12:13 P.M.
Emerl City Bazaar: Executive Mercantile Loft
"Milady!" a voice calls out, a body following soon after as a man, dressed in clothing that could be best considered bazaar attire, stumbled into the loft. The room, sterling white, had a young woman who lightly let out a 'tsk' of irritation as her eyes fell upon the man who had ruined her moment of reprieve. As he continued to breathed hazardously, waiting on her to address him, she uncrossed her legs and placed her coffee down on the marble table situated in front of her before crossing her arms and speaking calmly, words laced with poison.
"Now my dear sir, do please tell me. What could be so important for you to interrupt my rather enjoyable lunch?"
Her eyes were daggers, piercing into the man with such ferocity that he almost recoiled from the intensity, but he didn't, the info he'd obtained was too important for him not to relay it, even if his Mistress was in the most foul of moods.
"S-s-ship!"
he gasped out which was met with a reactionary snap from the young woman.
"What of the ships?!"
Her patience was waning and he did naught to stave her irritation. Her platinum fair fell over her shoulder as she stood up.
"Speak clearly, or I'll ensure that your great grandchildren live in ruin and squalor."
Her threat was laced with sincerity, cold and methodical in execution, it was less a threat and more an admittance of a possibility. And in doing so he began to speak in words, words that took her aback.
"Impossible. There's no way."
She nearly cut him down with her rapier for what she had heard, but she didn't instead she moved passed him, her grace never faltering, even though she was clearly shaken. Lady Schnee could not believe it, in ten years they had never had any... and yet here and now... with no word, no report until this very moment and what's more there were two.
Her mannerisms changed, her grace was cast aside in turn to put forth a front of serious contemplation as he stepped out of the Loft into the open Bazaar.
I can't let this get out of hand, was all she could muse to herself before her legion acknowledged her existence beyond the snow white veil
The cries of merchants, barters, suppliers, farmers and traders all around turned to silence as they became aware that their Porcelain queen was amongst them, most astonishingly, in an unannounced fashion.
Looking around to the stalls and the stores, corner merchants and children selling hand made trinkets, she addressed them, her voice colder than the frost of winter. Her statement was a proclamation, her words: law.
"Gather the Men."
That was all they needed to scramble amongst themselves, stalls and stores closing instantly. Her guard soon formed themselves around her figure, a defense for the Heiress as a merchant came before her and asked quite curiously
"What is this for, Milady?"
She closed her eyes, her breathing exasperated, her scar pronounced, her body rigid as the words that cast the elderly merchant into a fit of tears slipped coolly.
"Immigrants"
8:47pm
Emerl City Wharf: Storage Grounds
"Well there they are."
The young man says from the safety of the shadows of a warehouse scaffolding as his compatriots appear one by one to gaze down at the harbor.
"They don't look dangerous."
"Looks are deceiving"
"That's not the only thing that can deceive."
"Shut up, all of you."
The last voice was distinctly more feminine than the previous four. Coming from the obvious group of miscreant's leader, she gazed upon the two outsiders, it was like she'd heard... they don't look dangerous, but such beliefs couldn't be kept. These two, these two crossed the grimm sea in nothing more than a sloop, it was ludicrous. No more than that... it defied logic. She'd managed to see the Schnee caravan maps on a raid. There was at least four hundred miles between the Isle and the closest bit of the main land, there's no way any person could survive out there, not with that sparsity.
But there they were, yellow and red, nary a wound on them, no sign of starvation, they were perfectly fine... and that in itself made the two unsettling.
"So what should we do BC?"
The young man asked her quite pointedly, there was no mistake what the situation was now. Whether or not they were remarkable or otherworldly, the point was that those two... for the groups vying for power on this island, they were unmistakably both an asset and a threat.
That wasn't the only issue either. They'd caught whiff of those Schnee dogs and even the Royal Guard had come, whether she liked it or not, a single misstep could lead to all out war at this very port. It truly would be quite a fitting welcome for such illustrious guests, though she did have to wonder if they knew that yet.
BC sighed, in that moment, a dagger appeared in her left hand as the right was lifted and with a single gesture, came the movement of numerous shadows, all from dark corners and locations as the other four, to her left and right saluted, each in their own way before diving off. The last of which was the young man. A cocksure grin on his face, he winked at his 'captain' as he quickly took to extravagantly flipping his way into the darkness, his spinning backflip finished with the flick of a monkey tail... and then he was gone.
Sighing she looked at the situation one last time. Before gathering the robe that rested around her neck and covering her face. What worried her most wasn't who was there, no rather, she found it unsettling who had failed to take interest, but she couldn't leave herself speculating, for now, she'd have to go for what was directly in front of her
"Huh, outsiders."
And then with the throw of that very dagger, she was gone.
9:00 am
Emerl Crown Castle 'Lighthouse': Throne Room
"There'snomistakeaboutityourliege,there'sunquestionablyanundocumentedshipenteringthecity'sbordersatthisverymoment."
