RWBY Fanon: The Lonely Mountain.

[Ringmaster]

Within the safety of Arachne's abdomen, Lavi watched with a glint of excitement as her Grimm approached with a predatory stalk. She was ready for this, prepared to crush anything that remotely resembled a Grimm, and this Razortooth would be her first victim.

"Here, Kitty, time for your flea medicine..."

One moment, the beast growled and pounced at the spider, provoked by the taunting speaker on the robot. The next, its eyes widened in shock as Levi's wrist twitched the controls to the side and suddenly, the spider was no longer in danger of the beast's claws and jaw. In the final second, a howl of pain echoed from it as the pouncing cat landed on the ground only to be met by gunfire courtesy of the submachine guns built into the spider's arms.

"Awwww, does it hurt, little kitty cat? Awwww, I'm so sorry~"

And that's how their little dual went, the predator turned into prey as its gimmick of pouncing and lashing out with its claws only occasionally scratched Arachne's paint in return for more wounds in its hide. It was honestly rather repetitive and boring once Lavi had gotten into the groove of it all. Slide to the left, aim, fire, fallback and prepare for next move...

After a minute, the beast finally began to sway in place before crumpling into a heap, leaving Arachne and its pilot the victors. However, rather than immediately celebrating, the girl sighed and began to look over the status screens of her pet project. Damage is only superficial, need to order that special shade of red once we're settled in along with some high-rise oil for my baby. Ammunition is still sufficient for the testing period, though I'll need to speak to a teacher once we're up there. All in all, a successful first mission for us, Arachne! Good job!

Giving the interior of her cabin a pat to show her approval and pride, Lavi finally focused on the outside again. She maneuvered over to the others who had finished with their battles, and waved Arachne's arms and caused it to hop from side to side in joy to show her own happiness, "Woohoo, great job, everyone! Let's go find some more of those dastards!"

That took care of that had charged before, out in the open as a distraction.

The one that had leaped out from the rooftop from above on the other hand with the others, would be right in the Huntresses face, paw out to slap downwards in an answering strike.
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"Aww... I could have sworn something was he-yaaww noo!" She looked around where she'd launched the missiles and frowned, but suddenly was diving backwards, but she didn't avoid the attack from above altogether, and was sent tumbling backwards, bruised and off balance.

After a quick scrabble, she managed to retrieve the weapon, but the Razortooth was too close to launch missiles at! Panicked, she swung Lilac Lash at the face of the beast and rolled to one side, hoping her attack struck home. Her intent was to blind it, but it was a wild swing at best.

Maybe she wasn't cut out for this after all.

Banshee had stayed in the in when everyone else had left. She frowned slightly and turned back to the wall for a few moments, but when the sounds of combat finally erupted, she huffed and got up to walk for the door, in no rush before she vanished into the snow.

Minori returned Angus' silent nod before they headed the opposite way. The doors slamming and windows shuttering brought them more comfort than dread. Sure, now they wouldn't have anywhere to run, but hopefully it meant little to no townsfolk in harms way, nor in their way. Minori only hoped that the others were actually experienced at this, or had the werewithal to admit they weren't ready before charging into the snow-

The snarl from a nearby roof had Minori draw their weapon in a flash. Or at least, they went through the motion, yet there was no sheathe or blade to be seen. It was almost silly looking as they stood there and mimed holding a sword. Their eyes swung to the roof the sound had come from, but the beast had moved. They huffed and slowly circled, hands held as if there was a sword defensively pointed downward-

A roar and the sound of whooshing wind caused minori to dive to the side in a graceful roll. Adrenaline spiked, and an almost nervous laugh skipped past their lips as they took a few steps back to regard the beast as it recovered from its pounce. "Well. Aren't you scary! All fur and teeth and hate." They took a few practiced swings with their not there blade and skipped back a few more steps and slightly to the side with a mocking, amused sigh.

"Too bad you're just a simple beast beneath that mask, or this might've been fun."

The boastful swordswoman got little more than the slightest of hints, but that was enough. Her stance shifted, giant blade adjusting to catch one of the Grimm's claws right along its edge. Sufficient for a block, though the force still sent her back with her boots grinding against the street. "HA! Is this a joke? I've seen more threatening housecats!" Celadon smirked, falling into combat stance--oh right. The one she had grabbed. "..." Swiftly her gaze shifted left to right, counting. An even number on both sides. "Perfect! Heads up, quiet one!" With no more warning than that, Celadon tossed Aven at the nearest untaken Grimm as hard as she could before charging forward yelling at the top of her lungs in a suitable battle roar.

"Wait hold on--" Too late now. With a blink, Aven's eyes glowed bright purple mixed with black. Almost instantaneously, a weapon began to form in her hand with the same colors, a staff at its mid but blades of sharpened sword on either end. One of which she sought to plunge deep into the beast in an attempt to end this swiftly.

As he thought... Grimm rarely traveled alone, and these Razortooth were no different... He had been carefull, hanging back from the group, and for a good cause... The Razortooth were known for their element of surprise, but this didn't stop a stray razortooth from leaping out at him anyways.

He was ready.

Aiming his Twin Furies towards his oncoming attacker, he backpedalled as he fired a steady stream of dust rounds towards the creature. He saw no need to animate anything yet, as he needed all the concentration that he could get... However, he was fortunate enough to be in a location ripe full of items he could bring to life.

"Well, ain't that a nasty kick in the head?"

The darkness swirled around Cillian's feet but he made no effort to draw closer to the beast. Instead, one of the tendrils within his darkness appeared underneath the fallen hat. Flicking the hat towards the farmboy, he'd hold it in his free hand. He felt bad for whoever this hat may have belonged to. Seemed to be a nice hat in any case. It'd only be respectful if the hat got the dues that the owner could not recieve.

All because of this big beastie here.

Cillian wasn't one to rush in and start kicking ass. Rather, he kept in touch with his rather laid-back demeanor as his claws hung at his side. Instead if the creature were to pounce or make any kind of movement at him, the darkness surged outwards. Seeking to trap the creature's feet and pull it into his depths. What would happen to it then after that? Well, Cillian hadn't had any human victims fall within his darkness so nobody was hundred percent sure, not even Cillian himself.

One thing thaat he knew for sure however? Whatever came in, it didn't come out right.

"Time to go, fella."

While her eyes may have betrayed her when it came to spotting the beast, Midna knew better than to rely on only one of her senses. Dark blue eyes narrowed, scanning all around her with attentive ears and a scent coming to her otherwise reddening nose. She wasn't bothered by the cold, sure, but that didn't mean that it didn't have an effect on her, physically. In any case, her eyes briefly widened before narrowing, and she hurriedly jumped backwards as the Grimm pounced, her feet skidding on the snow-covered ground as she gave the beast a once over. Calmly, she straightened herself, her grip on her weapon briefly loosening as a prayer went through her mind.

