Remnant

"To all alumni, Mission Posting have been sent to Team Leader's scrolls for review. Please once accepted, head to the Airship bays for deployment, please be advised,your missions are yours to take but you do not have to take it if you believe your team is capable of handling it." Ozpin announced over the loud speaker system.

Several alumnus scrolls chimed as they received their fated messages.

Team BITA Mission One: A Massive insect-type Grimm hives have been causing massive disruptions at the Mountain Glenn reconstruction site.

Team FUSH Mission One: A caravan needs an escort through the wilds of Forever Fall Forest, many different kinds of Grimm are known to live in the forest including Harpies, Goliath, and Deathstalkers. The caravan must be taken to a cave near the ocean that leads to a secret village outside the kingdom.

Umbra had been walking behind the others to go review their mission, it was weird to think that they wouldn't be at school anymore. She was sure that she left a good worn spot in her favourite punching bag and she knew she was going to miss the training room. Not going to miss the idiots that roamed the damned hall though, that was an obvious fact. She wrinkled her face, so Che looked like she had just smelled something foul, when she read their first big mission. Guarding civilians was always a hassle because not only are they fighting Grimm but they're fighting with the civvies too.

Bron leaped out of the airship along with his comrades. Instead of letting Arian help with his descent with his semblance, he instead opted to do it himself. He quickly grabbed Trick Shot, and while it was still in numchuck form, he threw one end at the airship. The end of his weapon attached itself to the airship as he bombed towards the ground. The string began to grow with length as he descended closer to the ground. Once he was a safe distance from the ground, he just pressed a button on his end of his weapon, and the other end came flying down towards him.

He landed perfectly on the ground like a cat. He took the other end of his weapon and changed it to it's bow form. He moved his neck around, cracking his bones. "Was that as awesome as it felt?" Bron asked himself. "Alright people, we're on the clock." Bron stated to his team once they all landed. "Reminder, once we find a good entre point, Tyrus, and Indie stay topside. While me and Arian head underneath." Bron said in a serious tone. When they aren't on a mission, Bron does enjoy calling his teammates by little nicknames he gives them, but when on a mission, he almost changes personalities, and becomes much more serious.

'I hope we're ready' Han thought to himself as he was nervously loading and unloading half of Untrennbar. He looked down and immediately stopped. 'I need to kick that habit. If I don't it's going to blow up in my face. Literally'.

Even though he didn't often show it, Han liked his teammates, a lot. He grew up as an only child and was later disowned by his parents so he really took comfort in finally having a real family, even if he wasn't technically related to them. He connected with them mostly by playing guitar, as that was really his only other talent besides fighting. He played low, bass-y music for Sable, upbeat alternative music for Fushia, and melodic fingerstyle for Umbra. Han tried to play what his teammates wanted and was, though physically straight-faced, overwhelmed with joy when they complemented him on his playing.

Han's left leg started to bounce up and down while he sat. 'I've been training a long time for this and I think I'm ready'. He thought about how during his Beacon initiation he propelled himself through the air with the explosive feature of his daggers and upon landing was able to use the speed he gathered to cut through three whole beowolves. "I got this" Han said and as if he was cursed he accidentally kneed one of his daggers into the air and away from him. Han reached for it with an outstretched hand and caught it, though not without falling face first into the ground in the process.

'Smooth' Han thought as he got up and brushed himself off.

Han cursed under his breath. That word reminded him of his secret. 'I don't not trust them' Han reassured himself, 'I just don't want to risk them hating me. If they hate me we can't work well as a team'. Although Han didn't possess any homosexual stereotypes, he was, in fact, gay.

"Let's not think about that" Han said to himself as he snapped both halves of Untrennbar to his sides. "Time to meet up with my teammates and prepare for the mission". Han ran over to the rest of his team and forgot all about his secret as he thought about the adventure they were about to have.

A laugh echoed throughout the area as the Grimm all backed off in unison. Walking forward through their ranks came a man holding a guitar with one side sharpened into an axe. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but jeans, a pair of combat boots, and a grin on his face. As he walked, the Grimm fell in behind him, closing off the path he'd come from. Placing one hand on his shoulder and cricking his neck, he spoke to the trespasser in front of him who was closest, who happened to be a fellow human.

