, but sometimes dreamers have to wake up and face the cruel, unforgiving reality. And right now, the reality was that even Adam knew it was too late for him to become any sort of 'hero', as much as he didn't want it to be so.
"Sorry, kid." Adam replied, shaking his head, "But you can spout as much of that 'there's still good in you' crap as you want, but we both know that there's no turning back for me. My answer is no." Ace stared at Adam silently for a moment before nodding.
"I see," he said slowly, "But unfortunately, you don't really have a choice." That caught Adam off guard.
"…What?" he asked dumbly. Ace shrugged and gave him a bit of a smile in response to his dumbfounded expression.
"You see, as much as this is a chance at redemption for you, keep in mind, it's also supposed to be a punishment." explained the (apparently) demonic teen, "My plan is to put you in a situation where you'll end up having to do good, you can almost think of it as…" Ace waved his had as he searched for the right words, "community service."
"But-but you said it was an offer! As in, I have a choice! I can say yes or no!" the horned swordsman sputtered. Once again, Ace just shrugged.
"Yeah, I kinda lied." Ace then tapped his chin as he adopted a thoughtful expression, "But now the question is: where to send you?"
"What do you mean 'where to send me'!?" demanded Adam, "You mean you haven't thought this all the way through!?" The strange blonde teen only waved off Adam's concerns.
"Don't worry about it too much. In order for this whole thing to work I have to send you somewhere you don't have a reputation as a mass murderer." was all Ace offered before going back to his pondering, "Could I send him there? No, that wouldn't work. Hmmm… Maybe…? No, that's a bad idea as well. Wait a minute…!" a look of inspiration appeared on his face, "I may not be entirely familiar with the events of that… but that would make it all the better! And more effective!" By this point, Adam was getting sick and tired of this whole situation.
"What are you babbling about?" he said in frustration. Ace looked at him with a grin.
"You're chance to become a hero, so get ready!"
"Get ready for wha-" Adam started to ask, but Ace cut him off by snapping his fingers, and everything went black.
The next thing Adam knew, he found himself in a rural neighborhood late at night, with lit street lamps placed periodically. Upon realizing he was no longer wearing his mask, he also noticed that his outfit had changed, it now consisted of a black and white t-shirt with '1797' on the front, gray jeans, and black shoes. He also had a brown bookbag on his back.
"Now where am I?" he grumbled to himself.
"Your in a country called Japan, on a planet called Earth." said a voice next to him. Snapping his head in that direction, Adam was once again greeted by the sight of Ace.
"You sent me to an entirely different world!?" Adam asked, incredulous, "How is that even possible?" In response, Ace held up both of his hands, he held one palm up and snapped his fingers with the other. This caused a small flame to appear in his palm and multicolored sparks to fly from his fingertips.
"Magic." he replied simply, "It's also why… you were 23 before, right?" Adam did not respond verbally, but nodded.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." said Ace, "Anyway, I reversed your age by about six or seven years. So now you're about 16 or 17." Again, Adam remained silent. All he could do was put his hands on his head and shake it. Except when he did that, he felt something strange. Or, to be more specific, it felt strange because of what he didn't feel when he did this.
"What the-?!" Adam began feeling all over his head frantically, "Where the hell are my horns?!"
"Don't worry, I didn't remove them." Ace told him, "I just hid them." Adam slowly turned towards the teenage magic user.
"Hid them…?" he repeated, causing Ace to nod.
"Yeah, I cast a spell so that they are no longer visible, nor can they be touched. But they're there."
"WHY?!" Adam cried at the top of his lungs.
"Because… you see… Faunus don't exist in this world." Ace replied, scratching the back of his head.
"You mean, you supposedly sent me to a world where there are only humans?" the red haired guy who was now a teenager again said slowly.
"Yup." Ace replied, popping the 'p', "So as far as anyone on this world is concerned, you're also a human, so you might want to at least try and hide your hatred of humans. Oh, and I also kind of used you to basically replace some other guy-"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I 'REPLACED' SOMEONE?!" shrieked Adam, who, understandably, was hitting his breaking point and starting to crack.
"Don't worry about it too much." Ace told him, which really meant that Ace slash the author was feeling too lazy to explain it, "No one's gonna notice or ask questions. Now, the guy I replaced you with was on his way home, I believe. So that's where you're going. So you might as well get on that." Ace was about to turn away before a thought occurred to him, "Oh, and something you should keep in mind: One must take full responsibility for their actions. Bye." and just like that, Ace disappeared in a burst of fire and smoke, leaving Adam by himself.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" the red haired swordsman bellowed, "I'LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS! I'LL KILL YOU!" Breathing deeply from the outburst, Adam took a moment to compose himself.
