A/N: Alright! Next trailer is up, and with it the third member of team JPL_. My past readers would already know who the last one is, but regardless, I hope you all enjoy.
Cause after all the trailers are up... I might just publish daily.
The gentle light of lunar might holds the truth untold
And only those who look within, could gaze, and see beyond.
The nights in Vacuo were, at the very least, rather quiet. Fewer people walked the streets, and for the most part, a certain faunus could walk around freely, not having to worry anyone drunk cretin would jump her out of nowhere, wanting to prove his manliness or whatnot by doing unspeakable things to what seemed like a helpless girl. She stood at about 6'0", a bit tall for a female, not that height bothered her at all, and her black hair was neatly combed, sliding down her head all the way to her lower back. On top of this, she had a pair of Oryx horns, each about 10 inches, reaching straight up from the top of her head. However, despite her average build, and rather lean muscles, at least for one from Vacuo, there was one trait about her that set her apart from most of her peers. Her skin was completely untanned, a mark of her staying most of her days indoors, being almost utterly, and a bit unnervingly, white. However, for her, it couldn't have been helped. There was research to be done, and most importantly…
There was a moon to be observed.
The moon. The floating, broken sphere of light in the night sky. It fascinated her, quite largely, so much so that when she was small, she'd bombard her parents with questions about this moon, like where it came from, and why is it fractured. And, since her parents could never give her the answers she sought, she had to start learning how to learn, so she could learn the subject she most desired. Now a bookworm in a kingdom where muscles do most of the talking, she somehow managed to avoid it for the most part, though her skill with a weapon is proof her family's tradition of beating the snot out of one another didn't get lost on her.
She finally reached her favorite parchment in Vacuo, where the buildings stopped, the sky was clear, and the moon was in full view. Over the past couple of months, she dedicated her time outside of the house to sketching it's many forms, from the body itself, to the shards surrounding its side, measuring how much light it radiated, and so on. Spending a few hours in its light, observing and peering as much as she could, she kept a small notebook on her, with a pen always at the ready, jotting down everything she thought of when regarding this majestic protector of the night: Theories, findings, everything was neatly organized and filed. Pieces of paper popping out of the book even when she closed it, and more than once falling off, leaving stray pages for her to scour for later when she realized they were gone.
She came home as the sun started to rise, having no further need to spend time outside. However, she waited for her home was her five brothers, each glaring at her with a shit eating grin, and weapons in hands.
"Well, seems like the whitewashing came back home!" Unlike herself, all of them had very burly, toned bodies, as well as very dark skin, tanned almost everywhere.
"Indeed. Now, if you will excuse me, I have research to compile." She greeted them, uncaring for their antics, for the most part, trying to make her way inside the house. However, when she came to pass through the door, one of them pushed her back, waving her finger vertically in swinging motions.
"Nah ah ah sis, you ain't going inside there this easily…" He smirked, thinking himself the epoch of wit, while snot seemed to spill from one of his nostrils. She jumped back, reaching for her behind, and pulling out her own weapon, a sharp, fine-tuned katana, like the ones she so admired from Mistral, readying it.
"Then you leave me no choice but to dispatch all of you simultaneously." Her tone didn't change, even in the face of five people turning on her with giant axes and maces, each looking like as tough and armored as a tank. However, unlike them, she possessed the one gift that ensured her victory.
The gift of knowledge.
One of them already rushed at her, screaming like a Beowulf and aiming for her head with an upwards strike. Moving swiftly, she moved to his side, and with a quick sleight of hand and prior experience, sliced some of the hinges of his armor clean off. The chest piece fell off from him to the ground seconds after, as he tripped over the heavy slab of iron, falling to the floor with a large thud. It was times like these she appreciated taking her time in crafting her weapon, and not just bolting some untouched, unrecognizable shape of steel to a stick and calling it a day.
"Oi! You'll pay for that!" Another one of them came, with what could only be described as a large axe, swinging it without abandon, almost wrecking some of the house structure while he was at it. Stepped back again, she jumped into the hair, spinning her weapon in hand, while pressing a trigger on the handle and making the blade fold back, the transformation being as quick and efficient as she could calculate it. In a moment's notice, she had a bow in hand, easily her own height, pulling an ice arrow from the quiver she held by her side. While mid-air, she aimed it and let it fly, hitting the board side of the axe and exploding into an ice flowing, making the weapon too heavy as her brother struggled to even lift it. As she dashed through the air, she landed on the wall of the building opposite to their own, having to jump away again as one of them lobbed a rock in her direction, smashing through the poor neighbor's wall. She sighed internally. Repairs would be quite costly this time, though if she was lucky she could perhaps use the remains for faster rebuilding. Shaking the thoughts away, she focused on the fight at hand, shooting several arrows at him, before landing right in front of the faunus with a transformed katana, slicing his armor clean off as well.
The rest of them were getting quite angry with her fighting style. What they expected to be an easy victory soon proved to be a fruitless endeavor, and it showed by how all of them decided, in a last ditch effort, to gang up on her at the same time, five men charging one teen with screams and bellows. They were too close, and she didn't have enough time to shift her weapon again or dodge. There was only one solution to this problem.
Her semblance.
She tapped into the hidden force inside of her, which, of course, none of her brothers didn't bother experimenting with, only relying on their brute strength. Wisps of light starting to form around her body and left hand, and her weapon was covered with it as well, as her aura formed into searing light, ready to burn through her opponents with ease. Of course, with her level of expertise, she knew she couldn't hold this much aura like this for long, and so, building it up as long as she could muster, she waited for the right time to strike.
"You're done with, you shitty little brat!" One of them called, the rest joining in a misshapen chorus of insults, none of which penetrated her calm mind. At the last second, when they were just close enough, she unleashed her power, streams of light tearing through their aura with ease, her blade moving through the plates on the remaining brothers like butter, cutting them clean off even. While one might find this incredible she could achieve this, she knew it wasn't anything to brag about, as the plates weren't even tempered that much, if at all.
Appearing at the door again, all five of them collapsed behind her, no aura remaining. She gave them one last glance, looking almost disappointed they couldn't prove her a challenge anymore, stepping inside to two seemingly peeved parents, as her father, the only man in the family she still couldn't beat, stepped outside to see the huge hole her brothers did to the opposite building.
"Really boys? Again?" He shook his head, and the brother he called out to stood up, still exhausted.
"What? She started it." He pouted and pointed to his little sister, trying to play innocent and shift the blame, though at this stage neither of their parents bought their act, and while her mother guided her back inside, her father lectured them about the fine art of using cement and excellent craftsmanship.
"Is everything alright dear?" Her mother asked her, giving her a cup of tea to help mend her body.
"I'm quite alright mother, though this brings me back to an issue that we discussed in the past." Her mind was always racing, always keeping tabs about past conversations. "I think it's time you let me apply to a huntsman academy."
"Are you sure honey? It won't be easy you know. Maybe your brothers seem like a breeze, but what you'll find out of Vacuo won't be as friendly as you might imagine."
"Which is why I'm not looking for friends mother." She said decisively. Her mother sighed.
"Fine. I'll talk to your father. But before I do Hue, I need to know: Where do you want to go?"
Hue gave her a small, faint smile. "I want to go to Beacon."
