Under a Pale shattered moon

A RWBY/Bloodborne crossover

I do not own anything pertaining to anything what so ever within this work of fanfiction. Absolutely nothing, at all.

While he technically counts as an OC, Abel Iscariot will most definitely still follow along the same plot development each and every character created in Bloodborne has followed as well, meaning surviving anything the Great Ones and the Pthemurians have thrown at them.

I have seen a few of these crossovers popping up and thought to try my hand at it. My other stories will be updated as my muse comes to me, as I have a difficult time focusing on just one thing at a time. The only story that is still up in the air currently is Naruto No Enton, and that is because I screwed up by making Naruto too powerful at such a young age, but at the same time I think I can roll with it.

This crossover shall have NO Naruto elements as all of my other stories have, so expect a departure from standard plot and character development on my part.

Well, no better time than present to get started on the story,

Fear the Old Blood!

[UPSM]

A loud groan filled the air as blood spattered against the pale flowers filling the once beautiful clearing surrounded by tomb stones. An elderly gentleman wielding a vicious looking scythe with strange etchings held the bladed weapon close to the armored neck of a man kneeling before him, the kneeling figure grasping the rather deep wound threatening to remove his right arm cleanly from his body.

The kneeling man wore a black shawl like cloak around his shoulders with silver mail looking armor clinging to his chest like a second skin. The mail was unlike any other seen in the past ages of man, slightly deformed and remolded into slag by the extreme heat wielded by the keepers of the old ones.

His gauntlets and lower torso were covered in much the same fashion with multiple leather belts crisscrossing his hips, each with either crimson vials or silver bullets hanging from their grasps. A light mail skirt covered down to his knees while black, feather like strips of cloth hung from beneath. His arms were covered in the same chain mail down until his elbows, where the vicious looking gauntlets began.

Despite looking like metal, the silvery bits of his armor were created from super heated ash from an age long before Abel was born, hidden in obscurity much like the Pthemurians and their chalices.

Three different leather pouches hung behind the wounded and kneeling figure, filled to the brim with different combat related tools, though the elderly gentleman seemed to not care for the extra additions to the wounded mans repertoire.

"You must accept your death, Abel. You must forget the Hunt, it is over for you..." The elderly man trailed off, his voice as grave as the area they fought in.

The kneeling man identified as Abel groaned before reaching into his leather pouch at his waist before throwing powdered bone ash, an extra catalyst used to increase his Evelyn's power, directly into the elderly gentleman's eyes before rolling backwards as quickly as he could. Seeing as his cheap trick bought him a few moments, Abel took the precious few seconds of distraction to inject himself with one of the crimson vials carried on his person, allowing the deep wound to slowly knit itself back together.

While the pain was distracting, it was not enough to pierce through the sedative riddled mind of Abel as he quickly injected himself with two more vials of liquid, one in each thigh. The first vial had been a sedative to ease the sharp pins and needles now roaring through his right limb while the second was to increase the regenerative effects of the first blood vial forced into his veins.

'Thanks, Adella... I owe you one.' The armored hunter thought to himself as he rolled the injured limb slowly, testing its maneuverability. While not fully healed, it would have to do as the elderly gentleman seemed to have wiped enough of the powder from his eyes to glare heatedly at the armored and cloaked individual facing off against him, noting that he now stood like a man possessed.

"Gehrman, you taught me everything I know, but the apprentice has to create his own little niche tactics somewhere." Abel stated evenly, palming a few poison knives from his weapon pouch while judging the distance between himself, his former Master, and his weapon.

'Well, it looks like it is going to take a cheap shot to put down this old codger.' Abel thought bitterly while slowly pushing a bit of his energy into the yellowed bone hanging between his chest and his ashen bone armor.

With a twitch of his hand, Abel shot his Evelyn in Gehrman's direction while activating the technique that gave Gehrman his fearsome reputation, even one hundred years, as far as Abel was able to discern, after the events of Old Yharnam.

As the Keen Hunter expected, the First Hunter dodged to the right, having favored that leg over his left throughout the entire fight. With grim determination, Abel initiated the ending phase of the fight for his life.

'Quickening!'

With a flash of yellowed smoke, Abel cut Gehrman off mid-dash with a vicious headbutt, reinforced with the eyeless Cainhurst helmet completely covering his face, the only opening the helmet provided allowed his long, silver hair to cascade down his back.

The slightly fluted helmet easily smashed through the cartilage making up Gehrman's nose, causing even more crimson life-force to erupt and spray over the slowly reddening flowers around the two men. Using the second distraction within a few minutes of their fight, Abel slipped the two poison knives clutched between his fingers deep into the elderly Hunters flesh, easily destroying his kidney with the viciously shaped throwing knives.

While not a weapon that would put down any Beast, Kin or Great One, Eileen the Crow had taught Abel a very valuable lesson when it came to Humans and killing them. They were as vulnerable to poison as he was.

