Hello there Lads And Lasses.

Here we are once again, ready for another chapter to unfold. (And I know that this will be late, I'm sorry, the edits took longer than I thought, and I was struck with a large period of writer's block.) But I have a question for you all, and this will probably make me look a little stupid, but oh well.

Do I need to do a disclaimer? I mean I probably should, but I think we all know that I don't own anything to do with RWBY or Bloodborne, soooo...

I'll do one now, but I'd really appreciate if someone could explain that to me, thanks.

'I don't own RWBY or Bloodborne, they belong to their own separate companies.'

ENJOY!

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The Plan

POV: Navlaan

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Navlaan looked up at Chester in surprise. That surprise quickly flooded into anger and relief, respectively. Anger, because he had not watched the camp closely enough, and relief that he was there now.

"Get down here, and help the doll out of these rope" Navlaan whispered up. Chester nodded and after a moment's hesitation, he jumped down. Navlaan reached up with both hands and caught him, though having your hands forced together made catching things much more difficult.

Setting him down near the Doll's hands, he turned to look back at Latune, who was still ranting loudly. She apparently still hadn't noticed Chester, and he used that to his advantage. Walking over to the door, he leaned his ear up to it and listened. Calm breathing reached his ears, and he sighed. Moving back over to Latune, he grabbed her shoulder and shook her a bit.

This close up, he could actually see her expressions, and she wasn't happy in the slightest. "What, what do you want!?"

He spoke in a calm, normal voice. "That's enough Latune." He held a finger to his lips, before pointing to the Doll and Chester.

She took a moment to understand, before it clicked. "Ohh, how long-"

He quickly covered her mouth, glaring at her. "Do you want us to get caught? There is a guard right in front of the door, keep it down."

Her eyes widened slightly, and she nodded. He let go, and turned around to look at the door. No abnormal noise, and the handle wasn't turning. They were still in the clear.

Walking back to the Doll, he watched as chester finally got the ropes undone. Smiling in satisfaction, he bent down and pick him up. Lifting Chester to his eyes, he started speaking in a soft voice. "Alright now, how did you find us?"

The messenger nodded and reached under his hat. Pulling out a piece of paper, he looked at it for several seconds before handing it to him. He read it out loud quietly.

Followed the man with the cane

Went to a building

Invader was there

Navlaan's eyes bulged. "Jazabelle is with them?!" He whispered loudly.

Chester lifted a finger to his mouth, and gestured for him to keep reading. He sighed, irritated and angry, and continued.

They talked about hurting people

Talked about hurting friends

Got caught

Took a portal here

Invader will be here soon

"Soon? How soon?"

Chester shrugged and took back the paper. He stared at it again and gave it back.

Tomorrow at the earliest

She had a task to do first

Navlaan groaned quietly, and looked down at Chester again. "The man with the cane, Roman, do you know where he is?"

Chester shook his head, and grabbed the paper again. Handing it back, Navlaan snatched it out of his hands and read.

The portal was long

I slept long

He will be here soon

He could be here now

"Great, just great. Anything else?"

Chester shook his head, and Navlaan put his hand over his eyes. He hadn't actually slept since the Grimm attack. Looking back to the group, they all looked at him with varying degrees of worry. He sighed and went back to the door. Putting his to the wood, he listened. The sound of voices slowly reached him, both women. As they got closer, their guard spoke up.

"Am I free to go now?"

A quiet voice answered him back. "Yes, but Torchwick called for you. He's somewhere on the train."

The man sighed, and his footsteps sounded throughout the hall. He heard a slam, which he guessed was the trap door, and it was silent once again.

Turning back to the others, he silently walked over to them and spoke in a low voice. "Well, now there are two guards. This just got harder, but I have a plan."

"First, Chester, is there any way to see the guards from the airways?" He nodded. "Okay, I need you up there. You need to be quiet, and you need to watch them. If they start acting tired at any point, get down here and tell us. Understand?"

