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Prologue.
Remnant.
A world held together by dust.
The unity of life against the forces of death and destruction that surrounds its borders. Growing ever stronger, as the forces of light and life, fall to infighting, selfishness and greed.
All of these things and more, will eventually rip the heart from the People of Remnant, if not at the hands of the Grimm tide that stands before them, then at their own hands. For as all things know, humans and indeed all humanoid life, live for nought else, but death and destruction. Every monument they ever made, eventually crumbles at the hands of their own species, some you would count as works of nature, or shoddy workmanship, but, this tally pales when compared to the one where humanoid life seeks to destroy the works of its own kind.
*A forest on Remnant*
I am nothing.
I am nothing.
I am nothing.
I repeat this mantra inside my head. My face impassive, dead, void of emotion or life. Only my eyes seem to have any sort of life in them, some sort of emotion or intelligence. I stare at a small clearing as deer graze; totally unaware of my presence, I move slow, not making a sound. Not even breathing, as I control my heart rate moving ever closer to the heard; picking my target as I move. No wasted movements, no stone dislodged, no blade of grass distorting as I move forward.
A pause to take in the scents in air to see if there is any disturbance that could give me away, or just as likely give away the position of potential threats; like that Crow that has been tailing me for the last few days. Initially I thought it to be a Grimm but after checking its actions and scent, I know now what it is. It's actions are not natural for a Grimm; it would not sit and observe any humanoid life without calling for any other Grimm in the area to come and kill this faunus that dares intrude in their territory. The reason as to why I know that that Crow up there is not a Grimm? Well, it made one fatal mistake; it was foolish enough to bring alcohol on a hunt like this. Idiot.
Well, that's human stupidity for you or rather 'City Dwellers' for you in general. Even out here in the wild they desire their creature comforts, like alcohol and being clean for example. In regards to the latter it just means that they just don't smell right out here, anyone with half a nose could tell you when a City Dweller set foot in any forest in Remnant. Not only that, they could tell you what their gender is, give you a rough age gap, tell you how tall they are, how much they weight and what they've eaten in the last twelve hours.
They are just too soft for life out here in the wild, hell, it's almost impossible for your average City Dweller to survive out here without either experience, patience or even the most basic of survival training out here and that's not even taking the Grimm or even bandits into account. Would they know how to turn sticks and stones into tools and weapons? Can they identify an animal by its tracks? How to track the wild life? How to use the animals fur, skin, bones and flesh? No, no they do not. They are all but blind to the world around them, living their little lives, safe behind their big city walls.
Putting those thoughts aside I come to a halt, my chosen prey no more than fifteen feet away from me. Slowly I take my weapon in hand. Now to most people it would be nought but a length of hardwood, a red oak to be precise, though I do prefer mahogany wood due its greater resilience. About a foot and a half long with a wrapped leather grip on one end, while at the other, rests a small wooden notch. To the soft handed City Dwellers, this is not a weapon, but to me, this is a tool, a weapon I have used for the last six years.
This is an Atlatl launcher, an ancient weapon used by hunters and warriors alike long before Dust, Aura and even Grimm came into existence. This works like a Bow, for without ammunition it is just a piece of wood.
Taking care to make a little noise as possible, I draw a dart from my quiver and set it into the notch on the Atlatl. The dart itself is made from Sandbar Willow wood, one of the best kinds due to its flexibility. The darts need that flex in order to use the energy created from the Atlatl, in order to reach the target. Some goose feathers near the butt portion of the dart, with a sinew wrap at the base of the dart help keep the dart on target. The tip itself is also sinew wrapped, that ends at a removable head, made again from Sandbar Willow and from carefully shaped arrowheads made from either volcanic glass called obsidian or from a more common stone called flint. Any good hunter would carry at least seven or eight of these dart shafts as well as around twenty or thirty extra dart tips to replace broken ones. Not just that, they would also carry the tools necessary to craft more in the field, and if resources prove to be scarce I can also use fire-hardened wooden dart tips as well.
As I draw my arm back however, the Crow takes flight crying out, causing my target and the herd become tense, weary, all thanks to that fucking Crow. Keeping my emotions in check I remain still, becoming nothing, giving no indication of presence. Time passes slowly whilst I hold such an awkward position but the herd eventually calms down, nevertheless, I hold myself back from striking. Hunting takes patience, something I learned the hard way. Finally, after judging the time to be right I then draw my arm back further, steady my aim and then hurl the dart forward.
