Disclaimer: I of course do not own RWBY nor do I wish to.
A/N: I'm sorry this took forever, it's been a long couple of months and I had a laptop dying on me lol. Small warning! I did switch this to a "M" level rating for a reason, the antagonists have some mature language and suggested themes and there is a very detailed scene of something dark. Anyways, here's the 3rd chapter hope you guys like it.
*Third person POV*
Silence fills a room.
This room had decorative wood detailing on the walls and hardwood floors with a dark brown mahogany stain. The ceiling had copper paneling, reflecting the light from the large window behind the only desk in the room. A large tapestry hangs on the wall off towards the left side. The tapestry vaguely has four maidens on either corner and in those corners are the different seasons. In the middle stands an old man in a field. On the opposite wall of the embroidery are some built-in cabinet doors that held many books and trinkets alike within. The only other things that adorn the room are two red leather chairs in front of the desk, a decorative grandfather clock to the back right-hand crook, and a lamp to the back left-hand crook. In-between these two objects reside large double doors with copper handles.
In this room, a group five people from Atlas await for a meeting with Shade's Academy's headmaster to arrive at his own office.
The youngest looking of the Atlas group leans back in a chair by the desk, tempting the limit at which the chair could handle. The boy had brown hair parted to the left side and fair skin with freckles scattered about his face. His brown eyes curiously eye the details in the room. His outfit is a bright yellow hoodie with blue jeans and sneakers.
The brunette his age nudges his side gently, her brown eyes giving him with a look that says, 'Please stop leaning in this chair'. The girl is of average height with brown long straight hair ending at the middle of her back. A black long-sleeved shirt, black yoga leggings, and sneakers cover her fair skin. The boy lets the chair drop forward to its normal position with a sigh.
Towards the right of the two youngest, a young woman rolls her eyes. She stands at 5'5", Deathtouch armor covers the span of her arms on a long hooded blue coat with two coattails and a dragon pattern surrounding it. Underneath is a black sleeveless tank top with gray cargo pants that reach just short of her ankles, and black shoes with a slight heel to them. She has white skin, long dark brown hair, and cobalt blue eyes. Her arms are crossed; foot tapping impatiently.
The other two Atlas officials, one older man, and an older woman remain silent to the left side of the boy in the chair. A tall winged Faunus woman comes into the room carrying a tray with cups filled with tea for the five visitors and one extra cup. She goes around handing out the tea to the Atlas group, they all reply with "thank you's" here and there.
"Sorry for the wait, the professors' lounge was out of tea bags, so I flew over to the other building where the cafeteria is right quick." She says with a smile. She then crosses the room and sets down the tray in a cupboard in the wall. Turning she tucks a stray hair behind her ear. Her hair is a pristine white tied back in a braided bun with bangs swept to the right-hand side. Her skin is lightly tanned and her eyes are a royal purple hue. She has a small birthmark on the right side of her chin and a very shallow scar under her lip. On her left cheek, she has a deeper scar that curves up to her cheekbone and right under her eye, another scar crosses this on at the top giving the scar an almost cross shape to it. She wears a purple tank top with a white jacket over it, ripped blue jeans, and a gold scarf wrapped around her neck. Her white dove-like wings perfectly exit out of the jacket.
"That's all right, we weren't waiting for too long Professor Kingsman." The older Atlas woman says with a smile.
"Yes, we were." The boy in the chair states sipping his tea. The girl next to him nudges him gently again. "I'm sorry, he's a bit blunt." The girl says to the Faunus.
"That's quite alright love, I'd prefer if people were always honest with me. "Professor Kingsman said with a small smile and a sip of her own tea.
The sound of doors creaking open cause all occupants of the room to look to the sound with interest. Two men enter the double doors, both standing around 6" tall.
The taller of the two is wearing all black, pants, ¾ sleeve shirt and sneakers. A necklace with a ruby resides on around his neck and his left arm looks to be a cybernetic replacement. He has short black hair, slightly tanned skin, deep red eyes and a big scar over left eye. Out from behind the man a black tail sways back and forth gently. The wolf Faunus looks very young, enough to be in his early 20's.
The other appears to be a middle-aged man with unkempt a raven blue Faux Hawk with many white strands of hair towards the front and brown eyes. He wears a white fitted t-shirt and blue/light blue polyester bomber jacket with grey fitted combat pants.
