Introduction
"We can't just send the children out there, many of them are much too young and inexperienced to survive a day!" Glynda said as she stared at the councils and the headmasters of each academy.
Ironwood rose from his seat and began to speak, "I propose we send only the top teams of the collective graduating classes, assign them an active Huntsman or Huntress, and ship them out, its our best option."
"That is actually a splendid idea, but I have a few caveats, instead of assigning a single huntsman or huntress to the teams would it not be better to send them out with pairs as chaperons and we use the railways to send them out to the local areas and Bullheads for long distance travel, all which will call the attention of the grimm away from the villages." Ozpin said as he placed his mug on the boardroom table.
All Senior Squads Report to the Auditorium, I repeat all Senior Squads report to Auditorium!!!! a voice blared across the campus.
Hundreds of students piled into the auditorium, murmuring could be heard from a great distance away as six people slowly appeared on the dias. Ozpin and Glynda in the lead and Ironwood taking up the rear. The other three, a woman in red and gold armor and crimson hair, a man in white armor and with a golden and white shield, and a smaller woman in a red cloak were there as support.
"I understand that many of you are afraid of the days to come, of the fact that many of you are in a distant land, far from those you hold dearest, but we must be ever vigilant in this fight or all will be for naught. We have to believe that this is worth it in our hearts and souls or the darkness and the Grimm will reclaim us all. Now, it has been decided that those of you willing to be sent out on missions will be assigned an active pair of huntsmen or huntresses, only teams may apply, if you are unsure, this is your choice, you may stay here and train and prepare and study to be able to fight or you can go and learn on the field and get as much actual experience as possible. Team leaders, you will conviene with your teammates and decide whether you are ready and if you are add your names to the wall with your Scroll. That is all! Ozpin said and slowly backed away from the microphone and the light.
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Team Somber
Arian stood beside his team, no, his family and realized that this was their moment to prove that they were ready, to prove that he was ready to take down anything if need be to protect the innocent and those he loves. He quickly glanced over at Sienna and smiled. "So, boss man, what are we gonna do?" he said as he looked over at his partner and leader, Solomon, who stood beside a man in a suit of armor.
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It was a rough morning, Well that is how they all start, Eckhart himself was having a particularly tiresome morning already, The announcement echoed through the halls, Waking Eckhart up instantly, Even though it was on the job description, a wink of sleep is well-needed.
After his daily morning routine, This started the cycle of pain, On his morning walk, His offering to a small child of sweets, was dismissed, as his appearance was quite terrifying, effectively scaring the child away, It was disheartening to say the least. Trying to get a lady across the street was a bit of an ordeal too, Eckhart had to carry her limp body over to the hospital, as the lady collapsed from shock,Ah...I should really stop doing this.., but he couldn't if he tried, His menacing appearance is completely juxtaposed with his kind nature. His soft personality wouldn't let him turn away someone in need, but they usually come off as worse, Huh..
But Eckhart had little time to stay sorrowful, It was mission time, This was a day of excitement, Thoughts of happiness filled his mind, His mood changed from becoming even more cheerful then before the cycle, After all, Every Huntsmen fears for their own life, but most of them are skilled enough that they are too busy enjoying the fight to stay anxious, And Eckhart was no exception, Contradictory to his warm personality, He is more brutal then most, making being his friend, sound more appealing then opposing him.
Eckhart slowly walked to the auditorium, still a bit tired from the rude awakening, and because of the clunk of iron that has become his flesh and bone, Meeting his team in the cluster of people, As the blonde haired woman stepped up to the podium. "Those taking up arms, please step forward! Those who are not ready please report to your classes."Thank you, now there are several missions all over the globe that are up for the taking, please choose wisely, each mission has two chaperones, high-ranking huntsmen and huntresses. Once you have selected your mission speak to your chaperones and begin to head to the launchpads for deployment. Remember that the Grimm feed on fear and anxiety."