A small 'woomf' sound followed by a meaty 'thunk', my target then hits the ground, dead. The herd scatters after my attack; remaining hidden, I allow the herd to get a safe distance away. After the herd has gone, I slowly make my way to the deer I'd felled. Cautiously, I make sure that it is dead by poking it with a dart, getting no reaction I slowly and carefully retrieve the dart that killed it. I then draw my obsidian carving knife resting upon my right hip to skin, bleed and butcher the animal. After that lengthy operation, I clean my knife, my hands and pack up the choice cuts of the deer, as well as the heart and some of the blood that I collected in a plastic bottle I took from an abandoned bag I found for later use as a drink.
While I'm walking back to my camp I hear what sounds like a river so I take a detour in order to clean myself and my gear of any and all traces of blood so as to prevent any Grimm or the local wildlife from tracking me so easily. Upon arrival I begin cleaning my gear then myself, once that task is done I pause for a moment just to take a look at the image reflected on the surface of the water. What I see, is me. A Honey Badger faunus of around sixteen winters, with a tall yet muscular physique, one built with speed and agility as the main focus, yet one that houses an extraordinary level of physical strength. A face that fits perfectly with the description of being 'gaunt', with high and strong cheekbones. Dark brown eyes devoid of emotion and long hair that reaches a little past the shoulders, it is primarily white in color, but turns black as it nears the tips. I can feel numerous scars on my body most of which I received in my early years out here in the Wilds, one of them being a prominent slash across my stomach. I also have a scraggy, matted black and white colored beard, about an inch or two in length.
My attention is drawn as I hear the sound of a machine, some sort of aircraft if I'm not mistaken. And as I figured, it is headed my way. That Crow must have finally told others about my presence here. Are they here to kill me? Or are they here to take me back for a prison sentence? If it's the latter then they will find that to be a rather tough task as I will not let them take me alive as I honestly see no point in being amongst humans, or faunus for that matter. I mean if you can't trust your own species to help you in your darkest hour, then who can you trust? Simple. You only have yourself. Only you, can save yourself in that type of situation. And that is exactly what I did.
I had stolen a scroll when I decided that enough was enough and ran away beyond the walls of Vale and into the wilderness, with that scroll I was able to acquire the knowledge that I sorely needed to survive out here; I'd looked up wilderness survival, and primitive weapon making. I consider myself lucky to even find websites about these things let alone full video tutorials on the subject, yet I was able to find a number of detailed videos that also gave clear instructions and information regarding the materials that would be best suited for the task for both weapons and tools for crafting, cooking and hunting.
Hmmm. The aircraft seems to be holding position about a mile or so away, probably so that the occupants can get a report from the Crow. Should I head back to camp? Or should I lead them on a little run? No, I still have important materials back at camp. Now I do want to avoid contact with who ever it is, I cannot leave the materials that I have stashed there. What's worse is that they will probably head there anyway. Still...I cannot discount the possibility that they aren't here for me and that the interaction could be minimal; so, for now at least, I will 'play host' to the City Dwellers. I sigh, if only because of the near unavoidable contact with whoever is coming. I turn and steadily make my way to camp, all while keeping my senses open to any shift in the natural world.
*Some Time Passes*
When I finally reach camp, the aircraft starts to leave. Now, some people would assume that this meant that the pursuit is off, but I know better, it's highly likely that Crow has brought some friends to come meet me. It'll take a while for the wind to change so that I can get a better idea as to whether or not they are headed my direction as well as how many there are. As I wait, the wind shifts direction so that they are upwind of me, giving me all the information I need for the time being. Okay, there are apparently only three humans coming my way, two male and one female, I'm not sure what to make of this. They could be here to kill me for whatever reasons they posses or they could be here to bring me in, nonetheless all I can do for now is wait and see.
As time passes their scent only gets stronger, I can now smell some distinct scents on the three humans. The Crow is most definitely there, the amount of alcohol he has consumed in the last few days still lingers on him like a heavy cloak, ain't no amount of cleaning will ever remove that shroud. The Female smells clean, too clean. Hair washed, and body cleansed about three of four hours ago, tops. She also smells of tea and a small breakfast consisting of porridge, with side order of yogurt and a banana. The last man,smells STRONGLY of coffee. Spirits! That smell is as strong, if not stronger than the one surrounding the Crow! I fucking hate the smell of coffee!
