Fandom Ģરίɱɱ ώλરȘ (RWBY AU / ACCEPTING / OPEN)

[Nothingness]

Ģરίɱɱ ώλરȘ

Within the world of Remnant, it has always been known there are things that can be explained, things that can be accepted, things that can't be and others that are debated on. Each kingdom does things differently and this is one of the things that has been accepted amongst the citizens, each kingdom dealing with their own set of problems. This includes the disappearance of Dust from Dust shops all across Remnant. Causing Dust to go through the roof. While it is believed to be known who is causing all of this, no one is able to locate the person. But this isn't the only issue, another issue is the Grimm. Monsters who have been fighting against humans and Faunus for as long as anyone could remember. As far as anyone knows, there are many different types of Grimm, but only a few have names and have been reported for some of the abilities they can do. However, the Grimm are still an enigma and the current kingdoms don't like that. Wanting to solve the Grimm problem as well as the Dust disappearance, a special project which had been resurrected after being abandoned decades before.

A project involving only the highest of military officers as well as Dust manufacturers. The project was given the proper name...Project Grimm. Nothing has really been said about this project, just it has something to do with Grimm, humans, Faunus, and injections. While there have been many failures, there have been a handful of successes, but they have been placed under heavy medicated comas. These beings were named Aura Grimm, mainly because they are considered the first creatures of Grimm to use Aura. Sadly, even with the most sophisticated technology and soldiers watching the patients every move. Some still managed to escape and have been living on the streets or living out with the other creatures of Grimm.

Years after the project was supposedly said to come to a halt because of the escaped patients causing an uproar within the facility where everything was being done. A number of Grimm had started to rise at an uncontrollable manner, creatures of Grimm that have never been seen before started to go on a rampage; the four schools were immediately attacked by waves upon waves of Grimm that even the teachers and headmasters were quickly overwhelmed. Eventually, the schools came crumbling down; some students were unable to escape the fighting but those who were able to escape thanks to the help of the teachers and headmasters now wander the land.

Many students during the attacks had come into witness the sight of how some of their own classmates were actually using powers of Grimm and have either come to hate or accept their classmates to work with them. Others who were able to escape have either given up their lives as Hunters and Huntresses after the death they witnessed while others plan to take back Remnant from the Grimm one creature at a time.

Years passed and present day has now come about the land of Remnant, nowadays the ordinary civilians show both fear and distrust to Hunters and Huntresses; believing it was their fault to this day as to why there are so many Grimm all around and the attacks becoming almost constant on any village or town. The only trust people put in nowadays is the military of Atlas, whenever the sight of a Hunter or Huntress comes about they are normally shunned and at times even run out of towns in riots all because of fear of Grimm possibly being attracted to them. All Hunters can do at this point is just remain in hiding and help from the shadows to protect the world from the Grimm as much as they possibly can all while attempting to find the truth behind who started the project all those years ago that caused so many Grimm to appear.​

 

[Nothingness]

Rules

> No God Modding

> This roleplay will be based off an alternate universe of the RWBY show. So in other words, there will be no canon characters allowed to be played or used as NPCs whatsoever. Everything in this roleplay will be completely all OC based.

> When making your character, try to avoid making your character too similar to that of another character from the show. For example, you're allowed to use a scythe but do not go and use the same exact designs of the sniper/shotgun scythe followed by the semblance of high speed, or using gauntlets and having a semblance of anger empowerment, etc. Try to be original and use any weapon you wish but come up with your own idea for your character to make things diverse and interesting.

> Romance and violence is encouraged but keep it to a minimum to follow the site's ToS.

> If you have any ideas that you'd like to add into the roleplay, feel free to message me or ping me in the OOC and we can talk about whether or not it can be added.

> PM ALL PROFILES TO ME AND TITLE THE PM 'Hotdogs' to let me know you read the rules.

> Try to post more than a single line, if you use mobile or have writer's block it is understandable and I shall not bother you. Though do inform me about the reason. Other than that, if possible try to type at the very least a minimum of 1 paragraph.

> You can have a Grimm inside you and those are known as 'Aura Grimm' though be fair with it and do not go crazy with your alter power. Your character should NOT have any control with the Grimm inside of
you whatsoever.

> Since this is an alternate universe for RWBY, there will be no Maidens whatsoever. No one should be able to control any sort of season's power either.

>Rules will be added and removed as seen fit.