"Ah, everyone this is professor's, Cole Church," Professor Kingsman introduces gesturing towards the younger man and then to the older one beside him, "and James I Vanquisher. They've also been called to this meeting by Headmaster Tin." She says.
"Speaking of your headmaster, where is he?" The boy questions.
The winged Faunus sets down her teacup on one of the coasters on the headmaster's desk. "Headmaster Tin doesn't live close by, rather he lives out towards the edge of the town. The trip is always lengthy for him and so he asked me to be here until he arrives. Sorry to make you all wait but knowing him.." She says as she looks at the elegant grandfather clock as it strikes ten exactly, "he'll be here any second."
Just then, as if hearing her words, a man wheels himself into the room; this man being the headmaster of Shade Academy.
He has graying red hair combed back to look neat and has a well maintained and well-trimmed beard. He has an eyepatch over his left eye while his right eye is metallic gray hue. A scar could barely be seen behind his eyepatch. He is missing his left leg and has a wooden peg leg as a replacement. He wears a rust colored dress coat with two little shoulder capes on each side. He wears a silver vest and a white dress shirt with a black belt around the waist and rust colored dress pants with a single black dress shoe. On the left shoulder cape, he has an emblem, a tin soldier, stitched in.
He rolls up to his desk, setting down a newspaper and a cup of tea whistling a jolly tune all the while. Once everything seems to be in order he looks up, "Well, hello there, you must be those Atlas individuals who scheduled to meet with me today."
"Yes, we are." Says the older man as he steps forward to shake the headmaster's hand. "I'm Daniel Solomon, the right-hand man to General Ironwood and this is Leah Ordell, she's an air fleet specialist. It's a pleasure to meet you Headmaster Tin." He points to the older woman in similar attire who just bows respectfully to the headmaster.
Tin nods and greets them with a smile. "Ah yes, likewise. And who might these be?" He asks gesturing toward the teens in the room.
"My name's Darien White!" The younger boy perks up. "I have a question; why's one of your legs and eyes missing?"
"Darien." Warns the girl next to him.
The headmaster chuckles and waves a hand as if to say, 'it's fine' "It was nothing special, I was just a soldier with a war wound from a grim is all."
"Wow, okay," Darien says surprised. He leans back in his seat still focused on the eyepatch.
"My name is Malina Aulnoy," says the girl next to Darien. "I'm the leader of my team back in Atlas and Darien is apart of that team."
"Yeah, and that's our mercenary!" Darien says pointing over to the girl in armor. "Her name is Lizz."
Startled at the introduction, she stands up straight gives a small salute. "Lizz Saphfire, Sir." She said.
"Saphfire aye? I've heard that name before…" Says the headmaster as he rubs his chin.
"Perhaps, I'm a freelance mercenary, and sometimes I take some questionable jobs. Word of me may have gotten around." She says with a small grin.
"Questionable? Is it safe for her to be here?" Professor Church questions from the back of the room. They all turn their attention towards him. "Eh, she's highly qualified," Solomon replies with a shrug.
'Highly' Lizz mouths to Church with a smirk. Professor Church just crosses his arms with a frown as they all seem happy with that answer. Lizz places her hands on her hips and steps closer to the headmaster's desk. "Moving forward, we're here to discuss and or plan a unit for a mission." She states.
Headmaster Tin leans back in his wheelchair as he picks up his cup of tea, "Ah, on to business I see. What, pretell, is this mission for and why does such an elite team from Atlas need Shade Academy's help?"
Solomon begins to speak but is interrupted by Darien. "So basically, we've heard tale of The White Fang blowing up soon." In which the Headmaster raises an eyebrow at.
Solomon nods and continues with what he was going to say. "What Darien means is that we've received info of Adam Taurus and a questionable figure heading to Menagerie. There's speculation of betrayal and we've been told to expect some big riot from them soon. However-"
"But we think It may all just be a cover for something bigger." Malina adds, intersecting Solomon's pitch. Solomon frowns at the girl, probably tired of being interrupted.
Headmaster Tin stirs he tea with a spoon, then places it on a napkin set out on the desk. "How did you obtain such information?"
Solomon shuffles on his feet, "Malina and Darien's teams were instructed to keep watch on Adam, they spotted him leaving for the island and informed us immediately. The information about a riot and betrayal is merely a concern that was brought to our attention, though I won't name our confidant, per their own request." To this, the headmaster merely hums in response. "It sounds a little, far-fetched- "
"Indeed, it does." Tin agrees, interrupting him.