"Well, well, well." he said, his fingers mindlessly strumming a small melody the Grimm gently swayed to, the notes echoing through the caverns and touching on the edges of the Faunii minds as well, asking them to calm down and accept, even if they didn't know what they were being asked to submit to or why they heard it. "Might I ask what the lot of you are thinking of doing to my friends?" his voice was all warmth, as if he was greeting unexpected company.

"I understand, but there are people whose lives are in danger." Arian replied to his team leader's words.

I will sneak around behind him and use Lillith and Evadne as well as creating a vacuum around him, so his aura and the music is neutralized. Arian said into the comm system as he grabbed his weapons off of his belt and unlocking the scissor blades.

"Vacuum Force." Arian whispered as he snuck up behind Flint, utilizing the mass calculating program to propagate the base control for his semblance.

The air was siphoned away from the area around Flint, causing the Grimm to faint and allowing Arian to grab Flint in a head lock. "Kill the Grimm, we trained for this."

Flint loved the smell of fire. Something about its primal beauty, how it helped to create as well as destroy, called to him. He loved how the smoke of fire looked, sunbeams lancing through the grey smog spiraling up from the ruins of the village he had just overrun. A few Beowolves were fighting over the limb of a child, and a young Nevermore was pecking at the charred remains of somebody's dog. Flint was finally starting to feel cathartic about Sasha's death, having begun the war he had warned the children of. The village had received no warning as the Grimm had swept in through the night, tearing every building to splinters and gravel. The Goliaths had finally taken his side after the first village had been razed, and had been the main assault force behind the fall of this village, their massive bodies smashing walls apart like those toy bricks he'd played with before he'd gone over to the Grimm, and were now currently off doing their own thing until Flint called upon them to do battle once again. He saw some rubble move, and before he could even make a motion to order his troops to seize it, a pair of Beowolves, Tink and Tank he had named them, had already grabbed the survivor, a young girl with short auburn hair, and brought her to his feet. Rubbing them behind their ears as a sign of appreciation(They really did love that, to the point where Flint was curious as to whether they should be classified as cats.), he kneeled down to the girl, no older than eight, and noticed that she hadn't been harmed by any of the Grimm in the assault, as if she had Flint's gift as well.

"*sniff* Mummy... I want my mummy..." the little girl cried, and Flint, for a brief second, saw the Grimm around them soften the way they carried themselves, proving that this girl did indeed share in his power. He spoke to her, his voice soft and calming.

"Little one, be brave. Your mother died protecting you so you could grow up to be strong, and to cry now would be to dash those dreams. I am Flint. And until we meet somebody who can give you a better life, I'll make sure your mother didn't die in vain." He honestly had no idea who her mother was or what she had been doing at the time of her demise, but it was better for the girl to think of her mother this way, as a hero rather than whatever else could have been. "Can you tell me your name, little one?" The girl sniffed back her tears, than meekly responded.

"C...Cereza..." Flint smiled gently, and then lifted her up, called over one of the Ursa, and then placed her on the bear's shoulders.

"Well, Cereza it is, then. Let's find you a better life." Flint said, walking towards the next village as the Grimm began to follow them.

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Flint and Cereza were walking together through the town, each for differing reasons. Cereza hadn't been able to salvage anything from the wreckage of her town, and so had to get new clothing, while Flint was scouting the town to plan for that nights invasion. Cereza was already aware of who Flint was and what he did, but had chosen to stay by his side so she could learn about her own power. The two had just finished off the sweets Flint had gotten them when the shriek echoed through the town. Cereza had taken off for the source while Flint was in the middle of stuffing a Turtle in his mouth, and so he had no choice but to run after her, sliding to a stop when he saw a snake Faunus ensnare a waitress, cursing the fact that he'd left TAOS with Tink and Tank outside the borders of the village, near the war camp. {Well, no mind fogging today.} he thought to himself, standing tall and taking a fighting stance. "Cereza, get back to Tink and Tank and tell them to bring Taos, they'll understand." he said, taking a barrel and smashing it so he could take the metal rings and bend them into a makeshift staff, which he pointed at the snake faunus.

"If anybody is destroying the people of this town," he said as Cereza ran off, making his aura begin to pulse around him, "Then it's going to be ME." He waited for her to say anything, just so she could monologue like he did, and waited defensively, paying attention to the slime she had already laid on the walls. This faunus was probably smarter than him, setting a trap like that. But STRONGER... Well, he'd be the judge of that.