Chester nodded once again, and Navlaan grabbed him, setting him on his hand. Reaching up, Navlaan got Chester as close to the airway as possible, and motioned for him to jump. He took a few moments, before he jumped up and grabbed the edge. Pulling himself up, he waved down at them before disappearing from sight. Navlaan turned back to the Doll and Latune. "Alright, now Doll, " She jumped when he looked to her. "I need you to watch for Chester. We will probably be here for a while, and I know I can't stay awake that long, but you don't need sleep. If either of us fall asleep, wake us when Chester comes back. Can you do that?"

She nodded her head and leaned against the wall, looking up at the hole in the ceiling. Finally, Navlaan turned to Latune. "When we have the signal, we both need to start banging on the door. Hit it as hard as you can. When they start yelling at us, we both stop. This door seems to be hollow, so it should be fairly breakable. I am going to charge it, and when it comes down I need you to get out and attack the guards. They should be fairly disoriented, and you can surprise them. What do you think?"

Latune stared at him for several seconds, before she started to chuckle softly and shake her head. After a few moments, she spoke in an exasperated tone. "Alright, and what happens after we take them out. Are we supposed to get through the entire place and out with these things on?" She shook her wrists "And what about our weapons and bags? Where are we going to find those? Have you thought about any of this!?"

Navlaan looked at her in disbelief. "Hey, I'm just trying to get us out, I haven't exactly thought about afterwards!"

"And another thing-"

"Latune? Navlaan?"

"I don't hear any ideas from you, so why are you complaining?!"

"Navlaan!"

"Well at least I'm trying to think it completely through first!"

"Latune!"

"What!" They both spoke at the same to the Doll. She pointed to the door, where two women stood looking at them with smirks on their faces, both of their eyes covered by a mask. One was about five and a half feet tall, with a hood over her head and brown bangs hanging down from under it. The second was about a foot taller than her companion, and had short, dark purple hair. She also had a thin tail of the same color coming out from behind her.

Navlaan turned from them, to Doll, to Latune, before going back to the women. "Hehe, we were just-CHARGE!" He barreled toward them, ramming directly into the purple haired one's stomach. He quickly climbed on top of her, holding an arm against her throat to force her down, before he noticed that he wasn't actually touching her. Rather, he was about an inch away from her neck. She brought up one hand to his face and punched him.

The first hit knocked off his glasses, disorienting him long enough for her to get her hand under his arm and start to push it away. He righted himself and began to add more pressure to his arm. She punched at him again, but he was ready this time and ducked in, slamming his forehead into hers. It didn't hit, but it forced her head into the floor, and seemed to knock her mask off.

She had a pair of startlingly deep brownish-red eyes, and they were currently out of focus. He took the advantage by padding more pressure to her throat. It didn't do anyhting noticeable, but she seemed to start panicking.

'Why the hell can't I hit her?!'

She punched again, and it connected once again. She disoriented him, and as he tried to right himself she kneed upward, shoving him forward over her head and onto the floor. He stood quickly, and faced her. She was glaring at him, and rubbing her throat with one hand. Her other hand was clenched in a fist around a strange gun, and then she opened her mouth.

"You goddamn fucking moron! We are here to help you!"

He took several seconds to fully understand what she had just said, before his mind went reeling. He stared at her confused, before he turned to the other girl. She was standing in the doorway, holding her hand outward, palm pointed up and open. His gaze moved past her, and his jaw about dropped.

He saw Latune, still in the room, on the ground in a very awkward stance. Her legs and arms were both in a stance for running, but looked almost frozen. She looked as if she had been stopped mid sprint, and someone had moved to her side and tipped her over. The only thing that seemed to work was her head, as she was glaring up at the woman. She spoke in an irate tone.

"What the Hell?! What did you do!?"

The woman spoke in a calm voice, almost monotone but with a bit of amusement. "I sent an electrical charge through your body, causing all of your skeletal muscle to tense, and you to stop in place. Without movement, you lost stability and fell over."

"...And what the hell does that mean?"

The woman sighed, and her tone switched from calm and amused to calm and condescending. "I shocked you and paralyzed you temporarily."

Navlaan turned to the tall woman, who had stopped glaring at him. She was looking down the hallway toward the exit. She looked back at him with a worried look. "Quickly, get back in the room."

"Why should-"

"Go NOW, I think someone is coming."