Gehrman, despite being sustained in some form or fashion by the Hunters Dream, was as Human as Abel was, or at least as Human as Abel wished he was after how much blood had been infused directly into his body and essence. While not consumed by the blood lust that accompanied the ashen blood that overcomes those who undertake the Blood Ministrations of Yharnam, Abel was without a doubt a very unique hunter due to his innate nature to adapt to the Old Blood coursing his veins.

A pained look quickly came and passed from Gehrman's face before a grim smile took its place. "The night... and the dream were long... Thank you."

Abel mutely nodded his head as he slowly lowered down the stilling body of his teacher, the closest person outside of the Doll to the usually stoic Hunter. The ashen bone set adorning his chest, lower body and arms gleamed in the baleful blood of Gehrman, only accentuated by the pale moonlight filtering down from above. The moonlight suddenly increasing was the only thing that indicated something was terribly, terribly wrong.

Turning slowly, Abel watched with widened eyes as a grotesque... thing, likely an Old One like Mergo's wet nurse, with the most disturbing set of limbs the teenaged Hunter had ever laid eyes upon descended from the sky, the moon overly superimposed within the background.

With a single thought, Abel reached down and secured Gehrman's Burial Blade within his grasp in its sword form, the wooden contraption making up the shaft of his scythe secured to his back by a few leather straps. Luckily, he had enough time to ready himself after doing another check of his previous weapon, a now ruined Reiterpallash that lay shattered not far from where Gehrman laid.

'Of course he will break my weapon and nearly remove my arm within his opening move.'

'I guess I will have to make due.' Abel thought bitterly, preparing himself for the fight of his life, or the second one within this hour in the least. 'Doll didn't mention this abomination here... I wonder why, she surely would have known about something like this lurking around.'

The creature moved forward and stretched its grotesquely long arms out and snatched Abel up from the ground before the teenaged killer could so much as blink, threatening to either consume or crush him with nary a thought.

Time seemed to slow to a halt as Abel stared directly in the eyes, or as directly as he could using a mask with only eldritch etchings allowing him sight could. 'After all I have faced, after crushing everything beneath my heel, it would be a Great One to put me down. Hopefully the little birdies trick should work here as well.'

With an inhumane roar, a concussive force erupted from Abel's vocal chords, pushing the eldritch beings hands away from their previous position while giving Abel enough time to think heavily on the Hunter's Mark to hopefully escape this encounter, to fight another day.

It failed. Well, it worked, but it did not work as intended due to the strange beings interference.

Abel only saw black. 'Damn. Damn it all to Mensis!'

[UPSM]

The sounds of birds chirping and the feeling of morning dew was not what Abel was expecting to wake up to. In fact, the teenager dared say he did not expect to wake up at all. The sudden shock at feeling the morning sun hitting his flesh through the light chain mail armoring under his rather pointed and overly complicated gauntlets was enough to jolt him from his dreamless slumber.

'Wha... what?' were the only coherent thoughts that were able to be understood through the garbled utterings of the Great Ones now floating through his head. 'Where am I?'

Struggling to stand, Abel turned and got a good look at the area he found himself in. The Graveyard of Hunters was as pristine as he remembered, if not in even better shape due to now existing outside of a white void. The etchings upon the head stones were as clear as day to the Keen Hunter, once garbled and warped through a century within the expanse of the Dream.

A few feet to his left, the stilled and cooled body of Gehrman lay, almost looking as if the elderly man was simply sleeping. With grim determination, Abel proceeded to ignore the rest of the sleep and eldritch thoughts trying to push their way out of his skull and set himself steady on his objective, giving his teacher the proper burial he deserved.

Cremation was the preferred method of Yharnam in disposing of bodies, after draining the corpses for all of its blood of course. Abel refused to alight the body of the man, knowing that the chances of beast hood occurring after death were slim to none. Unless they had a snake parasite in their bodies, but Abel was more than certain that such a thing wouldn't happen to the man sustained by the Hunters Dream.

Or so he hoped. Just to be sure, Abel took the shaft to the Burial Blade and extended it before gently tapping the stick against Gehrman's skull. Not seeing any split in the skin that could indicate the parasite, Abel released a breath he didn't know he was holding and set to work on burying the body.

The shovel located in the corner of the bone yard, just behind the tree Gehrman was so fond of, was enough to till the earth away, allowing Abel to rest the body into the nestles of mother natures bosom for his final rest.

Not religious in the slightest, Abel didn't bother uttering any sweet nothings to the headstone. "Sleep well, you old bastard, you've earned your rest."

The Keen Hunter finally made his way from the graveyard and towards the workshop proper where someone he wasn't expecting to ever see again waited patiently for him. "Doll? I thought you only existed in the dream?"