After the long speech, Eckhart feeling that it's purpose was to repel then attract willing warriors, the silver wolf himself started with some small talk, after glancing at the fox-faunas known as Sienna, The iron giant found himself near the "boss man", He eagerly waited for Solomon's response to the question, It wasn't much, But Eckhart's helmeted head turned to the leader himself, Words of Wisdom, Inspiration, What was the marksmen going to enlighten the team with?
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Vale - Outer region of commercial district - 6:30 AM
With a final exhale, Ricochet dropped the box into place and wiped the lone bead of sweat off his forehead, giving the cardboard a last pat into place alongside its brethren. βI think thatβs all of them, maβam.β He stretched his arms out and concluded his work for the day, the shopkeeperβs admiration was enough of a reward. The boy gave the product of half an hour work, a stack of boxes chock-full of cooking supplies, a grin as he shot his employer a thumbs-up. Another set of hands around the shop can really make wonders. Too bad I only gave birth to children who hang around the academy like itβs a safe haven.β The woman pouted and slumped behind the serving counter. Rico sighed and shut the door to the storage room behind him, then paced his way over to the mother who could easily be mistaken for a woman in mourning. The student only shook his head at the depressing sight. He turned to face the coffee machine, following through the speedy procedure of refueling his thermos with bitter goodness.
βWell, theyβve both grown to be quite eminent characters, if I do say so myself. Definitely a pair of juniors I can be proud of training with.β He lightly pressed the rim of the cup to his lips and gave leeway for a chug of the invigorating beverage to make its way down into a descent. βBut they donβt even stop by during the weekend. Not even when thereβs a break! They just act like the woman who birthed them is equivalent to discarded trash on the sidewalk!β Rico could already notice the symptoms preceding a waterfall of emotional tears, he would have to move quickly to defuse this time bomb. β...I guess that proves how important they are! Iβm sure if they managed to get some free time, they would make their way over here in a heartbeat! They would fly- no, leap there way from Beacon to here.β The student offered a reassuring smile as solace, in hopes of her not breaking into a turmoil of denial. The shopkeeper seemed to have taken Ricoβs consolation as the truth and pieced herself back together. βAnywaysβ¦ If thereβs anything else you need help with, Iβll happily obl-β
βRicochet, itβs time to return to the campus.β A voice resounded over the chime activated by the shopβs door creaking open. A man stood in the frame, dressed in fine garnishing presenting himself as a member of the upper echelons of society. βOh. Sup Mr. Vhan! You heard him, maβam. Seems that the academy needs its trump card!β The boy made a haughty grin to further bolster his already prevalent ego. At least he knew when to show restraint. He walked over to the entrance where his weapon, Alacrity, rested against the wall. In one fluent motion the student grabbed it by the sling, twisted it midair and hefted it over his shoulder. The two gave the cook a farewell and made their way for where the aircraft was parked.
Rico wasnβt moving at the same expedited pace as Vhan, a teacher known for being one of the friendlier members of the faculty. The student took his time, taking in the sights of the residential area. Even though it was barely light out, the city was still lively at this hour. Shopkeeps prepared their stores for another day, kids played in the streets before school, it was a tranquil scene overall. βYou know, Mr. Vhan, this place grows on you. I could wake up here every morning and feel ready to tackle another grueling day.β Rico had maintained a policy of visiting the area on a daily basis, after all, he got his rear in gear at the peak of dawn. Even if he wasnβt visiting the down, he was most likely training in the academy halls. If his teammates were to ever wake up, and he was still sound asleep, they would know that somethingβs awry. The teacher only gave his pupil a lackadaisical smile, until his attention was diverted to his deviceβs beeping. Vhan shifted through his coatβs pocket and placed the contraption to his head as they reached the craft.