He hesitated for a moment, before moving back past the woman and crouching near Latune. Said woman bent down and tapped her, before moving out of the room and shutting the door. As he tried to help Latune up, she shakily pushed him away and promptly fell over again. She glared at him, before trying again.

'I don't think she's actually stopped glaring since we got captured.' He looked down at her, before looking at the door. 'That's actually sort of unnerving.'

Moving over to the door, he lifted his hand behind him to stop Latune's ranting and listened.

"What was that noise?"

"Humans got a little rowdy, taught them a little lesson." 'That's the tall one.'

"Well, they seem quiet now. Any more problems, and one of you come get us. Don't need humans running around when we're this close to being done with the train. Got it?"

There was an affirmative noise, and a hum, and after a few seconds the door echoed through the hall. After what felt like a minute, the door opened again and the two guards both walked in. The tall one looked from him, to Latune, to the Doll. Finally, she spoke.

"Alright, come here. I have a key for your handcuffs."

After several seconds, Navlaan stepped forward and presented his wrists. Instead of a key, she produced a small card from her pants pocket and waved it over the cuffs. They beeped for a second, before unlatching and falling to the ground. She moved to Latune and did the same to her, before returning the card to her pocket. Standing back, she put a hand on her chin and pushed upwards. A pop sounded through the room, and she let her hand fall to her side. Narrowing her eyes, she turned to Navlaan. "Was the strangling really necessary? All you did put a crick in my neck."

Navlaan looked at her in silence, before he started chuckling. It swiftly turned into a quiet laughter, and he finally stopped after a few seconds. As he wheezed, he looked at her incredulously. "I attacked you, and tried to knock you unconscious, and all you can say is that I put a crick in your neck?"

She looked at him quizzically "What do you mean, put me unconscious? It would have been much longer before you got though my aura."

"Aura?"

"Yeah, you know, the manifestation of our souls?"

'That cheating great one mentioned something about this, they use their souls to fight back Grimm. This Aura could be incredibly useful.'

"Alright, so you have the arcane-like ability to control your soul. What the hell was the electric thing that brown-bangs did to me?" Latune asked.

"That was her semblance, she has a form of...what did you call it?" She turned to her small partner.

She gave a small sigh. "It's a form of myokinesis."

All she got were blank stares, even from her partner. "It allows me to control the movement of muscles in others. For example, stopping most of the muscles you use for movement in order to stop you. I need contact though, as I have transfer electricity into the body for it to work."

Navlaan listened with interest. While aura sounded incredibly useful, this semblance sounded like it could stop anything in it's tracks. Before he could question further, the tall one spoke again. "Anyway, we need to talk about your escape. We know that-"

Latune interrupted quickly. "We won't talk about anything until you tell us why you're helping us. So start explaining."

The tall one hesitated, before nodding her head. "I guess I wouldn't trust us either if we just up and decided to help some human prisoners. But I think introductions are in order, my name is Eris Mourn, and my friend here is Lyra Merton. What are yours?"

"I am Navlaan the Executioner, and hunter- well, former hunter of the Hunter's Dream."

"Oh, a hunter? What school did you go to?"

Navlaan stopped at this, unable to form an answer. 'She must mean the hunters that Moon Presence mentioned.' It didn't help with answering. Hunters were indoctrinated for their physical prowess for some time, toward the beginning of their creation. But eventually it came down to those who would actually accept the offer. Hunting beast meant hunting your fellow Yharnamites, and very few could handle that. Navlaan only joined because he knew that it would help him in finding his master, and though it was a risky gamble, but it had turned out fairly well. And he met both the Doll and Gehrman through it.

Turning his attention back back to the question, he shook his head and spoke. "Not the type of hunter you are thinking of, but you could say I was an apprentice." Which was true, as his master was involved in the training of most executioners.

Latune spoke up next. "I am Latune, formerly a knight of Cainhurst Castle. Though I can guess that doesn't mean much to you." Eris shook her head, and Latune nodded.

Finally the Doll spoke up. "I am the Doll of the dream, meant to guide hunters on their journey." Her voice got soft, almost mournful. "Though, I don't think that really applies anymore."

Eris nodded her head slowly, obviously confused. "Allright...fairly easy to remember. Well, for the reason we are helping you...there's really only one."

