Remnant's Finest (RP Thread)

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    Ceasar raised an eyebrow, “Steal? Really? Well alrighty then, too easy. Any volunteers?” He asked as he turned to the rest of the group, Ally immediately waving her hand in circles, “Ooh ooh ooh pick me pick me!” She chimed excitedly. Ceasar noticed Asa’s absence, but with a glance at Wither, he decided to let it slide for now. Assuming Asa was close by anyways.

    "Steal? As in take right out from under both an Atlas and a Mistralan military garrison?" Arany said to Periwinkle and watched in dismay as the man nodded grimly. "Yes exactly like that, though there are a few..toys onboard the bullhead to make things a little bit more palpable." Periwinkle said before raising his index finger and turning to stride towards the ship waiting in the background. In this time, Arany cast a glance towards Ceasar and Ally wondering exactly why they were so enthusiastic about this prospect before glancing around the group, noticing for the first time that Asa had slipped off.


    After a few moments, Periwinkle returned to the group, carrying a large metal brief case with him. With a grunt of effort the man set the brief case down and pried it open to reveal a long line of arm bands with screens and a few other strange looking contraptions. "You'll have access to this little cadre of gear that I keep on board in case of emergencies." Periwinkle stated with a grin as has he glanced through the crowd. "Now, who wants to step up first?"


    Arany stared at the brief case with curiosity as he approached it, selecting one of the many screened wrist bands. "What are these?" He asked Periwinkle who grinned in response. "Those my friend are a little something I like to call 'wrist scrolls', they make acessing your scrolls a hell of a lot easier. Plus, they come with a few nasty surprises, one of which should help you get into the database and retrieve the codes." Arany placed the arm and on his left arm and watched the screen come to life a short it paired with his scroll. "Nice." He said with a grin.


    "Right, so everyone take an armband and don't come back until you have those damn codes!" Periwinkle barked before turning and striding back towards his bullhead.


    (Sorry about that, was rushed this morning)

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    Dentelle entered the building of her current workplace as told, making sure to shut the door behind her. The girl had been quite shook by the appearance of a character she had known years ago, but she still didn’t know how to react. A few people she walked passed seemed to stare at her briefly, wondering about her idle behavior but minding their own business as well. The government building was quite large for such a small city, but Dentelle didn’t blame.


    Checking the time on her pocketwatch while steadily moving forward the small girl ran into someone, her current supervisor. Taking a step back she forced her head to look to the ground, not making eye contact with the male in front of her. “Antiek, your service will end tomorrow, please stay diligent, that’s the whole reason you we’re hired.” She nodded her head firmly to giant words, no to daring to look up. “Understood.”

    Ceasar and Ally both took one, slapping them onto their left wrists. Ceasar fiddled around with his, then nodded in satisfaction, “It will make the job easier, however only one of us needs to get the codes, and a large group will attract attention. Two or three should do it.” He explained to them. Ally sat down on the ground, legs crossed, playing with the wrist scroll. “New things are the best, and yeah, whatever He said.” She agreed simply, more interested in the new toy than anything else at the moment.

    "So you're suggesting that we should leave Asa alone and only attended by Wither and our new friends..." Arany had started his sentence with an angry look on his face though by the time he was finished a cheshire grin had grown across his face. "Alright, so I suppose Ally Caesar and I will break into the building and snatch the codes and everyone else will run interference." He said before reaching into his pocket and producing one of the pouches of coins he had been handed earlier. "Hey Asa, you wanna make a few bucks and sow some chaos?" Arany said with a smirk.

    I am, but considering that I joined 2 threads recently If it is continued I may not be able to play Asa and Wither respectively? 1 should be do able with mentions of the others.

    "Damn thing.." Arany growled as he tapped at the watch he had been given, staringwith eyebrows scrunched as the device continued to fail to work. He and a few others of the group had managed to make it to the top of the building and we're now arrayed around the roof. The building was quite a large one with a roof made primarily of glass with support beams arranged between the large sheets of decorated material. "Ideas?" Arany asked no one in particular as he stared down at the device, a tinge of anger evident in his voice as he himself began to think up a plan to get at the codes they needed.