Judging by the strength of their overall scent, I'd give them about half an hour or so before they get here, unless they deviate for a different purpose or to try and surround me by getting downwind of me. Well, I might as well get breakfast on the go, something simple I think. Strips of venison, with boiled Chicory roots. Chicory is a bushy plant with small blue, lavender, and white flowers. The entire plant is edible, just pluck off the leaves and either eat them raw or boil them. You can even pop the flowers themselves in your mouth as a quick snack, the roots can be also be boiled to make them tasty. You can even bake and grind them to use them as a coffee substitute.
*Half an hour later*
A few minutes before I would call breakfast ready, the three humans arrived. Approaching me from behind. A wise move on their part I will give them that much, still caught their scent though. Oh, they pause, and from what I can hear from their whispers they appear to be arguing, hehe, I cannot believe that they are arguing right now! Just goes to show how ignorant these City Dwellers really are. The female from what I can gather, is angry at the coffee man, but why though? Ahh, she deems me a threat, an appropriate response when encountering others out in the wild. Coffee man however, seems adamant about something with regards to me, most likely because of what the Crow told him about me. Whatever. Let them think as they will, I will not go back to human or faunus civilization. Not alive at least. Although, them just standing about arguing with themselves won't really get us anywhere.
So if they won't come forward, I will just prompt them.
"I know you three are there." I state. "The Crow has been following me for the last few days. So when he finally took off and that aircraft arrived about an hour later... Well you would have to be monumentally stupid to not put two and two together."
They are silent now. The scent from the female and the Crow tells me that they seem shocked at my declaration whilst the coffee man smells interested. I do not like that, not one bit.
"So I think it best that you come forward, and not skulk in the shadows like thieves." I continue. The two men give a small chuckle while the female keeps quiet, though her scent tells me that she doesn't share in their humor.
"In that case, if you'll allow it, we'll come forward." Replies one of the men. The voice sounds calm, measured and strong yet also a little mirthful. I just give a grunt and a slight nod of my head, all the while just staring at the meal cooking on the fire. Their steps, bring them up behind me, and they stop there. It's like they fully expect me to turn around, to acknowledge them in some way! No! Not happening.
"If you expect me to turn around, then you are sorely mistaken. You will move to the front of the fire for me to see." I say emphasising two key words. I will not show them any respect, nor will I expect it in turn, for out here respect is not freely given but earned.
"Young man! You will not take that tone of voice with your elders!" The Female, apparently, didn't like my lack of respect towards herself or her companions. Like I care, so I tell her as such.
"Inside those walls woman, respect, may be yours. But out here? Respect is not something freely given, it is earned and since this is the first time we've met I have no respect for you. Out here, it is survival of the fittest, only the strong, the clever, the ruthless, the savage and the feral alone may survive." I speak only the truth due to having hard earned experience to back up my claim. To hunt out here, you have to be clever enough to avoid detection from both the wildlife and the Grimm. This was not an easy hurdle to overcome. You must literally make the scent of the forest your own, make the scent of animals your own. You must become as air, dirt, water, a perfectly natural part of the landscape. This was not an easy thing to learn because of the fact that I am not a natural forest creature. Being both ruthless and savage is very easy out here, you just need to make sure that when you go in for the kill, you make sure that you damn well kill your target. Strong, for the very beasts that you hunt could very well make a meal out of you if you aren't careful. Not only that, but you have to fight the Grimm with whatever weapon is at hand, oftimes literally. Feral though, as a Honey Badger faunus I can tap into the most feral of my instincts to make myself tougher than normal, this is not aura or semblance however. These feral instincts made me tougher than those without aura or semblance, but I would most likely have survived out here a little better if I did have it unlocked... Nah, most likely I would have died, for the Grimm would have been able to find me that much easier.
"...!" She is not happy. Good, emotionally driven people make mistakes and are easily driven, controlled and manipulated.
"Steady there Glynda!" A man speaks in a sarcastic manner, his voice sounding rough and coarse. From the smell of alcohol I can say that this is the voice of the Crow and from what he says, the female is called Glynda though I'll have to change that soon. "This kid has fangs!" True, I do have fangs, rather sharp, piercing ones.
