Hey guys, RemnusPast here, with the twenty fifth chapter of Hotline RWBY: Requiem for the Fans! Hoo boy, I feel like the chapters are getting shorter recently... I'll try to change that, but no promises. Anyways, here's the chapter!
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Junior's Club
"So you wanna leave the criminal world now, Noire? ... I can't say that I wasn't going to be surprised by this, you did seem like you wanted out a long time ago... but if you do want out, I guess you'd have to do one last mission for me, is that fair?" Junior watched Corey, as he was trying to wait for her decision. She appeared to be thinking rather tensely about it, after all, it was a rather difficult missions. She was to infiltrate the compound of the new upstart gang, which were calling themselves the Leather Rackets. These guys were new, but they had begun to distract and hit other operations of the more stable crime organizations. Even though their assaults weren't doing any damage, and were rather annoying, the families still noticed that if left unchecked, these upstart punks could become a large threat. Which was why they wanted someone, or some group, to take them out for them. They knew that the Leather Racket's stronghold and headquarters were going to be well defended, and it would be a large war to just wipe them out. Therefore, they were going to use their one ace in the hole: Noire Monochrome. The pay was going to be around thousands of lien, but at the same time, Corey sincerely did not want to undergo this mission. She didn't care about the pay... but if it was the last mission...
With that, she sighed and nodded her head, knowing full well that if Junior went back on his word, she could just trash his gang and the club she was in right now. Junior handed her some papers that included the blueprint of the building and the address. If he wanted this to be done right, then she had to be well informed about the location, it wouldn't help to lose a large payday since his ace in the hole died. Then again, she was leaving, but hey, it might help to have it all end in a good note. With that, Noire nodded, and left the club, intent on getting to the location of the mission and finishing it off quickly. When she left, Junior sighed, at the idea of losing a rather good source of income and a great ace in the hole. Then again, she did take a good bit of the payroll, although that was a bit fair. With that, he was going to miss being able to utilize her as an asset, she had helped him rise within the criminal underworld.
He looked around the club, and saw the rest of his henchmen and his two lieutenants. Despite the fact that he did have a good amount of henchmen, they were nearly all incompetent. Only his two lieutenants were somewhat good, but not nearly as good as Noire. With that, he poured himself a glass of whiskey, he had a feeling he would be regretting this decision when time went on...
Indigo and Currant's Apartment
Indigo sighed as she finished off the sketching in front of her. Right now, she was attempting to draw the scene of the city from her window, and it was looking rather good. True, it was a sketch, but that didn't meant that she couldn't improve on it. Right now, Currant was out and working in Guissimo's, acting as the new head chef there. They both had left their respective mafia families a few months ago, as their relationship had gotten even further. Now they were acting as a couple, as they both moved into one apartment together. Despite that, they still had their respective weapons, which were hidden inside their own rooms. The civilian life was boring, but it was a good, fresh breath away from the Mafioso lifestyle. At least now, she had more time on her hands to actually improve on her drawings and paintings. She had become somewhat recognized in the art world, getting small commissions for paintings and drawings. Right now, the sketch she was doing was for her own free time, she found it rather relaxing to actually be able to draw something of her own thought.
She remembered Noire, and could continually notice how much Noire actually wanted to leave the criminal lifestyle too. Unfortunately for her, she had not been able to obtain the mass lien storage that she needed to use as an escape parachute, and had been stuck in the life for nearly two years. Although it was the least to say, since Indigo and Currant had spent more than two years with their respective families, she was being sent on suicide missions every week or so. It was crazy how many times she barely escaped death, Indigo was a bit scared of her now. However, thanks to Noire's persuasion, she and Currant were able to leave the criminal gang and get together more, exploring the depths of their relationships. She had to admit, Noire was a rather good friend.
She picked up one of her pens, and started to make a line drawing out of the sketch. She was rather proud of the sketch, and she would have to go to Emerald Forest or maybe Beacon to get another drawing done. After all, she did like the aspect of drawing. It gave her a sense of relaxation and calm, not to mention joy. She knew that Currant absolutely loved his new job, he never got to boss anyone around during his time at the Mafia. Now that he was head chef of the restaurant, he was free to order people around, something she knew that he genuinely liked. Then again, he was passionate about cooking, as he was the one that usually made the two of them the meals of the day. In fact, he had created numerous fancy meals, including the numerous chocolate sculptures and the fancy steak and caviar dinner they had together one romantic evening. They had shared a bed that day, and now they were looking for a rather spacious one bedroom apartment. They both felt like they were ready to take the next step up, and actually try to get a marriage.
