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located in Emperia City, a part of The Catalysts, one of the many universes on RPG.

Emperia City

A large city built over the water, and separated from the rest of society. Current battleground for Catalysts, Insurgents, and Hunters alike.


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Character Portrait: Lucielle Thorn Character Portrait: Hunter Thorn Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox
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Hunter shot an accusatory look towards Jericho. "There was a slight turn of events that required my intervention." He looked back towards Ozpin, tired of feeling like a small child on trial. "Although, I'm sure you know the rest."

His interrogator looked at him expectantly, gesturing to the small black box on the set, a red light blinking on and off. A tape recorder. Obviously, the Foundation acted like a military, or rather, it's own small government. He decided to give in. He explained everything that happened. The severed head, plummeting through the streets, the mercenaries, and worst of all, Craven. He told them about the fight, and how he nearly died. He decided to end his 'tale', of sorts just when he blacked out. Silence hung in the air, and Hunter took the moment to silently criticize himself for his clumsiness. It took him a moment to realize that Ozpin was speaking once more.

"As I was saying, Mr. Thorn," Ozpin repeated, noticing Hunter snapping back to attention, "I thank you both for your time. And now," He continued, switching off the recorder, "I would love to say we have some more official things to discuss, but that, in essence, is false."

Looking rather puzzled, Hunter sat forwards. "Jericho. Hunter. The Foundation would like to thank you for your continued service. And as such, we figured we'd let you indulge yourselves a little, but only a little. Though, I would like to share that some other researchers are just tired of working around the sarcastic attitudes and odd blood fetishes." He shot them a look, cracking a smile. Finding nothing but a blank stare from Hunter, he continued. "On-site staff would like to have you, and as an extension, I, relocated to our secondary base of operations in the Fifth Ward. This is purely confidential, even for the secrecy of the Foundation, you're still officially here, where we can monitor you should anything happen. Any questions?"

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Lucielle sighed, laying back on the top of the bridge, the light finally cresting high enough to reach her eyes. Out of pure annoyance she closed them. Why did she have to wait for Vanessa at such an absurd hour? Perhaps the woman had potential, but was it really worth the headaches and frustration it brought? She rolled over, the metal digging across her skin. She had better show up soon.

High in the sky, a flying morning dove burned to the ground.