Blake's Bizarre Adventure

It had been an interesting two days for the faunus-in-secret. Yesterday had been her arrival to Beacon University, where she witnessed a crater be made by both the heiress to the Schnee company and some little red riding hood. Blake hadn't cared enough to remember the red girl's name, but she did recall hearing something about her being moved up a few years to go to Beacon. So instead of the average age of everyone else she had witnessed of twenty-one, herself included, the black haired girl with red tips had to be eighteen or nineteen.

Blake took that information and stored it in a mental box for later use, should it be helpful, but was also fine with disregarding the memory to free up space in the future. Later that day, every would-be student was on a bedroll in a part of the academy. Some of the guys were trying to show off their muscles by flexing in front of the girls, which did not impress her. Not enough to stop her from reading, at least. That was until the red girl from earlier started to chat her up alongside an utter bombshell of a blonde. She indulged in the conversation until the Schnee heiress jumped in, then it started to be a pain, so she blew out her candle to go to sleep.

That had been the most interesting events of yesterday. Now, she was stuck in the middle of a forest after having been launched in the air. She was dressed in her huntress outfit, that being a pair of black stockings that fade into purple as they trailed down her legs, a tight pair of white compression shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination, a matching white sleeveless crop top underneath a black vest with coat tails, as well as a black arm sleeve on her left arm. She also had some black decorative ribbons around her wrists.

Not to forget the black bow she had wrapped over her cat ears to hide them. Blake knew that, if she let those out into view, she'd be judged by most humans not as a fellow huntress, but as a faunus. Not in a good way.

After some scouting and listening, Blake had heard the beginning of a scuffle, so she had made her way over just in time to take out the final grimm with an attack to the back with her weapon, Gambol Shroud. Then she locked eyes with that beautiful blonde, Yang if she remembered correctly.

"I could've taken him, you know." The blonde spoke with a smirk on her face, raising one of her gauntleted fists in the air as a greeting. They were partners now, then. Admittedly, Blake was happy to know that she'd be alongside such a confident woman for the next couple of years. Much better than a certain red-haired sadistic psycho-murderer that she had followed in the past few years.

Yang was wearing a brown leather jacket with some shoulder pad looking things built into it on top of a yellow thingie. Blake had no idea if it was a shirt or a bra or whatever it was, but it showed off a lot of cleavage, both in part of the fabric being revealing and because her melons were so grand. She was bigger than Blake in that department, but not by too much. The fiery blonde also had an orange scarf around her neck, some black fingerless gloves underneath her gauntlets, and black shorts much like Blake's. There was also a leather belt/skirt type thing around her waist, but Blake was currently set on comparing their assets. Well, their asses, no 't' needed. Yang most definitely had an ass to die for, with how round and juicy it looked last night in the dark, yet Blake knew hers was better.

Moreso, she had heard so many people talk about her 'Bellabooty' when she was in the White Fang. Of how people so wished to worship her bountiful, milky, velvety smooth derriere. At first, she had been embarrassed and ashamed of the comments said about it, but after a while, she now saw it more like a boon.

With her split-second ogling out of the way, the two partners started making their way towards the northern part of the forest, to the place where they were supposed to find some relics. Blake couldn't remember if Professor Ozpin had said if the place was a ruin, a temple or an altar. Didn't really matter though.

The trek for the two was largely uneventful. They engaged in small talk, and the less talkative girl let the blonde vent about her worries for her little sister. "I would just say be there for her if she needs you. It means a lot to do that."

"Yeah, but, what if she starts relying on me for stuff? I want her to be able to have friends without me being there, you know?"

"I didn't say be a crutch, Yang. Just... give her pushes, if she needs them." As she finished her point, Blake spotted something shiny down on the ground by a tree. It was pretty much cat instinct to kneel down at the ground and touch it. "I think I found one of the relics."

From behind, Yang didn't see a thing, since Blake was blocking her view. "Huh. Didn't Professor Ozpin say they'd be in the temple?"

