Hunter shivered in the Atlas cold and gritted his teeth. His thoughts drifted to the trees and warmth of his home. Anything but the bleary cold. As the group stopped at the security point, Hunter took a moment to look around the odd mismatch of their group, before bringing his eyes to rest on Wither, letting them rest there for a fleeting moment before moving past the guards.
Remnant's Finest (RP Thread)
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Windpath was the city she currently resided in for her work, and among the many people who wandered at night one of them was her. Dentelle steppes carefully and cautiously, watching the streets as she strategically walked around the building with her employer inside. She was exalted for the moment from the halls and rooms, her employer thinking it would be quite awkward to have a freelance bodyguard listen in on their conversation. The quiet night calmed the stern female, letting her relaxe usually, but right now she was on high alert. Sometime during her patrol her warm and dark eyes caught the sight of a group of many faces, some she seemed to recognize. Squinting she wanted to investigate further, but her mind wondered if she should.
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At the back of the pack, Fēng stayed behind to speak to one of the guards who happened to stop him, but for a different reason than one might expect.
"So... why are you with these guys again?"
"Volume, Char."
Char was one of the guards: a husky, buff young man who also happened to sport a lupine tail from his behind. Fēng had known the fellow faunus since they worked together as mercenaries not to long ago. But the work wasn't suited for Char, who admired the structure of the Atlas military more than the freelance life of a huntsman.
"Hey, I'm not offending anyone." He put his hands up in defense at Fēng's serpentine stare, the his eyes slowly forming into slits as the serpentine faunus stared at him with an unreadable expression.
"Well you're compromising me." Fēng said without even blinking."You? Or do you mean your 'silent-strong' persona?"
Well, that was enough to break Fēng's concentration. "Just. Shut it." He finally said after his eyes reverted to their normal state. "Anyway, I hear you're going to be stationed here for a while."
"Why not, right? I suppose it's one way to climb up the ranks."
Fēng guessed so. But something still bugged him. "...How's Vermi?"
"Oh, her? Dude, don't worry about her - she's you're sister after all. And, she happens to be one of the head researchers at the Atlas medical institute."
"Really? That's good to hear."
"I think she'll be glad you're coming. I could send her a message if you want."
Fēng paused at the thought.
".......No, I'll keep it a secret."
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Ally giggled playfully as the guards checked her, “Please boys, I really do thank you for your service, your all very brave.” She told them innocently. Walking away from them, she held up a small baggy, “And a little too gullible.” Ceasar played along with guards as they checked, after linking up with Arany, he slid him a pouch, “I thought Security was supposed to be knocked up a notch?” He asked curiously as he counted the money. Suddenly a familiar scent hit him like a wall, his heart skipped a beat, “Hold on to this.” He said dimily as he gave Arany the rest of the money, and started off down the street. As he stepped into the crowd, he seemed to vanish from sight.
Ceasar appeared before Dentelle, facing her as people moved on around them, “Its been awhile, Dentelle.” He spoke unusually soft, his amber red eyes glimmered happily. Dentelle was on his team back at Haven, she was the one he looked to when something needed to be done, accurately and efficiently. Saving him multiple times was an understatement.
The cold Atlas breeze was nothing as two dark figures trudged through the snow, heading through a dense forest towards the city of Mantle. The shorter figure, compared to the other one, paused as they were surrounded by a patrol of Atlasian Military Bots. “You are trespassing on Military grounds, surrender yourselves and the punishment will be minor.” The facial recognition software in the bots began to go red, according to records, both of these Men are dead. Alric Jöttun, and Nameless Trax.
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The noise around her had appeared from a dark figure at first, her first instinct being to defend herself and fight. The pocketwatch was released from her skirt, gleaming from the streetlights in her hands as it turned into the dual knives connected by a small chain. She attempted to get an edge on the figure who knew her name, snapping the chain out and trying to take hold of the figure’s arm, voice spewing out the familiar command. “You have trespassed with mysterious intent, I will now kill y-“ Locking eyes with her target the stern exterior of the female drifted away, Dentelle’s eyes now showing the coldness of her resent and such memories flooding through her mind. “C-Ceasar..” Her features softened, the fresh and old brusies along her arms and face visible in the dim streetlight, emotion she she never wanted to be known spilling out from her porcelain body.
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Ceasar didn’t even move to defend himself, and when Dentelle paused, he slowly put his hands on her arms and lowered them. Still keeping his gaze locked with hers. “Still as straight forward as always, good to see some things never change. Its good to see you again.” He told her smoothly. Awkwardly, Ceasar withdrew his hands from Dentelle, clearing his throat while doing so.