I apologize that it must be this way. May the moon guide you to safer lands.

There was naught but the sound of a roar as the beast leapt at her, and at first, it seemed as though she may have been out of luck. Perhaps her journey was merely not to be, if she couldn't even protect herself, here... But then the flames could be seen, roaring and raging at the Grimm in hopes of engulfing it accompanied by the sound of thudding footfalls as Midna dashed and dodged as was appropriate. But there was a clear scratch and bruise on her face, which made the fact she'd been struck obvious.

The rest of the party would be likewise kept busy, though their advantage for now was the lack of more beyond one for each. A Razortooth was a unique sort of Grimm, at home on the snow plains and primarily ambush predators. Two hunting together was strange....More then one? Well, that was a question for another time. Needless to say, like Lavi they all soon managed to bring their respective beasts down.

Jogging out between two houses, the gasmask'd features of Rowena would call out.

"IS EVERYONE ALRI-!!"

The lead-pipe looking weapon would be snatched, pointed in the direction of the Grimm best she could through the snow as it leaped for Lavi....And the end flipped up, revealing a targeting reticle as she fired, the Razortooth down as it crumbled to ashes.

Silence fell, the would-be hunters and huntresses tense before a howl ripped through the air, seemingly coming from every direction. Not man, nor Grimm it seemed to be, yet full of rage and fury before dying down.

It was coming from the airship section of the village.

Upon reaching it if they dared, they'd see the following.

Fire. The supply warehouse doors were broken and battered, gun shells scattered and tracks leading away. The treads of some heavy vehicle, followed by more massive ones akin to a giant.

Heading out into the storm.


@C.T. @The Tactician @york @Michale CS @OrlandoBloomers @Chewy Rabbits @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @york

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[Schnee Corp Lawyer]

"As I said" Minori whispered as the sound of metal sliding into its sheathe filled the air. They walked from the scene of the short encounter, bits of grimm still fading into the air behind them as they finished putting away their weapon. Whatever they'd done, it'd left them without a speck of grimm ash on their uniform but left the snow awash in it

"A simple beast"
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Silence fell, the would-be hunters and huntresses tense before a howl ripped through the air, seemingly coming from every direction. Not man, nor Grimm it seemed to be, yet full of rage and fury before dying down.

"...Unlike that" they muttered to themselves. Their bravado faded to concern, and they took off with a sprint down the icy streets towards the awful noise noise
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Upon reaching it if they dared, they'd see the following.

Fire. The supply warehouse doors were broken and battered, gun shells scattered and tracks leading away. The treads of some heavy vehicle, followed by more massive ones akin to a giant.

Heading out into the storm.​

Minori swore as they skidded to a halt at the edge of the road that led to the warehouse. Hopefully the storm's wind would be enough to contain the fire, but if it wasn't putting it out might be a difficult prospect with the icy conditions screwing with any hoses. Their head swiveled to take in the rest of the scene. A fight had obviously happened here of some sort, but what? They scowled and glanced to the fire, before they turned to anyone else who'd made it there by that time and called over "Look for survivors, something went very wrong here and they might know what! Unless you have something better than what I'm about to try for this fire!"

They turned to the fire and tugged on the gloves on their hands one at a time with a frown and furrowed brow. They had the utmost faith in their swordplay, but... Dust magic was one of the things they'd been hoping to practice at Valhalla, not show off what they already knew. They raised both arms.

"...Well, no teacher like experience." They said with a deep breath

They swung their arms in a graceful but basic motion, before their gloves began to glow. One red, the hand clutched as if to suck and pull the flames towards them and off the building. The other green, oustretched with a forceful motion that had a gust of wind arcing across the other half of the building to try and blow it out like the worlds biggest candle

@Ringmaster @Whoever else heads to warehouse town​

 

[Midnight Maiden]

The rest of the party would be likewise kept busy, though their advantage for now was the lack of more beyond one for each. A Razortooth was a unique sort of Grimm, at home on the snow plains and primarily ambush predators. Two hunting together was strange....More then one? Well, that was a question for another time. Needless to say, like Lavi they all soon managed to bring their respective beasts down.

Jogging out between two houses, the gasmask'd features of Rowena would call out.

"IS EVERYONE ALRI-!!"

The lead-pipe looking weapon would be snatched, pointed in the direction of the Grimm best she could through the snow as it leaped for Lavi....And the end flipped up, revealing a targeting reticle as she fired, the Razortooth down as it crumbled to ashes.

Silence fell, the would-be hunters and huntresses tense before a howl ripped through the air, seemingly coming from every direction. Not man, nor Grimm it seemed to be, yet full of rage and fury before dying down.

It was coming from the airship section of the village.

Upon reaching it if they dared, they'd see the following.

Fire. The supply warehouse doors were broken and battered, gun shells scattered and tracks leading away. The treads of some heavy vehicle, followed by more massive ones akin to a giant.

Heading out into the storm.

@C.T. @The Tactician @york @Michale CS @OrlandoBloomers @Chewy Rabbits @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @york​

"As I said" Minori whispered as the sound of metal sliding into its sheathe filled the air. They walked from the scene of the short encounter, bits of grimm still fading into the air behind them as they finished putting away their weapon. Whatever they'd done, it'd left them without a speck of grimm ash on their uniform but left the snow awash in it

"A simple beast"
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"...Unlike that" they muttered to themselves. Their bravado faded to concern, and they took off with a sprint down the icy streets towards the awful noise noise
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Minori swore as they skidded to a halt at the edge of the road that led to the warehouse. Hopefully the storm's wind would be enough to contain the fire, but if it wasn't putting it might be a difficult prospect with the icy conditions screwing with any hoses. Their head swiveled to take in the rest of the scene. A fight had obviously happened here of some sort, but what? They scowled and glanced to the fire, before they turned to anyone else who'd made it there by that time and called over "Look for survivors, something went very wrong here and they might know what! Unless you have something better than what I'm about to try for this fire!"

They turned to the fire and tugged on the gloves on their hands one at a time with a frown and furrowed brow. They had the utmost faith in their swordplay, but... Dust magic was one of the things they'd been hoping to practice at Valhalla, not show off what they already knew. They raised both arms.