>Have fun!​

 

[Nothingness]

Location: Unnamed Town in Vale - Pub
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Light Snow
Tags: Rcticwolf Cruor Flumine HighSanguinaryPriest Petroshka

With a hard skid to a halt from a pair of tires, soon following the large dust cloud that the vehicle had left behind on it's way to the slightly populated town that the vehicle came to a stop at. The sight of the unknown black motorcycle had only caught the eyes of a few citizens of the town who only ignored it and it's rider after a few moments, believing that it was just some random traveler, they went about their own business.
All the while, the rider of the motorcycle had been a male figure who wore a large brown and ragged cloak that covered him from head to toe; the only other thing the male wore was his helmet that he used for riding his bike here to the town. By the time he had taken off the helmet, the male quickly pulled his own hood over his head to keep the large pointed furry ears above his head hidden from sight.

After concealing himself properly, the male immediately began to push his bike the rest of the way through the town while his own emerald and ruby gaze remained focused on the path in front of him. Throughout the entire walk through the town, he could easily feel the eyes of multiple citizens looking at him while he pushed his bike through the crowded streets of the town. There was no doubt that there were already some suspicions that the male was a Hunter since it was uncommon to see travelers wandering outside of towns alone like how he did, though with his weapon hidden underneath the cloak there was no actual proof that people could believe that he was actually a Hunter. Which in fact, he was. The male's name was Sakamoto Morimoto and he was indeed a Hunter, one of which studied and graduated from the academy in Mistral known as Haven Academy; the second to fall during the attack of the Grimm across Remnant.

After escaping from the attack and taking the quickest boat ride across the sea to reach over towards the main land of Vale, Sakamoto had been traveling across the barren land due to fighting against the Grimm as well as those who fought against one another during the time of what appeared almost like a giant war because of one side blaming the other for so much death. With the fact that Sakamoto knew well enough that Hunters and Huntresses were practically no longer welcomed anywhere and considering since he was a Faunus at that, he knew well enough that there was probably going to be no where the male could actually go that would actually have safety for him; though there was one place he could at least attempt to see if he could survive there during this time of war and hatred. Vacuo. He had heard rumors about how Vacuo had harsh conditions of the desert and the people there were a type to accept others as long as you could survive for yourself.

However, the only problem about getting to Vacuo was the long ride that it was going to take to get there. After-all, he had started from the opposite end of the world practically in Mistral and now he was only nearby Vale in a large unknown town. "This is going to take forever..." With those only words leaving the hooded male's lips, he pulled his motorcycle up towards a large pub just to leave it right by the entrance while he entered the interior of the building. Glancing around the room, there had been plenty of men and women who all appeared to had already been drunk beyond recognition. The smell of booze and heavy liquor filled the air nearly made the male want to vomit but he couldn't blame the citizens, with the season being mid Winter and all the snow being outside followed by how it was already evening and it was cold as ever for another night, the booze and liquor probably was something they could use to get their minds off of the chaos of the world was at the moment.

Approaching one of the empty tables near the back of the pub, it was only a matter of time that a woman approached him with a notepad and pen just to ask the male for his order. "Hot tea please. Also, a few spicy hot meals from the menu and your most chilling drink to go. Thank you." Taking down the order that the male requested, the woman only nodded with her warm smile before informing the hooded male that it would be a few minutes before leaving. Now, it was just time to relax and get his fill a bit before thinking about continuing on his way to Vacuo, he had planned to stay the night but the thought of it might be dangerous if someone found out about him either being a Faunus or that he was a Hunter.

 

[Rcticwolf]

Location: Unnamed Town in Vale - Pub
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Light Snow
Tags: Rcticwolf Cruor Flumine HighSanguinaryPriest Petroshka

With a hard skid to a halt from a pair of tires, soon following the large dust cloud that the vehicle had left behind on it's way to the slightly populated town that the vehicle came to a stop at. The sight of the unknown black motorcycle had only caught the eyes of a few citizens of the town who only ignored it and it's rider after a few moments, believing that it was just some random traveler, they went about their own business.
All the while, the rider of the motorcycle had been a male figure who wore a large brown and ragged cloak that covered him from head to toe; the only other thing the male wore was his helmet that he used for riding his bike here to the town. By the time he had taken off the helmet, the male quickly pulled his own hood over his head to keep the large pointed furry ears above his head hidden from sight.

After concealing himself properly, the male immediately began to push his bike the rest of the way through the town while his own emerald and ruby gaze remained focused on the path in front of him. Throughout the entire walk through the town, he could easily feel the eyes of multiple citizens looking at him while he pushed his bike through the crowded streets of the town. There was no doubt that there were already some suspicions that the male was a Hunter since it was uncommon to see travelers wandering outside of towns alone like how he did, though with his weapon hidden underneath the cloak there was no actual proof that people could believe that he was actually a Hunter. Which in fact, he was. The male's name was Sakamoto Morimoto and he was indeed a Hunter, one of which studied and graduated from the academy in Mistral known as Haven Academy; the second to fall during the attack of the Grimm across Remnant.