The Plain Doll turned and acknowledged his presence before tilting her head to the side. "As did I, Good Hunter... 'Tis curious indeed."

Not satisfied with the rather cryptic answer, Abel ignored the woman for a moment to take stock and just what was present within the hunters workshop, now mysteriously deposited in the middle of a rather large portion of woodland if the massive trees around the fenced perimeter were anything to go by.

"I will ask again when you grasp your bearings, Doll... Do you have any idea where we are?" Abel questioned over his shoulders while digging through the large chest located to the right of the entrance of the work shop. The sound of metal clinking against glass and rumpling cloth was enough to cause concern due to the contents of the chest, but Abel finally pulled away with a smug expression present in his body language.

Wearing the Cainhurst helmet protected the teenager from showing his face to any and everything, instead choosing to express himself through gestures and how he held himself, something the Doll had grown used to.

"Is everything to your satisfaction, Good Hunter?" The rather tall animated doll questioned, causing Abel to nod his head before he turned his attention to the stockpile of assorted crimson, blue and green vials with spring loaded needles for quick injection lining the shelves and cabinet to the left of his storage box. To the right of the vast collection of vials was his workbench used for altering and reinforcing his many different weapons.

The Burial Blade at his waste was an unfamiliar weight but it was one the silver haired teenager would continue to bear. Seridite weapons were by far much more powerful than the simple steel and bloodgem reinforced weapons that Abel was used to using, evident in the fact that Gehrman's scythe was easily capable of shattering the Reiterpallash, a Cainhurst special weapon that cost Abel a fair bit of blood.

Grabbing a double-helix styled dagger from the workbench, Abel gave it a quick test in sharpness by tossing one of his silver hairs into the air before slicing against it without much force with the dagger.

The hair easily parted in two, causing Abel to whistle lightly under his helm. "Eileen sure knew how to keep her weapon in decent shape." The teenaged Hunter complimented the now deceased woman before turning his attention to the fireplace.

Usually sustained through whatever primordial force that held the Hunters Dream together, Abel was not in the slightest surprised when he found a cool hearth with no trace of firewood in sight. The cooking pot hanging over the metal grate used to hold the burning wood was a new addition, but a welcomed one as Abel was no longer sustained by blood alone now that the dream, Nightmare, was finally over.

'Alright, first thing is first...' the Hunter thought to himself, eying the area surrounding his little slice of heaven with an appraising gaze. 'Finding food, water, and firewood. What could possibly go wrong?'

[UPSM]

"I regret nothing." Abel muttered to himself while brushing his gauntlets clean of dust and wood chips before doing the same for his cloak. Twelve white masks now laid on the ground before his feet while bodies as black as night slowly dissolved to ash around him. Thinking on how he got in this mess in the first place, the teenager began scolding himself on his hasty actions.

Minding his own business, the Keen Hunter had proceeded into the forest while leaving shining coins in certain positions to mark his path, searching for any form of wild game or animal tracks.

Growing up in the Hinterlands had given the silver haired teenager a fair bit of skill when it came to hunting and fishing for food, as evident in his current apparel and weapon. Instead of dressing in the ashen bone armor and Cainhurst helm, he wore the first hunters set he came across while scouring Yharnam for its treasures and beasts.

A dark leather mask covered his lower face and throat while a tricone hat rested atop his head and pulled forward, only exposing his silver hair and crimson eyes to the world. Carmine eyes stared out at the pack of wild animals the teenager had been stalking for the last mile and a half, his Evelyn drawn and leveled towards the one furthest from the pack.

From his position, Abel caught a glint of white shining from the creatures face before he let the quicksilver bullet infused with his blood loose, easily punching a large hole completely through the beasts skull.

Instead of falling down limp, the creature seemed to collapse in on itself before dissolving into ash. The noise drew the attention of the eleven other beasts now surrounding the fallen body of their comrade before their attention snapped to the bush he now rested in.

Seeing as he was discovered and without anything to show for it, he snapped the Burial Blade down into its shaft before drawing the sword-turned-scythe from his back and giving it an experimental twirl.

Despite having only wielded the weapon once or twice before when Gehrman attempted to instruct him on his combat form, Abel could say he was far more proficient with the pole-arm than he was the small rapier he was well hated for. It showed when he shouldered the weapon and braced himself before swinging it wide over shoulder and knocking three of the eleven remaining creatures from their feet. The eight that were not felled by the powerful strike began to slowly circle the teenager, who eyed them all wearily in turn. Twisting on his heel, Abel lashed out with a wide swipe of the scythe, catching two of the creatures within its reach before he viciously tugged, rending the two creatures in half.

Not waiting any longer, the remaining bear shaped creatures roared and attempted to attack the teenager at once, only for him to remove his focus from an individual and turn it to the entire unit as one.

