Val: I'm so sorry i didn't post this sooner, my beta Prick is MIA doing something, Finals I think, so I was left in the dark, I decided to post this chapter for now and replace it when my beta gets back and edits the chapter, I'm also sorry for not making the chapters more consistently uploaded, I know I said I would but things have been tough lately :p Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter, read, review and all that jazz :) ~Val (Yes the signature is necessary)
Prick: The fuck are you talking about? I'm always nearby. I am the darkness…
The hours following their arrival in Vale where a storm of sirens and questions. Velvet as a Huntress-in-training was asked to go with the cops to the V.P.D. Station to report what happened while she was on the vessel. Draden on the other hand, was taken into custody as a suspect in the crime that took place on the boat and was awaiting custody.
"Why me?! What did I do to deserve being thrown in a cell?!" Draden whined for the billionth time, his voice clearly depressed.
"You were acting suspicious at the scene of a crime, it's only natural that you got arrested." Replied the guard watching Draden.
"Suspicious! Are you fucking serious!? Walking off the boat and telling you about what happened on the boat is suspicious? That's complete bullshit and you know it! The only thing 'suspicious' I did was being a faunus, wasn't it!"
"Whatever kid, just sit tight, shut your ass up and wait till it's time for questioning." The guard walked away.
"Racist asshole!" Draden yelled the at guard while he was walking away.
It was almost an hour later before the fox faunus was finally taken from his cell and brought to a small room with a single table and two chairs. The man across the table from him was an older gentleman, dressed in a decorated police uniform. "Take a seat kid." The man demanded softly, though his gruff voice demanded attention nonetheless. "Now I'm going to ask you some questions kid. Answer truthfully and we can be done with this quickly. First off, I want to ask why you came to Vale, what's the purpose of your visit."
"I came to Vale to attend my father's funeral. He died a few weeks ago but I only just found out about his passing, the funeral itself will be the day after tomorrow. I want to stay in Vale for a short bit to experience what the kingdom has to offer while I'm here, so I'll be staying for about twelve days starting today"
"I'm sorry to hear that kid. Next, I want you to tell me what happened on the boat."
"Well, it was probably... I want to say around five in the morning when I was awoken by the sound of gunshots coming from the deck of the boat, I quickly got dressed and grabbed my sword before rushing to the deck. When I arrived at the deck the captain of the boat was already dead and there were six White Fang members, five grunts and one who appeared to be a Commander." Draden reminisced, deciding their was no harm in telling the truth for once. "The commander then left and shortly after I was noticed, the Commander told the grunts to capture or kill if necessary before he left so one of the grunts attempted to capture me, since I was armed and confident in my fighting skills, I fought back. Unfortunately, they didn't seem to know how to use aura, so my attacks killed all five of them. The loss of life is unfortunate but it was inevitable in that situation." Draden explained, trying not to lose his cool.
"Hmm, that matches the report made by the Huntress-in-training that was on the boat at the time. One last question, You wouldn't happen to be a hunter from another kingdom would you? That could make things much smoother around here."
"No sir, if I was a Hunter I woulda' made that pretty fuckin' clear a while ago. Apparently, they aren't subject to racism... I'm just a resident of Vacuo."
"If you're just a normal resident, where did you learn to fight?"
The question was expected, and for once, it was one that Draden would happily answer. Retelling the experience always made him so passionate. "A great swordsman passed through my town many years ago, after watching his masterful swordplay just once I was determined to make him teach me. At first he denied me and said that the training would kill a kid like me, but I eventually managed to convince him. The training was absolutely brutal, it probably would have killed me if I had been any weaker, but it didn't. In the end, it was well worth the time I spent training."
"To be honest, that sounds like some shit from an anime or somethin'. Well, whatever. I got the answers I was looking for, sorry for all the trouble kid."
"Wait, really? I thought that I was going to get imprisoned or something by the sounds of how those dipshit guards were talking."
"No, it's just that guys here are pretty racist, to be honest I can't stand it, but not many people sign up to be police these days, I need all the men I can get. Sorry for the inconvenience."