After escaping from the attack and taking the quickest boat ride across the sea to reach over towards the main land of Vale, Sakamoto had been traveling across the barren land due to fighting against the Grimm as well as those who fought against one another during the time of what appeared almost like a giant war because of one side blaming the other for so much death. With the fact that Sakamoto knew well enough that Hunters and Huntresses were practically no longer welcomed anywhere and considering since he was a Faunus at that, he knew well enough that there was probably going to be no where the male could actually go that would actually have safety for him; though there was one place he could at least attempt to see if he could survive there during this time of war and hatred. Vacuo. He had heard rumors about how Vacuo had harsh conditions of the desert and the people there were a type to accept others as long as you could survive for yourself.

However, the only problem about getting to Vacuo was the long ride that it was going to take to get there. After-all, he had started from the opposite end of the world practically in Mistral and now he was only nearby Vale in a large unknown town. "This is going to take forever..." With those only words leaving the hooded male's lips, he pulled his motorcycle up towards a large pub just to leave it right by the entrance while he entered the interior of the building. Glancing around the room, there had been plenty of men and women who all appeared to had already been drunk beyond recognition. The smell of booze and heavy liquor filled the air nearly made the male want to vomit but he couldn't blame the citizens, with the season being mid Winter and all the snow being outside followed by how it was already evening and it was cold as ever for another night, the booze and liquor probably was something they could use to get their minds off of the chaos of the world was at the moment.

Approaching one of the empty tables near the back of the pub, it was only a matter of time that a woman approached him with a notepad and pen just to ask the male for his order. "Hot tea please. Also, a few spicy hot meals from the menu and your most chilling drink to go. Thank you." Taking down the order that the male requested, the woman only nodded with her warm smile before informing the hooded male that it would be a few minutes before leaving. Now, it was just time to relax and get his fill a bit before thinking about continuing on his way to Vacuo, he had planned to stay the night but the thought of it might be dangerous if someone found out about him either being a Faunus or that he was a Hunter.

He could see that there was a darkened corner of the pub where a woman sat, but all he could see were her Aquamarine eyes that seemed like they could pierce his soul, she sat there I'm moving, but kept her gaze on him

 

[Petroshka]

Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - research building > apartment
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Heavy Snow
​

two pairs of footsteps walking seemingly in perfect sync of each other could be heard walking down the hallway of the main floor of the Atlas building. It was a large lobby but it was empty, espically in this time of day where everyone had went home aside from a few overnight workers already coming in to fill their quotas. One of these steps was obviously heavier than the other, if this wasnt a common occurrence during this time of day the people might've looked up to see who it was and find a almost pale looking woman with unnaturally silver hair that seemed to gleam light from the ceiling lights followed by a strange looking Atlesian Knight. They walked towards the entrance of the building, neither of them really focused on anything other than wanting to get out of the building.

"Have a good night miss Eburnea!" A receptionist waved at the pair and the pale woman turned around to give a wave of her own.
"You too jeane." Giving a courteous smile she opened the door.

The first thing the outside world gave her was a blast of cold air followed by snow, covering her face she walked into the dark blanketed with snow. She was used to this, anyone born in Atlas was, the freezing cold was more home to her than anywhere else in the world. Her companion however was completely unaffected by all of this, it was only natural for an android not to feel the frigidness the walk through the caked sidewalk was short however and they walked into another building this one more, homey. It was a small lobby, well smaller than the one before, where there was once marble floors that applified the sounds of footsteps were now a red carpet that masked them. The walls were white as per usual, with large windows peering into the outside and a large receptionist desk with two people enjoying their time.

They both looked up and smiled "Welcome home Sarcoline." one of them said
"how was work?" the other asked
"the usual." She sighed and started to walk pass them.
Unusually the strange Atlesian knight waved to them and they responded in kind then looking at each other with a confused expression.

Using the elevator to get up to her part of the building Sarcoline looked over to Lorica with a smile "that was unusual of you, warming up to them?"
The Knight looked over to her creator and then looked down as if being scolded. "y-yes.. i acted on impulse i'm sor-"
She was interrupted by Sarcoline's pale fingers on her chin making her look up into her crimson eyes, even Lorica with all her data couldn't read her creators feelings or predict what she was thinking.
"Its okay Lorica, i wasnt scolding you." Lorica stared at her creator for a second and looked forward toward the door of the elevator right as it opened.
"But you have to becareful, we cant have others think you're sentient, yet at least." They walked down the ready and white hallway to their room taking lefts and rights.
"Only a few know you are, and thats already too much" Sarcoline opened the door for Lorica and both walked inside.

