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The White Fang and Chester
POV: Jazabelle
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"You have such a beautiful voice, you know?"
"Oh, I know."
Shing-*gasp*
"And that is the beautiful sound of death. Hmm, Sweet dreams."
Jazabelle let go of the man after whispering into his ear, letting him slide to the ground. With a look of disgust, she turned toward the rectangular building she was trying to enter. She had been caught by a guard, but was easily able to get him away from the others. It helped that all of the guards were wearing masks, and she was able to convince him that her mask was simply altered. Her outfit was slightly harder to explain, so instead she got him off topic, telling him things that any man like him would love to hear.
She had woken up in an alleyway of some advanced city. She had immediately looked for the coward, but he wasn't there, and she needed to get out of the open. The people found her attire frightening. She had been quick to delve deeper into the cities underground, and had learned about many things.
Only three interested her; The Grimm, the people, and Dust. She had gotten information on the first two, and she now desired the symbol of power known as Dust.
'Roman Torchwick, Master Thief and currently excellent source of dust.' This guy had a reputation in the underground. His name was everywhere, and he relishes in that fact. Currently employed to an unknown employer, with a little side-kick that loves frozen treats. He was working with a group called the White Fang. 'And he should currently be away, leaving the dust for the taking.'
She looked around, finding a window that would take a simple climb to get to. She backed away, and sprinted toward the wall under the window. When she was only a couple feet away, she jumped and reached up. Her hands grabbed a ridge in the building, and she began to climb like a spider, quickly and quietly crawling up the wall. She swiftly made it to the window and peered in. It was lit by large, hanging lights that shone down like the sun. She opened the window and looked around for a place she could silently drop down onto. Several large, metal boxes laid below her and with a quick prep, she dropped. A slight ting sounded, but it was otherwise silent.
There were some people running around in the building, but the majority were silent. She looked off the edge of the boxes, and found it to be dark. She dropped again, and began to sneak her way through the building. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, just the amount of people in the building. She couldn't take all the dust, obviously, but she could take as much as she could carry. Her satchel was rather large, so there would be no need to skip out on anything she wanted.
As she came close to a stairway, she heard a male voice laughing and a female one telling said male off. She looked around quickly, and began to climb them. They were short, but they were out in the open. When she made it to the door, she put her ear to it and listened. There seemed to only be two occupants, and hopefully they wouldn't be facing the door. 'Not that I wouldn't kill them without a sweat, but it sounds so tiring right now.' And she opened the door as silently as she could.
There were two people, as she thought, the woman, a teen girl by the looks, was dark skinned and green haired. The man, a teen boy, was rather light in skin tone and had grey, almost silvery hair. He was on the table, messing with what seemed to be a prosthetic leg, and the girl was glaring at him. Or at least, she was, before Jazabelle walked into the room, right into her line of sight. She stared for several seconds, which was enough for Jazabelle to pull out her pistol and take aim.
"Now would you look at this. You two don't look anything like the group downstairs. Not much for uniform? Or..." She smirked behind the mask, and let some playfulness slip through her voice, "Are you two having a little fun?"
The man jumped, whirling at her and stopping at the sight of the gun, while the woman looked horrified at her comment. "Me... with him? Oh Hell no!"
"Ah-ah-aaah. Keep still, no need to waste my bullets. So here's how this is going to work. You two are going to sit there. I'm going to knock you out, and you'll never see me again. Hmm?"
The man turned the rest of his body slowly, and smirked back at her. "You see that would probably work, but we have businesses to rob, people to kill, so we can't really be delayed by your agenda. And anyway, you'd have to get through our aura to 'knock us out'."
Jazabelle didn't let her voice slip, but that was a surprise. 'Aura? Something to help them from getting hurt maybe...guess we'll just have to find out.'
"Ooh, you're right...I guess I should get started on that." And she shot at his chest.
Ooof
He doubled over, clearly in pain, but there was no blood. 'That must be the aura. Useful, annoying, but surpassable.' And she followed up her assault. With little effort, she brought up her twinblade and thrust it into him. The girl behind him reached for her back, and pulled out two strange pistols as she hit the boy. Or hit an inch from his stomach. She couldn't actually hit him, but it seemed to affect him. He flew off the table, and she turned to the girl as she was beginning to fire. With relative ease, she dodge between the bullets and slashed at her chest. The girl brought up one gun and blocked it, while the other shot again into her side. It entered and exited swiftly, and she didn't even flinch.