So… According to that Ace guy, I might as well be human now. He thought, And since I have no way of getting back to Remnant, what now? Adam tried desperately to think of a solution to the situation he was in. While doing that, he realized something else, he could no longer feel his Aura.
Aaaaaaaannnnnnnnddd I apparently don't have Aura. Guess I don't have a choice, I'll just have to go along with this whole punishment-slash-possible-redemption nonsense he's putting me through. Resigning himself to his current predicament, Adam put his hands in his pockets and started to walk down the street. He didn't know how, but he somehow knew he was heading in the direction of his 'home'. Thanks to the fact that it was late at night and that there were no other sounds, Adam soon heard it.
"Just get in the car!" snarled a masculine voice from somewhere in the distance.
"Stop it!" pleaded a feminine voice. Hearing these voices, Adam slowed to a stop. To his right was a connecting street, and it was also the same place that the arguing voices of a man and woman could be heard.
"How dare you cross me!" said the man.
"Stop it! Let me go!" the woman continued to beg. Adam knew it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. Turning back to the direction he was initially heading, he took a few slow steps forward.
Whatever, if what Ace told me about this 'world' is true, then she's just some human. Adam thought to himself, Humans caused the Faunus to suffer for so long, so it's not my problem. Humans deserve to suffer. I have no reason to help her. She's just some human. It's not my problem. That's what he kept telling himself, at least.
So why wouldn't his body take another step?
She's just some human. It's not my problem. Adam continued to think, but he still just stood there. The more he tried to move forward, the more his feet refused to move. She's. Just. Some. Human. It's. Not. My. Problem.
Finally, finally, his body began to move again. But rather than going straight, towards his 'home', he found himself taking a sharp right. With his body feeling like it was moving on its own, Adam walked down the street and was soon greeted by the sight of a woman struggling against a man near a car.
"No…!" the woman begged, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.
"Don't give me that shit…" the man slurred, Adam was close enough that he could easily make out that the guy was drunk. He could even smell the alcohol from where he was standing. Granted, that was probably because he still had his Faunus senses, but the point still stands.
"Ow! P-Please stop…!" the woman cried.
She's just some human… Adam still tried to reason with himself, but he still found himself walking towards the scene in front of him regardless.
"Tch… what a waste of time." grumbled the man. Adam was now able to make out that he was bald and wore a suit, "You think you're worth causing me trouble? Huh?"
"I-I'll call the police!" the woman tried to threaten desperately. Adam could now see that she had long, black hair, and wore a white shirt with a black skirt. He also noticed that her attempted threat only served to amuse the drunk man.
"Heh, call them if you want! The police are my bitches." he bragged, "They're not gonna take you seriously."
"No… Stop…!" the woman went back to begging just as police sirens could be heard in the distance, drawing the attention of the bald drunk.
"Tch, Someone called the cops, huh?" he muttered before turning his attention back to the woman, "Get in the car! Incompetent fools like you just need to shut your mouths and follow where I steer this country!" Finally deciding he had heard enough, Adam reached out and grabbed the drunk man's shoulder and pulled him away from the scared woman.
"Enough's enough." Adam told him, placing himself between the two. Doing this allowed him to see that the man left his suit jacket unbuttoned and didn't wear a tie. He did, however, wear a pair of glasses with the lenses tinted orange and had a black goatee.
"Hey-! Get outta my face!" snapped the drunk, "This ain't a show. Get lost, kid."
"You first." Adam replied, glaring at the man in front of him.
"Damn brat, you got some nerve…" the drunk slurred, "I'm the only one who can steer this country properly. So shut your mouth and GET LOST!" he roared and took a sloppy swing at the red haired boy. Given that the man was barely vertical he was so drunk, Adam blocked the pathetic excuse for a punch and countered by shoving the man back. Stumbling backwards, the bald drunk struggled to regain his balance in his intoxicated state. Managing to shift his momentum forwards, the man tried to came at Adam again. Only to fall forward and to the left, causing him to smash his head onto a nearby guardrail.
"Just how drunk are you? Bastard…" Adam muttered as the man stood back up, nursing a bleeding gash on his forehead. During the fall, the man's glasses had fallen off, revealing brown eyes.
"Damn brat…" he said again, "I'll sue!" Adam just snorted in response.
"Like anyone will believe you. It's obvious you're drunk, and this woman," he gestured to the man's almost-victim, "will serve as a witness that I was protecting her from you assaulting her." The man turned his drunken gaze back to the woman, and then started to chuckle.
"You really think that'll work?" he asked, "Do you have any idea who I am?" Meanwhile, the woman managed to once more work up her courage and step forward.