She looked down, as if sad. Lyra decided at that moment to remove her mask, revealing a set of soft violet irises. Her tone was ever calm. "The White Fang is not what it used to be. We fought for the rights of faunus in many ways, but violence was always unacceptable. Our former leader was explicit that violence would never solve this problem, and those found using those methods were removed from the Fang." Her voice hardened slightly. "But about five years ago, something changed. Our old leader stepped down for some reason, and someone new took up the mantle. Instantly things started to change; peaceful protests became riots. People started to kill and maim those who stood against them, and eventually we became some sort of mercenary group for hire."

"Many of us took to this change well, I'm sad to say. But there are a few of us who don't exactly agree with the new methods." Her voice softened. "But for many of us, it's all we've ever known. I don't remember a time before the White Fang, and I kept hoping that maybe we could change, to go back to how it once was. It was a foolish hope, and we've just learned of what this whole operation was for."

Her eyes watered slightly, taking on a glossy, sad look. Eris moved next to her and rubbed her back soothingly. When it seemed that Lyra was done speaking, Eris took to finish explaining. "This place, the train, the dust...it's all here for a horrible plot, like out of those action movies you see nowadays." Navlaan had no idea what she meant, but she didn't elaborate. "The train is filled with a bombs. They're going to blow holes in the subway, and let in Grimm. They're going to lead them to Vale, and put a hole in the wall...and let all the Grimm through..." Her voice trailed off, before she mumbled something barely audible.

"They're going to kill so many people..."

They all stood in silence for several minutes, digesting the new information. Navlaan still had one question on his mind, though.

"What does this have to do with us?"

Eris looked up at him confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, why are you helping us. You don't need to, in fact it will probably slow your progress until we got out weapons."

Her eyes lit up in realization, and a small smile appeared on her lips. "Oh, right. Us rescuing you has less to do with your help, and more with Kalrin's conscious."

Latune perked up at this, an angry look on her face again. "You mean the bitch that captured us?"

Eirs turned to her. "If by bitch you mean our oh so 'great' leader, then yes." She looked at Navlaan. "She told us about your little conversation, and apparently what you said hit her deep. She actually didn't want to capture you, but on of our scouts reported you, and she couldn't just ignore it. Us helping you is just her way of apologizing."

Navlaan smiled at this, and he turned to Latune and Doll. "Well, I think they sound genuine. What about you two?"

The Doll nodded without hesitation, and Latune hesitated before nodding her head reluctantly. He turned back to them and smiled a bit wider. "Well, there's your answer." He looked up at the airway. "Chester, get down here!"

There was a rumbling noise, before Chester fell from the vents and onto Navlaan's head. Eris looked shocked for a moment, before she shrieked slightly.

"What the hell is that!?"

Navlaan smirked slightly. "Oh, this? This is Chester, our little messenger. He also makes a great scout, and he's fairly useful in several other areas as well."

She looked wary as she nodded her head, backed away slightly. Lyra, however, approached and looked at him with increasing interest. "Where did you find him?"

The Doll spoke up at this. "He is a little one, a being of the dream that acts as a messenger for hunters, hence the term 'messenger'. They may not look it, but they are incredibly intelligent and very protective, in their own way."

Chester looked over to the Doll, as if he were smiling at her, before turning back to Lyra. He removed his hat and bowed, imitating the usual hunter greeting, before moving to Navlaan's shoulders.

Navlaan clapped his hands. "Alright you said you had a plan to escape. What did you have in mind?"

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Well, that was...interesting. And it took so much longer than I wanted it to. It was actually supposed to be a type of filler chapter, which is also why I thought I could go back and edit the other chapters. I didn't think that I would get writers block instead.

So frustrating.

Anyway, thank you guys for your patience. Even if it was only a few days off, I am still sorry it wasn't to the schedule.

Speaking of schedules, screw them. I've decided that as long as I get a chapter in every week and a half or so, I'm good. No more set dates, they'll just go up as they're made.

Also, NEW NAME! The Man with a Top Hat sounds much better to me.

Thanks, Lads and Lasses. Lets hope for no more writers block, eh? Bye!