"Qrow! We are not here to indulge in his beha-!" She begins hotly, but I can see she does not take me seriously. So, whilst her attention is drawn away I pick up a rock tilt my head slightly to the left and throw it at her almost neglectful. Though I do expect one of the men to catch or deflect it. A sound of movement, and a hand catches the stone.
"I apologise on Glyndas' behalf. But please, lets keep this civilised." The man I now identify as Coffee Man caught it. His words are, again calm, though I do detect a small hint of force in them. Heh, a petty attempt at intimidation. Not gonna work here pal!
"If you want civilised, then you are farthest from it here." My voice is void of mirth, sarcasm, hate or even fear. "If you want to talk, then come in front of me. Sit on the log on the opposite side of the fire so that we might talk. Like civilised people." I cannot keep the venom from my voice as the word civilised makes its way past my mouth.
"Thank you young man." Replies Coffee Man. It's most likely that he heard my tone there but chose not to acknowledge it.
"Ozpin!" So that's Coffee Mans name, not that it really matters. "You cannot be serious about this! He is nothing more than an a-!" I interrupt her tirade because it is very clear what she was going to say.
"An animal." She remains quiet, but I can sense her unease. Maybe it's due to my being faunus that makes her feel so? No, most likely it's Coffee Man who makes her feel so.
"Glynda." His voice now laden with authority. "I would have thought that you would know not to use such offensive language." His disapproval of her words is quite apparent.
"I-I am deeply sorry for offending you." She sounds sincere.
"Don't be. I, like all faunus, are nothing more than animals pretending to be human, whilst humans are but a small step away from being the animals they so despise." No words from them but their scent tells me that they seem to find my words rather strange. Doesn't matter, this is my truth. My understanding of life.
As I spoke, the three humans slowly move around me, and sit on the log on the opposite side of the fire. Allowing me to get a good look at them.
Judging by scent, the one on the right is the one called Qrow. Hmm, I'll keep calling him The Crow. He has graying black spiky hair, red colored eyes and slight stubble along his jawline. His face is lacking any excess fat and holds a playful smirk on it, yet I can see a face that has seen the face of death and has survived. One that has jaded his views on life, but that smirk tells me that he seems to have a little lifeline. His Figure is lean but seems built for speed, yet also appears to hold a surprising degree of power. He has a tattered red cloak across his back, with a grey dress shirt with a long tail. Black dress pants, and black dress shoes. On his hands are some rings. On his right index finger lies one ring, with two others on his fourth right finger and he also wears a necklace with a crooked cross-shaped pendant. A weapon hangs from his lower back with the handle clearly shown peeking from his right side, best I can see is that it is a heavy cleaver of some sort but knowing that these hunters like fancy weapons it must have some sort of gun blended into it. They sure love to needlessly complicate things.
On the left is the one called Glynda, who appears to be a middle-aged woman that has very light-blonde hair that is tied back in a bun with a loose curl hanging down the right side of her face. Her eyes are a bright green color, and she wears thin ovular glasses. She also wears teal colored earrings that match the pendant hanging on her collar. Her face is set in a stern manner, but I do detect a motherly feel to her that she has hidden well. She wears a white long-sleeved, pleated top that has a wide keyhole neckline and gauntlet cuffs that flare in pleats at the wrist. Her lower body is covered by a black high-waisted pencil skirt with bronze buttons and black-brown stockings. She wears black boots with brown heels, and a cape that is purple inside and black on the outside. The cut of the cape is stylized to end in flames and arrows, with a row of diamond-shaped bronze beads on the back. Above this line of beads appears an emblem of a tiara. I'll continue calling her The Female however as I don't wish to show her any form of respect when she hasn't earned it.
Lastly, in the middle is the Coffee Man, known as Ozpin. He appears to be a middle-aged man, with tousled silver hair and thin brown eyes. As I look at him however, I notice his eyebrows do not match his hair color. They are black. He must have suffered some heavy trauma to turn his hair a different color. He has a light complexion with sharp facial features. This face is set in a manner that seems indifferent, yet he holds many emotions and feelings behind that carefully set face of his. His outfit consists of shaded glass spectacles and a small, purple, cross-shaped pin on the green colored cowl around his neck. He wears an unzipped black suit over a buttoned vest and green shirt. He also wears black trouser shoes and long, dark-green pants. He is also carrying a cane which I assume is his weapon; it's handle is embellished with a pattern, and has a large knuckle guard that reaches down to the bottom of the handle. There also appear to be small gold gears in the handle at the point where the shaft on handle meet. The shaft itself is gray-black in color, and has a roughly squarish shape to it. Very different to the usual rounded shaft, probably better for bludgeoning opponents.
