Remnant's Finest (RP Thread)

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    "In the lastest update from the situation unfolding in Beacon today it has been reported that Headmaster Ozpin has been declared deceased by Vale law enforcement officers today after scouring the shell of the building that was once Beacon Acedemy...." Two blue orbs gazed at the television with a blank stare as whispers and murmurs surrounded their owner. Arany Vasilias lifted his draft and took a long swig as news of the tragedy that had recently occurred in Vale continued to unfold before him on one of the many televisions in the pub that he was staying in. The male shifted, feeling uneasy as the atmosphere of the bar changed from that of a joy filled happy hour to that of a feverish dread as the many party goers awoke from their drunken frenzy to discover the disaster at the most democratic of the four kingdoms. Arany had been on his way south to Mistral to visit the grave of his grandfather and had stopped for the night to enjoy a pint or two of the local brandy, by the sound of what he was now hearing however, he many not even be able to leave the village without perishing at the hands of a horde of Grimm.


    Arany's heart grew heavy as the reporter continued on, this time declaring that Roman Torchwick had perished during the battle. While he himself had never been exceptionally close to the vagabond, he feared the consequences of Torchwick'a demise. Not only because of his death's effect on one of his closest allies, but of the implications it held for Mistral. The city was still in the process of recovering from a failed royal coup roughly five years prior and while the kingdom was making great progress in forming into something more stable, Torchwick's death would send the criminal underground of the capital into a violent frenzy for power. One Arany was worried might reverse the progress that had been achieved.


    "Stay tuned for a statement from Premier Hideo Toto at 11:00pm, until then stay safe and stay inside." Arany pulled himself to his feet and began contemplating his next move. Obviously he'd have to make contact with his ally, if she hadn't perished with Roman, though the more pressing matter of that message he had received would have to take priority. The male sighed as he placed his flat cap back atop his head before turning to leave the bar. It was a short jog to the meeting place and he might as well hear whoever had contacted him out before beginning his search for his friend.

    In the forests surrounding Mistral, Caesar leaned against a large tree, Ally sat on a branch above him, both holding the device as they listened to its message. Towards the end, Caesar noticed an Ursa Grimm charging towards them. As the message finished, the twins simultaneously threw their devices with accurate aim, spinning right into the Ursa’s mouth. The Grimm stopped in confusion, swallowing whatever was thrown into it, after a few heartbearts of nothing it took another step towards the Twins. With a muffled thump, the Ursa burst into black smoke, disappearing after a couple seconds. Caesar stood up straight and cracked his neck from side to side, Ally fell back off the branch and landed gracefully on her feet from a backflip, “Well, since Headmaster Lionheart is being weirder than normal, lets see what this is about.” She said evenly as she stretched out her arms overhead. Caesar smirked, “I have a feeling this will turn out to be fun, afterall, I can already guess who received this same message.”

    Hunter listened to the reporter in disbelief. His hands tightened around his scroll as he heard of the death of Ozpin, and took slight relief in the demise of Torchwick. He relaxed his grip on the device and let his mind process this and all its implications. Hunter sat perched in a tree outside of Mistral, perfectly camoflauged in the leafy shroud.

    Selected for your talents and abilities? Fēng thought to himself, How long have they been watching me?

    It was a shady prospect if he'd ever seen one; it became worse with fall of Beacon, then the foundation of this so called IBPI, the International Bureau of Peace and Intelligence. Though he had a mind to take them up on the offer of anything he desired, Fēng had his pride, and merely getting what he wanted just sounded too good to be true. He would stick to working for free, he guessed. Well... not for free. With the continents of Remnant in shambles, mercenary huntsman began swarming towns and the job market plummeted. Making a living off of a single job a week while competing with others would be a pain for Fēng if he had persisted longer. At least by taking up the call of the IBPI, he would see greater progress in the recovery of Remnant. From where he stood, which was about as far from the meeting place as a few steps, he felt... uncomfortable. I mean, meeting anonymous people in a location he had never been to, especially since his jobs had taken him far and wide across Mistral and even Vacuo and Atlas. Although he knew such a location had to be kept secret, and its members even more so, he still had his suspicions. He would wait for at least one more person to show - anyone who was in the same boat as him would be reassurance that this wasn't just a sham or trick.