They had become a couple around ten months ago, with the frequent and numerous time they spent together. When Noire became overwhelmed with work and couldn't come to their meet ups at the usual time, they were the only ones that went on the hang outs. Casual visits to certain arcades and parks became dates where they would meet at a cafe, laughing and talking about each other interests. They became more intertwined, and became romanced with each other. Soon, they were at the kiss stage, and their mafia Dons attempted to split them up. After dealing with one entire month of attempted split ups, they decided to leave their families and get together, and they could only hope that the Wicket and Warrick families would not hold a large grudge. Then again, those two families were heavily invested on discovering where Carmine went, the slippery fat fuck. He had managed to disappear from Vale, and it was rumored that he had actually gotten away, and was residing in Vacuo. The irony was that he was actually buried deep under his own hideout, rotting there for the past two years. Roman Torchwick had invaded his compound, but found it even more profitable to just outright murder Carmine. Despite the fact that Carmine pleaded for his life and offered him numerous amounts of lien, Torchwick just found him an annoyance and killed him. No one knew that Carmine was actually dead.
Beacon Academy, Ozpin's Office
Ozpin stared at his Scroll, looking through numerous news that was going on within Vale and the other cities. So far, White Fang activities had gotten a bit more aggressive, and they had begun to assault the Schnee Corporation's assets along the way. Even though he wanted to help the Schnee Corps out, his advice was denied due to the fact that they were slowly getting assistance from Atlas. The Schnees had begun to receive numerous security bots that could help guard their trains, and now they were using less human guards than before. At this point, the Schnees had evolved to the point where they relied heavily on security robots to actually help protect their assets. The robots did work, as they had helped prevent several White Fang assaults... but at the same time, they weren't that good either. Numerous other assaults by the White Fang proved to be utterly victorious, although they weren't doing a large amount of damage to the Schnee's financial status. There was a notable amount of criminal activity, but not enough that the VPD had to be alerted.
Then there was the entire lack of the brutal murders. Ozpin himself knew that no killer would immediately quit, no murderer would actually stop killing. It was within their nature, and he knew that far too well. He had been forced to put down bloodthirsty hunters one too many. Despite this, this kind of brutality was far beyond the scope of any hunters' blood thirst. This one was by far more frightening, and in a way, much more dangerous to actually apprehend. If this person was able to stop killing for two years... he was not going to look forward to when the person regained their blood lust. Not only that, but the fact that this person had managed to keep a trail that is nearly impossible to follow... that thought just made Ozpin wonder what on Remnant he was actually up against.
He shook his head as he tried to get that thought out of his mind. For all he knew, the culprit was dead, and that meant that the peace was somewhat restored, minus the entire White Fang incidents. However, none of the White Fang's assaults on the Schnee Corporation was his worry, that had been laid onto the Atlas Security Companies that existed within Vale. Despite this, he was set on keeping the peace that existed, and he did not want to see another war erupt between the kingdoms. That would only aggravate the Grimm to act even more, and he did not want that thought nor that idea to become realistic. No, if it meant that he had to focus his entire life to doing so, he would need to find more potential hunters to help become the true protectors of peace. Even with his cunning intellect, none of that would be feasible if he didn't have anyone to actually help bring and secure the peace. With that, he looked at the numerous first - year student teams within Beacon, and noticed that team CFVY had some good potential. He nodded his head, and kept a note, stating that they would have to be given harsher training. He would do that for everyone, however, he had to choose one control group and see the rewards that could be produced. With that, he leaned back into his chair, and poured another cup of coffee. He would be working in his office for a while now.
Ye Olde Dust Shoppe
"Well... it's been a fine two years, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to close shop once and for all. Not much business coming anymore, I'm afraid." Mark sighed at the news, sad that he was losing a job and a friend. It had been a good two years, working with this great shopkeeper. They had some good experiences together, such as dealing with a horrible Dust incident that could have went wrong. However, since the Schnee Dust transports were getting hit, it made the Schnee Dust transports to become less frequent and more slow, causing the shop to quickly lose stock. With a small stock, there came a slow downturn of customers, forcing the Shop to actually start to decline. Despite the fact that the shop had continually created numerous attempts to garner more customers, which nearly all succeeded, they were still in a time of downfall. With that, the owner thought it was a better idea to close the shop and not risk anymore dangerous income loss. It was going to make the owner sleep better at night.