"Ooh a feisty one, I can tell. Let's change that.'" Jazabelle grinned, and swiftly removed her blade from the gun. Apparently not expecting the bullet to enter her flesh, the girl didn't expect her to follow up immediately with another strike, this one to the leg. She stumbled, and another strike went to her stomach. With relative ease, Jazabelle kept the girl on her toes, and as her strikes got closer and closer to the girl's skin, she began to panic. With a wild strike, she slashed at Jazabelle and hit a hard set of material. Stunned, Jazabelle watched as the girl moved back to her friend, who was just getting up.
Jazabelle snapped her swords together and brought up her pistol, taking aim at the girl's head. She fired and the girl went flying back. The boy rushed at her, and he brought his leg up for several quick strikes. She dodged all but the last, blocking it instead. She leaned in and spoke to the boy. "Don't meet many people who use their legs as their weapons. What's your reasoning?"
He smirked, "Surprises."
"Surpris-"
He shoved his foot forward, and she swung him away just as a bullet exited from his foot. Intrigued, she sliced forward twice, both times to the neck. It stopped the blades, but it didn't stop their momentum. As he was disoriented, she struck again at his stomach, pushing him back. Firing a bullet, she pushed him to the ground. He quickly got back up as the girl recovered. Jazabelle spoke to them as they watched her movements.
"Having fun yet? I am, your both full of surprises. How about I pull out my surprise, no?" She pulled out a small, wrapped up ball from her bag. Unwrapping it, she grabbed the pellet inside.
Smiling, she looked to the pair.
"Know what this is?" They both glared at her. Shrugging, she continued. "This is a Beast Pellet. Once ingested, it blurs the line between a man, or in my case woman, and the beast inside us all. It was banned a number of years ago, but the feeling of euphoria it creates is simply too intoxicating for some to give up." She popped it into her mouth. "Let's see how intoxicating it's famed to be."
Her eyes darkened, pupils dilating as power coursed through her. She needed more, she WANTED more. Looking toward the two in the room, and knowing they couldn't give it to her without a fight, she turned and burst out of the door. Looking around, she found the nearest guard staring at her with surprise. Unlinking her blades with a snap, she charged forward and slashed at him. Blood flew as he screamed, alerting others to their location. She didn't care, it was just more blood for her to bathe herself in. Slashing across his neck, she turned to the next person. A woman who was yelling for more people to come.
Growling, She stabbed forward and impaled the woman on her swords. She gasped as she was lifted into the air, before the blades in her stomach were twisted and ripped out. Relishing in the blood, she turned and looked as several more guards arrived. With heightened senses, she was hyper aware of the bodies around her. She leapt forward, slashing and stabbing as many limbs and bodies as she could reach, maiming but not killing at this point for the most amount of blood she could possibly get out of them. Dodging around, she was rarely hit, but each one made her stumble. She would retaliate instantly, immediately numbing the pain. She was close, she knew, but soon the pellet would wear off. Looking around quickly, she spotted the stunned faces of the boy and girls she had originally attacked. With a wolf-like howl, she charged forward, intent on making the two bleed.
She was stopped short by a large amount of fire entering her vision. She jumped back, lowering herself into a defensive stance. Fire was not a good thing. Fire hurt, fire made her suffer. She was prepared to escape, when more fire appeared around her. She was surrounded by walls of fire. Growling, she looked toward a new person.
A woman with a fiery look stalked toward her slowly, with several men and woman of the White Fang surrounding her. Feeling her blood high slowly dying down, she stood straighter, hands never leaving her weapons, and she looked defiantly at the woman.
"And who do we have here?" She was safe from the fire, or at least safer than normal, in the armor she was wearing. She couldn't let herself be intimidated by this woman.
The woman seemed to smirk, as if she had said something funny, and spoke in a sultry tone not unlike her own. "Who I am, is not important. However, after killing and maiming many of the Fang, I think I have a more than a right to know who you are."