Rolling backwards twice, the teenaged Hunter dodged a downward swipe that flung earth into the air and two more follow up attacks. The masked bears claws raked across one of the larger trees and almost gouged completely through the oaken material, causing Abel's eyes to widen slightly at the creatures strength and cutting power.

'Well, I know not to get hit by those, that is for certain.' The silver haired Hunter thought to himself while separating the Burial Blade from its shaft once more, returning the curved blade into its sword form. A quick draw of his Evelyn saw the beast currently rampaging after him dropping like a rock before disappearing into ash much like its comrades.

Five of the masked bears remained of the group of twelve, though the ones remaining seemed to be runts compared to those that had attacked first. The masked bears seemed to hesitate after seeing their comrades cut down so quickly but steeled themselves soon after and launched themselves forward as one.

Abel jumped backwards a single pace before swinging his blade wide, catching one of the creatures through the mouth and slicing halfway into its skull. Another shot of his Evelyn dropped another creature that was approaching from his left before he was forced to dodge once again. Two of the three remaining bears launched themselves forward while one seemed to slink away into the shadows to escape.

Turning his attention back to the only two attempting to attack him, Abel was successful in dodging the first swipe of the creature closest to him but was clipped on his side by the second closing in from his opposite side.

"Oh, Damn that hurts!" Abel ground out while disposing of the arm that the creature attacked him with a vicious swipe downwards of his blade. A second shot from the Evelyn dispatched the remaining bear without any further conflict, leaving the silver haired teenager alone with his thoughts. The lapse in thought allowed the bear that slunk through the shadows to get another blow on the unaware hunter, who had began to inject a crimson vial into his leg to heal the wound on his ribs. Though unable to draw blood thanks to the armor stopping the worst of the claws, the force of the blow was enough to crack a few ribs and cause general discomfort for the silver haired Hunter.

The second blow jarred the teen from his thoughts as he slammed head first against a tree just a few feet to his right. Unspeakable anger welled up in his chest as he slowly rose from his laying position once he hit the ground. A clap of his hands saw a large amount of blue clusters to appear around him before homing in on the remaining creature, tearing it to shreds almost instantly.

'That technique still takes too much out of me.' Abel thought to himself as he knelt down and slowly recovered his breath while reaching behind him for yet another vial. Feeling around and finding nothing, the teenager quickly realized that he might indeed be in trouble, having only brought that single vial with him for emergencies.

'Damn, Damn, Damn!'

Dealing with overly large groups had always been Abel's weakness, usually having his comrade Nero watching his back had made the teenager grow complacent in his vigilance. The second attack had almost knocked the teenager completely unconscious, though he remained awake through sheer will alone.

The trek back to the workshop was miserable, though the long shaft of the Burial Blade worked as the perfect walking stick. Following the slowly dimming coins through his slightly darkened vision had been a trying experience though the Good Hunter refused to stop for rest long past when he should have. Hours after he was supposed to return, the disheveled Hunter roughly made his way through the workshop and straight towards his stash of blood vials.

Two injections healed the wounds sustained by the strange, masked bears before he wearily set himself down in Gehrman's chair. The Doll was present behind him moments later, gently running her hands through the exposed hair while slowly tracing themselves along his neck.

"Did your trip prove successful?" The Doll questioned, her strangely accented voice finally piercing the silence. A small fire was present within the hearth with tea leaves boiling within the pot, found amongst the remains of the old workshop by the Doll before Abel left for his small expedition.

A sigh escaped the teenagers throat before he could stop it before he roughly tossed his tricomb hat into the storage chest secured by the entrance. "No, not in the slightest. It seems whatever form of game in these woods dissolves immediately after death, so no meat. I will search for fruits and whatever form of vegetables in the morning."

The pale blond doll nodded her head before tilting it sideways in thought. "Have you seen the moon tonight, Good Hunter?"

Abel shrugged his shoulders, lost in thought as his ever faithful helper wheeled him out unto the concrete path leading towards the tombstone directly outside the exit of his home. "The moon is so different here..." The doll trailed off as she looked upwards, causing Abel to finally break himself from his reverie before looking upwards himself.

"That... that cannot be good."

[UPSM]

The sound of large amounts of air being displaced awoke both Abel and the doll from their dreamless slumber. 'What is that infernal noise?' Abel groused to himself while rising from the wheelchair his former teacher resided in for a good portion of his last years.

The doll looked just as curious as Abel did by the tilt of her head, though her expression rarely changed from its stoic expression. The teenager and the animaton with pale blood each walked to the exit and looked upwards, watching as a metal behemoth unlike anything they had ever seen before descended slowly about thirty or so feet from his home in one of the largest clearings around.

"Stay here, Doll, we don't know if that... thing is hostile or not." Abel murmured while drawing the Burial Blade and Evelyn from their sheathe and holster. Making sure that an extra dose of bone ash powder was stuffed in his leather pouch and his vial case was full of blood vials, the Keen Hunter slowly ghosted his way though the metal gate cutting off the workshop after dressing once more in his Cainhurst helmet and his ash bone armor.