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Arany snorted and accepted the coins, tucking them away in his jacket's right pocket. "It should be.." The male mused as he glanced around, trying to discern why Windpath was so undermanned and most of all why there were Atlas personnel here. Whatever the reason, it can't be good.. He thought before accepting yet another pouch of coinage, watching Caesar disappear into the small crowd. "Where are yo-." Arany sighed and shook his head as he turned to glance at Ally. "What's he up to?" Arany asked with a raised eyebrow as he stopped and glanced around them. "Also, does anyone know what we're looking for?"
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"It's..good to see yo-" A buzzing noise funneled it's way into her ear, the small black device lighting up a little on her ear. No noise would stir the quiet air, only she could hear the command. Lieutenant An, get back to your position, secure the area. She tapped the small communication device on her ear as a signal of understanding, turning her attention back to the Faunus in front of her. The bruises ached across her skin since her last set of "refinements" were only two days ago, the memory of them burned in her head, trying to cover up those she had spent with this good friend of her's. "Ceasar, I know I can't explain everything right now but I have to go. Do. Not. Follow. Me. Don't tell any law enforcement, please." The words tugged at her throat as she wanted to say more. "Please, don't tell anyone you can't trust or just met of me, especially around the law." The buzzing noise started again, prompting her to return to her work as needed. She didn't move, only gazing at her friend as blurry pictures clouded her thoughts.
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Ceasar smiled with a slight nod, “Yeah, will do, just be safe alright.” He leaned in as he placed a hand on her head, lightly kissing her forehead. “Let me know, and I’ll be there.” He told her softly before stepping back and disappearing into the crowd.
Ally sniffed the air a little, catching her brothers scent, and anothers she recognized. She shrugged but had a slight smirk, “Who knows, I’m sure he’ll be back shortly. Also, we’re supposed to find the Dealer for Peppers parts. Did you even pay attention at all?” She asked crossly.
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She knew the small movements and gestures of the male were nothing but friendly and affectionate, but the small kiss on her forehead made her face turn red. Her stern shell, or whatever was left of it, had melted away from that one small movement. His trust in a person that left without a word, and tried to kill him moments ago was just so confusing to Dentelle, she really didn't know what to feel in this situation. The buzzing urged her, and back towards the building she walked.
If you guys want to include the building she's at/the person she's guarding(which doesn't have an identity right now) into the plot feel free! -
Arany merely blinked at Ally before sighing and shaking his head. "The bulldog to Atlas must be around here somewhere then." He said almost to himself as he produced his scroll from his pocket to pull up a map of the city of Windpath. "Says here that it's a five minute walk to the landing bay that may or may not house our ride to Atlas." Arany continued as he made a right turn down an empty street. "If Caesar doesn't get back soon though, I might have to stop at the local pub for a refill."
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“As much as I’d like a drink too, we should probably be going to the landing bay for that ride to Atlas.” Ceasar chimed as he patted Arany on the back, seemingly to have walked up to them without being noticed. Ally gave her brother a narrowed stare, but didn’t say anything about the familiar scent, “Well then once everyone is through Security, we can get a move on.”
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Excalibur flowed straight through the cold, his movements appearing far more graceful than they should be, though in actuality all Holy Weapons radiated a natural heat from their lights. He somehow played a harmonica while he walked, his hands nowhere near the instrument; rather, a sword hovered near it, the butt of the handle rhythmically striking it from side to side, the air generated somewhere around where the humanoid's mouth should be provided the resonation of the music chiming out into the dark. He stopped playing a little after he realised he had arrived, the sword flying to his hand, his fist clasping it about the handle; a whistle and a golden flash of light followed suit; the sword vanishing in the glow and a set of street clothes appearing on the Weapon's body.
"Hail, Hunters! It is I, the Holy Sword; Excalibur!! How goes your evening?!"
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Arany blinked as he watched the Director arrive, sighing and shaking his head as he did so. For better or worse, after five years of this profession, floating swords and magical clothing didn't really faze him anymore. "A little too sober for my taste, but I've been worse." He answered Excalibur before turning to Caesar as the group proceeded towards the city's bullhead hangers. "Where were you anyways?" He asked the Faunus with an intrigued look on his face, his spirits falling ever so slightly at being denied the opportunity to drink away the day.
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Ceasar smiled slightly, “An old Friend is all.” He replied simply. Ally cast a glance at him with narrowed eyes, wondering why he wasn’t telling them everything.