Flint didn't even flinch at the boy's remarks, who he'd heard coming anyways, despite his weak attempts at "stealth", instead focusing on the Faunus in front of him, maintaining his stance.
"Fool boy, are you so blind as to not notice the situation before you? A girl is in danger, I'm the one doing something about it to save her, and I'M the one you're focused on? How Ozpin let you be the leader of your team is beyond me, that bird girl has more sense than you. As for the other facts, Sasha dispersed after her burial, and the smoking remains of the past two villages really helped me get over it, but not completely. Ah well, third time's the charm. Another protip, when your opponent has a staff, it's effective range is further than those toys you have, even when their back is turned. But since I'm not your opponent yet, consider this a temporary alliance. I may be one who lives among Grimm, but I'm still human, and I'm NOT letting someone die in such a manner as this. You're in no shape to fight melee after the beating I put your group through, so provide me support with your arrows and watch the slime, the snake girl can control it, from the looks of her current hostage." he said, rushing forward towards the snake faunus to attempt to strike it with the makeshift staff in a side-swiping motion.

Cereza had almost reached the meeting point, and found Tink and Tank playfighting on the ground. She whistled, and they both snapped to attention, looking at their king's student with questioning looks.
"What did Nicky tell me to do here... Oh! Right!" she said, letting her mind drift over to the slightly feral, and relayed the message Flint had given her to the pair through her thoughts. Upon receiving their orders, Tink picked up TAoS off of the rock Tank had left it on and took off in a blur with it in his jaws, Tank in close pursuit.

Bron glared at Flint. Although he was making sense, he wasn't going to listen to someone like him. "As much fun as seeing Flint strapped down, and torn apart sounds, I can't let him go with you. He has to face justice. And Flint its called priorities first mate." Bron said as he wiped away the blood off his face. While that may be cold, and callous of Bron to care more about stopping Flint then saving some innocent girl, but to Bron stopping Flint could save hundreds of innocent girls. He would most likely have never made that kind of call if the rest of his team was there, but they weren't, and he needs to worry about saving the many appose to the few.

Bron prepared to attack them both as Flint leaped forward towards the Faunus. He tried to jump out of the way as the Faunus' sent some kind slime, thing towards him. His injuries slowed him down enough for the attack to hit him in his right arm. Bron grunted in pain as he used his left blade to cut the slime off his arm. "Enough of this!" Bron shouted as he leaped forward towards Flint. He kicked Flint in the back, sending him towards the Faunus. "Leave. NOW!" Bron ordered the Faunus. "This is a one time offer. Flint is worth more to me then you are. Leave now and I'll forget what you did to that girl." Bron offered as he prepared himself for Flint's, or hers retaliation.

Flint was NOT pleased that the boy couldn't listen to common sense. First the snake girl had used the slime to glue his weapon to the wall, now the boy wasn't even willing to stop what could be a greater threat. Rolling his eyes in exasperation, he broke off the half of the makeshift metal weapon that wasn't stuck to the wall and felt Bron try to kick the man who was at least twice as strong. However, as Flint was aware that strength did NOT equal capacity to root oneself(again, Ursa wrestling), he rolled forward out of the kick and tossed the broken metal bar at the snake girl, seeing it interrupt the slime's flight path. Bron was worthless now, but he was NOT letting the Faunus leave unpunished. Pushing off of the ground, he leapt over the snake girl, placing her between himself and Bron so the boy would be forced to help via going through her. It was there, with perfect timing as Flint noticed, Cereza came in with Taos on the back of a Nevermore. He didn't like the way she was controlling the bird, but she was still learning, and he couldn't have asked for a better moment as he picked up the now corpse's head.

"Those Nevermores DO get peckish, don't they?" he said to himself, tossing it into the air where the bird snapped it up, Cereza dropping Taos in response. One jump later and it was in his hands, where he gave it a quick riff to get inside the Faunus' head so he would have a pin on her location if she were to try and slip away, and to tell the Nevermore to take Cereza back to camp. Tink and Tank, both still semi-weightless, he commanded to split up, break range, and escape into the tunnels. And lastly, he called out to the oldest and most durable of the Death Stalkers, telling it to come to him and wait five blocks away for an expedient retreat if need be. While he wanted this girl neutralized, he did NOT want to be captured or killed, as he still had dozens of villages to burn. Landing back on the ground, he gave Taos a few swings, and started making the blade vibrate from the steady but minor release of Heavy Sound dust. Now, not only would it repel the slime, but it possessed a sharper cut.