"Nevertheless," Solomon rushes to finish. "If a riot happens or this occurrence is merely a distraction event, it will be up to someone to handle the madness. We need to have teams ready for a possible fight. We don't necessarily know what, but we came to you for assistance because it was recommended to do so by General Ironwood himself."
"We're trying to gather enough teams to scatter throughout Remnant that will be able to be on either defense or offense. This will widen our advantages of catching any possible occurrence." Malina says, trying to persuade the headmaster.
"Something big could happen!" Darien exclaims loudly.
"We're just gathering huntsmen and huntresses as a precaution, but it is extremely helpful if you lend us some of your students for a couple weeks." Solomon's nearly pleading at this point.
"What they're trying to say is that we need as many teams as you can spare for this mission." Lizz offers, making direct eye contact with the Headmaster.
"As many as I spare aye?" He looks into his teacup as though he's trying to find the answer in the tea. All the occupants of the room look to him, awaiting a response. "I might not be able to provide you the amount of manpower you're looking for."
"Are you freaking kidding me, mate?" Darien states. "All we need is a few teams!"
Headmaster Tin sips his tea as he stares at the boy. The boy looks back, not breaking contact. Tin makes a face at his teacup. "Mhmm, seems like my tea needs more sugar." He ponders out loud.
"Old man do you hear me?!" says Darien sounding agitated.
"Why, yes dear boy, I do still have my hearing." He gently sets down his cup on his coaster. "Seraphina, will you inform the following teams, MRON, IVRE, GRNT, and VILT about this mission? James, the backup teams will be SAGE, LYME, and CYAN. Inform them as well in case we need to request them asap. Cole, I'll need you to reach out to some of the graduates like Sinnema Naomi. Last but not least, be sure to allow them the option to decline if they so wish, this goes for any and every recruitment, understood?"
"Yes, Headmaster." The three professors respond in unison.
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"Yes Redd, I have arrived." A voice said through a scroll.
"Your orders were to contact me as soon as you landed, was I not clear on that?" The woman holding said scroll asks the voice. She downs the rest of a martini and places the glass on a coffee table in front of her. The woman is sitting in a black leather chair in a dark hotel room. In the room, there are two other people one sitting across from her eating and the other relaxing on the bed.
A small grunt could be heard from the other side. "Oh, but of course malady, just let me find time to breathe and gather my bearings first. I've been in Menagerie all but maybe five minutes, relax a little. ~" The voice says casually.
The woman lowers her head and pinches the bridge of her nose with one hand. Her shoulder length red hair with pitch black streaks covers her face for a moment before she sighs and raises her head. Her fair skin is reddened where she had pinched and her turquoise eyes narrow. "Did I ask how long you've been there? No. I contacted you because you failed to notify me at the expected hour which was three hours ago mind you."
"About that, the boat had a delay, I couldn't quite make out everything but from what I heard I large Grimm-
"Did I ask for excuses." The woman interrupts; however, the voice keeps on talking.
"-it was attacking this other boat in sight and some chick-."
"ENOUGH." She states abruptly, clearly fed up with the person on the other line. She stands up from her seat and begins to pace back and forth the room. Her red collared long coat's left shoulder cape flowing behind her as she walks. The capes emblem, a queen chess piece in red standing out amongst the black of the cape. She wears a gold blouse with a white neckerchief paired with a necklace adorned with a turquoise gem. Dark brown trousers with a thin gold striped pattern on them line her legs along with her knee-high buckled boots that are making violent stomping noises as she steps. This woman demands attention.
"Alright, alright, my bad Redd, I should have called while they were distracted but some guy was just giving the best details and made me so curious- "
"Dante, I have no time for your insolence! Find the escort pronto and proceed with the mission you were hired for. The sooner this shipment is over with the better It turns out for us to be rewarded. Dante, are you hearing me? Dante-!" The sound of a click could be heard through the scroll and Redd seemingly becoming more and more enraged by the second.
"He! HOW DARE THAT BOY!" The woman nicknamed "Redd" has a fire in her eyes as they fade from turquoise to a gold hue, her hair also turns from a brilliant red with black streaks to the opposite, black hair with red streaks that is shoulder length.
"Now, now Edith, give the boy a break, he's young and irresponsible sure but he knows better than to fuck us over." The man who was sitting across from her says. He has short, wavy charcoal brown combed with a slight curl to the front. He is clean shaven and has jowls, though no double chin. His lightly tanned skin has a slight olive coloration to it. His eyes are a light green, with small flecks of blue amidst it. Should he be standing, he'd be 5' 10" and 200 pounds of both fat and muscle. He wears a green button-up shirt alone, with brown slacks, purple socks, and black dress shoes.