βMhmmm. Alright. Got it. Weβre en route now. Come on, Ricochet, we canβt miss the morning assembly.β
βWhat? Itβs just a morning assembly. Canβt we linger a little bit mo-β
βNo. Get in the transport. Now.β The usual lenient smile abruptly evaporated, replaced by a commanding gaze staring daggers at the student. Rico followed suit and quietly nodded, raising his foot to step onto the aircraft
Beacon - Now
Rico slammed his foot onto the ground as he broke into a sprint, dead-set on a course to the auditorium. The announcement was nearing its conclusion by the time he had reached the entrance. Before him was a sea of students draped in the same uniform, somewhere in there was his team. A few questions were bouncing around in his mind as he scoped around for his comrades. Why only senior squads? What was so detrimental about this assembly? If it wasnβt for the fact that Terryβs cerulean hair wasnβt such an irregularly bright hue, he probably wouldnβt have been able to locate the trio. Ricochet made his way through the coagulated body of students, most of them were familiar faces which gave him right of passage. It might have also been the fact that the guy was known for carrying his rifle at all times, and there was even a rumor that a safety didnβt even exist on the thing. Of course one was implemented into the mechanism but Rico never made the effort to extinguish such claims. He allowed them to continue their circulation through the student bodyβs veins, just for his own personal amusement. It wasnβt long before he wound up next to his squad. Despair-induc- Glynda was finishing up with her speech.
βSo this is why Vhan was hellbent on getting me hereβ¦ Eh. Guess theyβre organizing the forces. So, squad leader, whatβs on our agenda?β Rico smirked at the trio and nodded. It was same old same old. Go in, wreck some Grimm, fly out in slow-motion, the whole enchilada. But if a situation like this has even Ozpin rattled, something mustβve been amiss. He patiently awaited Terryβs orders and the opinions of his fellow squadmates.
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{Terry Sawyer}
Terry watched and listened intently, her four head covered in wrinkles from concentrating so hard on what was being said. They had to pick missions? That would be intresting. But she knew her team could handle it. As the assembly was coming to a close and everyone started to move around chattering amungst their team mates Terry was plucked from her thoughts by a familiar voice.She snapped out of the trancelike state she was in and quickly looked over at her team mates and then smiled widely at Rico."Didn't you hear silly? We have to pick a mission!"
She brushed her turquoise bangs out of her face and looked towards a line that was slowly forming for teams to select their missions.Terry quickly grabbed her nearest team mate by the arm, unfortunately for him it was Rico. She began dragging him behind her and she pushed her way through the croud to get a good spot in line.
"HURRY UP SLOW POKES! WE ARE GOING TO MISS ALL THE GOOD ONES!" She said in an exasperated tone.
Finally they made it and Terry started quickly flipping through the missions. "Everybody pick one that looks the best to them and we will pick from one of those!" She said as she found a mission that really caught her eye.She stepped back from the mass of people and waited for her team to pick their top missions.
The faunas girl, Sienna, looked even smaller next to the guys on her team, each one towering at least a foot taller than her. This didn't bother Sienna, however, since she had grown used to the idea of most everyone being taller than her.
She listened closely as Glynda explained the situation and she found it odd. Glynda kept a calm voice, but Sienna was very perceptive and could tell the situation was very serious. Her tail flicked back and forth a little as she felt slightly nervous yet also excited. This is what the had trained for.
She noticed as Arian quickly glanced at her and smiled which in turn brought a small smile to her own face as she glanced at him for a moment from the corner of her eye. Arian then asked Solomon what the plan was and Sienna also turned to face the team leader, awaiting his decision.
"So, boss man, what are we gonna do?" He turned to face Arian, and the rest of the team when he heard the silver wolf speak He looked at what he considered to not only be his best friends but the best team he could ever ask for. they were all looking at him, waiting for n answer. He gave them a confident smile, and began to speak. "We're gonna go find and accept a mission of course. It'll be dangerous, and it'll be hard, but we can handle it. We can handle anything that comes our way. So let's go find one. Let me know if you guys see one that peaks your interest"
He lead his team over to select a mission and after looking through them for a few moments he came across one that caught his eye. It triggered his need to protect others and it seemed more than challenging enough. He looked back over at his team."How about this one? We would have to help some refugees get through Mountain Glenn and back here to Vale. looks like we would be chaperoned by Jaune Arc, and Pyrrha Nikos. What do you guys think?" He looked back over at the others waiting to hear what they thought.