"...Well, no teacher like experience." They said with a deep breath

They swung their arms in a graceful but basic motion, before their gloves began to glow. One red, the hand clutched as if to suck and pull the flames towards them and off the building. The other green, oustretched with a forceful motion that had a gust of wind arcing across the other half of the building to try and blow it out like the worlds biggest candle

@Ringmaster @Whoever else heads to warehouse town​

Midna's beast was felled with relative ease, but not before the noise could be heard coming from deeper into the village. Curses quite nearly were stolen from her lips, but there was only silence as she finished her Grimm off with a barrage of slices with her crescent sickles. At least, until she took off towards the dreadful sound, not aware that these new... peers, of hers, might at all need assistance. But it didn't matter either way. Even with her mad dash to make it, she was obviously much too late. The scattered shells, the broken doors, the tracks...

The horrid smells now overwhelming her.

Her first reaction was to make a quite dangerous assumption- the others could handle the fire. After all, surely they'd be here momentarily. Someone needed to give chase, and with the instinct of the hunt now running on overdrive, she began to take off after the tracks unless nobody stopped her. Whoever this was needed to be stopped, now. They couldn't be allowed to get away and regroup, or to take whatever they may have stolen to wherever the hell they were going. That was just common sense. And, well, you know, action without thinking.

She was definitely going to do fabulously with teamwork. :|

Of course, back by the inn, Midna was having a little less ease with her fight. She was a little less calculated in her attacks, and it seemed like she wasn't exactly getting anywhere. But after a long battle, she finally managed to deliver a final slash, letting out a deep breath before pumping a fist in celebration. "Ya-hoooooo! Way to go, team!" she cheered before blinking owlishly, and hand(and thus, war fan) rising to her mouth. "Oh, but, uh, that sounded not-good. We should probably..." She didn't have to say the word, because she chose to demonstrate, rather. With any who chose to join her, she scrambled after Minori. Her orders were... Fair enough, so the Faunus nodded and saluted. "Ma'am yes ma'am!" ...Poor Minori. Damn gender labels.

Without further ado, Mona frolicked into the center of the havoc, aiming to find any civilians and to get them out of there. Of course, she tried to hold her breath as she went in because the smoke was totally gross and she didn't want to start coughing and dying from it.

@Ringmaster @Schnee Corp Lawyer @SQUADGOINGTODAWAREHOUSE​

 

[OrlandoBloomers]

Out in the storm, a thick blizzard of white rendering visibility from Geat nominal, a lone figure glided casually through the snow. A single suitcase trailing behind them, little more than a coat, scarf and umbrella dissuaded the elements over an all-black clothing ensemble of crop tops, fishnets, stockings and combat boots; topped off by chains and a skull choker worn around the neck that completed a look made even more macabre by the sheathed weapon slung loosely from her back. She was decidedly late stepping onto the road leading into town, but the outgoing wild tracks, ballistic shrapnel and dislodged snow mounds she was gracefully pacing her way through told her it likely didn't matter.

"Snow falls. Ozone burns. The rancorous miasma of death is a blanket here."

Her voice was the kind of gloomy, adenoidal drawl that could only be achieved through practice and deliberateness, the gothic figure coming to a halt at the foot of a sizable crater in the road and peering inside.

"I'm feeling I missed something."

@Ringmaster​

 

[C.T.]

The rest of the party would be likewise kept busy, though their advantage for now was the lack of more beyond one for each. A Razortooth was a unique sort of Grimm, at home on the snow plains and primarily ambush predators. Two hunting together was strange....More then one? Well, that was a question for another time. Needless to say, like Lavi they all soon managed to bring their respective beasts down.
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"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! As I predicted, more of a pushover than the common housecat. Now fellows, what next--"​

Silence fell, the would-be hunters and huntresses tense before a howl ripped through the air, seemingly coming from every direction. Not man, nor Grimm it seemed to be, yet full of rage and fury before dying down.​

"...One challenge after another." She muttered with a smirk. The day continued to get better and better. Celadon followed right after the few that headed down to the burning warehouse. One in particular drew her eye, hands weaving in a clear attempt to deal with the fire. "Clever! I like it. If you don't mind assistance..." Celadon turned regardless, head rearing back before launching forward as she delivered a far greater shout than any she had thus far, adding to the force to blow the fire out ASAP. And hell, one fierce howl should be returned with another! At least as far as she was concerned.

"..." Aven just went back inside for her drink, leaving it to the others.

@Ringmaster @Hospes @Schnee Corp Lawyer​

 

[Ringmaster]

Out in the storm, a thick blizzard of white rendering visibility from Geat nominal, a lone figure glided casually through the snow. A single suitcase trailing behind them, little more than a coat, scarf and umbrella dissuaded the elements over an all-black clothing ensemble of crop tops, fishnets, stockings and combat boots; topped off by chains and a skull choker worn around the neck that completed a look made even more macabre by the sheathed weapon slung loosely from her back. She was decidedly late stepping onto the road leading into town, but the outgoing wild tracks, ballistic shrapnel and dislodged snow mounds she was gracefully pacing her way through told her it likely didn't matter.

"Snow falls. Ozone burns. The rancorous miasma of death is a blanket here."

Her voice was the kind of gloomy, adenoidal drawl that could only be achieved through practice and deliberateness, the gothic figure coming to a halt at the foot of a sizable crater in the road and peering inside.

"I'm feeling I missed something."

@Ringmaster​

While the others attended to helping out with the fire, where was Angus in all this? Quite simple.

About ye deep in the crater, ice forming from the melted snow and him face down it, before groaning and rolling over. He remembered rage...A haze...And then an impact like getting shoryuken'd by an Ursa Major. Which followed to where he was now. Looking upward into the face of an upside down goth out in the middle of nowhere. Silence followed this first meeting and then he grunted out.

"How bad?"

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Of course, back by the inn, Midna was having a little less ease with her fight. She was a little less calculated in her attacks, and it seemed like she wasn't exactly getting anywhere. But after a long battle, she finally managed to deliver a final slash, letting out a deep breath before pumping a fist in celebration. "Ya-hoooooo! Way to go, team!" she cheered before blinking owlishly, and hand(and thus, war fan) rising to her mouth. "Oh, but, uh, that sounded not-good. We should probably..." She didn't have to say the word, because she chose to demonstrate, rather. With any who chose to join her, she scrambled after Minori. Her orders were... Fair enough, so the Faunus nodded and saluted. "Ma'am yes ma'am!" ...Poor Minori. Damn gender labels.

Without further ado, Mona frolicked into the center of the havoc, aiming to find any civilians and to get them out of there. Of course, she tried to hold her breath as she went in because the smoke was totally gross and she didn't want to start coughing and dying from it.

@Ringmaster @Schnee Corp Lawyer @SQUADGOINGTODAWAREHOUSE​

Minori swore as they skidded to a halt at the edge of the road that led to the warehouse. Hopefully the storm's wind would be enough to contain the fire, but if it wasn't putting it out might be a difficult prospect with the icy conditions screwing with any hoses. Their head swiveled to take in the rest of the scene. A fight had obviously happened here of some sort, but what? They scowled and glanced to the fire, before they turned to anyone else who'd made it there by that time and called over "Look for survivors, something went very wrong here and they might know what! Unless you have something better than what I'm about to try for this fire!"

