A Haven in more ways than one (RWBY RP Thread)

Dentelle had landed long ago, now pacing back and forth next to a tall tree. Every once in a while she would pull her watch and look at the time, pace for a few minutes, then look at the Pocket watch again. She went on like this for a while, wondering where Arany had landed in the mix of other people. She was very worried for no reason so to say. The girl had always trained to fight alone, yet she got worried in this Grimm ridden forest when there wasn't anyone to hear her scream. Listening, she could hear the sound of people talking, one a familiar voice. Making her way over towards the origin of the sound Dentelle had been keeping quiet, only her breath making noise. From a bit away she could see the familiar golden-haired boy along with another darker figure and an orange-clad one. For now, she would keep quiet and watch as they talked to a figure she couldn't see.

After the impact of landing Gwyn had only been walking, trying to find other people to compare his map with. Upon his stroll, through the only slightly deadly forest, there approached a girl he did not recognize. Ally was her name apparently and now he had saved the name and face to his memory. "I'm Gwyn Heir, nice to meet you, Ally." While stiff in the way his sentence was phrased the boy had a bright smile on his features. He had fully shifted into his battle AEGIS armor and well that was all completely metal as well. His internal structure was made of titanium alloys commonly used in bone replacements. That type of metal wasn't noticed in airport scans, so the metal Ally must have been smelling was his armor.

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Quiet seemed to glare at Trax,"I do believe we could avoid a fight but that just tells me this generation is less willing to fight than your predecessors, and I know for a fact nobody here wants me to believe that, yes?" Quiet took his blade from the soil, viciously rotating it 360 degrees and setting it upon his shoulder. "You seem worthy, Nameless Trax, why do you believe I'll go without a fair duel to collect information on the new generation? Surely you're itching for a fight with the Avalon swordsman; after all, I only ever come this close to the Haven once every 60 years." Quiet was obviously trying to ease Trax into the idea of dueling him.

Being dragged around Asa kept quite apart from his "Heys!" and groans of a being upset. But once Trax pushed acted as if he couldn't hold his ground and walked off he had enough "... and just who are you?" he said as Trax obviously couldn't hear him, having gone to talk to the new figure "To ignore me at your whim..." he grabbed the handles of his sickles, a spark shining as his eyes began to glow scarlet "And treat me like I'm nothing at all!" he yelled at Trax, his voice now a scream as behind him a large orange translucent tail nearly half as tall as he is sway, flicking as if it was a natural part of him. In a complete dash away from the other boy Asa appeared next to Trax in a instant, doing a front flip over his right shoulder "Back off Traxy."his voice was upset, yet the he still called Trax the nickname, his scarlet eyes glaring down at the grim as his arms swung above him ready for impact "This isn't your fight..." he looked the skull in its dead eye "This is personal." he swung down the sickles at the beings neck, fury in his empty gaze.

Asher Onyx found himself in a small hotel inside the city, his katana in its sheith by his bedside and a rather dour look on the mans face. The first thing one would notice about Asher is the way he seemed rather unkempt, his brown scruff rather atractively messy, and his hair a perfect definition of a bed head. The bags under his eyes denoted a lack of sleep but there was a certain alertness to them that made them seem rather attentive and keen. Nothing seemed to slip past him, from the birds outside his window, to his Scroll lightly beeping on his bedside table.

His Scroll... Who would even have his number unless... He sighed, his voice deep and slightly the texture of gravel in his throat as he went over to it and picked up the tech and sauntered over to the window, looking out on the city so lively. From the spiel he got his suspicions were confirmed. The man on the other end would have been a client. He grinned as he took a button up shirt from off the floor and put it on as he listened.

"Well It would be a shame to disappoint them..." He looked over to his Katana and picked it up, the sharpest blade the world would know hidden behind a sheath that in his hands was just as deadly. He seemed to inspect the handle for a moment before he would turn his attention back to the voice on the other side of the line. "Let me guess. Someone needs to be taken care of?" He asked as he deftly buttoned up his shirt with one hand.

"Sorry to say, but this three is all we've seen" Clover said, a slightly apologetic tone in her voice as she looked back to Wither and then to Olive and Ragnarok. She internally was pretty upset that she had found her self with Olive once again. The girl seemed so rude and she had no one to be mad about as far as Clover could tell. She was just kind of... Well kind of a mean person as far as she could tell and it was pointless. Such a person shouldn't be able to exist. "Why are you looking for this... person?" She asked.

Quiet parried the attack from Asa rather easily, two vantablack claws appearing from his body to block the attempted strike, passively setting them down next to Trax, "That was rather rude. I'd prefer if you didn't rush recklessly towards me without even properly challenging me." He twisted his arm so that he carried the longsword upon his back, still grasping it just tightly enough to hold it. "Are we to duel or not, Nameless Trax?" He sounded slightly annoyed, yet his posture and overall demeanor remained unchanged.