It had been more than five days since he had awoken in these strange woods with Doll as his only companion, and just as long since he had anything to sustain himself outside of tea, something that was apparently abundant within the cabinets of the Hunters Workshop. Weakness was starting to set in, though the Keen Hunter refused to let it show in front of his only comrade.

The Doll had become more and more concerned as Abel left every morning at the same time before dawn, only to return late at night when the strangely shattered moon had begun hanging in the sky. Each night, he had grown more and more irritable until he started withdrawing in on himself and meditating for longer and longer periods of time.

Twenty feet from the monstrous being and the noise was still growing, causing Abel to give pause before pulling out his monocular and spying on the beast. A large opening was now present on the underbelly of the beast, allowing for multiple... people? To climb out of its insides.

'Oh, this is just great...' The teenaged Hunter thought blithely, noticing that four of the six present were teenagers themselves while two others seemed to be older and much, much more skilled. By the way the man held himself, Abel was more than sure that the spectacled, silver haired man with a cane would be the toughest opponent amongst the group outside of the woman with the strange riding crop within her grasps.

'What workshop are these folks with? I've never seen weapons quite like theirs...' Abel thought to himself, using his monocular to get a good read on the group of six.

Five of the six were obviously female, though the silver haired teenager knew better than to underestimate an opponent due to gender, seeing as most of the Great Ones were female as was the imposter Iosefka, one of his most difficult opponents, not to mention Eileen.

The first of the females to catch his eye was the one dressed in a knee-length black dress while wielding a scythe much bigger than she was rather easily. From his distance, Abel could not make out her eye color, though her hair was obviously black with a small red streak towards the very ends. A crimson cloak rested around the short teenagers shoulder and over her head, almost completely obscuring her face from view in the morning light.

The second female was rather... chesty, wearing clothing that Women with proper respect for themselves would never wear. A small scoff made its way to his throat though he fought it down easily enough. Golden blond hair adorned the promiscuously dressed woman's head, a shade that Abel could safely say he had never seen before.

A white haired teenager with good sense in fashion by Abel's standard stood not far from the promiscuous teenager, a thin rapier with rotating chambers resting on her hip. 'A woman after my own heart.' Abel thought sarcastically as he watched her lay into her next teammate with barely concealed dislike on her face.

The last of the teenagers had black hair and wore a white sleeveless shirt underneath a black vest while white shorts with black leggings covered her lower body. A small black bow rested atop the last females head which twitched every now and then, causing Abel to question his vision.

'Did... her bow just twitch?' Abel thought to himself before putting away his monocular and trying to slink away back to his workshop.

Only to stop dead in his tracks when he came face to helmet with the only male of their group. "Hello, there." The man greeted easily, a small smile playing on his face. In one hand the man held his cane confidently, in the other he nursed what seemed to be a cup of tea.

Abel seemed taken aback at the close proximity of the man as well as the fact that he was able to completely bypass his sixth sense and sneak up on him. Acting as if such things occurred all the time made the Good Hunter even more weary around his fellow silver haired man.

With a bow of respect, Abel calmly held his right hand out while his left gently rested on his chest while he bowed slightly at the waste. Unlike most green Hunter's, Abel was smart enough to not remove his eyes from the man before him unlike the strange masked bear from the night previously.

"Greetings." The silver haired teenager replied easily enough, his accent much different than the cane bearing mans. Tilting his head to the side, the bespectacled man seemed confused on how the teenager was able to pinpoint his location despite not having eye-holes in his metal helmet.

"Is there something... on my face?" Abel eventually questioned, taking a small step back from the man who continued to stare at him. "There is, isn't there?"

"No, nothing of the sort. I apologize, I just couldn't place your accent. You aren't from around here, are you?" The glasses wearing, cane wielding man eventually replied, breaking the silence between the two. The sound of five different sets of footsteps was enough to spring Abel into action. A yellow whisp of smoke obscured the cane wielding mans vision for a moment before the teenager before him disappeared.

"Well, that was interesting." The man mused to himself, staring in the direction that the silver haired teen no doubt fled in. "What spooked him?"

"Ozpin, there you are! Why did you disappear so suddenly?" The buxom blond woman wielding the riding crop questioned, finally making her way to the silver haired man now identified as Ozpin.

The glasses wearing man seemed to pause before answering smoothly, "I simply thought I saw something. Come, we are just twenty or so feet from the mysterious building." And with that, the silver haired man led the group of five in the direction Abel just fled in.

'Just where would an accent like that originate?'

[UPSM]

"Doll, we have a problem, a very big problem." Abel rattled out, gasping for breath as he stepped foot within the silver gates of the Hunters Workshop.