Taking off her coat she threw it on the couch and preceded to undress into her underwear while walking to her room, it had been so long since she had gotten a break from work she was tired and sore and ready for some good R&R, not that she didnt regret it. She loved work after all. Turning on the bath she walked back outside to her living room and looked outside from the window that overlooked the coast. There were tiny dots of light all along the coastline, a mix of both workers bringing in fish and goods and just a lot of refugees trying to make by and get into the city after being processed. Eyes narrowed at the sight, it had been like this almost constantly for about five years after the collapse the ugly sight of a desperate people trying to call somewhere else their home.

"Its not getting better" Sarcoline turned to Lorica both in surprise and melancholy
"i dont think it will, not for a long time that is" Sighing she walked back to her room ready to take a bath
But she froze
Her eyes fixed at one object on the nightstand, in front of the lamp. It was a picture frame with her and a woman, a woman she had thought long forgotten.

 

[Cruor Flumine]

Rodrick shivered as he pushed open the door to a small bar, dusting the white snow of his leather shoulders. Looking around the bar, it wasnt a strange sight he saw. Cloaked figures and antisocial ones too sitting alone at their tables, waiting patiently for their orders. Searching around, Rodrick settled on an open booth for him to take a rest. With a sigh, the rather large man sat his large axe, Favorable Downfall, on the floor, leaning the handle against the booth itself. As soon as he had plopped down in the booth, the menu was in his hands. Soon enough, a young woman came to his table and gave the man a small smile.

"Good evening sir, what can I get for you today?" She asked politely. Rodrick could see the strain on her face, she must have been pulling a late shift today.

"Ahh, I'll take a bowl of your Spicy beef Udon Soup please! And a water to drink, not a huge fan of booze." She nodded politely as she scribbled the order down before dissapearing into the back of the bar.
Nothingness Rcticwolf

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - Sarcoline's apartment
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Heavy Snow
​

The sound of footsteps filled the apartment as heavy snow drifted through the air, it's large crystalline flakes creating a curtain of glowing white in the dark night thanks to the light of homes and streetlamps. All and all, it was a perfect night in Albion's opinion. Blood caked footprints were the only evidence that the faunus there, but that too was being covered by the heavy snowfall. The apartment was dark, but he knew his contact was there, if the scattered articles of clothing and the Custom built Atleasian knight were to go by. The night had proven quite eventful for the hunter, as he felt 12 sets of fresh canine teeth in his pocket.

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Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - Warehouse district
Time: late Evening - 2 hours ago
Weather: Whiteout conditions​

Albion had received word from his contacts with the Atleasian military, many old friends from his time at the academy, of White Fang Activity in the area. After hours of tracking, he found himself in the warehouse district. Snow fell in great heavy sheets of white obscuring everything after five feet from his face. This of course didn't bother him. What blinded his foe, only gave the burnt faunus a distinct advantage. Tapping a switch on his uplink eyepiece, Albion could see everything, thanks to the sound of high winds and heavy snowfall from the blizzard. Each pitch, adding more and more to his vision.

For several minutes the burned fox hunted his prey, tracking them to an abandoned section of the district. I wonder what would they could be hiding.... He thought as he silently crept forward, the howling wind covering his footsteps. Silently and deliberately, Albion stalked the twelve would be corpses, sticking to the shadows. After several minutes, Albion found what they were hiding. A weapons cache.... How quaint...

Raising Thunderous Edge, Albion fired of a volley of shots, each one striking true. The sounds of bodies dropping to the snow covered street, muffled by the storm, following the sounds of the victims chocking on their own blood. A sadistic smile spreading across the vigilante's face, covered by the bandages that were wrapped over 80% of his body. "Don't die yet prey, my fun is only just beginning~" the sociopath rang out, laughing madly as he approached his victims, brandishing his blade menacingly.

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Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - Sarcoline's apartment
Time: Late Evening - Present time
Weather: Heavy Snow
​

Raising a hand, the hunter tapped on the glass door of the balcony, resounding with a hollow thud. Might as well deliver the good news

Petroshka

 

[Petroshka]

Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - apartment
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Heavy Snow
Tags: HighSanguinaryPriest
​

The warm water was all around her draining away all the stresses of work and the events of the world. Pondering about how quickly everything came crashing down she guessed it was only luck that she was born in Atlas and managed to avoid most of the chaos that insued after the attacks of the grimm. Her mind drifted into memory remembering that huntress that came to save her, using the powers of the enemy, it didnt take a genius to realize that was the reason the grimm attacked at such a large scale, and it didnt take a genius to realize why every academy was attacked heavily by grimm. Sarcoline was brought back to reality when her phone turned on and the voice of Larica came through, "um, ma'am? hes here"

With eyes narrowing she knew exactly who Lorica was talking about, personally she didnt like him but he has proved himself useful and somewhat reliable. Although she still didnt like him barging into her place of residence like this. With a sigh she got out of the bathtub drained it and dried herself, all the white a private conversation between her and Lorica was happening talking about the strange Faunus. "i dont like him" "Neither do i but he is necessary" "what if he is secretly part of white fang?" "he is faunus but that is unlikely, if he is or if he does anything suspicious you know what we have to do" of course this conversation was all out of earshot of the faunus, Sarcoline made sure of that. Leaving the bathroom with a robe and an earpiece she approached the bandaged faunus with a frown, a girl just couldnt have a break could she?