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"What about... that one? I've always liked the snow." Natalie mused, her steps coming to a halt behind Terry and Ricochet. She pointed towards a mission somewhere up in the corner. "Not the easiest one, but it'll be a soft landing for you two!" She was never great with landing. Natalie had managed to accidentally burrow herself underground the first time she was launched. The second time, she had collided with someone in mid-air, and on and on for the third, the fourth. Every time the spectacle was violent, sudden, and typically ended badly.
Though, jokes aside - she felt unease creep up her spine as she scanned all the missions. She always had this feeling. Every time she stood on a launch pad, every time she saw the Grimm. She always assumed many huntresses felt it - it was impossible for every single one of them to be fearless, after all. And besides, who could blame her? All news on the Grimm was always dire. Their world was slowly disappearing one settlement at a time.
{Terry Sawyer}
Terry looked at the missions and was about to pick the one Natalia handed to her, it looked really cool. Suddenly something caught her eye,
"Hey... What about this?...."
She grabbed the mission papers and showed the team.
"This looks awesome!"
β’Your team will be working with Ruby and Weiss, helping secure the transport of a weapon from Atlas to Vale.
β’You will meet a full array of enemy's;
Grimm, bandits, Assasssins, mercs.
Good luck!
"This one! This is it guys! We can do this and TOTALY kick butt!"
She smiled widely at her team mates almost jumping up and down.
As the rest of them read through the papers Terry twirled her hair waiting for their response.
Suddenly she noticed the crowed of people trying to get past them, "Oh! We need to move!" She pointed at the group.
So, thatβs why they were all gathered? Was this assemblage of senior students the pinnacle of the academyβs operations? One thing they did accomplish for sure was making the air too sparse or heavy to breathe. The amount of carbon dioxide circulating through the hall was nearly unbearable, Ricochet was half-tempted to shout out at somebody to open a few windows. Of course, this order would be accompanied by a slew of unnecessary slurs and bashings, but thatβs just how the guy rolled. Born and raised with a sailorβs mouth daunting enough to challenge Atlasβ finest navy generals. β...I wonder how they managed to cook up all these missions? I donβt even see a single senior squad absent. Guess they were holding out on us~!β He didnβt take the academy heads to wait for all of these operations to accumulate. But surely they were expecting a few spineless units to drop out, so there probably werenβt that many to go around. A line was already coming into fruition, meaning that missions were already being plucked from the scroll, like grapes from a vine. It was like watching a bunch of conscripts fall into a column, a disjointed mess of forced soldiers greener than grass. Fortunately, most of the squads knew what they were doing since they had managed to survive for a few years.
Rico wasnβt always the most decisive person, but he had a good taste in picking their battles. Considering that he had just ran all the way from the port, he was planning on taking a few moments of respite to catch his breath. That was his plan, until he felt a surprisingly firm grip grasp his arm and pull him towards the line. Ricochet looked back at Natalie and Jackson with a pleading gaze screaming βPlease. Save me.β Yet rather than coming to the studentβs rescue, they merely exchanged glances and left the brunette to his fate. It seemed that a teal-haired girl screaming at the top of her lungs dragging an armed student behind her was enough to clear a path. Soon enough the whole squad had assembled before the array of missions and delved into the countless passages of text. There wasnβt one which really piqued his fancy, most of them were just babysitting or blatant Search and Destroy tasks.