    Wither meekly followed after, tampering with the wrist scroll she had received as well. She was still tying to learn the best way to function it without the difficulties of her Semblance getting in the way as the minor residue failed to allow her hands to be sensed by the screen "U-um..." she rose her hand, knowing that Asa had still broken off from the group so she wouldn't have anyone to rely on when relaying her message "I may be able to hold people still? Maybe..." Wither of course was referring to her semblance though she quickly glossed over a even more key factor of her likely being the shortest of the group and her smallish figure likely making her best suited for stealth, next to Asa of course which seemed to have a knack with the sorts. Though the better question seemed to be if she ignored it on purpose as she was already shaking in her boots mildly enough to creek a loose foundation under her.

    Ally gently put a hand on Wither’s shoulder, “It’s alright deary, I’ve got your back.” She reassured her softly. Ceasar was peaking through one of the skylight windows, “Hey, Goldie Locks(Arany), 10 bucks says that console there has the codes we need.” He whispered as he pointed down at a computer console surrounded by shipping containers, a guard was posted about 15 feet away, but looking away from the console itself. Ceasar did a little math in his head, then looked up at Wither, “Wither, could we use your thread to lower someone down?”

    Feeling someone touch her Wither jumped slightly, instantly replacing the feeling once she realized it was Ally attempting to comfort her. Hearing her name from Ceaser next to his request she looked down at her hands "Um... maybe" Wither flicked her hands downwards as the middle of her palms began to boil in purple along with tips of her finger, then after a few seconds a pastel purple twine began twisting from her hands "I don't have the ability to control the strength of how little it sticks. Once its connected with a surface it'll be impossible to remove" she looked back at her hands "Or, at least not without its Toxin form" she looked up to Ceaser "If you are going to touch it you'll have to put it on something removable, apart from that I should be able to supply you with as much as you need..."

    "Do you take payment in bars or sticks?" Arany asked with a smirk before shutting up and listening carefully to what Wither said. "That could work...but I think the guard would notice if we tried to Mission Impossible that console without a distraction of some kind." He said as he rubbed his chin, glancing over everyone in their group one by one before something caught the corner of his eyes. A grin slowly spread over his face as he turned his attention to one of the bat Faunus. "Hey Caesar, how's your Romanian accent?"

    Ceasar smirked, “Formal or informal?” He asked slyly, switching from a formal to informal romanian. Ally huffed, “Men.” She said frowning as Ceasar and Arany devised their devious plan.

    Arany's grin broadened as he nodded. "Alrighty then, I think I might just have the perfect plan..." He said, lighting his hand to his chin. "Wither will lower Caesar down in his Dracula costume, which has a pretty good chance of at least starting the guard after what happened earlier tonight. While the impaler here is distracting that poor scared little man down there, I'll sneak down, snatch the codes and we'll be halfway to Atlas before they can even reach for their wooden stakes." Arany beamed as he literally patted himself on the back as if the plan was entirely his doing. "So, unless anyone has anyting else to say, let's get this party started."

    Wither cautiously looked over to Caesar, judging his body size before staring back at her web drawn hands "Um... not to sound rude, but... um..." hesitantly her head ever so slightly quirked towards the right as her eyes squinted "How heavy are you Caesar?" she rushed the words out in a flurry, a violet flush of embarrassment overcoming her. Wither had only supported her own weight and in addition sometimes those about equal to her own at max, however when holding things on their own her webs were built strong without a doubt to break easily. The worries Wither has were if she would be the ones holding them instead the possible surroundings as she wasn't the strongest and things could quickly spiral downwards, both literally and figuratively.

    Ceasar thought for moment, “I’d say about 180 Ibs, will that be a problem?” He asked with mild concern, if Wither’s thread couldn’t support him, they’ll need to revise the plan. Ally perked up a little, as if expecting to be asked a question in a few seconds, hiding her devious grin as she faced away from the group.

    Wither's stomach sunk at the news, who was she kidding? Of course he was going to be heavier than her, though not in a mean way or anything... "Well, kinda... the web will be able to support you fine, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to hold onto it..." she balled her hands as the webbing began to flow out from the sides, softly flowing in the wind "I don't think I'm strong enough to hold that much weight... sorry..." she looked down towards the ground.