"Albion," She greeted him.

 

[Nothingness]

Location: Unnamed Town in Vale - Pub
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Light Snow
Tags: Rcticwolf Cruor Flumine

Sitting there at the empty table by his lonesome, the hooded male kept his emerald and ruby hues of his eyes focused onto the table the entire time while he waited for his order to return to him. Throughout the few minutes Sakamoto had sat there, he could easily overhear there had been whispers around the room about him being a newcomer and looking suspicious as well as about how some even were thinking about leaving the town soon because of the thought that a Grimm attack was sure to happen in a matter of time here, aside from the few wandering warriors that traveled in groups as well as the little bit of security robots that still were around to defend the town, it wasn't going to be much for them to be defeated if a horde of Grimm decided to attack.
Whatever the case might've been, the hooded male kept silent until the same waitress from earlier had returned with a large bag with multiple large boxes inside of it in one hand while the other she had held onto a white kettle and small tea cup on a silver tray. Approaching the male before placing down everything that he had ordered, Sakamoto made sure to pay the woman for everything he had ordered with a small card that was easily able to charge for anything he required. Through his travels and from the fighting of raiders and bandits, it was rather common that Sakamoto came across cards that were full of Lien that the raiders and bandits stole.

Thanking the man for the payment, Sakamoto simply nodded his head while he began to pour one small glass after another and sipping his hot green tea. Unaware that in the same room, a female Faunus had watched him while he sat there. Though the one thing that did catch his attention however was the sight of something rather large was at the corner of the male's eye. Turning his head slightly over towards the direction of where he had seen the large object, it just so happen that it was a weapon that came into view. Noticing as to how a male sat beside the large axe while he ordered something from the menu as well, for the time being he simply ignored the sight of the possible fact that he was another Hunter.

Minutes passed, by the time Sakamoto had finished the kettle of tea the sound of revving of multiple other vehicles could be easily heard right outside of the pub. Shifting his eyes towards the entrance to the pub, a group of three overly muscular men stepped into the room as they held each different weapons while they scanned the room as though they were in search of someone. Clearly, by the sight of their weapons and how they were obviously illegally modded, it was no doubt that they were out in search to most likely kill someone. "Hey! Whose motorcycle is parked right outside this place?! It has our insignia, that means...whoever is riding that motorcycle, stole it from our gang! So who rode it?!" The large pale skinned male who stood in the middle of the two others spoke out while he approached a single table just to stare directly into the eyes of another more younger male who was slightly drunk by this point from the booze. Questioning him the same question he shouted out, the drunk young male could only point over towards the hooded male who sat at the empty table. Even with his cover obviously blown and no doubt meaning that the trio would approach his table, Sakamoto kept silent while he sat there to enjoy the rest of his time still in the pub before even deciding to actually leave to continue forward even moreso.

 

[Cruor Flumine]

Rodrick, whose meal had just gotten out to him nice and hot, found his peaceful dinner disturbed rather quickly by a group of thug-looking people coming inside. He had remembered seeing a motorcycle outside, but he paid no mind to it originally. From what the gladiator understood was that the bike had been stolen from the...gentlemen with the weapons out. The point where it really started to annoy him was when they began harassing other customers. Bar fights were regular, but when a gang problem arose inside? That's when it becomes an issue to be solved.

Rising from his table, he quickly made his way between the thugs and the hooded man they were heading towards, Favorable Downfall in hand.

"Alright, listen, I understand how frustrating it may be when someone jacks your ride, but leave. I'm tryin' to enjoy a nice hot meal before I head off to Vacuo, and I would rather appriciate it if you...gentlemen would kindly go away. Bars are for drinking and eating, not fighting." He said, standing over the thug. The fire dust engraved into Favorable Downfall was beginning to glow dimly in the darkened light of the bar. "Take it outside, before someone really gets hurt."
Nothingness Rcticwolf

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - apartment
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Heavy Snow
Tags: Petroshka
​

Standing by the door, Albion simply nodded in greeting. "Found a weapons cache in the abandoned section of the warehouse district. Only twelve bodies this time." He said sounding almost disappointed. Almost. Being a courteous guest, he removed his boots, as to not get any blood on Sarcoline's carpet. Even he knew it was a bitch to get out. Hell, he would have to change his wrappings later, due to the splatters. With a look of disinterest, he quickly flicked his eyes over his "Handler's" robed form, finding her lack of modesty rather refreshing, despite the hostility radiating off of her.