They sit there studying me as surely as I am studying them. My gaze turns back to my meal and I see that it is ready so I start to prepare my breakfast in front of their eyes, acting as though they aren't even there. The tightening of her eyes tells me that the Female is rather free with her emotions. Considering that she is supposed to be a veteran hunter, that is a rather poor thing to do out here in the Wilds; loose and free emotions could attract Grimm after all. With my breakfast on my stone plate I proceed to tuck in all the while waiting for one of them to start speaking, from there, I will speak and act as necessary.
"Thank you for affording us a chance to talk to you young man." Coffee Man said, finally speaking. "I am rather curious though, just how long have you been out here?" His tone, questioning.
"It's been about six winters now." I respond simply. His face shows little, but, his eyes widen slightly, betraying a sense of surprise. His companions, however, are rather plain to see. The Crow seems a little awed at what I just said, whilst The Female is apparently shocked, if not a little upset at the fact.
"About six winters you say? That is a long time for one as young as yourself. What made you decide to come out here? From how you spoke earlier you inferred that you had a distrust of others. What do you mean by that?" Coffee Man asks. I snort at that, does he really think that I will just hand over my personal history just like that!?
"Do you honestly believe that I would divulge my past to you just because you asked for it? You? A complete and total stranger whom I do not trust, not one bit!? I had you pegged as an intelligent man, but it seems that I gave you too much credit!" I say, acid lacing my tone at his poor attempt at getting at my personal history.
"Now see here-!" Again, The Female tries to speak regarding my lack of any form of respect towards them. I won't have any of it.
"If you are quite finished, I have work to do." Seeing that this is going nowhere, I decide to end the conversation. Standing up and just throwing the last bits of my breakfast straight into my mouth and swallow it then start kicking dirt onto the fire until it is out, I then begin to grab my cooking utensils and start to pack up my belongings.
"Hey easy there buddy, we still want to talk to you about something." That idiot Crow tries to intervene, but I do not stop packing, as I then start to grab as many of the useful materials as I can, discarding those that will only slow me down. While doing this I decide to call this guy Tipsy as I don't want to call him by his name by accident.
"Young man, would it be possible for you to entertain a thought?" Ozpin asks, slowly yet clearly.
"Depends on the thought." I reply dryly before turning to face him. "Don't expect much from me here. If you want me to fight for humans and faunus, then you are barking up the wrong tree, if you want me to kill Grimm, then think again! I am not some 'pawn' in your little game, Coffee Man!" The force and venom in my tone cause Ozpin to, against his own will, blinks a few times, in shock perhaps. It is not just him who blinks but The Crow and The Female also; most likely due to what I called him. He gains control of himself and starts to talk again.
"I do not see you as anything less than a person. NOT some piece to be thrown away." Coffee Man speaks quite clearly with regards to how I view myself in his eyes. His words are quite firm infact.
"I came because my associate, Qrow here, told me about something that I had found to be interesting-!" He begins, but I interrupt.
"So, you find me 'interesting' do you? Am I some sort of endangered animal that you want to stick in an enclosure for scientific study perhaps?" I reply in a dead voice, but I add a note of hostility, to show what I really think of that thought process.
"No! No, I do not! What I found interesting, is the fact that you were even out here! No one should be able to survive without aura, semblance or even modern technology for longer than a few months at best and yet you say that you've survived for what amounts to six years, especially when so deep in Grimm territory!" He seems to be quite interested in my ability to survive out here. Where the hell is he going with this?
"I will not try to pry into your past, but do you know what I really see before me?" He looks me in the eyes, trying to get me to understand something maybe? "I see someone who has survived, despite the impossible odds. I see someone who has fought every day for six years, deep in Grimm territory, and has still survived! I see a strong warrior, a survivor, a true blooded Huntsman! That is what I see, when I look at you." Strong words there Coffee Man, but it will not alter my opinion of you and your associates.