In an instant, Trax was behind Asa, one hand on the back of the fox's clothing and throwing him back at Arany. "Stay out of this, Little Brother, you'll get your chance." Trax told him gently, he then faced Quiet, having to look up at the taller creature. Trax's dark grey aura appeared around him, "It is true I wish to avoid a fight, but it isn't for my safety, it is for yours. I've heard your legend, but I never thought I'd get the chance, so I will show you what my Generation has to offer you." His voice sounded a little shaky, but not because he was worried or scared, his mouth twitched as he tried to hide his grin of delight.

Ceasar let his shoulders droop, "Yeah, let's go find the little fox, sure is living up to his species."

Ragnorak sighed, this girl was something else, "Maybe we should see if any of our maps match up? I'm sure you'll find your.... Friend, later." He suggested.

Quiet's skull seemed to grin, "Good. Yes yes...let us begin as soon as we may." His jaw opened, black smoke billowing from his maw covering the area like a blinding fog, yet it was not unlike a light mist, not enough to break visibility completely. "This should be no trouble for one as worthy for you, hm?" His body contorted unnaturally, creating a very unpredictable looking stance. "Make your move, Nameless Trax. Don't keep me waiting now."

Trax swished around his katana in a mesmerizing fashion, before switching to shotgun mode and blasting the ground between them. The loaded fire-dust shell created a smoke screen of dirt and flames, Trax maneuvered around and behind Quiet, his weapon already in katana mode and at his waist ready to draw. Trax lunged forward and drawing his sword in a wide diagonal slash, the blade rushing to Quiet with deadly accuracy.

Being countered Asa was quickly thrown into shock as he landed, next being literally thrown back by Trax "little... brother?" the words lingered as he landed back near Arnay. Asa stood up and continued to listen in to what Trax said to the Grim's figure, his emotions shifting even further. He gripped his hand around his Sickles handle as it came to a close, slicing the air in front of him in anger "Don't just throw me aside!" he yelled back to Trax "Your reason is just to show your skills?! Who said your better you selfish simpleton!" Asa's tail disappeared as he bent his knees "This isn't your fight!" Asa put his sickles behind him, ready to shoot off of the ground and jump back at the two, eyes fading from scarlet with a slight dampness boiling in them.

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Hearing her introduction Wither looked at the girl wearily, continuing to back beside Clover in the hopes she wouldn't force her to meet with this girl as she did with the newly met male. Ragnarok caught her ear in mention that they should see if their maps are comparable, Wither slowly turning to Clover and meeting her outgoing gaze. She reached into her pocket, taking out her given piece of map and eagerly waiting for Clover to reveal hers, so much that the other girl was completely out of her mind. Wither had completely forgot about teams, meeting clover, the cannon, the Beowulf scuffle and now this new girl being her excuse why.

The thought of Clover and herself not being on the same team hadn't passed her mind, but she also didn't think of the two of them being apart, possibly given that she had attached herself to Clover in a instant due to their similarities and even great differences. Now the only thing that remained was the wonder in her eyes, if in fact they had been put together, nothing short of a childish wish behind a quiet mask.

Quiet's 'experssion' seemed bored as he easily blocked the attack, countering it with a swift kick to Trax's side, sending him straight to the ground, Quiet pinning him down at the neck with the tip of the blade. "Obviously you learned nothing from when your friend tried to attack me from the back, so I'll teach you something; I'm not stupid like the Grimm you're likely used to, and unlike any other Grimm, I've seen that trick hundreds of times and I've adapted to it. Attack me from the front or the sides and don't be so bloody predictable. Get back over there and try again, I won't just pin you next time." He pulled the blade away from Trax's neck, helping him up with a shadow tendril, giving him a light nudge to move quicker to his original location at the start of the duel.

Asa turned back to the boy, a furiously curios expression on his face "Oh yeah? Then what's my Semblance?" fully turning towards the boy he put his sickles down to his side, pulling his hand of his shoulder. His eyes sparkles little breaks of scarlet "If it takes calling Grim just so that I'm actually accounted for then who's fault is that really? Letting him go and jump in before you even hear about a single thing I can do?" Asa shook his head and smiled "Your just as forward as Traxy, aren't you?" he pointed one of Sickles at Arnay "..." he looked away, lowering the Sickle "Nothing ever changes. And as always..." he turned back around slowly, the sparks fading from his eye as he watch Trax get reprimanded "What was I gonna even be able to do, right?" he shrugged back at Arnay, smiling and speaking in hi playful and kiddish voice as if he hadn't just acted like a completely different person.