Team TNJR was one of the more lightly equipped squads, armour wise. Only Terry sported any type of clad, while the the other three advocated that any protective wear would slow them down. That wouldβve been the case for their leader, if it wasnβt for her speed-enhancing semblance, which negated the hindrance of her armor and kept her on par with the rest. Missions which required speed and agility was the squadβs forte. Rico stared up at the board, an enthusiastic grin stretched across his face at the possibilities fulfilling his criteria. Both Natalie and Terry offered up their options, but it was ultimately the latterβs proposition which was decided upon. He was surprised to see his comrades so hyped for a mission entailing fighting mercs. Alacrity didnβt exactly have any non-lethal rounds possible for its chambering, so it was evident that blood was bound to be spread. Rico already had a mindset mentally prepared to kill others of his species, but he wasnβt so sure about his comrades. The boy just shrugged to himself as he read the remainder of the form and shoved it into his pocket. βIβm not quite sure how grimm and bandits come into the same equation, but eh, canβt say Iβm not fascinated by how such a feat will transpire. Sure, I think Alacrityβs fine with such a scenario.β He gave a boasting nod to the rifle slung around him and continued to sign the enlistment scroll.
βNot sure how long we have until we deployβ¦ Preferably, Iβd like to get a refill, but anythingβs fine.β To prove his point, he chugged down the last of the refreshment and slipped the thermos into his coat. βHope youβve overcome your motion sickness, Jackson. Not sure if theyβll have a surplus of barf bags whilst weβre fighting off waves of foes.β Rico playfully smirked at his fellow teammate, then turned to Natalie and Terry, βGuess we should wrap up whatever we want to do on Beacon before our departure. No need for the long faces, weβll be fine! Weβll just operate as usual, with Jackson and Terry on Vanguard, and Natalie and myself in the rear. Just same old same old.β He flashed the group his iconic grin of uncontained eagerness, but the set of teeth suddenly devolved into a more serious expression.
β...Is what I want to say. But something tells me thingsβll be different this time. We need to keep our heads high and on the prize. No slip-ups, or the whole thing's botched.β It was very rare to see Rico actually taking things seriously, but such an abrupt change in demeanor was needed. The student quickly changed back to his nonchalant self and smiled yet again, βWell. Letβs wreck a few adversaries, shall we?β
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"Well... Grimm are a part of everybody's life now. They'll be a given in nearly any mission we take." Natalie said, reading over Terry's shoulder, running a hand through her hair with a small sigh. "And, I could see why bandits and mercenaries would be interested in weapons - or, in this case, a single weapon. It's likely either rather large, or maybe a prototype."
"Then again, why isn't the military transporting this weapon? They're just as effective against stray Grimm as we are - they just need a few more people." Natalie didn't keep speaking - she didn't want to mention that she wasn't very eager to fight what remained of their race, even if they were outlaws. With how fast the Grimm advanced, she felt that they could hardly afford to.
And, well, considering exactly what type of weapon they'd be escorting - it almost seemed overkill to send not only a duo of trained huntresses, but an entire team of near-graduates as well. They could honestly only send one or two and have a much speedier, and likely safer delivery.
Natalie was bumped by an eager trainee - almost stumbling into Jackson. A reprimand rose in her throat, but she couldn't seem to find the offender amongst the crowd behind her. Terry seemed to be right - everyone was eager to move, to prove their worth. Was it truly wise to send so many untested trainees into the field, even protected? Was team TNJR ready?
Even Ricochet seemed more somber than usual. "It's usually my job to fuss - or what, did we swap and I never noticed? Because I tend to notice such things." Natalie remarked, a small smile lifting her features for a moment. "Ah, regardless... Terry's made our choice. Let's go."
She gave Jackson a pat on the arm - she was never really sure when he was dozing off - and pushed through the throng as best she could, cutting a path for the teammates that hopefully lied just a step behind, wanting to get to their own shuttle as soon as possible.
Thank god they didn't use the pads anymore.
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{Terry Sawyer}
"Come on you guys!" Terry called as she began walking toward where they were supposed to meet their groups chaperone.
She was very excited, to get started and prove her team was as great as she thought they were.
She stood away from the crowds and waited for the rest of them to make their way over to her. As she waited she shifted her weight from one foot to another until she bumped into someone.
"Oh excuse me!" she said with a smile on her face.
Then she noticed the girl had white hair and it was really pretty.
"I like your hair, it's really pretty!"
(The girl in question is supposed to be Weiss.)