"Got one of them to spill his guts before unliving him as well. Apparently, they were a Expeditionary force, tasked with setting up for the rest of the White fang, while indoctrinating any others into joining their cause. Wish I had waited another week or so. But such is life..." He explained sounding wistful. "I recommend getting a task force over there to secure the arms and Dust. And maybe clean up after me..." He added with a laugh. If one thing was apparent about Albion, He absolutely hated the White Fang, despite him being a Faunus.

 

[Petroshka]

Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - apartment
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Heavy Snow
Tags: HighSanguinaryPriest
​

Sarcoline crossed her arms listening to the man, it would be nice if he left people alive to be interrogated for once. "i'll send someone over," She turned around and started to walk back to her bed room but stopped and looked back at the Faunus. "good job" Closing the door she left him with Lorica who was eyeing him closely while her creator phoned the Atlesian Police, something about a tip about a gang war between opposing factions within the white fangs. Once that was done she walked back to the living room. "so, how did you know about this warehouse exactly?" With a smile she leaned on a wall near bandage boy and nodded to Lorica who preceded to re-conceal her weapons and took a more relaxed stance.

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - apartment
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Heavy Snow
Tags: Petroshka
​

"You're not the only one with friends in the military" Albion replied crossing his arms with a smirk under his wraps. "Not to mention there a plenty of faunus that hate the White Fang. Check around the slums, and you'll learn a thing or two." He added with a casual tone. "Not all Faunus Support the those bastards, even though it takes a few bad eggs to ruin everything for the rest." It had been a while since the two chatted amicably, not that he really cared so long as there were Fang to kill. Still a lack of hostility would be a nice change. Still, one could hope.

Turning towards the android, Albion gave a look over. "New Chassis Lorica?" he asked the AI genuinely interested.

 

[Rcticwolf]

Rodrick, whose meal had just gotten out to him nice and hot, found his peaceful dinner disturbed rather quickly by a group of thug-looking people coming inside. He had remembered seeing a motorcycle outside, but he paid no mind to it originally. From what the gladiator understood was that the bike had been stolen from the...gentlemen with the weapons out. The point where it really started to annoy him was when they began harassing other customers. Bar fights were regular, but when a gang problem arose inside? That's when it becomes an issue to be solved.

Rising from his table, he quickly made his way between the thugs and the hooded man they were heading towards, Favorable Downfall in hand.

"Alright, listen, I understand how frustrating it may be when someone jacks your ride, but leave. I'm tryin' to enjoy a nice hot meal before I head off to Vacuo, and I would rather appriciate it if you...gentlemen would kindly go away. Bars are for drinking and eating, not fighting." He said, standing over the thug. The fire dust engraved into Favorable Downfall was beginning to glow dimly in the darkened light of the bar. "Take it outside, before someone really gets hurt."
Nothingness Rcticwolf

Aleena grabbed her weapon just in case things were to get worse

 

[Petroshka]

Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - apartment
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Average Snowfall
Tags: HighSanguinaryPriest
​

Lorica shot a glance at the faunus and seemed like she was about to say something before looking over to Sarcoline as if asking for permission and was greeted with a nod signaling 'its okay.' "y-yes.." Sarcoline gave Lorica a tender look, 'shes so shy' before looking at the faunus again. "so what did you want as payment" Giving the man another once over it seemed like he already got what he wanted but it was rude not to give some kind of reward. Raising an eyebrow at him she started. "-or do you have more information? I've been getting... Whispers, about hunters, particularly the ones with grimm powers joining the white fangs. Nothing conclusive of course." Trying to peak his interest and possibly drive to get answers, for himself more so than hers.

Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - Warehouse district
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Average Snowfall
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When police arrived at the location all they found were mutilated bodies strewn throughout the warehouse and weapons in hidden areas. "my god. were they preparing for a armed uprising? did they actually have this many hands willing to fight for them?" These were questions that rang throughout the night and the following day. But what was more of a anomaly were how the bodies were mutilated, it was obvious that whoever attacked this site was sending a message to the white fangs and the authorities.

 

[LoneSniper87]

Unnamed coastal city in Atlas- Apartment Complex/Sacroline's apartment
Late Evening
Heavy Snow
(@ doesn't work so...)

