Multiversal Snippets

[King]

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The visitors from the Four Kingdoms finally landed just outside the northern gates. All the students of all academies went to stretch their limbs and catch their bearings, while the professionals all convened together while waiting for the students.

A while later, the gates opened, and they were greeted by Velhallis' soldiers. All of them wielded custom designated rifles, and each squadron had red military outfits. Some looked like humans; others looked like Faunus; and a number of them seemed a bit larger in size than the rest, wearing blood-red armor with varying designs.

But what really got their attention were the five people walking between the red soldiers, indicating that they stand at the top ranks of the army.

The first wore green armor with the numbers 117 on the left side of his chest piece, with a form-fitting dark-gray bodysuit beneath it, and his head covered by a green helmet with a gold visor. He held his rifle in front of him, like he was waiting for a fight to start. Sitting on his left shoulder was a small, glowing female figure, watching them all carefully with a slightly serene smile on her digital face.

The second was a young man who simply wore a long-sleeve checkered shirt below a gold-accented knight's chest piece, denim jeans and brown tactical boots. His shoulder-length blonde hair flowed freely behind him, and his striking blue eyes held some kind of fierceness in them, causing many of the female students to blush harder than a virgin getting embarrassed by hand-holding. On his left forearm was a shield that doubled as a sheathe for his sword, with an emblem consisting of two gold crescent moons emblazoned in the middle. The crest surprised Athena Nikos and the Schnee's, as they thought the Arc family had long since died out in the "Fall of Arcadia" nearly sixty-nine years ago.

The third was a twenty-three year old man who looked like someone managed to make a very handsome Frankenstein with white hair. He wore a dark blue tactical bodysuit with glowing orange accents, underneath a bluish-gray long coat with metal cuffs at the end of each elbow-length sleeve and a darker gray stitch design on each shoulder. The students collectively shivered at the sight of his skin that had been marred by the few stitched-in patches of gnarled, purple skin.

The fourth looked intimidating, and it was made evident considering Team CRDL is getting close to collectively shitting their pants from his masked glare alone. He wore a red mask that didn't completely cover his head. He had bi-colored hair; orange bangs in a star-like pattern and brown hair tied in a ponytail. He wore a currant-red unitard with light-red designs under a blush-red cropped jacket with faded-maroon sleeves, though Qrow and Glynda noticed that the "unitard" seemed a little squirmy, almost like it has a life of its own. He wore a pair of dark blue combat pants with a red belt and royal blue tactical boots. Holstered on his belt are two chrome-red automatic pistols. Beside him was a saddled wolf with patterned dark fur that was as tall as him, its fangs bared and eyes sharp as it growled at the outsiders.

The last looked like an alien. No, scratch that. The last one is a literal alien, and if the visitors were surprised, they sure worked very hard to hide it. He was taller than the man in green armor, even in a hunched posture. Underneath the gold ceremonial armor was a creature with dark gray skin and amber eyes, his jaw split into four parts with each one having their own sets of teeth. He held a sword made of hardened light with his right hand, and a very sophisticated gun with the other.

The Army stopped before the visitors, pointing their guns at the outsiders. Not one of them moved a muscle. just staring at the outsiders stoically.

The visitors had become wary; the ruler was nowhere to be found. Jacques Schnee started to get irked, including some council members from Vale, Mistral and Atlas. They stepped forward, despite hushed warnings from General Ironwood, Glynda and Ozpin.

"Where is your leader? We've come all this way to meet him and yet--!"

As if on cue, a ball of raging fire erupted in mid-air, making the Schnee patriarch shut up and stumble back in fear. From within the fire a man burst forth.

And he was not what they expected.

He had an appearance that one would not expect from a king. Hell, he had an appearance one would very much expect from a male popstar. Emerald green eyes, long forest-green hair tied up in a ponytail, and a freckled face with a sharp jawline that made him look a tad effeminate.

Beneath his red cape he possessed a build that perfectly hid his true strength, wearing a dark green sleeveless unitard with light accents and a pair of dark blue combat pants. His gloves and boots are dark green accented with lighter shades, with his arms wrapped by bandages. On his index fingers, he wore two rings; rings that held his weapons. On his back is a very sturdy shield that absorbs vibrations, given to him before his father passed away.

On his head he wore a crown made of ethereal flames. And on his face is a scowl that can melt all ice and snow in Atlas.

And that scowl turned harsher when the man looked at Ozpin, who was tempted to take a few steps away from him.

"State your purpose," the man addressed them, a severe tone in his voice.

At first glance, one wouldn't think he is the one who runs the country, but Ozpin could feel it, and so did everyone else present.

No one dared to speak.

No one dared to move.

They were all in the presence of a King.