    It had been more complicated than he wanted it to be, but Arany had managed to escape the village that had sheltered him only a minutes prior. The entire area was on lockdown, and the male imagined that the situation in the rest of the kingdom would be similar. Mistral, a kingdom renowned for her commerce, would feel the brunt of the pain resulting from the increase of instability in Vale. The fall of Beacon would mean a degradation of communication with both the Kingdoms of Vale and Atlas and a complete and utter black out with the distant kingdom of Vacuo, damaging political ties and commerce alike.


    The meeting place was south of the former fortress and now city of Windpath, the city that never seemed capable of perishing. The city, if it could still be called one, had initially been constructed by the Mistralans to fortify their frontier against both the Grimm and their less than friendly northern mountain inhabiting neighbors. The fortress had been bombed out by Confederate cannon fire during one of the many conflicts Mistral endured with the northern duchies of Tykol and Constanti. Upon the destruction of the fortress, the north built a similar fortress under the exact same name, one that would again be destroyed during the later unification of Mistral with the northern inhabitants of the continent of Anima. The city of Windpath as she was now was established as an olive branch by the Mistralan emperor in an attempt to weld the two groups together into a sole nation.


    It was, contrary to Arany's initial belief, quite the run to the fortress from the village he had been staying in. His first sight of the town came from the city's enormous walls which rose just as high as the surrounding hills that dotted the landscape. The city itself was built atop one of the foothills leading up to the enormous mountains along the north of the continent, providing an effective border for the kingdom until the joint Mantellan-Mistralan expansion efforts into the arctic basins beyond the mountain range. The city, while not as large as even the ever shrinking city of Sertonge to the south, certainly dominated the region from her perch, allowing vision to the surrounding country side and forming an effective countermeasure to both invaders and Grimm alike. The city's continued growth was a flashpoint in the ever continuous bickering between Tykol and Sertonge, in which the southern city feared utter dominance of the north in politics.


    Acutely aware of the danger of bandits, Arany inched along under the shadow of the mighty city, heading into the forest that was to be the meeting place for whatever the IBPI had in mind. Upon arrival at the clearing in which the meeting was to be held however, something felt...off and the male clutched the pummel of his sword which hung at his side tightly, ready for action. "Hello?" He asked the shadows around him, confused as no one else had arrived..at least that he could see.

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    "..." Asa sat in the treetops of the location, it had been a long day. Beside him with a little weeping widow, a girl with black hair that had been crying since... when? When did she start. She had been crying for so long and he eventually told her to shut the noise up somehow and that lead to her covering her mouth with some weird material she crafted. Asa was annoyed, but he felt horrible for her, why of course... not being the pretty of though two. The girls name was Wither... they had been in the same grade and he had met her before plenty of times, sweet girl, but he should have known he recognized her before. Regardless of that, Vale. Vale was the issue. Asa had only read newspapers on it but Wither had been in utter distraught upon the news, no doubt of mind that many of her friends from Vale had gone to Beacon, her family even living near Beacon, those things had kept her endlessly crying. Since the time he took her in to shelter her to the treetops they sat in over this supposed location.


    "Mmmnn-" Asa looked over to Wither and put a hand on her arm "Sh. Someones coming." the girl nodded slowly as they sat on a large sturdy branch, watching from a distance away. Asa glanced an eye back over to Asa, noticing how her tears still ran down her face as she sat in her slightly tattered clothing, ironically enough he couldn't even wipe them away, they burnt him and given long enough they would burn though her parts of her clothing if not treated. Before this... she donned her mask, and didn't say a word... but after rejection of the Vale dispatch...


    Hearing a voice come from the clearing as a boy made his appearance Asa perked up in a instant as his eyes glew, watching him he stood up silently as a tail... well, two of them began to floated behind him, however they didn't shine, instead blending him into his surroundings as his aura began to reflect the colors around him "Widow." the girl looked up before she noticed something through her blurry eyes, whipping away at them she hung upside down from the branch and removed her webbed mask, a hood she ware falling over her head. Her webbing kept her stuck in place and the hood shielded her eyes, the two of them together almost made the tree look like it was out of some movie, but there was no time for such a thought. There were only a few things, this little grouping, Withers endlessly grim attracting... and how this group would take to them, that was it. For a second he looked up into the tree tops, wondering what his team would be doing right now... they probably hated him, didn't they? The fox laughed silently... the Silent Laughing Fox and the Distraught Weeping Widow, what a pitiful pair they had made.

    Arany took a tentative step into the dim light of the moon and glanced around him. The human was at a distinct disadvantage in the dark and failed to detect either of the Faunus above him, and seemed worried by the uncanny silence that suffocated the air around him. Arany felt his grip tighten on Tsekouri's pummel as he scanned the forest. An ambush? He thought to himself as he drew Tsekouri from it's scabbard. The distinct gold hued blade caught caught the light of the moon and seemed to glow in the low light, but providing little to no light.