Aryl made sure he was presentable as he stood outside the elevator to Sacroline's apartment. He stood in a grey coat, black cargo pants, matching boots, and a black scarf. He had his spear, currently holstered at his side in it's handgun form, and his shield on his back. He smoothed some of his blonde hair and sighed, entering the elevator. He silently rode up, waiting for the doors to open. When it did he took a step into her apartment, just so he wasn't shut out by the elevator. "Miss Sarcroline? Mind if I step in?" He asked, glancing around for her. "You asked me to come in today, where are you?"​

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - apartment
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Heavy Snow
Tags: Petroshka LoneSniper87
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"Just the same shit as usual. 50lbs of crystalline dust, and raw materials. Money isn't an issue for me." He replied somewhat annoyed. She knew what he wanted, yet she still asked just to annoy him. Perhaps she was trying to pry out of him what he did with the stuff? If so, she knew where he lived. All she had to do was follow the sounds of metal ringing by the waterfront. She never does visit... Kinda rude really... He thought slipping his boots back on, only to pause when she mentioned the Anomalies. "Only Rumors ma'am. Same as the ones you've heard probably." Albion said retying his boots. "Like I said, try the slums, you may learn a few things. If i do hear anything, I'll alert you." Pausing when he heard someone enter. "Till then, you know where to find me" the faunus finished before taking off the way he came

 

[Nothingness]

Location: Unnamed Town in Vale - Outside Pub / Market District
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Average Snowfall
Tags: Cruor Flumine

Sitting at the table even as the trio of men approached him where he sat to no doubt begin threatening and questioning Sakamoto about where he had gotten the motorcycle and what he thought about the fact that it belonged to a gang. Right as the main muscular male in the middle placed his overly large cannon onto the table, the hooded male had already begun to slip his fingers through the rings of the knuckle dagger that was sheathed underneath his cloak along with his other blade. Though, right as he had prepared himself for the worse to come the sudden voice of another male came to interrupt the start of the threats from the thug before him. Bringing up his gaze from underneath his hood only slightly to come and notice as to how it was the same man that Sakamoto had noticed sitting a ways from where he sat with his axe in hand. Although the man wasn't exactly defending him at the moment and moreover seemed like he was just trying to enjoy his meal without the commotion of arguments and eventually turning into a fight. The one thing that did catch the hooded male's attention however was the fact that this same man was also on his way to Vacuo. What were the chances of that.

Either way, the three men only ended up looking at one another when they listened to the man who appeared to hold a rather dangerous weapon to threaten the trio. No doubt, with the fact that his weapon practically radiated fire dust, fighting in such a small closed in area was probably not the best of ideas. "Hmph! Fine. You! Unless you want your little stolen precious ride destroyed. You better come outside with us too!" The center male spoke as he swiped his overly large cannon off from the table, purposely knocking over the kettle of tea along with the small white cup to the ground to cause it to shatter.

Exhaling a deep sigh at the sight of the destroyed pottery, Sakamoto simply helped himself up from his seat before following the trio of men. As he passed by the male who assisted him slightly by being able to negotiate the men to leave the room, he made sure to whisper just enough to him before continuing forward. "If you want to get to Vacuo. Meet me outside in a few minutes..." After that simple comment, once he passed by the bar counter; he placed down a couple of other Lien cards to pay for the pottery and rudeness of the trio of men before finally exiting the pub only to find how the three men had been standing in front of each of their own motorcycles and their weapons ready to fire towards the hooded stranger.

Sakamoto all the while simply stood there with his bag of togo food in one hand while his other remained hidden underneath the cloak. "C'mon guys...do we really have to do this? I was planning on leaving right about now.." Just as Sakamoto had spoken, the two men in the back had shifted their weapons in one using a pair of heavy gauntlets with spikes on the knuckles while the other had a massive club. The center male on the other hand shifted his cannon into what appeared to had been a massive broadsword, they knew well enough that they could've just blown him away by shooting him but knowing if they did that, they were going to probably gather too much attention from any surrounding security robots and end up being killed in the end. So, with using melee weapons, they could avoid the sound of explosions and screaming as they simply rushed the hooded stranger all at once. Sakamoto on the other hand only shook his head as he released his to-go bag just to let it fall onto the slightly snow covered ground before immediately reaching out with both palms to grip a hold of the large broadsword which came down first in an attempt of the strike.
With the fact that Sakamoto's limbs were all robotic, the thought of actually bleeding once he had gripped onto the sharp edges of the blade were nonexistent. Gripping onto the large weapon, he quickly spun the much larger male just to force him to knock into the other two before releasing his grip onto the blade and immediately sending the trio flying through the crowded streets. Civilians all over noticed the sight of the battle and screams could immediately be heard all around from those who were fearing for their lives at the thought of a fight breaking out.

Meanwhile, it was to be expected that the single toss like that was clearly not going to take down the three brutes as they only stood back up more enraged than ever.