The porcelain animaton with blood tilted her head to the side before asking the obvious question. "What seems to be the problem, Good Hunter?"

After a few more moments of gulping down air, the helmet wearing teen made his way to his personal storage before withdrawing one of his favorite, if not his heaviest, weapon. The Cannon.

"The strange metal... bird brought humans, six of them. Each seems to be skilled, but one... he was able to completely sneak up on me." Abel finally answered while priming his weapon with ash bone powder and a few extra ingredients of his own concoction to increase the blasting power of the large quicksilver cannonball resting within the chamber of the heavy weapon.

Placing the cannon on the stairs just out of sight, directly facing the gate, Abel made his way back to the shop proper and grabbed his Blade of Mercy and his Burial Blade from where he set them before readying himself for combat. "Stay here until I give the all clear... I can't afford to lose you too, Doll."

If not for the tense situation, the Doll would have replied lovingly, but instead chose to not her head daintily before stilling herself in the corner.

Once he was sure enough time had passed, Abel slowly made his way down the stairs and towards the steel gate that separated the woods from his workshop. The sound of rapping against his gate brought him from his planning as a spike of adrenaline stronger than previously felt lanced its way through his body.

All six of his fellow humans lie in wait on the other side of the gate, each with a curious expression on their face as they admired the white flowers and scenery peeking through the steel bars.

"Whoa, I've never seen flowers like this before!" The black haired, crimson cloaked female exclaimed while kneeling down to get a better look at the flora that had overtaken the Graveyard of Hunters.

"Ruby... RUBY, here he comes!" The yellow haired, promiscuous woman eventually called out, getting the attention of the little red-hooded one. Abel almost faltered as he finally got a good look at the smaller females eyes, but continued on until he was just a few feet from the gate, the Burial Blade already in its scythe form and held aloft in his grip.

"What business do you have with the Hunters Workshop?" Abel eventually called out, breaking the silence that descended after Ruby rose from her kneeling position.

Ozpin shared a look with his blond companion before raising his hand calmly. "We simply wish to know where this building came from, as it was not here until just a few days ago, yet it looks as if it were here all along. It is rather suspicious that such a thing would happen, let alone within MY neck of the woods." The cane wielder replied, causing Abel to slightly tighten his grip on his weapon.

"Anything past this gate belongs to me, so this little section of woods belong to myself and the Hunters of this Workshop. From which branch did you hail, the Church? The Unseen Village? Perhaps the Choir?"

The silver haired man seemed to pause before replying evenly, "None of the above. I am Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon, an academy for Hunters and Huntresses in training. We come in peace, I assure you. We just wish to speak."

Abel tilted his head to the side like he had seen the professor and the doll do multiple times before he eventually shrugged his shoulders. "You should have said you were Hunter's in the first place. My name is Abel Iscariot, welcome to my home." He stated calmly while opening the gate and beconning them inside. It was only when the last of the six entered his domain did Abel shut the gate and reapply the eldritch rune that prevented any others outside of himself from opening the gate, something he had thought of only the day before.

While the strange utterings of the Great Ones had slowly wound down, Abel could still feel them writhing just beneath the surface of his consciousness, waiting to be tapped into and understood. Trying to ignore the strange crawling feeling in his mind, Abel took this time to get a better look at the six standing before him.

The crimson cloak wearing little teenager had the most stunning silver eyes Abel had gazed upon, a shade he could easily get lost in as he had gotten lost in his weapons while sharpening and maintaining them. Her blond, buxom teammate had dark blueish purple eyes, the same shade as flowers he could barely recall that grew in the wild.

The sky blue eyes of the white haired teen were as cold as Abel felt just by gazing at the white wearing teenager, causing him to quickly overlook her in turn of taking in the eyes of their final teammate, if not because she was the most curious. Amber eyes honed in on the steel helmet covering his face and if Abel wasn't any wiser, he would think this black haired female was capable of seeing through his mask.

The riding crop wielding woman had a stern expression on her face, her impatience visible just below the surface of her rather cold... lime green eyes. Abel tried to pay her no mind, instead focusing on the cane wielding man once again. Now that he could get a good look at him without feeling the slightest bit threatened by his proximity, the silver haired teenager could honestly say that if not for their different eye colors, they could play the part of twins easily enough.

"This academy of yours... has nothing to do with the study of humans and their evolution, does it?" Abel eventually asked as he led the group of six up the set of stairs while grabbing his cannon from its resting spot. The large eyes of the four teenagers told Abel all he needed to know about them expecting such a thing, though Ozpin and his associate seemed nonplussed at the rather large weapon having been pointed directly at their faces.