"Don't worry 'bout it,I guess. I got a bit of time to spend before the funeral. Anyway I suppose I'll be on my way now, gotta find a hotel and all, later." Draden got up to leave.
"Hey kid, I never caught your name." The older officer asked as he unlocked the door.
"The name's Torchwick, Draden Torchwick, make sure not to forget it." Draden stuck his right hand out to shake the officer's hand. "Might I ask your name?" Draden continued.
The officer stepped forward to shake Draden's hand. "My name's Barry Grove, but to you I'm Chief Grove, got it?"
"Got it, adios." Draden left the police station after a few minutes of navigating it's corridors, off to find a suitable hotel to stay at.
Meanwhile Chief Grove opted to make a call to a certain someone.
"Hello Chief Grove, it's not often I get a call from you."
"That's because I don't need or want to talk to you all that often. This is the rare exception; there's something we need to talk about."
"And that is...?"
"I assume you've already heard about the Fang attacking a passenger carrying ship on it's way to Vale correct?"
"Yes, and...?"
"I just finished questioning the kid who drove off the Fang, he said his last name was Torchwick."
"Torchwick? Well it wasn't Roman, he's been dead for a while. A copy cat maybe? that's all that comes to mind at the moment"
"No it wasn't, the kid looks a lot like him however. He doesn't seem like a criminal. He came here to attend his father's funeral, I'm going to assume it's safe to assume his dad is Roman Torchwick."
"That's quite likely. Since you brought this to me I assume you want me to do something about it, I can't legally arrest him unless he actually breaks the law so what is it that you need me to do?"
"I know, I just want you to send a guy to shadow him for the duration of his stay. He said he'd be in Vale for about two-ish weeks. I'm just worried, we sure as hell don't need a new Torchwick running around."
"Quite so, I'll send one of my best to watch him, keep your eyes peeled for increases in criminal activity."
"My eyes are always peeled. That's all I needed to talk about, I have to get back to work, these papers ain't gonna fill themselves out."
"Thanks for contacting me about this, and have fun with the paperwork Grove."
"You know I will." Chief Grove hung up then sat down and sighed. "Let's hope to dust that this won't be another Torchwick problem." The Chief slowly started to scribble things down onto the stack of papers on his desk.
Elsewhere in Vale, Draden was wandering around, completely lost and unable to find a decent hotel to stay at that didn't want an arm and a leg.
"How hard is it to find a decent goddamn hotel to stay at around here? Shit, I need to find a decent place, I'm not going to even consider one of these cheap love shacks…I need to find a place that's cheap and not a damn love motel." Draden muttered to himself in disdain. He wasn't serious. While he was a bit stingy with money, at least when it came to spending more than there had to be, the man had standards.
"If you're looking for a hotel, you're on the wrong side of the park, literally. Go back to the park at the center of the city and go east instead of west, there are plenty of hotels out there." A tall man clad in gray slurred out, exiting one fine establishment dubbed "The Crow bar."
"Really? Thanks." Draden replied while scratching the back of his head.
"No problem kid." The man said, before stumbling off northward, Dust knows where to.
"Ask and you shall receive, or something like that I guess" Draden thought to himself while walking towards the east end of town."Something about that man felt off to me... meh I'm probably just to suspicious of people or some shit." Draden muttered to himself.
Draden eventually found a quaint hotel in the east side of town with a cheap rate to stay and settled down for the day. As he was relaxing his body, he mentally prepared himself for the day after in which he would familiarize himself with the kingdom.
Val: Sorry about then length, it's normally longer but I just wanted to set some story is motion so this is all for now, I promise chapter 5 will be up the second chapter 3 & 4 have been updated by my beta.
Edit: Chapter 3 is taking a while so 4 and 5 have been posted.
Prick: Yeah, I'm sorry this one took a while people. Like I said though…if you're stuck waiting…and like Lancaster…Lunar Rose…it's 60K words long. Will be 70K long the next update…which is coming soon.