"As such I want to offer you a place in my school, Beacon Academy." His declaration caught me off guard, I was not expecting this. Nor as it appears, did The Female.
"Ozpin! You cannot be serious! He has no desire to protect others! No desire to fight the Grimm! How can you make such an offer!?" The Female does not attempt to hide her anger at his offer. Can't blame her really. I am not liking this one bit. I mean, he wants to put me in a place where my freedom will be heavily limited and regimented, I would have lost the freedom of choice by falling under someone else's control. I would have to follow his rules and do things his way! I would have to play nice with the very vermin I so hate and despise! As my emotions start to run wild within me, I notice that the only one who hasn't spoken yet is Tipsy. From what I can see on his face, he is contemplating something, probably what Coffee Man just said.
"You are a real piece of work aren't you?" I give my voice an edge, it does not go unnoticed.
"Steady there. It is just a thought, a bad one yes, but still just a thought." Tipsy replies finally entering the conversation, acting oddly enough as the voice of reason. I did not see that he had it in him to be a mediator. "I know that Ozpin is asking you to go beyond your comfort levels. But, the way I see it. Don't you feel a little lonely out here? Do you really not like the idea of interacting with other people? Do you truly desire to remain an outcast from all society? Forever? Think on this for a bit, what he is offering is a chance to interact with people in a controlled environment, a place where you can chose when you can interact with others. Out here, you may seem to have that choice, but there may come a time where you can't make that decision, what would you do then?" Qrow asks, hoping for me to see reason in his words.
I hear what he says and it sounds like a smart idea, but I cannot agree to them. I ran away from society as a whole, of my own volition and I have no intention on going back. Here, I can live how I want, do whatever I please! If I went with them however, I would be strapped with who knows how many rules, regulations and conditions that would limit the freedom that I so cherish. I hate both faunus and humans. I do not want any further contact between myself and them! I made my choice and I have lived a good life ever since I left the city of Vale. I will not give that up without some very strong reasons. And those that he just gave me? Bloody piss poor ones!
"If you think that that will be enough to sway me, then you are far more of an idiot than Coffee Man!" I lash out at him, for his moronic statement. "I hate both the faunus and the humans! If I went to your school Coffee Man, my freedoms would most likely be taken away from me, and that is something that I would never agree to!" I am getting angry now, they are pushing their already unwelcome presence into an overbearingly aggravating one, and it is getting on my nerves!
"Please, let us all calm down and think rationally." I twitch at that. "There is no need for there to be hostilities between us-!" Oh for the love of-! He just won't quit will he!
"Look here pal, I am done with this conversation, I am done with your ideas, I am done with you and your associates! I am not going to join your school and I am not going to leave the one place that I know I can trust!" I make my intentions very clear so that there is no misunderstanding between us.
"What would get you to join my school?" That calm voice! Why won't he just..! No! No! No. Calm down, letting my emotions run free is what he wants. He is trying to get me to join him by letting my emotions carry the conversation. Damn near almost fell for it too! I breathe deeply a few times to get my rampant emotions under check.
"Coffee Man. That very nearly worked. Trying to use my emotions to take control of the conversation, a very wise move on your part, but I am now back in control of my emotions." I intone, voice once again controlled, measured and calm. "I don't need to reiterate this, but I am not going back. These wild-lands are my home now; you may view this as being a waste of potential, but I don't really care for your opinion right now. You have remained here long enough. Go back to your big walls of stone and steel, your comfy little beds, your easy meals, your soft, safe little for me? I will remain here until the day I die." My conviction will not be broken easily so I make sure to get that across. With a heavy sigh, Coffee Man speaks.
"Very well. We have overstayed our welcome, as such we will not trouble you anymore." With this he and his associates prepare to leave; Coffee Man turns around at the last moment. "Please keep my offer in mind though young man. There may come a time where you and I will meet again." With this, he walks away. Leaving me in my deconstructed camp with his last words echoing through my mind.
A/N
I'm alive and I'm back with an edited version of the Prologue. Hopefully It is a bit more sound in terms of sentencing as well as spelling, but I'm just hoping that this new found energy keeps going during this period.
I'll be editing all of the chapters I have posted first and making changes on the way and once I'm done with all of it, I'll post the edited chapters all at once.
Rate, review and all that nonsense. See ya around!