The cold Atlas breeze was nothing as two dark figures trudged through the snow, heading through a dense forest towards the city of Mantle. The shorter figure, compared to the other one, paused as they were surrounded by a patrol of Atlasian Military Bots. “You are trespassing on Military grounds, surrender yourselves and the punishment will be minor.” The facial recognition software in the bots began to go red, according to records, both of these Men are supposed to be dead. Alric Jöttun, and Nameless Trax.
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Arany's eyes narrowed upon hearing Caesar's response, he'd have to keep a tighter lid on this one. It was about then that the group arrived outside of Windpath's 'airport', a rather small and dingy array of hangers filled with various types of flying vessels, from the wood finished Mistralan craft all the way up to the metal bullheads favored by Atlas and Vale. Near the back of the airport, a lone vessel stood utop a landing pad, an emblem of a black sword passing before a green shield proudly glowing against the sleek hull.
"That must be it." Arany said as he watched a figure climb out of the cockpit of the vessel and start towards them. "The names' Periwinkle." A rather deep voice stated as the pilot stopped before the group, crossing his arms as he did so. "I fly for the agency and make sure everyone gets where they need to go, though on this occasion I'm sorry to say that I can't help you."
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You.
To the Grim-embodied husk, there was no you.
Only "we".
The frigid wind did nothing but influence Alrics hand, the power bestowed upon him tempted to make itself be known.
Whilst the the dark lady's inner council began their search for the four maidens, it was the task of Alric and the Nameless, two awakened souls, to rise from the brink of oblivion. Conquest was imminent.
Now, standing in the snow of Atlas, Alric had nothing to say to the empty constructs.
Though, it wasn't to say that the traitorous grim did not have a fascination for such machinations, They were useful, that he indeed had to recognize.
But what good were they against the dark lady in the new world?
Only Alric had the answer, and it began with a single touch.
Alric glanced at the metal shells before him, interested in nothing more than the armor they were created with. Staff in hand, his other pressed its fingers together, blue flames slowly rising from the air between them. As subtle as it had seemed, it only served to showcase the frozen general's power.
Without warning, lances of frozen water lunged from the ground, their jagged bodies ending in deadly points, sprouting about the two dark figures, several robots instantly becoming impaled, their bodies sliding down the long frozen tips.
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Trax ran atop the first icy lance in front of them, leaping at the last bot and drawing his black katana, easily slicing through it like butter. Trax stood up straight, sheathing his katana and glancing at Alric.
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"Periwinkle?" Arany said, rather confused as the rather masculine and buff man before him snorted and made a dismissive gesture. "What you do mean you can't help us?" Arany asked after a few moments of contemplating why the man had such a feminine name. "What I mean is that the city is on lockdown, only those with special codes can leave Windpath by air right now." Periwinkle explained with a shrug as he glanced around the group. "Wouldn't that include the agency?" Arany questioned the pilot with a sigh, already knowing the answer, just not wanting to believe it. "What part of top secret agency do you not understand?" Periwinkle growled, shaking his head. "No, the agency does not have clearance for this part of the country Mistral and Sertonge yes, but northern districts tend to be a bit more Atlas like when it comes to laws and policies."
"But...lucky you, I just might know a way to get some codes." Periwinkle continued before gesturing towards a rather large building near the center of the city. "The owners of that building have quite a bit of sway with the local government and should have the codes you need, the only issue? You're going to have to steal them."
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Wither had held back from the group, still with them but her mind elsewhere as she blinked worry filled eyes. At this point she was surprised yet happy that the group had been moving smoothly without a whiff of one of their members, that being Asa. Far off from the enterance he had dropped off, telling Wither that he had to make a small detour before disappearing from the union, he did however say that he would be only a earshot from everyone which she figured meant he was close? The words he chose were too cryptic! But she knew that if he said it he meant it, one way or another. She had been so zoned in that Hunter's presence had just flown over her, not noticing his glance and for that matter anything, just a mindless girl walking with the people around her. Only the mention of the word 'Steal' snapped her back into motion, however the first thing it sent her into thinking of was Asa "..." looking up Wither stared at the surroundings, slowly looking left and right, she felt tension building.
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"Hm." Asa laid perched carefully in a rooftops shadow, watching as his prior leader and teammate dealt their exchange and split apart, specifically with Dentelle "That is just adorable~" he whispered before watching the building his female Companion approached, then looking back out towards the entrance he held a sturdy face "..." kicking his feet against the ground he sighed "I guess its worth the risk" scouting out the city he smiled once he noticed the rallied group, backing away from sight to prevent any blood suckers from ruining this for him "I'm sure this'll all work out just fine" he giggled before unhooking one of his sickles and fading back into the Shadows.