The woman nicknamed 'Redd' and 'Edith' hurls the scroll across the room. Seemingly not satisfied with that she then kicks the nearby coffee table into the wall, shattering the glass plate and martini glass on it and opening a hole into the wall.
"Damnit Edith, my sandwich was on that table!" says the brown-haired man as he stares at the sandwich now on the ground.
"Seriously Veronica? You're just going to give control over to Edith over this?" says the younger looking male Faunus on the bed "Get it together, it's unsightly." He says rolling over to his stomach, his wild white locks shorter on one side with red streaks throughout, cover the side of his face that has a long black scar with a red line on the right side of his eye. The boy is thin with light brown skin and has honey badger ears. His long black hooded cloak covering him like a blanket.
'Edith' kicks another hole into the wall and then smiles pleased with her destruction. Her hair and eyes go back to how they were before, and her demeanor seems calmer. "I apologize for Edith's behavior, I'll have you moved to another room If you wish Konton."
The white-haired teen sits up reveals a black shape fang under his left eye. He stretches his arms and opens his yellow eyes. "It's fine, we'll be here for only a day longer, a couple holes in the wall isn't going to bother me. By the way, that whole two personality business of yours's still bewilders me."
"The change isn't quite as shocking as that of yours lad." The brown-haired man said as he pulls out a butterfly knife from his pocket.
"Kindly fuck off Gacy," says Konton, flipping off the older man.
"Pardon your prepubescent tongue Konton," Gacy says humming whilst twirling his knife in his hand.
Falling back into the chair opposite of Gacy, Veronica says, "Gentlemen, calm yourselves, will you? You ask for calmness from Edith and then retaliate with bickering. How very uncouth."
"Oh, we're not arguing, it's just a lover's quarrel," Gacy replies with a smirk over to Konton.
Konton snarled at the older man; two sets of fangs showing, one looks like the average canine teeth and the set above looking more animal-esque. "In your gay ass dreams Gacy, I'm not interested in men."
Resting both hands over the arm of the chair "That's what the last straight man I lain with told me too." He says with a toothy grin and devious eyes. "That was of course before I- "
"We don't need to hear of your intimate affairs' and quite frankly I don't need that image in my head," Veronica states interrupting him. "We've got bigger problems to be worrying about."
"I don't get why your so worried, all we hired Dante to do was to take care of securing the placement of the pon." the badger Faunus says.
Veronica places her arm over her eyes and sighs, "Adam may be a pon, but this is a procedure that Reine has instructed us to have secured, and let's not recall the last time a someone failed to execute a mission correctly."
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*Trix's POV*
'Today's the day' I had thought to myself when I had left home in a hurry to meet with my friends. Little did I realize it was way too early to meet up and now I had 4 hours to spare!
I decided to wait nearby the outside of the academy, which is only a block away from the restaurant for the time being. I flop myself down under my favorite shady tree and pull out a sketchpad and pencil from my backpack. I always carry this around just in case I feel the urge to draw or want to just zone out and sketch. Sometimes I sketch the most random stuff when I zone out and I have no idea why my imagination is so overly-active. I start making some circles for no reason and let my mind wander freely.
The weather outside is a comfortable warm with a slight breeze blowing through the leaves; the tree behind me is sturdy and rough yet not unpleasant.
My mind is conjuring thoughts of tonight, I can see the gang laughing and eating at Zipporah's, we're eating in a corner booth that's seating us all perfectly. I must really be looking forward to hanging out if I'm imagining it. I chuckle slightly at my eagerness. The gang looks happy in this daydream, I'd hope we can always be this happy. I can see Tobi waving his hands wildly. He always has to use his hands expressively when talking, at that rate he'd probably—*crash* knock something over. Yup, now he's all sad for breaking some plates. I sigh, I can totally see this happening today.