"Well of course I'm in. I can't leave you three to do things on your own. I mean what if you guys got hurt and needed someone to heal you?" She said with a small laugh as her tail flicked back and forth. As she did that there was someone who grabbed her tail and pulled it. A small growl escaped as she glanced over her shoulder, but whoever had done it had disappeared into the crowd. "Just can we get out of here soon? There's to many people and I really am not fond of it." She asked, knowing it was now obvious she was becoming anxious in the midst of the crowd.
Beacon Academy Flight Deck
0600
Disembarking
"Hello, my name is Weiss Schnee, yes, heiress to the S.D.C. Empire, I and my partner Ruby Rose will be your chaperones on this mission. We will be taking this Atlesian Dropship to get to the SDC headquarters in Armament, to meet a team of guards to assist in the transportation of a very important item. We are unable to transport it by air because of its volatility and the fact that it was tried previously and the transport was attack by a murder of Nevermore, from Armament we will be using the rail system to travel, making as few stops as possible, half way on our return we will be stopping at the border City of Calgary, where Yang Xaoi Long and Blake Belladonna will be joining the mission. Any Questions?"
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As he walked out of the auditorium he spoke up to the others"So are we all in agreement then?" He was eager to get started despite this however he looked somewhat nervous. He was positive they could handle whatever came their way. However if they did decide to take this mission, he was not looking forward to the flight to Mountain Glenn. Grimm he could handle, but heights always bothered him, and flying was always an uncomfortable time for him.
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Ricochet arrived ten minutes before his comrades and babysitters, almost instantaneously slumping down to sit on a bench. The boy took measured bites out of a loaf of bread and washed down the rough texture with swigs of coffee. He repeated the process of gritting his teeth and tearing away part after part, a way of sating his hunger. Chances are, his teammates were in the midst of waking up and preparing for the mission ahead, meanwhile he had done everything of the sort an hour before hand. He couldnβt let any of them see his sorry excuse of a sleeping face. The student aimlessly watched as the sun progressively crested the horizon. But the color of the sky brought along with the light wasnβt the usual vibrant hue, but a somber grey, as if even the heavens were foreboding the fate of the team. Of course, Rico didnβt buy that superstitious nonsense, and merely listed off the emotionally draining scene as an overabundance of mist. But it definitely put a damper on the motivation he was trying to build up while chowing on the academyβs excuse for food. He was half-tempted to sprint back to the kitchen and throw the remainder of the loaf at the head chef, with the force of a million disappointed bread enthusiasts.
A pair of footsteps stopped Rico from his internal rant, glancing behind him to see whoever was approaching. His eyes ran across the cobblestone and finally rested on what he presumed to be the accompanying huntresses. One seemed extremely energetic even though most people would be zombies at his hour, and could even pass for being Ricoβs little sister, considering how similar they looked. The other strutted with so much pompousness that it was almost mind-numbing, it strangled the boy just by looking at her. She was definitely aware that her looks werenβt the only thing that were pretentious. No, chances are, she had some wealthy background placing her in the highest echelon in society from birth. But, since she was still alive, she had probably abandoned the idea that her companyβs minions would assist her, and faded into the common mindset of all hunters. Ricochet gave them a cursory wave while inhaling the remainder of his breakfast, then got to his own two feet, as his teammates werenβt far behind.
βJeeze~. Making Alacrity wait isnβt very nice. I swear, this rifle has a mind of itβs own.β The student smirked as he paced his way over to his friends and gave them their own morning greetings; a light tap on Jerichoβs shoulder, a cordial pat on his leaderβs head, and since he valued his own life, high fived Natalie so she wouldnβt cast him off the academy. It wasnβt long before they segued into the debriefing of their mission. It turns out that Ricochetβs reticle was dead on its target, as the aforementioned rich chick introduced herself as an empress within the dust industry, meanwhile the Rubyβs name obviously referenced her hair and style of apparel.