The mile a minute speech came from the mouth of a green-haired bespectacled man with a penchant not staying one place. The man who he address, gray haired and with a sense of relaxed composure to himself nodded in acknowledgment of the report he was given.
"So it seems that we have been graced with the presence of guests too our land once again. This certainly is an interesting turn of event."
The monarch could barely contain the gentle smile that came across his face as the woman who stood to the right of his throne, Statuesque and equally imposing cut him off.
"Sire, we have to take proper precautions, you remember what happened ten years ago!"
"Indeed, Glynda. I was there."
His retort was cool and non-malicious, but had served its purpose in allowing him to seize the predominant voice
"The past is the past, and I shall not go out of my way to run befoul of these strangers before we can even learn their names. We shall greet them in the most respectable of manners, and then we can go from there. I dare say, a bit of proper diplomacy is always in order yes?"
His right hand woman could not counter his argument as she relented, but she would not allow just any individual to meet them.
"Very well, but I will have the Royal Guard escort them here."
She remarked quite bluntly before a wave of her hand beckoned a rather portly man into the pressence of the Royal Court.
"You are up to the task are you not, Captain Port?"
"Indubitably, Grimm or man, there's no creature that walks this earth that I can't greet!"
The man, of stocky frame, jovial spirit, and improbably curly mustache treated the task as if it were something of the utmost enjoyment... much to Glynda's embarrassment.
"Ah, excellent choice Ms. Goodwitch."
Their King applauded her choice as he nodded to Captain Port for the gentleman to take his leave. After the bulbous man had left their sight and earshot, he turned to her and said more seriously.
"Do you really believe they deserve the internment of the royal guard?"
"Honestly, yes... but I didn't request him for them."
"Then why did you request them?"
"Because you and I both know, there are more dangers on this isle than there are out at sea, Ozpin."
"I suppose I'm not allowed a simple peaceful reign?"
"I'm fairly certain you always knew that to be the case."
"Well if my reign can't be steady, then at least allow me some coffee to calm my nerves."
"You'll turn into Oobleck if you keep drinking so much, I wouldn't want to envision the state of the land with a King like that."
"Ms. Goodwitch, if that day ever comes, I assure you, this kingdom would have been long lost by then."
?:? A.M.? P.M.?
Grimm Sea
"Sis!"
A young voice calls out, excitement brimming with each letter.
"Wake up, I can see it! There, on the horizon!"
The chipper voice was so overwhelming that it soon cut through the silence that had shrouded her sister's mind with sleep and soon enough, cracks of light would do the same to the darkness of her eyelids, as the young blond-haired woman was roused from her slumber.
Steadying her vision and comprehension, the blonde looked about to see where her sister had gone, it didn't take too long for her perception to register the crimson form. There at the bow of small sea raft stood a young woman, no older than fifteen cycles, her excitement palpable to the other, slightly older woman who gazed upon her.
A glance at her appearance would quickly give the impression that she was a flower given human form. Her short , dark red-hair resting just above the nape of her neck were like the pedals of the plant. Her lithe form was like the gentle stem that held the flower together. And most important of all, her gentle mannerisms (to the trained eye) revealed all that was needed for one to tell that she definitely had thorns. All things considered, the young woman, with beautiful silver eyes was unquestionably a rose.
"What was that Ruby?"
Her sister asked, lifting herself from her resting position to something more sensible for discussion as she looked over the boat's edge to see what lied beyond the endless sea. It was unmistakable, even for the young woman's drowsy eyes what lay not even a mile away. There it was a testament to advancement, the jewel of the Nation, no it was more than that, it was a Beacon for the entire world. The crown city, Emerl.
The towers in each corner of the city spiraled upwards acting as markers of its grandiose appearance. The white banners of the many Schnee Bazaars and stores littered the upper tier of the city, giving the island the visage of a boat, larger than any other, in sail. At the very bottom lay shadows, a district indescribable from so far off, they were akin to caverns, and yet it was obvious that streets and buildings existed all around them. It was like an encroaching darkness, lapped by wave that seemed to draw all the mystique and danger into them. The city was unlike any other, and it had called to the duo.
The Blonde finally stood up, her long hair wafting behind her as she stretched out and gripped the single sail to guide their ship properly to the nearest port that her eyes could see. She was not a flower, but her physique and appearance was not too starkly different in aesthetic from her baby sister, rather it was clear that Ruby would likely grow to gain some of her sister's feature's in a few years herself. But at the moment, they stood starkly at odds with each other, if only due to their brilliant hair colors.
"We're here, sis!"
"Yeah, Yang"
"Are you ready?"
"More than ever!"
Yang draped her arm over her enthusiastic sister's shoulder. A sense of wonder in both of their eyes. These two, unaware of who was watching from the isle, were set on making a name for themselves in the capital, and unquestionably... they would. For sailing on their own towards the crown city were two of the last magic users in existence.