AN: Ok so its abundantly clear my reliability for updates went right out the window. To make up for that, however, I am rebooting TQFG! Not enough? How 'bout a much larger word count than previously? Well here goes nothing.
He gazes once more upon the streets that wind below, the humans milling about in their little worlds, unaware of the larger whole at risk. Beside him hums his twin, the only person on Remnant that could possibly understand him, the fires of tragedy forged an unshakeable bond between them.
"I'm bored brother, come on let's do something fun!" She exclaims, a wide smile stretches across her face.
"What you classify as fun would worry most sane people." He deadpans, no emotion crossing his face.
"Good thing you're insane then!" She replies unrepentantly, her smile widening.
"Fine, let us go do whatever you deem fun this time." He says as he stands up and faces her.
She stands before him, her smile unmoving, her hair a spun gold, falling across her back in a tangled mess, as chaotic as her personality. Her eyes are a startling ocean blue, filled with naught but mischief. She wears a skintight suit, woven within the suit is the finest dust, offering a protection rivaled only by aura, or heavy Atleasean armor, across the front lies an eye, the eye appears to be crying. Leather armor protects vital areas as a precaution, no armor is perfect, the color of both the armor and the suit are an abyssal black. Hitched to her waist is a holster, two wakizashi rest on the holster suspended on her back. On the holster rests a mask, the mask is featureless save for a smile stretched across it, not painted, but instead a part of the creation of the mask, the smile is all teeth. The eyes of the mask are simple holes, a black clear glass-like material covers the eyes, hiding even more than a simple mask does.
"You still wear your mask brother, it's not like anyone will see us all the way up here." She slyly says to him as she saunters close to him and places a hand on his chest.
"There is little reason for me to show my face. Your argument once more holds no weight over me Levithan." He replies, not even a spark of emotion coming from him.
He wears a mask, it is a stark contrast to Leviathan's featureless one, eyes holes line the entire upper part of the mask, each hole covered with the same glass-like material, the lower portion of the mask has tendrils hanging downwards, they twitch slightly every few moments, life filling them. He wears flowing robes of the finest silk, the color is an abyssal black, mirroring Leviathan's, golden lines pattern the robes, stitched into the back is a massive eye, the eye seems to be crying. The entirety of the man is hidden within these robes, a small portion of hair hangs from beneath the hood attached to his robes, his hair is also a spun gold, however a single streak of snow white trails through his hair, from root to tip. Held in his right hand is a staff, the tip has a crying eye made of gold imprinted into the dust crystal on the tip, the body of the staff is made of Blackwood, an exceptionally rare wood in Remnant, the bottom of the staff is a long black blade, the staff in its entirety measuring two metres.
"Let us go Leviathan, I have no patience for wasted time. Your fun is no doubt going to take up the rest of this night, might as well get it out of the way." He says with no emotion.
"You're no fun. I keep telling you to call me Levi every day but you never do, its always Leviathan this, Leviathan that, day in day out, just call me Levi once!" She whines.
"Your name is Leviathan, and I shall refer to you as such." He replies.
"Ugh fine, let's go party!" She exclaims happily.
The duo walks into a club, named 'The Club', not very original but being the most premier club in all of Vale the owner had carte blanche on whatever name he wanted to give it. The Club is as all nights, filled with people, hopefuls looking to find a partner for the night, friends looking to unwind, and even those resigned to their fate of having been dragged to the club by someone close to them, such as the man in the robes, his mask never leaving his face.
Leviathan drags the man by the arm to the bar, her smile never leaving her face, she places him on a chair and sits on the one next to him.
"One strawberry sunrise bar-man!" Levi chirps happily at the man at the bar.
"Nothing for the robed crazy?" The Barman asks.
"You can get me the information I wanted a week ago Hei." The Robed man says.
"Depends on who you are." Hei 'Junior' Xiong replies smoothly.
Hei 'Junior' Xiong, wears a black vest over a white dress shirt, a red tie, black gloves and black dress pants. He has gray eyes, short black hair, along with a matching beard and mustache. Junior is also exceptionally tall, standing a full head above Levi, but being eye level with the Robed man.
"Your distasteful gaze upon my sister irks me, look elsewhere or I shall remove your eyes." The Robed man speaks.
"Watch yourself kid, your attitude won't swing here." Junior growls at the Robed man.
"Neither will yours, unlike you, however, my voice holds more weight in all circles than yours does, including your own club." The Robed man replies.
Junior waves over the bouncer for the club, a hulking man standing two heads over Junior.
"Remove this man." Junior says directly to the bouncer.
"Return to your post peon." The Robed man speaks, his voice filled with power.
The bouncer's eyes unfocus for a moment and he walks back to his position at the door.
"As I said Hei, my voice holds more weight in all circles, now bring me the information I paid you for, or I shall command all your patrons to tear each other limb from limb." The Robed man says calmly.
"Alright man, calm down a bit, just give me your name and I'll give you the info you want." Junior hastily says to placate the Robed man.
"Jaune, now give me the information I paid for, the more time you make me wait the less inclined I am to allow Leviathan to enjoy this little meeting, and the more inclined I am to make things difficult for your continued operation in this business." Jaune says in a calm voice.
Junior hastily walks to his office to retrieve a scroll filled with information. He hands it to Jaune and then moves to serve another blonde that came to the bar.
"Let us leave Leviathan, the intentions of this woman shall lead to violent action, it shall impede our progress." Jaune says to Levi.
"'Kay!" She replies.
As the duowalk out the club the blond that walked in begins to fight the people inside.
"So, what's on the scroll brother?" Levi asks cheerfully.
"All pertinent information regarding Roman Torchwick, along with the information regarding his loyal partner Neopolitan." Jaune replies.
"Why do we need that?" Levi asks as she puts her hands behind her head.
"We are going to offer him a deal he cannot refuse, whether through benefit or fear he will join our cause." Jaune replies.
They arrive at their home, a small warehouse at the end of the industrial district, its contents large crates filled with dust. In the office of the warehouse lies a hidden door, the door leads to a staircase that winds down for five hundred meters. At the end of this staircase is another door, with biometric locks, both fingerprint, and retinal. Beyond this door is a bulkhead, with more biometric locks, but beyond this bulkhead, is their real home, a massive underground facility that goes down an additional five hundred meters.
"Welcome Levi, Jaune. Your projects have been completed in your absence." Speaks a voice from all around.
"Thank you once again, Beholder. I shall be along in my laboratory shortly." Jaune replies.
"Thanks, Big B!" Levi replies cheerily.
AN: And thus the new TQFG chapter one comes to a close, my sincerest apologies for my massive absence, I shall do my best to not let it happen again.
Please review, this return to form shall bear similarities to the old story but shall still be a new form. The more you guys give me to work with review-wise the better my work shall progress.