    Excalibur awoke in his sword form, his blade had been dug into the ground quite deep to the point where it was uncomfortable; how he had fallen asleep this way was beyond him. He subconciously rose from the dirt ridden ground of the underbrush. Now he had remembered, he had wanted to make it to the meeting spot in this very same forest before anyone else did, yet it looks like he had failed this objective and forgotten he took a load off. Transfiguration to his humanoid form, he remembered which way was which and began walking East of his current position; quickly realising simply walking was a bad idea, he channeled momentum through his feet, jetting upwards two clones of his natural form and point in them at the heels of his feet, the force sending him hurtling over and upward, essentially flying through the trees at this point in time, each time he began to lose momentum he generated two sword clones midair to use as leverage to keep him going, eventually making it to the edge of the circle-shaped clearing he had been told to be the meeting spot. The copies left behind quickly rushed to him, being naturally absorbed by his body as he glanced about the seemingly empty space. The slow, sad, yet familiar sound of a ticking grandfather clock sounded three times. (Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.) - The clock always cycled different numbers of times, the Weapon never really knowing why, or where the sound came from. He got it now; the cycles we're directly referencing the number of heartbeats around him. So three had already arrived; yet what he wanted to know is if he was early or late. That was when he noticed the familiar tinted color of Aura channeling through a weapon; yet why was it so? He trotted semi-silently towards the source of the light, wondering silently within what was to come.

    The clock ticks faster.

    Well, there was nothing left for Fēng to do except press onward.. Lifting one foot after the other, he made his way to the clearing and was immediately greeted with the sight of another person, a human. But, before showing himself, Fēng noticed the human's hand reach towards his sword, and the Faunus male stood still immediately. It was possible that this human was friendly, but Fēng's safety came first; if this human really was another volunteer for the IBPI, he would stay his hand.

    And yes, Fēng could feel the presence of two more Faunus above him.

    But why was it so alarming to this human? It might have had something to do with how humans' lacked such special, instinctual abilities as the Faunus were gifted.

    Perhaps that was why they were... jealous?

    In any event, Fēng slowly walked forward to reveal himself into the clearing, though he kept himself at the outermost perimeter of the clearing.

    "Hey, you there!" He called to the human.

    Arany jumped and turned to face he stranger. "My god, you scared the living hell out of me." Arany chuckled and lowered the tip of his sword to the forest floor. From where Arany stood he could not make out an accurate picture of the freshly arrived stranger, though he doubted they wished harm upon him if they would reveal themselves so easily. "Are you here because of that message as well?" He asked the stranger as an uncomfortable stiffness settled over his hand. Arany cursed quietly as he realized that he had once again turned his gloves to gold, making it impossible for him to move his fingers. "Do yo happen to have a water bottle or something on you?" He asked, an exasperated tone present in his voice.

    Four cycles now. (Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock) As he steadily approached the source of the Aura, he realised there was now a second person with the wielder of the channeled weapon. Excalibur found it appropriate to pick up his pace and let his footsteps make a significant amount of noise. "Greetings! Salutations!," He waved his right hand in a rather flamboyant greeting, "I see I did not make it here first as planned, ahaha! I am The Legendary Holy Sword, Excalibur!! And who are you four?". He was essentially right next to the one who was channeling Aura through some kind of sword.

    "Go on, introduce yourselves!"

    “Asa you sly fox, hows it been?!” Caesar cheered as he appeared without warning, wrapping his right arm around Asa and grinning happily. Ally slunk up behind Arany, throwing her arms around him playfully, “Arany, when did you grow up all handsome like?” She chimed flirtatiously.


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    Between the sudden appearance of what appeared to be a man composed entirely of metal and the familiar vampire Faunus that was Ally, Arany felt ready to feint. "My gods, Ally! My heart! Please don't ever do that again!" Arany whined as he resumed his struggle to get free. "It's nice to see you again too, now do you have a water bottle or something, I've managed to turn my gloves to gold...again." He asked Ally before returning his attention to the metal man before him. Arany imagined that he must have looked rather silly, a man in his early twenties in a flat cap and navy jacket seeming to mimick drawing Excalibur from the ground. Speaking of Excalibur...."Arany Vasilias." He responded plainly, not wanting to provide any more information than completely necessary, a hold over from his days as a criminal.