They turned to the fire and tugged on the gloves on their hands one at a time with a frown and furrowed brow. They had the utmost faith in their swordplay, but... Dust magic was one of the things they'd been hoping to practice at Valhalla, not show off what they already knew. They raised both arms.

"...Well, no teacher like experience." They said with a deep breath

They swung their arms in a graceful but basic motion, before their gloves began to glow. One red, the hand clutched as if to suck and pull the flames towards them and off the building. The other green, oustretched with a forceful motion that had a gust of wind arcing across the other half of the building to try and blow it out like the worlds biggest candle

"...One challenge after another." She muttered with a smirk. The day continued to get better and better. Celadon followed right after the few that headed down to the burning warehouse. One in particular drew her eye, hands weaving in a clear attempt to deal with the fire. "Clever! I like it. If you don't mind assistance..." Celadon turned regardless, head rearing back before launching forward as she delivered a far greater shout than any she had thus far, adding to the force to blow the fire out ASAP. And hell, one fierce howl should be returned with another! At least as far as she was concerned.

The warehouse fire would be out, the survivors...Such as they were would be rescued as doors were opened for the party to bring them in. Taken to the Inn common room to be cared for, at least two of them- Both older gentlemen would be shuddering in the cold. One faunus, one human....Both given warm blankets and drinks. As for the rest, choices would be had here.

A.) Investigate the Warehouse Wreckage?

B.) Talk to the victims.(Inn common room)

C.) Investigate the Tracks(Where Goth and Mad Lake be atm)


@C.T. @The Tactician @york @Michale CS @OrlandoBloomers @Chewy Rabbits @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @york​

 

[Schnee Corp Lawyer]

The warehouse fire would be out, the survivors...Such as they were would be rescued as doors were opened for the party to bring them in. Taken to the Inn common room to be cared for, at least two of them- Both older gentlemen would be shuddering in the cold. One faunus, one human....Both given warm blankets and drinks. As for the rest, choices would be had here.

A.) Investigate the Warehouse Wreckage?

B.) Talk to the victims.(Inn common room)

C.) Investigate the Tracks(Where Goth and Mad Lake be atm)


@C.T. @The Tactician @york @Michale CS @OrlandoBloomers @Chewy Rabbits @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @york

What Minori really wanted to do was option D.) Pass the fuck out.

They weren't just being humble about their dust magic, it really was new to them and even that short display had drained them way more than fighting a dozen grimm with blade and semblance alone would have. Their breaths were coming out in short heaves of relief as they turned to Celadon and offered her a grateful nod for their assistance. "Not sure I... could have handled that ...on my own, thank you. Shame I can't... just.... stab a fire, you know?"

They forced themselves to slow their breathing and turned to follow the others to the inn. Once all were in and settled, Minori had shifted back to their usual self, a friendly smile and light step masking whatever hints of fatigue might have still shown. They knelt besides the faunus man with a sympathetic frown, almost reaching out to grasp his shoulder but not wanting to be untoward

"I'm glad you're alright sir. Can you tell us anything about what happened? That was clearly not the work of grimm"

@C.T. @Ringmaster @Whoever stayed at the inn
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Ella had been perched atop the rooftops when the others had gone scrambling after the grimm. Their hair had shifted to a brilliant white that helped mask their head and face in the snow, and for some reason her scent was never picked up by the hulking predators that had briefly stalked the streets. So when the noise had come and the crater formed, She had simply slipped off in that direction.

And there she was. Unaware of who was in the crater, but certainly aware of the stranger who seemed either used to or unaffected by the signs of such violence. Her neutral stare briefly flicked into a frown, and she dipped herself slightly lower into her crouch. She kept her distance, curious and content to observe in silence. The rifle held at the ready was just habit

@Ringmaster @OrlandoBloomers @The real sunshine and Rainbows club over here

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[Khan of the Mardu]

While the others attended to helping out with the fire, where was Angus in all this? Quite simple.

About ye deep in the crater, ice forming from the melted snow and him face down it, before groaning and rolling over. He remembered rage...A haze...And then an impact like getting shoryuken'd by an Ursa Major. Which followed to where he was now. Looking upward into the face of an upside down goth out in the middle of nowhere. Silence followed this first meeting and then he grunted out.

"How bad?"

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The warehouse fire would be out, the survivors...Such as they were would be rescued as doors were opened for the party to bring them in. Taken to the Inn common room to be cared for, at least two of them- Both older gentlemen would be shuddering in the cold. One faunus, one human....Both given warm blankets and drinks. As for the rest, choices would be had here.

A.) Investigate the Warehouse Wreckage?

B.) Talk to the victims.(Inn common room)

C.) Investigate the Tracks(Where Goth and Mad Lake be atm)


@C.T. @The Tactician @york @Michale CS @OrlandoBloomers @Chewy Rabbits @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @york​

"Hmm... You guys take care of the old guys and find any others. I'm gonna follow these tracks and take care of any Grimm that ran off!"

Blame Lavi's sense of curiosity and lack of ways to really help the civilians without scaring them. One monster attack had been bad enough, imagine the heart attack any other survivors might have if a giant robotic spider dug them out of the rubble. Especially given the fact that robots were apparently going crazy these days...

"Be back in a few minutes, everyone!"

@C.T. @The Tactician @york @Michale CS @OrlandoBloomers @Chewy Rabbits @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @york​

 

[Midnight Maiden]

Well, it went without saying that Midna had chosen to pursue the tracks. The thing was, with the crisp snow and winds working against her, she hadn't quite been able to smell the chick who shopped at GothsRUs.com a little too often, or even the halfway frozen Lake. So suffice to say, dark blue eyes widened slightly, and she hurriedly shifted mid-run to skid to a stop. Dammit, surely these two knew that by standing around, they were letting the culprits get away? It got on her nerves, but regardless, she knew there was no catching up. So it was with a brief pause to shake her head that she silently veered around the now-enlarging group that she chose to investigate, herself... But then came a sigh, and didn't hesitate in turning around.

There was only silence before she slowly crouched down, speaking up as she extended a hand to the unfortunate crater boy with a look that more or less voiced her intent to help him out of his predicament. Though she did nearly give the goth an odd look, but she caught herself in time.

@OrlandoBloomers @Ringmaster @Schnee Corp Lawyer @The Tactician @Tracking squad​

 

[OrlandoBloomers]

While the others attended to helping out with the fire, where was Angus in all this? Quite simple.