"If you keep this up…" she began slowly, "Then I'll report about the money! Is that fine with you?" The bald man just shrugged in response.
"All I have to say is that you did it on your own, and it's over." he told her, causing the woman to falter.
"But… I just did as I was told…"
"I don't know what you two are talking about, and frankly, I don't care." Adam cut in, "But you're still not going to get away with trying to assault her, and she can still support my story that you swung first while I acted in self defense." The drunk man simply looked between the two.
"Who do you think I am?" he told them, as if they were supposed to know, apparently.
Some drunk guy who thinks he's untouchable for some reason? Adam replied mentally, choosing not to dignify what he said with a verbal response.
"No…" the woman said weakly.
"Hey. Make this statement to the cops. 'This kid suddenly attacked me.' Got it?" the drunk instructed the woman, "If you even try to say anything else, you know what'll happen to you, right?"
"Huh? But-" the woman tried to argue.
"You think she's actually gonna say that?" Adam cut in, again, "You tried to assault her and then swung at me when I told you to back off. You don't have a leg to stand on." Admittedly, Adam was attempting to take full advantage of the fact that he was human, as far as the people of - what had Ace called this place? Earth? Yeah, that sounds right. - Earth were concerned. He knew full well that if he tried to pull this back on Remnant, even if he wasn't White Fang, he probably wouldn't be very lucky. So, yeah, he was going to try and make the most of his situation any way he could.
"Shut up. You're done for." the man snapped, "You're gonna learn what happens when you cross me…" By this time, a cop car pulled up and the sirens turned off. Two policemen, one burly and one thin, got out and came forward.
"Excuse me, folks." said a burly policeman, "We received a complaint about an argument here. Is something the matter?" hearing this, the drunk man stood up straight and turned towards the officers.
"Oh! It's you, sir." the burly policeman said in recognition.
Wait, what? Thought Adam.
"So, what happened? Explain it to the good officer." the drunk man told the woman.
"As you can see, this guy's obviously drunk," Adam said, stepping forward before the woman could speak, "I found him trying to force this woman into his car, I told him to back off and he took a swing at me. I blocked it and pushed him back, he ended up falling and cutting his head on the guardrail."
"I wasn't asking you." the drunk man snapped, "I was talking to the bitch next to you." Adam just shrugged at the bald drunk's words.
"So? They can go ahead and ask her, then. She'll support my story." he turned to the woman, "Go on, tell them what happened." The woman didn't say anything for a moment, she just turned her head away from the scene in front of her. Something about that got Adam worried for some reason.
"Aren't you going to tell them-" Adam was about to ask before the woman cut him off.
"That young man suddenly attacked him…" the woman said slowly, resignation in her voice, "He shoved this gentleman to the ground." Adam blinked
"…What?" asked the red haired teen, "No, that's-"
"And this man… got injured…" she continued
"What!?" cried the disguised Faunus, "No! What are you-"
"…It's as she says." the drunk man interrupted, "Also… make sure you deal with this so my name isn't mentioned at all. You understand what that means, correct?"
"Y-yes, sir!" the burly policeman replied, nodding. He then turned to the other policeman, "Hey, cuff him!"
"U-understood." responded the thin policeman.
"No! Stop! That's not what happened at all!" Adam said frantically as the two policemen moved forward and grabbed his arms.
"Shut up!" the bald man barked again, "Let this be a lesson. This is what happens when you mess with me."
"No…" the red haired Faunus said weakly. At that point, everything just became a blur. He was taken to a police station, and thus, Adam Taurus' first memory of Earth was getting arrested on false assault charges. All because his body moved on its own and he ended up trying to play hero. It all reminded him of one thing he learned from being a Faunus on Remnant: By Oum, he hated humans.
Alright everybody, here it is. The first chapter of my Persona 5/RWBY crossover, starring Adam Taurus as the role of Joker! I should probably explain some things right now. First off, Adam isn't going to be as bad as he is in canon. I am in no way an abuse apologist, I just want to make him a better person for the sake of the story. Second, I haven't really decided on pairings, I mean, I've decided on one and I can also confidently say that this will not be a harem fic. Oh, and I might get inconsistent with chapter lengths. Ummm… that's all I can really think of to say… So as always, if you like my writing be sure to follow this story so you can be notified when a new chapter comes out. Also, be sure to check out my other stories (which I promise I will update as soon as I can): Freelancers React to Red vs Blue, RWBY and the Wolf, and Pokemon Avatar Mode. Oh, and another thing, be sure to tell me what you think of my writing by leaving a comment, I'm always open to constructive criticism. Until next time!