The group made their way into the workshop slowly, each of their expressions too different for Abel to place them all. The only one who seemed unsurprised by the amount of weapons packed into the rather large area seemed to be the cane wielding man, tipping Abel off that the man had indeed seem many things throughout the years that would teach him to school his features in such a way

Ozpin almost stumbled over himself at the question before he quickly answered in the negative, causing Abel to release his breath slowly. "Okay, Doll, it's clear... they are as friendly as we can hope for."

With a nod, the lifeless doll in the corner rose to her full height of seven foot and resumed working on the tea she started when Abel left to confront the strange metal beast from before. Holding up a spoon of the liquid for her human companion, the Doll smiled slightly when Abel dutifully removed his Cainhurst helmet and sipped the amber liquid gently after blowing on it. If the strange group was unnerved by the rather tall being that mostly resembled a human, they were skilled enough to hide it. Or polite enough, rather.

"You are getting better every day, Doll, I have to say. Would any of you care for a cup?" Abel questioned over his shoulder, not turning to face the group as he made his way back to his work station, replacing his Blade of Mercy back into its original position before releasing the Burial Blade from its scythe form. Ozpin merely held out his cup for the woman replicate, allowing her to refill his cup with the beautifully scented tea brewed by the animaton.

"OH MY GOSH! I NEED ONE, NOW!" Ruby shouted after watching Abel put his most recent aquisition in the form of weaponry away, causing him to turn his gaze backwards towards the female.

"You have a scythe already, leave mine alone." He stated simply, knowing a weapon fanatic when he saw one. "This one is a momenta, either way."

Ruby looked away with a small blush on her face at the blunt response but did not give up, instead stepping forward to get a better look at the different weapons that lined the walls. Everything Gehrman, Abel and his many predecessors had collected throughout the century the Workshop remained active inside the dream had lined the walls, ranging from different types of Saw Spears to different length Chikage.

"Wowww!" The black haired teenager gushed while getting a good look at all of the 'old-school' weapons lining the walls of the workshop, her white haired teammate soon joining her in gazing at the weapons but refraining from touching any of the wickedly sharp weapons. The black haired, yellow eyed female seemed to gravitate towards the Chikage selection and its many different variants while the buxom blond eyed the gauntlets and beast claw styled weapons with a critical eye.

Ozpin broke a small grin at the teenaged girls antics before getting a good look at the silver haired Hunter and his... Doll.

Crimson eyes stared out from a slightly feminine face, though the multiple vicious looking scars took any of the softer features of his face and hardened them. Three scars trailed over his left eye, a gift left to him by Ludwig himself when Abel had first made his way into Yharnam proper and to the Great Bridge. Abel responded in kind by having shot the foul beast in the face, many many times, before driving his own bladed cane into its brain cavity and ending its tyranny over that specific end of the bridge.

Another vicious scar crossed the bridge of his nose and through the scars over his eye, still an angry red as it had only just recently happened. Before deciding on the Cainhurst helmet, Abel was fond of the standard ashen bone mask, though that changed quickly when Murgo's wet nurse nearly bisected his skull in one fell swipe of her blade.

Learning the hard way after that, the teenaged Hunter had taken to wearing the full steel helmet, preventing himself from gaining any more unsightly scars on his face.

Abel's lips parted to show slight fangs poking out from under his upper lip, though Ozpin pretended not to notice as the silver haired teenager sipped his tea while gently setting himself down in Gehrman's wheeled chair.

Abel's companion, the Doll, was easily taller than anyone else outside of her partner within the building, standing at an even seven foot while the Iscariot stood at just over six and a half feet himself. Her style of dress reminded Ozpin of something straight out of the Victorian age long passed, though it seemed to suit her perfectly. A small comb rested in her hair, just as well taken care of as her clothing.

"So, is there any other particular reason outside of curiosity that has brought you and yours here today, Professor?" Abel questioned evenly after finishing his tea before handing his empty cup to Doll, who dutifully took it and made her way slowly to the small pot of water used to clean whatever dishes were found within the workshop.

Ozpin hummed to himself before he answered, "Well, yes, actually. After watching you fight off those dozen Ursa minor on your own and any subsequent hunts the few nights after, I originally came to ascertain if you were a threat to my students or not, but after seeing you for myself..."

The silver haired professor trailed off while drawing his gaze around the workshop slowly, taking in all the sights it afforded. "After seeing you, I have a better idea. How would you and your... Doll, like to attend Beacon to learn to be Huntsmen?"

Abel took no time in thinking over the offer before answering. "I'm sorry, but can you run that past me once more? I have no need to learn how to Hunt, as you can see if you indeed saw me fight off those... Ursa, you called them?"

Ozpin seemed to expect this before reaffirming his offer. "Trust me, there is much you can learn about the Grimm in our academy. From watching you these past few days, I can tell you are used to facing... a different type of opponent, to put it lightly. I cannot just have a stray Hunter, especially one of your caliber, hanging around so close to the school without any explanation on just why your here, surely you understand."