About ye deep in the crater, ice forming from the melted snow and him face down it, before groaning and rolling over. He remembered rage...A haze...And then an impact like getting shoryuken'd by an Ursa Major. Which followed to where he was now. Looking upward into the face of an upside down goth out in the middle of nowhere. Silence followed this first meeting and then he grunted out.

"How bad?"​

"You died. I'm the reaper, mistress of your ethereal destiny."

She lied blatantly with no shift in tone whatsoever to indicate she was joking, descending to one knee at the edge of the crater and smiling at the unfortunate within. Black eyeshadow rimmed emerald eyes that seemed to be taking it all in with some degree of amusement, the frost dusting her pale skin as her breath clouded in the frigid air. She was short, practically five-foot-nothing atop the scattered snow layering the ground, but it hardly showed in the comfort and ease she carried herself with; She seemed to be on the verge of offering a hand in when a certain wolf faunus came through the blizzard and did it for her. Midna's appearance drew only a moment of piercing eye contact between her and the other girl, the goth experienced enough at picking out the vibes of people unappreciative of her predilections even with the other huntress managing to keep herself from staring in time, followed by a dismissive sigh as she rose up from her knee and continued addressing Angus.

"Your extremities are all there. Shame. A missing finger or two goes a long way in distinguishing yourself."

She stepped away from the rubble and turned, casting a sweeping gaze all across the expanse of the blizzard. It was surely a coincidence when her eyes seemed to flicker straight past Ella's concealed position from her distant view of the scene.

"Whatever hit you is long gone. Tracks mean it wasn't a Grimm, unless those steal jeeps now. If it was you wouldn't have a face. So that's fun."

Her intonation implied anything but.

"What'd you see?"

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[Ringmaster]

"You died. I'm the reaper, mistress of your ethereal destiny."

She lied blatantly with no shift in tone whatsoever to indicate she was joking, descending to one knee at the edge of the crater and smiling at the unfortunate within. Black eyeshadow rimmed emerald eyes that seemed to be taking it all in with some degree of amusement, the frost dusting her pale skin as her breath clouded in the frigid air. She was short, practically five-foot-nothing atop the scattered snow layering the ground, but it hardly showed in the comfort and ease she carried herself with; She seemed to be on the verge of offering a hand in when a certain wolf faunus came through the blizzard and did it for her. Midna's appearance drew only a moment of piercing eye contact between her and the other girl, the goth experienced enough at picking out the vibes of people unappreciative of her predilections even with the other huntress managing to keep herself from staring in time, followed by a dismissive sigh as she rose up from her knee and continued addressing Angus.

"Your extremities are all there. Shame. A missing finger or two goes a long way in distinguishing yourself."

She stepped away from the rubble and turned, casting a sweeping gaze all across the expanse of the blizzard. It was surely a coincidence when her eyes seemed to flicker straight past Ella's concealed position from her distant view of the scene.

"Whatever hit you is long gone. Tracks mean it wasn't a Grimm, unless those steal jeeps now. If it was you wouldn't have a face. So that's fun."

Her intonation implied anything but.

"What'd you see?"

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Well, it went without saying that Midna had chosen to pursue the tracks. The thing was, with the crisp snow and winds working against her, she hadn't quite been able to smell the chick who shopped at GothsRUs.com a little too often, or even the halfway frozen Lake. So suffice to say, dark blue eyes widened slightly, and she hurriedly shifted mid-run to skid to a stop. Dammit, surely these two knew that by standing around, they were letting the culprits get away? It got on her nerves, but regardless, she knew there was no catching up. So it was with a brief pause to shake her head that she silently veered around the now-enlarging group that she chose to investigate, herself... But then came a sigh, and didn't hesitate in turning around.

There was only silence before she slowly crouched down, speaking up as she extended a hand to the unfortunate crater boy with a look that more or less voiced her intent to help him out of his predicament. Though she did nearly give the goth an odd look, but she caught herself in time.

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Ella had been perched atop the rooftops when the others had gone scrambling after the grimm. Their hair had shifted to a brilliant white that helped mask their head and face in the snow, and for some reason her scent was never picked up by the hulking predators that had briefly stalked the streets. So when the noise had come and the crater formed, She had simply slipped off in that direction.

And there she was. Unaware of who was in the crater, but certainly aware of the stranger who seemed either used to or unaffected by the signs of such violence. Her neutral stare briefly flicked into a frown, and she dipped herself slightly lower into her crouch. She kept her distance, curious and content to observe in silence. The rifle held at the ready was just habit

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"Hmm... You guys take care of the old guys and find any others. I'm gonna follow these tracks and take care of any Grimm that ran off!"

Blame Lavi's sense of curiosity and lack of ways to really help the civilians without scaring them. One monster attack had been bad enough, imagine the heart attack any other survivors might have if a giant robotic spider dug them out of the rubble. Especially given the fact that robots were apparently going crazy these days...

"Be back in a few minutes, everyone!"

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He didn't laugh or smile. Just a slow blink and then a grip of the hand of Midna as he rose up out of the crater and brushed himself off. Looking out behind him, as the snow began to cover the warehouse trail he finally spoke- Though not before an additional pause as Lavi came coming out to join them.

"Tried to stop thieves. Didn't take. Got hit by rockets."

At a height of five-eleven, Angus was a broad tower of brooding musculature. But despite the frost, he didn't seem to be injured in any significant way.

Besides laying face down in an explosive crater.

He furrowed his brow and thought a bit more before finally adding the following.

"I got mad."

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What Minori really wanted to do was option D.) Pass the fuck out.

They weren't just being humble about their dust magic, it really was new to them and even that short display had drained them way more than fighting a dozen grimm with blade and semblance alone would have. Their breaths were coming out in short heaves of relief as they turned to Celadon and offered her a grateful nod for their assistance. "Not sure I... could have handled that ...on my own, thank you. Shame I can't... just.... stab a fire, you know?"

They forced themselves to slow their breathing and turned to follow the others to the inn. Once all were in and settled, Minori had shifted back to their usual self, a friendly smile and light step masking whatever hints of fatigue might have still shown. They knelt besides the faunus man with a sympathetic frown, almost reaching out to grasp his shoulder but not wanting to be untoward

"I'm glad you're alright sir. Can you tell us anything about what happened? That was clearly not the work of grimm"

"They came drove the Grimm ahead and we locked ourselves in."

The man said with a haunted look.

"They blew up the doors and then took all our supplies and destroyed what they could not take. One of your own tried to stop them- Told us to hide. We ran as far back as possible and heard a terrible cry. And then the sounds of explosions, when you came with your friends."
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[Midnight Maiden]

What Minori really wanted to do was option D.) Pass the fuck out.