There was no harm in showing off her map she supposed. So long as she didn't match with the Olive girl, still not really liking the tone of her or anything else about her too terribly much. With her scroll out she held it out to everyone else to see clearly. Like Wither she was just hoping she was with the other faunus, her heart beating in her chest rather rapidly, just hoping for the love of all that was good that she wasn't with Olive.

(I really wish her and Wither were together forever buddies xD I ship them)

"Well then, I'll be on my way, as you request." Asher said as he threw on his coat and hung up the call on his scroll, grabbing his katana and walking out of the hotel room. Following the instructions would be easy enough to say the least, empire street wasn't too far from the man's current position and such he found it easily, just hoping this whole thing wasn't a trap of some kind. That being said he wasn't too worried, not as worried as some might be in this predicament, with the idea that you might be running into something akin to your funeral. But Asher wasn't afraid, he could handle himself better than anyone else he knew, and so with one hand holding the blade, and the other at its handle should he have to draw it he approached the check post and nodded to those stationed there. "I believe we have a mutual friend." Asher said rather coldly, waiting for more instruction.

After the impact of landing Gwyn had only been walking, trying to find other people to compare his map with. Upon his stroll, through the only slightly deadly forest, there approached a girl he did not recognize. Ally was her name apparently, and now he had saved the name and face to his memory. "I'm Gwyn Heir, nice to meet you, Ally." While stiff in the way his sentence was phrased the boy had a bright smile on his features. He had fully shifted into his battle AEGIS armor and well that was all completely metal as well. His internal structure was made of titanium alloys commonly used in bone replacements. That type of metal wasn't noticed in airport scans, so the metal Ally must have been smelling was his armor.

Yuuta was getting tired of fighting Grimm, it seemed that he picked a path that was full of the creatures. He stabbed Curse into the last Beowulf's eye causing it to disappear. He groaned out of frustration of not finding anyone, he wasn't a very patient person when it came to looking for things, or people. He deftly put Curse back into its sheathe, hoping to not have to take it out again. "Crazy Fanus man." Grumpling, he continued on softly whistling a cheerful tone.

Twilight's path was easier and, in all honesty, smarter. Most Grimm could smell him but rarely would one try to climb up the trees to get to him. The only thing that he had ended up fighting was a King Taijitu, which he mostly shot with dust arrows. His bow was always his prefered weapon in combat. The only hard part was staying in the trees and not falling out of them when he jumped from one tree to the next.

Trax felt humiliated, his attempt at keeping his anger in check, let his excitement overrule himself. “Oh I will...” Instantly Trax did the same thing, creating a smoke screen with a shotgun blast, except this time was different. A short katana flew through the smoke, heading straight for Quiets chest. Trax was blown sky, and used a second shot to propel him down fast, switching it to katana mode and streaming down at Quiets right shoulder. Knowing at least one of his blades would hit.

Ragnorak glanced around at their maps, “Looks like the three of us, with exception being this little lass.” He said jerking his thumb at Wither, his own hopes weren’t too high either, being with Olivia.

Ally smiled at Gwyn, she kept some distance as she examined him over, her scent picking up more metal than fle-..... “Wait, are you..... Nevermind, its nice to meet you Gwyn, would you like to see my piece of the map, maybe we’re a match someway?” She asked changing subject quickly.

Ceasar caught Asa’s scent quickly, “He went this way, same as Trax and Arany-“ He paused as he heard gunfire, shotgun by the sound, “Looks like the found trouble too, come on.” He said before taking off towards the sounds of battle.

Quiet was slightly surprised as the blade that flew through the makeshift smokescreen, catching it with just his normal free hand. It occurred to him that this likely wasn't the extent of this attack, putting up a defensive stance at the last second, staggering him slightly as the slash hit his sword. He chuckled to himself as he regained his balance, "An interesting tactic to stay the least, attempting to confuse the opponent with a similar tactic to before yet modified. And aiming for a vital point with a fast-moving projectile while attacking from above is rather clever. Well done." He applauded at a medium-ed speed, not too fast and not too slow. "Get ready, now it's my turn." With a swish from left to right and a sway if the grass he was gone; vanished as if he was never there. There was a very long pause.

Trax retrieved his thrown blade, sheathing it back into a scabbard on his lower back. Letting out a breath, he took a ready stance, sliding his left foot back and bending slightly at the knee. His left hand holding the scabbard of his katana, the sword itself was out barely an inch, his right hand open and barely touching the handle. Three meters, that was his limit, any threat within that would be eliminated. His grey aura fluctuated, his prowess heightened, a grin slid across his face, bearing sharp canines.