"And surely you understand that it was not my intention to be waking up 'so close to the school' as you say." Abel retorted, his voice slightly cooling at the mans persistence. The teenager had little patience for people tying to exert any form of authority on him, let alone this strange man who claimed to own this portion of the forest Abel currently resided in.

"Your intentions or not, this property officially belongs to Beacon Academy, and only those attending or working at Beacon are allowed to live on these grounds." Ozpin calmly responded despite the slightly hostile edge in the teenagers tone.

Ruby, Weiss, Yang and Blake shared a look before stepping slightly behind Glynda, slightly intimidated by the conversation currently being exchanged by the two silver haired men. The four were not sure why they were present, but they were more than sure their headmaster knew what he was doing.

Glynda looked ready to jump in but Ozpin cut her off by holding up his right hand while graciously accepting more tea from the Doll with his left.

Abel suppressed the growl and slight snarl that attempted to make its way out of his throat before forcing himself to calm down. "If I could just pick my workshop up and move it, I would. Trust me, I do not wish to be here any more than you wish for me to be here. My job is not finished, yet I find myself in this strange land under a shattered moon with no discernible way to return to Yharnam. Surely a man such as yourself can understand the position I find myself in?"

Ozpin nodded his head in agreement before shrugging his shoulders. "The way you speak, it is obvious you are far, very far, from home if your reaction to the moon is anything to go by... let alone the fact that I have never heard an accent like either of yours, nor have I heard of a kingdom of Yharnam. Going on those facts, you clearly have no where to go outside of where you find yourself now."

"Your point being what, exactly, Sir?" Abel questioned evenly after calming himself, not wanting the conversation to escalate anymore so than it already had. While the teenager had every confidence in his skill, six versus one was never a good idea even with the benefit of choosing the environment for this confrontation.

"As I stated earlier, I would like to extend a hand to the newest Hunter in this neck of the woods and request you officially attend my school, someone of your... talents, would surely be a boon for our roster." Ozpin cut to the chase, not seeing any point in beating around the bush any longer.

The silver haired Iscariot slowly crossed his hands in front of his face while he closed his eyes in thought. Leaving the workshop, which had been his home for more than a few months now if his sense of time hadn't been destroyed by the void, would be difficult to say the least. However, seeing as the school was supposed to be in close proximity, Abel made his decision.

"Only I will attend classes, Doll here is not combat oriented in the least." The teenager eventually answered, causing a small smile to cross Ozpin's face. "Nor will I wear any form of ridiculous uniform you have for your students. In turn, I will attend these classes and promise to learn all I can about these... Grimm. After school is over, I will be allowed to return here to my home. Do we have an accord?"

"That we do, good sir, that we do." Ozpin replied, accepting his third and final cup of exquisite tea from the Doll before beconning his five companions to follow him. Abel rose from his chair and with a wave of his hand, the enchantment keeping the gate sealed broke, allowing the six to leave his property unabated. "I will return in three days to retrieve you and your belongings, Mister Iscariot, please be ready by that morning."

"As you wish... Headmaster." Abel replied evenly, giving the six one final look before shutting the gate and slowly making his way back up the steps leading to the workshop.

Ozpin seemed to gain a bit of pep in his step as he turned towards where their Bullhead was parked, humming a slightly jaunty tune under his breath as they left the gated area. Ruby looked more confused than anything, Yang and Weiss were sharing a look while Blake looked even more thoughtful than anyone had ever seen her.

"Don't say a word, Glynda... we will discuss this in my office." Ozpin cut her off before she could start her objections, the woman easily taking his hint. 'Not in front of the children.'

"Of course, Headmaster." Glynda replied dutifully while ushering the students back onto the Bullhead before strapping herself in, the other five of her companions following her example.

Soon, the six were making their way back to school, each lost in their own thoughts.

"He has eyes like yours, Blake." Weiss finally spoke up, breaking the silence between the four students.

"Your wrong about that, Weiss... He is what I could have become." Blake answered evenly, burying her nose back into the book she brought with her, Ninja's of Love volume 2 if the title was to go by. The white haired teenager fought back the sneer threatening to cross her face after catching the title of the book, obviously not a fan of the smut.

"Why do you think they brought us along?" Yang eventually questioned after looking back at the strangely unnerving building the silver haired teen resided in, trying not to think about the haunting look in those crimson eyes.

"Isn't it obvious? Professor Ozpin wanted him to 'connect' with us. We were obviously the first human beings Abel has seen in some time outside of that strange...woman, at least within his age group." Weiss answered, having seen how the silver haired teenager carried himself and eyed the four of them with somewhat longing eyes.

Ruby was the only one who remained silent, unable to get the strange silver haired teenager from her mind. 'Why do I have the feeling I am going to be seeing more of him?'

The young Rose couldn't shake the feeling for the rest of the night.