They weren't just being humble about their dust magic, it really was new to them and even that short display had drained them way more than fighting a dozen grimm with blade and semblance alone would have. Their breaths were coming out in short heaves of relief as they turned to Celadon and offered her a grateful nod for their assistance. "Not sure I... could have handled that ...on my own, thank you. Shame I can't... just.... stab a fire, you know?"

They forced themselves to slow their breathing and turned to follow the others to the inn. Once all were in and settled, Minori had shifted back to their usual self, a friendly smile and light step masking whatever hints of fatigue might have still shown. They knelt besides the faunus man with a sympathetic frown, almost reaching out to grasp his shoulder but not wanting to be untoward

"I'm glad you're alright sir. Can you tell us anything about what happened? That was clearly not the work of grimm"

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"They came drove the Grimm ahead and we locked ourselves in."

The man said with a haunted look.

"They blew up the doors and then took all our supplies and destroyed what they could not take. One of your own tried to stop them- Told us to hide. We ran as far back as possible and heard a terrible cry. And then the sounds of explosions, when you came with your friends."
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"--Yeah, me too! It would've been horrible if we hadn't gotten there in time... Good thing we did, huh?" Mona droned on, joining up just behind Minori. Jeez, the way she kept popping up like that was pretty weird, but it could be worse. In any case, she had only just walked in regularly, if a bit quietly. Shaking her head to get the remaining snow out of her hair. She hadn't really considered that she might accidentally get it on someone else, but alas. Finally concluding the action and shaking it out one last time to settle it, the Faunus added her own little tidbit. "Well, anyways, good to know you'll both be oka-.. oka-a-a.... Achoo!"

The surprisingly not loud sneeze was captured safely in her arm, much to everyone's luck, though she didn't sniffle rather loudly after. Looked like the cold had gotten to her a bit, after all. "H-heh, sorry. A-anywho, wa--" Well. Nevermind that question. It was forgotten when the men's answers to Minori's questions had been answered, bringing a new one to light. "...Really? 'Cause I thought all of us were here when that crazy noise and then the 'splosions came," she hummed aloud, tapping a finger to her chin in thought. "But hey, it was just you two, right? Oh, and did ya see 'em?"

...

"Wait, drove the Grimm? Whaddya mean?"

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[OrlandoBloomers]

He didn't laugh or smile. Just a slow blink and then a grip of the hand of Midna as he rose up out of the crater and brushed himself off. Looking out behind him, as the snow began to cover the warehouse trail he finally spoke- Though not before an additional pause as Lavi came coming out to join them.

"Tried to stop thieves. Didn't take. Got hit by rockets."

At a height of five-eleven, Angus was a broad tower of brooding musculature. But despite the frost, he didn't seem to be injured in any significant way.

Besides laying face down in an explosive crater.

He furrowed his brow and thought a bit more before finally adding the following.

"I got mad."

"Valiant. I've been inspired."

To leave, because her interest here was running short. The girl adjusted her umbrella, took hold of her suitcase and walked smoothly out into the blizzard towards Geat without ever having so much as introduced herself, though she did flutter her dark eyelashes in approval at the spider-like mechanoid that came clanking out of the snow in the direction of the others as she slipped past it.

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That took care of that had charged before, out in the open as a distraction.

The one that had leaped out from the rooftop from above on the other hand with the others, would be right in the Huntresses face, paw out to slap downwards in an answering strike.
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The rest of the party would be likewise kept busy, though their advantage for now was the lack of more beyond one for each. A Razortooth was a unique sort of Grimm, at home on the snow plains and primarily ambush predators. Two hunting together was strange....More then one? Well, that was a question for another time. Needless to say, like Lavi they all soon managed to bring their respective beasts down.

Jogging out between two houses, the gasmask'd features of Rowena would call out.

"IS EVERYONE ALRI-!!"

The lead-pipe looking weapon would be snatched, pointed in the direction of the Grimm best she could through the snow as it leaped for Lavi....And the end flipped up, revealing a targeting reticle as she fired, the Razortooth down as it crumbled to ashes.

Silence fell, the would-be hunters and huntresses tense before a howl ripped through the air, seemingly coming from every direction. Not man, nor Grimm it seemed to be, yet full of rage and fury before dying down.

It was coming from the airship section of the village.

Upon reaching it if they dared, they'd see the following.

Fire. The supply warehouse doors were broken and battered, gun shells scattered and tracks leading away. The treads of some heavy vehicle, followed by more massive ones akin to a giant.

Heading out into the storm.


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"As I said" Minori whispered as the sound of metal sliding into its sheathe filled the air. They walked from the scene of the short encounter, bits of grimm still fading into the air behind them as they finished putting away their weapon. Whatever they'd done, it'd left them without a speck of grimm ash on their uniform but left the snow awash in it

"A simple beast"
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"...Unlike that" they muttered to themselves. Their bravado faded to concern, and they took off with a sprint down the icy streets towards the awful noise noise
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Minori swore as they skidded to a halt at the edge of the road that led to the warehouse. Hopefully the storm's wind would be enough to contain the fire, but if it wasn't putting it out might be a difficult prospect with the icy conditions screwing with any hoses. Their head swiveled to take in the rest of the scene. A fight had obviously happened here of some sort, but what? They scowled and glanced to the fire, before they turned to anyone else who'd made it there by that time and called over "Look for survivors, something went very wrong here and they might know what! Unless you have something better than what I'm about to try for this fire!"

They turned to the fire and tugged on the gloves on their hands one at a time with a frown and furrowed brow. They had the utmost faith in their swordplay, but... Dust magic was one of the things they'd been hoping to practice at Valhalla, not show off what they already knew. They raised both arms.

"...Well, no teacher like experience." They said with a deep breath

They swung their arms in a graceful but basic motion, before their gloves began to glow. One red, the hand clutched as if to suck and pull the flames towards them and off the building. The other green, oustretched with a forceful motion that had a gust of wind arcing across the other half of the building to try and blow it out like the worlds biggest candle

@Ringmaster @Whoever else heads to warehouse town​

While the others attended to helping out with the fire, where was Angus in all this? Quite simple.

About ye deep in the crater, ice forming from the melted snow and him face down it, before groaning and rolling over. He remembered rage...A haze...And then an impact like getting shoryuken'd by an Ursa Major. Which followed to where he was now. Looking upward into the face of an upside down goth out in the middle of nowhere. Silence followed this first meeting and then he grunted out.

"How bad?"

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The warehouse fire would be out, the survivors...Such as they were would be rescued as doors were opened for the party to bring them in. Taken to the Inn common room to be cared for, at least two of them- Both older gentlemen would be shuddering in the cold. One faunus, one human....Both given warm blankets and drinks. As for the rest, choices would be had here.