Wait, someone else is entering this daydream, Professor Kingsman? What's she doing in my daydream, and behind her are those Atlas people I saw the other day. "Professor? What brings you here?" Garnet asks her. Professor Kingsman nods, "We're in need of your assistance." Why am I imagining this? It's weird stuff like this that just pop up out of nowhere that makes me feel like I have an overactive imagination. I start to get glimpses of conversation between the Shade academy headmaster and professors along with the people from Atlas. They're talking about-
The daydream starts to fade into a different view and vaguely I feel my hand making rougher marks on the paper. The sky starts to change from light blue to a dark crimson. A barren wasteland, with a rocky terrain and enormous purple crystals sprouting from the ground, lays before me. From various points in this landscape, I can see Grimm spawning in large numbers from dark, tar-like pools in the ground. What's happening? I've never imaged such a place with such pure evil. Before me stands four figures, towering over a figure on the ground. My breath hitches. I can't comprehend what my brain is showing me. A Faunus boy is gasping for breath and screaming in what appears to be agony. His skin...I don't even know how to describe the likes of it. It looks to be bruised on the surface upon first glance but what's happening seems much worse... the dark spots seem to be enveloping him, spreading throughout his veins and the exterior of the skin as well. The eyes of the boy search his companions, all of which who stare with either amusement or a look of boredom. He's reaching out to them wheezing now, shaking violently "Help him!" I plead to these people. I can't stand the sight of this. This doesn't feel like a daydream; his pain feels real to me. I can't see anyone else but him now. His eyes that had filled with tears now spill over, he's clawing his throat now, arms and neck covered with darkness traveling to his face. "Stop it. STOP!" I'm screaming now. His pain seemingly clutching my heart and I feel physically weakened and sore.
At this point, I'm way past wanting to leave this daydream. I don't want to visualize this anymore. I want to close my eyes but it's as if they aren't there to close. If I'm such a nice person then why do I always imagine such horrible things? The boy is whimpering out at this moment, nails clawing the ground making marks into the dirt, eyes finally going to that same black that devoured his body. I can't unsee this image. At that moment the red eyes from my re-occurring dream flash in my mind. They're as red as the sky and stare without mercy down upon the poor boy on the ground.
Suddenly a hand is on my shoulder and my horrid daydream is gone. I'm back at school, the sun has gone down a bit giving off the appearance of noon. My face feels wet, I raise up my hands and wipe my eyes to find tears had fallen from them. "Trix?!" a voice calls out to the right-hand side of me and the hand on my shoulder shakes me. Noticing the person next to me for the first time I realize it's a classmate of mine, Maron Wilhelm. His team, LYME, was positioned around the school for a "Just in case the school was attached" measure. He ruffles his short brown hair with one hand and worried brown eyes stare down at me. "Trix, why aren't you answering? Are you okay?" He asks again.
I open my mouth to speak but it feels dry and scratchy. I decided to nod my head and wipe my tears. This is so bizarre, 'it was just a daydream, it was just a daydream' I repeat to myself in my head. I feel very shaken, the warmth outside doesn't seem to reach me because I still feel cold. I rub my hands over my arms in an attempt to feel warm. That's when I notice the drawing in my sketchbook. What used to be two blank pages is now covered with layered scribbles. I can sort of make the face of a male cat Faunus amongst the chaos. The most freighting thing about this is that it looks like the place I saw in my daydream. Not picture perfect but enough for me to understand what it is. I close my sketchbook a little violently and shove it my backpack with fear.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I look over at Maron for the second time, such worry in his eyes. I must have been an incredibly sad sight to see, no wonder he was worried. I give a small sniff and one last rub of my eyes, finding my voice a little as I do. "Yeah, I-" I say hoarsely. I clear my throat and try again, "I just was daydreaming, it wasn't really a good one, I'm sorry I worried you." I give one of my best 'don't worry I'm okay' smiles and force the daydream down into the pit of useless thoughts. I begin to gather the rest of my things from the ground in an attempt to ground myself.
Maron hesitantly stands upright, offering his hand to help me up when I finished picking up my belongings. "Thanks," I mutter not making eye contact as I can still feel his concern. He seems to accept my better state of mood. "I'm glad you're alright, it was a bit strange, however, do you often sketch wildly like that without staring where your sketching?" He asks a little bewildered. I nod, though never something that large and accurate, it is an occurrence that happens a lot when I daydream.
Just then I remember why I came into town and swiftly turned to him, "Sorry, what time is?" Checking his scroll, he says, "12:20 why?" And without a second thought, I dash off basically screaming thank you back at him as I run as fast as my legs will carry me to Zipporah's.
. . .
I breathe heavily as I rest my hands on my knees. "I'm sorry *huff* I'm late* I was *huff huff* not quite awake."
"Yeah yeah, that's always your excuse." Nycole says whilst nudging me playfully.