She grinned. She already liked this woman, and as the beast blood settled down, she grew less afraid of the walls of fire arounds her. With a small curtsy, she decided to introduce herself. "I am Jazabelle. Jazabelle Lynch. And might I say, what a wonderful little place you have here. I am dearly sorry for these men and women, you see I was...demonstrating, for those two individuals over there. I simply got caught up in the fun."
The woman had a smile on her face now, one that seemed truly genuine. "Is that so. Well, I'm sure that we can be understanding if is was just for a little fun, isn't that right?" at this, she turned toward the members of the White Fang, who slowly put down their weapons in favor for helping their fellow members. "That's what I thought. Come, why don't we go sit down and have a drink. I'm sure we could have an interesting conversation."
Jazabelle thought for a moment, watching as the fire slowly faded away, and looked at the carnage she had wrought. She looked back at the woman and the other two. They looked wary of her, but the woman seemed interested in her, and she could already sense the ulterior motives in her tone.
'Oh I really like her.' "What did you have in mind?"
She smirked "Come, we have much to discuss."
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POV: Navlaan
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"So, let me get this straight. you were looking in the woods. And you just happen to see it in the trees. And you decided that instead of just bringing it here, you'd stay there and keep it company. Is that right?"
The Doll nodded, clearly happy with her decision.
"There is no feasible way to stay angry at you, is there?"
Latune smirked "It's because she's the most innocent thing that has ever graced human presence."
*sigh* "Yes, I reckon you are right. I just can't believe that it came with us. It was one with the invader, but..."
The Doll looked at him "Navlaan, you know you like them. You just won't admit it. It certainly likes you."
She held out her hands, and in them she held a little messenger that had apparently hitched a ride with them. The doll had been talking with it and Latune before they had left the dream, and it never left the Doll's side. He sighed again and reached out an arm. It happily leapt onto the outstretched limb and crawled up to his shoulder. It sat there, its legs dangling down, and looked extremely pleased with itself. "You're going to be as long as possible, aren't you?" It nodded. "Of course."
He looked toward the other two, and they both were watching him in amusement. "What, he wants to be there. I'm not going to stop him, so long as he doesn't get in my way." He turned and walked away. He walked through the tree line and made it about thirty feet. He then turned to the messenger and frowned. "Listen, you may like me, and I can tolerate you. But if you're going to be here, I need you to do something for me."
He pointed toward the cities direction. "In that city is a group called the White Fang. They don't like us much, but there is one person there I need you to keep an eye on. He has orange hair, a hat on his head, and wields a cane. He isn't a good person, and I need you to watch him and that group. If any of them get close to our campsite, along with those black animals called Grimm, tell us. We might not escape them, but we can be ready for them. Understand?"
It took a moment to take it in, and it nodded it's head slowly. He smiled, and looked down at it with a curious glance. "If you're going to be here, you need a name. Do you have one?"
It nodded excitedly, and reached into its hat. Pulling out a piece of paper, it looked at it for a second, and handed it to him.
'My name is Chester, friend.'
"Chester, huh? Has a nice ring. Okay, Chester. You've got your job, go on. I'll tell them you went exploring to the city. Which isn't really wrong."
It nodded and jumped from his shoulder into the trees. With a tip of its hat, it was gone.
"What a nice little fellow."
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'I'm going to kill that little rat. I told it to tell us. I TOLD IT!'
Navlaan grumbled irritably as he dodged another swipe from the black monster in front of him. It looked more like the beasts of Yharnam, but it acted very different. It stood on hind legs instead of all fours, and it was much faster with it's attacks. He slashed at its claws as they came forward again, and they came clean off. With it preoccupied, he stabbed forward and jabbed into its skull. It died on the spot and he kicked it off his blade.
There weren't many, but they had pushed them closer to the city. Protecting the Doll was his priority, and if he had to give ground to do that he would. Latune was a few yards ahead of him, much faster and more damaging in her attacks. He dodged back as another claw entered his vision. With a crouch, he grabbed his hammer from its holster and smashed it down on the beast. It fell to the ground, but he couldn't follow up as another took its place.
Navlaan groaned and dodged back, looking toward the Doll. On her shoulder rested the object of his annoyance, "Oh finally decided to show up, huh Chester? What happened to keeping watch!"