A.) Investigate the Warehouse Wreckage?

B.) Talk to the victims.(Inn common room)

C.) Investigate the Tracks(Where Goth and Mad Lake be atm)


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Ervin Douglas

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@Investigation People


"Know your enemy."

A phrase that Ervin liked to live by... The smell of fire quickly lead him to the warehouse, and once he had arrived, he found the place in disarray.

The warehouse fire had been put out, but the survivors had fortunately been rescued.

Before he sought after the ones who did this, the first thing he had decided to do was investigate the Warehouse Wreckage. He knew he had to have an idea who, or what had set the warehouse on fire, before he could figure out what to do next...


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[Chewy Rabbits]

"Whatever hit you is long gone. Tracks mean it wasn't a Grimm, unless those steal jeeps now. If it was you wouldn't have a face. So that's fun."

Her intonation implied anything but.

"What'd you see?"

"You're the reaper, huh? Well, maybe death ain't so scary after all.."

Cillian joked as he caught up with the others. Naturally, he had taken his sweet time as was usual of him. But there was something he'd yet to check up on. As darkness began to surge outwards from Cillian, the Grimm he had captured would have popped right out. Only to dissipate not too long after. Seeming disappointed with the result, Cillian scratched the back of his head.

"Shoot, seems everytime I gulp something down, it comes out all broken and battered."

It wasn't necessarily a big deal but Cillian liked the idea of being able to shoot out a grimm at an opponent. Sure, there was the off chance it decided to attack him instead. But, eh he was an optimist through and through. "Don't think I've met you yet. Name's Cillian.." The scarecrow said as he extended a hand towards the goth.

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[C.T.]

What Minori really wanted to do was option D.) Pass the fuck out.

They weren't just being humble about their dust magic, it really was new to them and even that short display had drained them way more than fighting a dozen grimm with blade and semblance alone would have. Their breaths were coming out in short heaves of relief as they turned to Celadon and offered her a grateful nod for their assistance. "Not sure I... could have handled that ...on my own, thank you. Shame I can't... just.... stab a fire, you know?"​

"Anytime. The honor is mine, as it would be to assist in the future regardless of whatever challenge lay ahead." She nodded sincerely in return. "And aye, a real shame that. It would be much simpler that way, but alas the world dictates that not everything can be solved with a swift and righteous application of force. That's what the variety of life brings about in response! Heroes, warriors, soldiers, teachers, doctors, chefs, scientists. Every person plays their part in forging a grand world, a solution for everything can be found among one of these. And it is on behalf of all of that, I swear that everything I can protect by fulfilling my chosen role will be protected. Come hell or high water." She remarked as they made their way to the inn. Once there...​

"They came drove the Grimm ahead and we locked ourselves in."

The man said with a haunted look.

"They blew up the doors and then took all our supplies and destroyed what they could not take. One of your own tried to stop them- Told us to hide. We ran as far back as possible and heard a terrible cry. And then the sounds of explosions, when you came with your friends."
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"Wait, drove the Grimm? Whaddya mean?"​

"...Herding the Grimm forward, from the sounds of it. A despicable, dishonorable tactic if ever there was one...but with a certain cold pragmatism. None would question a Grimm attack for its motivations, it is simply their inborn nature. Use as expendable cannon fodder makes sense, keeping more intelligent reserves in play. And there is still the possibility that the Grimm...would prevail. Just through sheer overwhelming numbers, as they did at Beacon. Either way, whoever this "they" happens to be? They have a win-win situation. Push the Grimm in, sweep up for supplies and fall back? Maybe?" She shrugged. "In the end, does it matter? I believe what matters is what we are going to do about it, hmm?"

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[Midnight Maiden]

"You died. I'm the reaper, mistress of your ethereal destiny."

She lied blatantly with no shift in tone whatsoever to indicate she was joking, descending to one knee at the edge of the crater and smiling at the unfortunate within. Black eyeshadow rimmed emerald eyes that seemed to be taking it all in with some degree of amusement, the frost dusting her pale skin as her breath clouded in the frigid air. She was short, practically five-foot-nothing atop the scattered snow layering the ground, but it hardly showed in the comfort and ease she carried herself with; She seemed to be on the verge of offering a hand in when a certain wolf faunus came through the blizzard and did it for her. Midna's appearance drew only a moment of piercing eye contact between her and the other girl, the goth experienced enough at picking out the vibes of people unappreciative of her predilections even with the other huntress managing to keep herself from staring in time, followed by a dismissive sigh as she rose up from her knee and continued addressing Angus.

"Your extremities are all there. Shame. A missing finger or two goes a long way in distinguishing yourself."

She stepped away from the rubble and turned, casting a sweeping gaze all across the expanse of the blizzard. It was surely a coincidence when her eyes seemed to flicker straight past Ella's concealed position from her distant view of the scene.

"Whatever hit you is long gone. Tracks mean it wasn't a Grimm, unless those steal jeeps now. If it was you wouldn't have a face. So that's fun."

Her intonation implied anything but.

"What'd you see?"

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He didn't laugh or smile. Just a slow blink and then a grip of the hand of Midna as he rose up out of the crater and brushed himself off. Looking out behind him, as the snow began to cover the warehouse trail he finally spoke- Though not before an additional pause as Lavi came coming out to join them.

"Tried to stop thieves. Didn't take. Got hit by rockets."

At a height of five-eleven, Angus was a broad tower of brooding musculature. But despite the frost, he didn't seem to be injured in any significant way.

Besides laying face down in an explosive crater.

He furrowed his brow and thought a bit more before finally adding the following.

"I got mad."
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"Valiant. I've been inspired."

To leave, because her interest here was running short. The girl adjusted her umbrella, took hold of her suitcase and walked smoothly out into the blizzard towards Geat without ever having so much as introduced herself, though she did flutter her dark eyelashes in approval at the spider-like mechanoid that came clanking out of the snow in the direction of the others as she slipped past it.

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Well shoot. Had she already somehow screwed up, just by showing up at this point? She was just getting worse and worse socially, it seemed, considering the brief gaze she'd exchanged with the girl(who hadn't been at the inn, she noted) hadn't received a good reaction at all. Not to mention that she only now noted the other girl had already gotten on her knees, likely in aim of assisting the boy, when she had interrupted. She hadn't meant to undermine or anything, and were she more vocal, she likely would've apologized. But as it were, she didn't exactly want to open her mouth and risk further screw-up. So it was in heavy silence that she remained crouched there awkwardly until Angus righted himself and took her hand.