Thankfully for Mark, that meant that the owner planned to not use the equipment in the shop anymore. That meant that they were going to be up for purchase, and Mark had the lien to buy them all. He knew that Ash was going to appreciate the new equipment, and it was going to be rather useful for Ash to help improve his craft. There was numerous Dust stored within the shop that was for sale as well, and Mark had already purchased them. He was now getting some person to try to transport the equipment and Dust to their house, he felt as though Ash was going to be happy about the new incoming materials. With that, he helped put down the sign of the Dust Shop. It was a sad feeling in his heart when he saw it go, but then again, he was twenty one now. That meant that he could pursue a career of his original job in Miami; being a bartender. With that, he kept it in his mind to scout out for good locations for a bar, and maybe visit some other bars. He'd need to see how different Vale bars actually were from that of Miami's. He'd need to make his bar unique, after all.
The Fan's Home
Ash was busy in the forge, making the new and improved Dust pistol. If he managed to replicate the power of a normal pistol and the capabilities, then he would have succeeded in something. Then he could just mass produce those pistols, and maybe sell them off to some customers. He didn't plan on making a large, actual functioning factory, just enough where he was able to create certain weapons for his friends. The pistol was the first thing he worked on, making the actual frame and the parts of the pistol weren't that difficult. The actual difficulty came to calibrating the Dust capabilities. He used Fire Dust as an ignition agent, but it just wasn't as good as gunpowder. He was currently in the process of mixing different Dust in order to actually create a Dust that was strong enough to replicate the gunpowder that he was used to. Not only that, but he had to also create different bullet types that were utilized in each different gun. He had the different bullets that were used within the world, courtesy of Mark, but the problem was that they were all calibrated to somewhat weaker types of ignition. Which meant he had to make his own bullets, which he imagined that other hunters did.
As he started to work with different types of dust, he could hear someone enter the house, and he could imagine that it was one of his friends. He heard his basement door getting knocked on, and he opened the door, and the doorway revealed Mark standing there, carrying some equipment. With that, Mark started to walk down the stairs, with Ash moving past to help him get through. Mark set down the machine, and went back up, which Ash presumed was to get even more. Ash followed Mark, so that he could get all that equipment down to the basement quicker. The more time he had to actually work on the weapons, the better it was.
A few minutes later...
Ash went back to work, mixing several Dust and refining them to try to recreate the explosive power he needed. He took out a metal container with a glass view, so he could see how it looked. He placed the Dust crystal he had created into the box, and then made sure that the glass was strong enough to contain the explosion. He set some pressure into the crystal, and went back when he saw the explosion. The explosion was rather strong, and in fact, was a little bit stronger than gunpowder. He had managed to recreate the gunpowder he wanted, and he quickly took a look at his numerous notes, to make sure what kind of mixture it actually was. Reading the notes, he grinned, finally having the perfect replicate of gunpowder he wanted. He turned around to actually work on the bullet, and he wiped his wet brow of sweat. The basement was pretty hot, to the point where he was sweating quite a bit. He would have to install numerous windows to actually allow the heat to leave. He began to create a mold for the bullet, referencing the book he had in front of him to do so. It wouldn't do for him to waste numerous amounts of lien trying to create his own version of a bullet, he had to get it right.
After the mold was made, and the bullet was somewhat made, he carefully made the gunpowder Dust and created it into a powder form, working as smoothly as he could. He was working slowly, in order to make any dangerous mistakes. He knew one mistake, and the entire house will blow up into flames. When he finally put in the powder into the bullet, he began to insert the charge, working very carefully. When he finally put in the charge, he sealed the bullet, and blew on it when he was done. He now had a 9mm pistol bullet, and when he compared it to the pistol round he had in his normal pistol, they looked completely identical. He took the bullet, and inserted it into his own Dust pistol. Carrying the pistol, he walked outside to the backyard, aimed at the ground, and fired.
The gunshot spread throughout the neighborhood, and some people looked out their windows, wondering what the noise was. Ash quickly walked back into the house, now knowing full well of the pistol's potential. Armed with that knowledge, he headed back into the hot basement, intent on making even more bullets and actually plotting out Mark's SMGs. He would need to make them, after all... then he realized he had to make magazines for the bullets too. Sighing, he went back to his room, intent on getting his pistol to get a frame of the magazine. He would have to make a stop at Mark's as well, in order to actually figure out how the magazines of the SMGs looked... it was going to be a long night.
And that was the twenty fifth installment of Hotline RWBY! I sincerely hope you enjoyed this chapter, this is getting rather harder to write each day now. Please, review, favorite, follow, and recommend! I want to hear your feedback, I really do! And as always, enjoy hurting other people!
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Aquas1998: She does want to open her own club, but sad to say... she's not tired of killing. She's just absolutely sick of going on suicide missions and risking her neck to improve some other criminal organization. As for those two, that chapter will give you those answers.