Too late. Blake had already touched the shiny object and pulled it out from it's place. It was a really intricate looking pocket watch. It was silver, with bronze colored gears spinning in the face of the clock. They seemed to go down much, much farther than they should have been able to. After inspecting it for a few seconds, she turned her head around to look at her new partner. "He did, didn't he?"

If her sentence had been any longer, it would have been cut off as she took in the sight of a completely motionless Yang. She wasn't shifting her weight on either foot, her eyes weren't moving, and her chest wasn't rising or falling. Blake then turned her head back around to look at the relic, wondering if she had activated it somehow.

When her golden eyes shifted to look at her palm, the pocket watch was no longer there. Instead, it was being twirled around by it's impeccable chain by a... a shadow? A silhouette? It was wrong to say that a person was stood in front of Blake, yet it felt like there was.

To better explain, Blake saw a white void leaning back against the tree. It looked humanoid, due to it having arms, legs and a space for a head, yet there was no detail. Wherever light hit it, it would curl and bend around it's visage, kind of like a black hole. And it gave the impression of staring down at Blake while spinning that pocket watch around with just its right middle finger. "Hello, cat."

It was years of training that had Blake jumping backwards with help of her semblance, having created a clone in her space that pushed her away simply because two things of matter couldn't exist in one place. She reached over her shoulder to try and grab Gambol Shroud-

Only for her to realize that the white void had been holding it in it's left hand the entire time. No, she thought, I just felt the handle! There's no way it's that fast. What kind of Grimm-

"Not a grimm, honey. Do you see me trying to mindlessly kill you? I mean, I could if you wanted, but that's boring."

What? Did I say that aloud?

"No, you didn't. And no, before you think of the question, I'm not reading your mind either."

Blake seized all movement, trying to **** all of her energy into figuring out what the hell is going on here. What else is better than stalling for time than talking? "Then how did you know what I was thinking?"

"Simple, really," said the void. "Because I control destiny. I didn't read your mind- I just know your entire thought process and where it would lead and when. It was 'fate' for you to be scared shitless of me. By the way, thank you for the confidence boost." There was a laugh with that statement. It was hard to tell if that was a good sign, that this thing had emotion.

"How are you speaking to me?"

"Boring, not answering. Let's move on to the real important stuff, mmkay?"

There was no warning for Blake after those words had been said. No snap, no hand wave, nothing to explain the wave of power that enveloped her. She was suddenly stood atop the crumbling moon, looking out at her planet. It was a beautiful sight that should've been- no, it was impossible for this to happen.

That voice filled her head, this time without an appearance. "See that planet right there? Of course you do, you live on it! Well, that planet, with how destiny is going right now, is going to die. Some witch bitch is dead-set on it, due to some tragic backstory. Do you want that to happen?"

"What? No, of course not! I want the world to be a happy, thriving place-"

"Real noble of you. So, you feel like changing that fate?"

"Hold on, hold on." Blake shoved her hands out in front of her like that would truly stop whatever was going on. "You control destiny, which is fate."

"Basically."

"Then why don't you simply change that fate?"

A lengthy and heavy sigh was the only sound Blake heard for a good while. "Because the Brothers want that witch punished by mortals, such as yourself. I can't change everything to simply make it so she loses, because that would be 'ungodlike'. Their words, not mine. However, I am allowed to change a lot of not-necessarily-involved shit, as well as lead someone such as yourself in the right direction like a pig following a carrot."

Blake was not at all understanding any of this, yet the entity kept going on. "So. Gonna ask more questions, or are you ready to be my champion now, or whatever the fuck you'd like to be called?"

"Just- just one." Blake much preferred being able to verbalize her questions, so she spoke as fast as she could. "Why do you care? You... don't seem like that compassionate a person."

"Well, you'd be right with that. I am not a person, nor am I compassionate. However, I much prefer getting to watch you mortals go about your lives more than I do soulless beasts. Besides, you guys fuck. I always wondered how that would feel. Anyways, that's everything you need to hear, plus some you didn't, so it's champion time now. Enjoy!"

Yet again, Blake was unprepared to be overcome with a flow of power. It sent her back to the forest, back to her knelt down with the pocket watch in hand, back to exactly how she had been before. Except this time, her shorts felt really fucking tight.