"To be honest I expected this and told the others the actual meet up time was a quarter after noon, so looks like your right on time for once," Garnet replied with a smile.
Not knowing whether to feel relieved I didn't waste their time or upset that they knew I wouldn't make it on time I decided to just keep my mouth shut and accept it.
"Are we all ready now?" asks Violet.
"Aw yess, I am sooo READY for this!" Tobi yells with pure glee. "Man, it feels like it's been months since I've seen you all! The author has been so lazy!"
"Author? What are you even talking about you doofus?" Nycole says confused.
"Whatever can we just enter already? I'm starving." Says Lumina with a small growl of her stomach.
We all file into the spicy food restaurant one by one, the buildings air conditioning hitting our skin and cooling us off quickly. We all stand shifting about waiting for a waiter to notice us, the place is fairly busy. One server catches our eye and holds up one finger, signaling us to give her a minute before she can head over.
"This place looks so much cooler than I thought it would!" Violet mentions with glee.
The other's all nod or grunt in agreement as they take in their surroundings.
The design of the restaurant has a super warm feel to with valiant poppy colors and deep marrons lining the walls. The lighting is very dimly lit and gives off comfortable and yet intimate vibes. Olive brown wooden tables, chairs, and booths are placed neatly throughout the room. In some places, tall plants rest in between tables to help divide the space and make them seem more closed off from the tables around you. Towards the back of the room, there is an all wooden feature wall with that same olive brown shade. To add some more coolness to the warm tones, they've placed small potted ferns in those cute little ceramic wall plant pots and even have some hanging from the ceiling. To add a pop of color, there are bright orange and yellow accented plates and bowls at the customer's tables.
Together it gives off a very cozy vibe perfect for when you want to have a large gathering or intimate date. It's not quite my type of style but it's so well decorated that I can't help but adore this restaurants ambiance. It feels familiar a little for some reason.
"Thanks for waiting guys it's a bit busy today," The server from before she says while grabbing some menu from under a podium where we were standing. She wipes her mint green bangs out of her face revealing her honey brown eyes. She has a small beauty mark underneath her right eye and peach colored skin. "My name is Lyra and I'll be your server for today, please follow me this way." She escorts us to that wooden feature wall in the back where there is a large booth able to sit all of us is.
Wow, Okay, I just got the biggest Deja Vu. I stand a little caught off guard because I realize it looks just like what I saw in my daydream before it went it started going out of control...Why does my brain do this to me, am I just insane or is this not strange?
"Trix?"
A/N: And there it is. Sorry, I'm posting this next chapter actually a half a year later, I didn't expect so many bumps in the road when I started this. Luckily, I've had time to make outlines for the next chapter or two as well, so I just need to really sit myself down and flush out the details. I'm hoping to publish the next chapter in a month or so, hopefully, I can I actually own up to my promises. I wonder how many people actually care enough to read this anymore lol. Also, I bet no one even reads the authors notes, I know I just sorta skim threw the bottom ones when I'm reading a fanfic. Anyways…
The OC's creators in this chapter:
Team VILT characters – Chirithy564
"Redd aka Veronica aka Edith", Reine, Professor Seraphina Kingsman & Headmaster Marcus Tin – SolidSnake10101
Darien White & Malina Aulnoy – Shake N. Bake Morman
Dante & Lizz Saphfire – Outlaw Outcasts
Professor Cole Church – Shepherd239
James I Vanquisher – Jay walkz
Gacy – ShABlA2000
Konton – Lewamus Prime 2018
Maron Wilhelm (Team LYME) – .adj
Hinted Sinnema Naomi – JustThoseGuys
Hinted Nuri (This ones harder to tell because I didn't mention a name) – Gracekim20
Team MRON:
Morrigan Reid – Also SolidSnake10101
Randolph Grace – LoverOfShows91
Oliver Lavens – Weissman
Nav Eliassaint– DaVink101
I hope this doesn't totally blow and I hope I managed to write the characters well. I tried to fit as many characters as I could without forcing it too much. I think there were only 3 I didn't say by name and if you haven't seen your character in the story or interact much, they'll more than likely be in the next one. Wish me luck in writing the next chapters! Special thanks to my friend Chirithy564 who helps read over what I do before I post! So, if you have a complaint, file it with her! Lol just kidding, if you have a complaint, feel free to mention it, just know that I'm only human and I tried my best. And with that, I'll leave you be until the next time.