 

[Cruor Flumine]

Rodrick stood in silence as the three thugs walked out, thankfully heeding his words. Soon following was the hooded man, most likely going to deal with them. With a sigh and a wayward glance at the nice,hot, delicious food waiting for him, he reached into his pocket and tossed a few lien chips onto the table. The amount he had given was enough for the food and over 50% of the price for a tip. "Box that up for me please?" He called as he opened the door to step outside.

By the time Rodrick stepped out onto the snow-covered ground, the fight had begun. His target first was the man with the gauntlets. He knew thesee fighters. Cocky, up close and personal, and rather difficult to take down with just normal punches or strikes. No, this required a little more...finesse. In a shower of sparks, Rodrick's weapon shifted and split into two falchions. The red dust glowed dangerously on the blades, threatening to burn its victim.

He started with a jog, which turned into a full-blown sprint. As soon as he got within range, Rodrick spun around the enemy, the now flaming blades flowing his movements and attempting to cut once across his chest and another down the length of his back.

Nothingness Rcticwolf

 

[Rcticwolf]

Aleena got up and proceeded outside to watch the fighting, her weapon Nightfall in its submachine gun configuration.

She watched the fight ready to step in if needed, she could smell the scent of a Faunus

 

[Petroshka]

Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - apartment
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Heavy Snow
Tags: Petroshka LoneSniper87
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After the Faunus left she sighed and turned her attention to Lorica who was still staring at the balcony walking over to her she pat-ed her on the head, Lorica was about to question why she did this but was quickly interupted by a familar voice outside of the door followed by knocking. "who is it?" She walked over to the door to open it and was satisfied it was something that was on her schedule. "Ah Aryl, come in and take a seat" She smiled at her friend from work and held the door for him before closing the door. "How are you? would you like a drink?" Sarcoline wasnt bothered by the fact that she was still in robes but she found it quite annoying at how many boys were knocking at her door on her day off. Aryl might be an exception being a friend and all, despite being a Faunus he was a trusted soldier and proved to be loyal to Atlas. Almost like Albion now that she thought about it, but he acted more like a rogue vigilante rather than a disciplined upholder of the law still useful she supposed.

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - Old Waterfront Steel Mill
Time: Late Evening
Weather: Light Snow
Tags: Petroshka LoneSniper87
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The trek back to his home had largely been uneventful, as Albion enjoyed the cold night air watching the light snowfall drift listlessly in the air. It had taken a about a half hour on foot, but the looming mill came into view, and with that, the scarred faunus stepped it up, in hopes of getting to his sanctuary sooner, so as to get to work on his next project. Yet still, he couldn't help but enjoy the light swirling snow fall. After another five minutes, Albion arrived at his destination, coming to a heavy steel door. Without so much as a word, the burned fox placed his bare hand on the frozen steel and held it there. There was a sound of whirring and interlocking mechanisms disengaging, before a deep Thud resounded. Soon after the door opened, followed by a synthetic female voice. "Welcome Home Sir. Shall I get the forges running?"

"Thank you Celene. Please do so. I have plenty of metal to hammer tonight." He responded to the AI. Soon after, the facility came to life, as fires roared in the furnaces, and dim lights lit up the place. Drones of all kind scurried about, fulfilling their tasks as he made his way towards his anvil and tools.

 

[LoneSniper87]

Sacroline's Apartment
Late Evening
Light Snowfall

Aryl smiled as Sacroline opened the door for him, taking a step inside. "Thank you, I'm well. I'll pass on the drink, though, I won't be staying long." He told her, making his way to a chair. He rubbed his hands together to warm them and looked at Sacroline. "Miss if you'd like I can step outside while you change, I have no plans for tonight, so I can wait." He told her. It was a bit awkward to him, to have a conversation with her in a state such as she is.​

 

[Petroshka]

Location: Unnamed coastal city in Atlas - apartment
Time: Late Evening
Weather: light Snow
Tags: LoneSniper87
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"My my, so courteous, but arent you in a hurry? You said you wont be staying for long." She smiled as she teased him making her way to her room looking back at the man. "Have Lorica keep you company." Closing the door she proceeded to get dressed, listening in of course. Meanwhile Lorica simply stood by observing the conversation the two had she didnt know how to start a conversation so she simply watched Aryl waiting for him to begin.

 

[LoneSniper87]

Unamed Coastal City in Atlas- Sacroline's Apartment
Late Evening
Heavy Snowfall

"Well there is a difference between not being able to stay long and not needing to take up time." Aryl replied, glancing to her as she left. She looked at Lorica, smiling gently. "How have you been, Lorica? Staying out of trouble?" He asked, shifting to face her better. He had learned of Lorica's secret after a few weeks of being tasked with keeping a close eye on Albion. He wasn't overly shocked by the revelation, but it was still a surprise.​