βPersonally, Iβd see it more feasible that we shouldβve taken a train from Valeβs station and ridden it to Atlas, but eh, not our money thatβs being burned here. Besides, thatβs the Atlasian way. Got a problem? Throw money at it. Jeeze, I already miss the homeland.β Being birthed in Atlas, Rico was already aware of the technological strives made within the country. Although its creations made positive changes on Remnant, sometimes the experiments concocted in their were borderline herecy. And on top of that, they were transporting it via train, and a private one at that. They were trying to keep civilian casualties to a minimum, but knowing their luck, a few accidents on the railway were destined to happen. Rico just hoped they would dispense a decent amount of guards to protect the weapon itself, so his comrades could actually deal with their foes without worry.
β...Well, I would ask for a train schedule, but I hope Atlas is smart enough to close off all stations today. Not that people will simply list off the abrupt denial of all] routes as an enigma, but public awareness is the least of our worries. So the only question I have to ask isβ¦ Shall we get a move on?β Yet again, the eager grin made a resurgence, along with a coat hanging loosely from his shoulders.
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Siren's song sat heavily on Natalie's lap. It often surprised people on how much such a small, thin instrument could weigh - almost as if it were solid gold. Next to it, a strange pouch. One might call it a quiver, except for a selection of identical, finely-crafted instrument bows that rested within. Of course like the violin, these bows were much sturdier than their normal musical counterparts. Still they didn't stand up to much abuse, and she constantly found herself rewinding the microscopic, almost angelic threads any time she used them.
The idea of going underground didn't bother her. In fact, she was more effective underground, as her semblance was much stronger in a small, echoing area. But she knew what sort of grimm often lurked below. The skittering, hairy arachnids that had stolen her eye, and the life of another. She never wanted to see one again as long as she lived.
She fiddled with the strings while Rico seemed to rant about Atlas. "You do know that they'll only close the lines we travel on, right? All traffic isn't going to come screeching to a halt just for this." She said, crossing her legs. "And the dropship's got to be a lot faster than the railway. I doubt they'd have a train prepared just for us right now, but by the time we get there they'll have the returning rail prepped, maybe."
Pausing for a moment, Natalie glanced towards the others in the group. "I can still think of a few other odd things, but with eight hunters and huntresses - this will be the most well-guarded weapon in the history of Remnant." She stood, clipping the long pouch onto the side of her belt, "Now, like Ricochet said - are we ready to go, or does anyone else have any pressing questions for Miss - uh, Schnee?"
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You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.
The Forge
Use your INK to craft new artifacts in RWBY: Bloodmoon Rising. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.
Notable Items
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The Market
Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.
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Jackson "Taint" Slate
Gunman, assassin, Slightly Insane, and a whole lot of piss and vinegar.
Jericho Rifter
"Hey guys, how bout some-WHOOAH!" *falls*
Ricochet Quixo
"Aim for the truth in this world!"
Dyandin Eckhart
"Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both."
Solomon Somber
"By the time they see me it'll be to late."
Terry Sawyer
Got any good books?
Sienna Rosa
Major WIP
Arian Blaidd
The Silver Wolf
Trending
Dyandin Eckhart
"Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both."
Terry Sawyer
Got any good books?
Jericho Rifter
"Hey guys, how bout some-WHOOAH!" *falls*
Ricochet Quixo
"Aim for the truth in this world!"
Solomon Somber
"By the time they see me it'll be to late."
Jackson "Taint" Slate
Gunman, assassin, Slightly Insane, and a whole lot of piss and vinegar.
Sienna Rosa
Major WIP
Arian Blaidd
The Silver Wolf
Most Followed
Jericho Rifter
"Hey guys, how bout some-WHOOAH!" *falls*
Ricochet Quixo
"Aim for the truth in this world!"
Solomon Somber
"By the time they see me it'll be to late."
Dyandin Eckhart
"Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both."
Jackson "Taint" Slate
Gunman, assassin, Slightly Insane, and a whole lot of piss and vinegar.
Terry Sawyer
Got any good books?
Sienna Rosa
Major WIP
Arian Blaidd
The Silver Wolf
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