He was strong, she noted as her offered hand was taken and he pulled himself up. But she didn't back out over the resistance, and considering he was at least six inches taller than her, she wasn't horribly surprised. But once he was back on his feet, Midna only gave both him and the goth a weak nod before releasing Lake's hand and preparing to turn back to instead further inspect the tracks, but his words earned a pause. He couldn't have been out for long if that was the case, unless they were in some sort of supersonic getaway car. But rockets? If they were a part of the vehicle, they were definitely packing. This would have to be something big, unless they just carried themselves with arms to the teeth everywhere they went.

Not a bad idea, actually.

A question was being considered briefly, but she wasn't sure which one to ask. And by the time that she had settled, well, one of the people her decisively two-part question involved was now turning to leave. So much for that. "...I don't suppose you got a glance at them?" she asked Angus, referring to both the vehicle and it's attendants. No matter the answer, her attention turned to the tracks as she once again crouched to the snow-covered ground to examine the tracks. At least they weren't headed for Valhalla- that much was a plus. But no matter the angle, this whole situation reeked.

No, really. The stench from the fire still had a small presence as far as she could smell.

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[Schnee Corp Lawyer]

"They came drove the Grimm ahead and we locked ourselves in."

The man said with a haunted look.

"They blew up the doors and then took all our supplies and destroyed what they could not take. One of your own tried to stop them- Told us to hide. We ran as far back as possible and heard a terrible cry. And then the sounds of explosions, when you came with your friends."

"--Yeah, me too! It would've been horrible if we hadn't gotten there in time... Good thing we did, huh?" Mona droned on, joining up just behind Minori. Jeez, the way she kept popping up like that was pretty weird, but it could be worse. In any case, she had only just walked in regularly, if a bit quietly. Shaking her head to get the remaining snow out of her hair. She hadn't really considered that she might accidentally get it on someone else, but alas. Finally concluding the action and shaking it out one last time to settle it, the Faunus added her own little tidbit. "Well, anyways, good to know you'll both be oka-.. oka-a-a.... Achoo!"

The surprisingly not loud sneeze was captured safely in her arm, much to everyone's luck, though she didn't sniffle rather loudly after. Looked like the cold had gotten to her a bit, after all. "H-heh, sorry. A-anywho, wa--" Well. Nevermind that question. It was forgotten when the men's answers to Minori's questions had been answered, bringing a new one to light. "...Really? 'Cause I thought all of us were here when that crazy noise and then the 'splosions came," she hummed aloud, tapping a finger to her chin in thought. "But hey, it was just you two, right? Oh, and did ya see 'em?"

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"Wait, drove the Grimm? Whaddya mean?"

"A good question Mona." Minori said with a glance towards the faunus girl and a nod before they turned back to the older one "Is it safe to say you saw your attackers? Or was the snow too much before Lake ushered you inside? The other hunter I mean." They clarified "Or perhaps you saw them?" They said with a glance towards the other man who'd made it through alright.

They heard Celadon and agreed (albiet in a more concise fashion) with most of what she said, but Minori wanted to make sure they all knew everything they could before they decided what to do about it. Whatever 'it' was

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Banshee mulled her options over from where she was crouched in the snow, only bits and piece of her really visible at this point as the white drifted around her. Unfortunately, most of the useful ideas involved talking to the humans.

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They quietly slipped back the way they came, intent on heading back to the inn and finishing her prep for departure

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[Michale CS]

Rachel followed those heading toward the site of the attack, and looked helplessly between them. She'd never been in a situation like this, so she was going to wait for... she supposed for someone to go after the attackers, or something then follow them.

Once again she had faded into the background. Not that she wasn't used to it.

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[OrlandoBloomers]

"You're the reaper, huh? Well, maybe death ain't so scary after all.."

Cillian joked as he caught up with the others. Naturally, he had taken his sweet time as was usual of him. But there was something he'd yet to check up on. As darkness began to surge outwards from Cillian, the Grimm he had captured would have popped right out. Only to dissipate not too long after. Seeming disappointed with the result, Cillian scratched the back of his head.

"Shoot, seems everytime I gulp something down, it comes out all broken and battered."

It wasn't necessarily a big deal but Cillian liked the idea of being able to shoot out a grimm at an opponent. Sure, there was the off chance it decided to attack him instead. But, eh he was an optimist through and through. "Don't think I've met you yet. Name's Cillian.." The scarecrow said as he extended a hand towards the goth.

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She was murmuring something quietly to herself in the chill when Cillian caught up to her, though even if anyone could've heard what she was saying they'd have found it to be nothing more than a few lines of morbid poetry at best. The girl seemed unperturbed by the showing of the scarecrow-man's semblance and hardly even looked at the Grimm as she stepped up and onto it before it started to disintegrate, apparently intent on going right over the cadaver until the creature's slayer spoke to her and she paused where she was, sinking easily back to the snowy ground with the razortooth crumbling to ash underfoot. In response to his lamenting of his semblance she raised one thin, black eyebrow up high at him, giving his costume a serious look-over.

"Sucks. Oh the angst."

She looked both ways into the blizzard once and pulled up her suitcase, releasing it to let it stand vertically and turning towards Cillian to continue their conversation. Such as it was.

"Names are an unearned emotional tie I elect to spurn. I'm threefold, Morgan, Morgain, Morrigan. Choose one to call me by and I'll answer to it; you'll just never know if it was the right one."

If Cillian wasn't regretting this conversation enough already, Morgan(?) smirked at him coyly in a way that said she wasn't joking; Or that if she was, it was at his expense. She completely skipped the handshake and went straight for the top, brushing her knuckles across the patched fabric of his mask at the cheek lightly in admiring fashion.

"What's this? I thought gothabilly was dead on the scene."
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No matter the answer, her attention turned to the tracks as she once again crouched to the snow-covered ground to examine the tracks. At least they weren't headed for Valhalla- that much was a plus. But no matter the angle, this whole situation reeked.

No, really. The stench from the fire still had a small presence as far as she could smell.

"Look for the shell casings, normie."

Cillian had waylaid her before she could get too far away from the track investigation group, and despite the brisking snowfall she could make out the faint figure of Midna crouching to examine the skirmish's aftermath from this distance. Which is what she called over to, sounding thoroughly unenthusiastic but still willing to help.

"See if there's anything that says where these thieves' artillery came from."
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The supply warehouse doors were broken and battered, gun shells scattered and tracks leading away. The treads of some heavy vehicle, followed by more massive ones akin to a giant.

"If they have SAURON or Atlas headstamps then it was probably White Fang or some other outfit who don't care about staying anonymous enough to scrub their stolen weapons. If they're clean they were either criminals who took all the precautions for this sort of thing, or someone who really didn't wanna be associated with a certain company. Heh."

It was a chuckle darker than the fur of a Grimm.

"I can only speculate."

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