"You think me a monster, yet would pardon a murderer for my head? My actions are done in revenge, yet yours appear to be merely in spite. SO TELL ME, BOY," he said, his voice building to a roar, "WHICH OF US IS THE MONSTER?" His words were regal and imposing, their effect amplified on the snake faunus, who would be getting that feeling the other Faunus got that maybe this Flint guy was someone to listen to and that boy was looking more and more like the target... At least, that was what Flint hoped she was thinking. She seemed a little bent off for your average Faunus, there could have been possible... side effects to her mind he didn't account for. As he spoke, he made sure to keep focusing on the girl's slime, watching to ensure that it didn't start attacking him again.

Tyrus blinked in shock when Arian jumped out the window...why hadn't he thought of that? After all given his condition he wouldn't have to worry about the glass or any landing mishap. But his wolfish comrade was another story, and to boot the guy was already somewhat hurt. On the plus side, since Indie wasn't so intent on keeping him in place any more Tyrus found himself reclaiming his feet without problem. But he still felt not need to rush despite the girl's concerns since his ego was a little bit hurt. Resulting in him using little more than a casual stroll despite the size of his stride making up for his lack of haste.

Her comment on the boys being idiots did result in him having a large, body shaking laugh. After all Tyrus knew that HE was an idiot, but the idea of lumping the other two with himself was rather funny to him.

"Yes I am," the proclamation was boldly made while he was carefully stepping along part of the street he'd almost fallen through after exiting the building. When Tyrus cleared the patch he switched to his usual saunter and found things at a rather interesting standstill. Arian was having a stare down with a ...slime girl that seemed intent on interrupting whatever Bron and the Grimm guy were doing.

" Hey Frank's back, and he even brought a girlfriend." Tyrus loudly vocalized his thoughts to double as a greeting. He kept working his way towards the group- still flapping his mouth...mostly to tease his teammates. He even through a mischievous look towards his female companion before continuing to clarify his next question wasn't being asked in earnest.

"So Indie we're dragging everyone back, but does that also mean I'm allowed to play rough?" Despite the tone being utterly innocent, Tyrus' 'play rough' had a way of being a hazard to most everyone around him. Of course, after years of working with his allies he'd learned ways around it. But 'playing rough' was still how he described the point where he stopped trying to contain his wrecking ball style of fun. By this point, he'd walked level to Arian in terms of distance to slime girl but unlike his comrade Tyrus kept walking to close the gap.

"Or are am I actually allowed to just full on enjoy myself?"

((moved from Glenn))
She felt her slime hit flesh as it stabbed Bron. Then...the blood got onto the slime. Getting Bron's blood into her slime caused something interesting to occur. Azuru's eyes began to glow bronze and her brain and reflexes sped up. These two were in serious trouble now. As Flint tossed the skull into the air, it carried slime with it and as the Nevermore snatched it up, more delightful powers came to the snake-girl. From her back erupted 2 large and beautiful black wings and she rocketed into the air. The slime coated her body, creating a helmet and armor, now resembling that of a Valkyrie. In her hands she formed a bow and arrow of slime and rained deadly sharp arrows of ooze upon Flint and Bron, aiming for joints and avoiding any vitals while Flint had his rock concert, though it was muffled by the goop in the girl's ears. Mixed in with the arrow were razor sharp feathers, a signature of the Nevermore. This is what it means to evolve. To be strong.

"The more you fight me, the less likely I'll be able to avoid killing you. Now let me rip off those arms and replace them with blades or tentacles or something. It'll be fun, won't hurt me a bit."

Bron was about to answer Flint, but then his team came. How did they know he was in trouble. Instead of answering Flint, he just grunted. He wasn't about to give him a answer with his team right there. "Fine." Bron begrudgingly said. "I'll focus on the Faunus, for now. But as soon as she's down I'm dragging your worthless hide into Vale! Dead or alive." Bron growled. Bron shifted Trick Shot into it's bow form, and took out a couple of his compressed air arrows. Bron pulled back the arrows on his bow, and fired a volley at the Faunus.

After they left his bow he next readied a smokescreen arrow. Bron fired the arrow at the woman, causing a blanket of smoke to cover her, and the immediate area around her, easily opening her up for another's attack. Bron's eyes then went over to Flint. He didn't trust him one bit. He was ready incase he would try something. He's not getting the better of him this time, and if that means he has to let whoever this woman is go, then so be it. Something about Flint just brought out the worse in Bron. He just couldn't stand him.