It brought up its hand and pointed toward the city. Following it's finger, Navlaan saw a group of people rushing toward them. People with white masks.
"Oh God dammit!"
Turning back to the beasts, he dodged under a swipe and called toward Latune. "Back up, we've got company!" He dodged again and stabbed forward, straight into its gut. Slashing outward, he almost cut it in half. Leaving its dissolving corpse, he turned to the Doll and pulled her toward the tree line. The group had reached them and had began to fire at the Grimm. Outmatched, the creatures began to slink away into the shadows.
Hiding the Doll behind him, Navlaan hefted his hammer above his shoulder, prepared to strike if necessary. Half of the group members brought up their guns at him, and the other half aimed at Latune. One of the group approached slowly, and he saw with surprise that it was the woman, Kalrin. Her mouth was set in a thin line, and this close he could see bumps under her hair.
'Is that her extra feature?'
She looked irritated, and after looking at him for several seconds, she circled around him to look at the Doll. He tensed, and those with guns aimed at him tensed as well. She looked confused at the Doll's appearance, before turning and walking toward Latune. He let out a breath and focused on the people around him. Some of them looked unsure about their actions, and some looked ready to shoot him without a second thought.
"Stand down." Navlaan turned to Kalrin, her voice hard and commanding. "They are coming with us. I'm sure Torchwick would have a fit if we don't have a good excuse for going off course. Eris, Lyra, take their weapons. Persephone, tie them up."
Latune scoffed."And what, you think we'll just let you take us?"
Kalrin turned to her again. "You will, or I'll be forced to shoot you. I'm sure that at least half of this group wouldn't hesitate to fire on Humans"
Many in the group, about seven, chuckled and laughed. Kalring turned to them. "That's enough now." She turned to Navlaan. "Weapons, now. Don't make a scene."
Navlaan looked around, and sighed. No escape without someone getting hurt or killed. He lifted his hammer and slammed it down hilt up onto the road. The ground cracked in several places, and many of the group backed up. Grabbing his blunderbuss, he set it sideways on the hammer and looked to Latune. "Put it down. We're outmatched." She looked like she was going to disregard him, but he glared at her. "Now."
She looked down, agitated, and sheathed her sword. taking it off her belt, she handed it to one of the White Fang members, and put her pistol in her other hand. Kalrin looked to the one named Persephone, and she went forward with several pairs of odd looking objects. Going up to Latune first, she held out the object.
"Hands."
Latune looked at her angrily and shoved her hands forward. The objects latched around her wrists, and she stood dumbfounded as they secured themselves. Persephone walked over to him and he held out his hands calmly. It was a bit jolting, having the things latch to his wrists, but he tried not to be surprised. Finally, she turned to the Doll, and motioned for her hands. Doll held them out, and the woman stared.
"Umm, ma'am?"
"What?"
"These aren't going to work for this one."
Kalrin walked over. "Why not?"
"Her hands are made of wood."
"...What, like a prosthetic?"
Persephone turned to her. "No, like actual wood." She turned back to the Doll "Move your hands around."
The Doll complied slowly, and the woman turned back to Kalrin. "See?"
Kalrin stood slightly dumbfounded, "Do that again."
"I would appreciate it if you didn't order around my companion."
They both turned to Navlaan, and Kalrin slowly walked up to him. "I can do whatever the hell I want at the moment. You're my prisoners, and I damn well want to see how she did it."
"She's made of wood."
"...What?"
"I said. She. Is. Made. Of. Wood. And she can clearly answer your questions, but I would like it if you stopped forcing her."
Navlaan stared calmly down at the woman, as if daring her to object. She did. "There will be a lot of forcing today. Get used to it." She turned back to her group. "Someone get me some rope!"
She turned back to him. "The White Fang doesn't much like humans. Be glad I found you, or you'd be dead where you stand."
And she walked away.
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This didn't feel right while I wrote it, and I'll probably go back and edit it.
Lads and Lasses, I'm truly scared for the characters of RWBY, but I have so much material to work with now when I get to volume 3, so I don't really know how I feel right now. That episode truly was al-arm-ing, wasn't it?
See ya Friday, Bye!
(Edit: I added a small fight scene with Mercury, and made a few adjustments to different conversations.)
