Here's the chapter, sorry for the long wait - Lotta stuff happened, well, not really, most of it is procrastination and bad scores, but that's life - you don't work hard for it, you get shit for it. Anyways, enjoy! ~ :)
As the sun rises in Remnant, Amara slowly wakes up in her bed, wearing a blank dark purple tank top with purple dark purple pajamas, and looks around her room here in Beacon; decorated with a purple carpet, purple lights, purple curtains, all in monochromatic purple in different tints and hues. Not like her home in Sanctuary or back in Partali, but at least it's much more cleaner and orderly than both of the aforementioned.
Amara gets up from her bed and hops out of the bed, stretching her arms with a big smile - she then opens the curtains to see a bird flying by, tweeting with glee - only to be shot by a stray bullet, killing the bird, and snapping her from her happy morning - well, at least it's normal. She glances down to see Meat-Thief laughing maniacally as it fires a commonly used Hyperion submachine gun, thankfully Flak calmed Meat-Thief down by confiscating such gun and leads him to gather with the Pack for breakfast, both of Flak's pets are eagerly hungry, must be some good food down there.
Speaking of breakfast, it's high-time Amara needs to take a dine with the food here in Remnant, hopefully it isn't as disgusting as the burgers from the Dynasty Diner back in Promethea, and perfect like the coffee in the Rise N' Grind coffee shop again . . . in Promethea.
Once Amara heads down the stairs, letting out another yawn she sees Zane, cooking breakfast for the team - with Flak and his beasts, the former calming the latter that it's feeding time. Amara raises an eyebrow at the hitman. "Y-you can cook?".
Zane flips the steak and adds the perfect amount of seasoning at the beef steak, then turns to Amara. "Ayyyy! ~ Top of the morning, Amara! Uh YEAH I CAN COOK! - I wasn't jokin' when I said 'I'm a lot of things' well, I guess being a chef does gets covered up by the popular jobs, like contract killers, mercenaries, teachers, or maybe a goddamn politician. Bein' a chef' is underrated, lass. Now go on, and have a seat, today we're havin' beef steak - it's kinda like their skag steak here, except they eat grass and not people or anything that's edible be it aliens, or friggin' robots."
As Amara sits down, she glances at Tannis, who appears to have eye bags on her. "Damn, Tannis - did you spend your entire night reading the books around here? Flak already found a goddamn database for that."
"Actually I was busy talking to Sir Hammerlock apparently - they're leaving us while they head back to Pandora, the B-Team there have gathered supplies, and they're also making the trip worthwhile by heading back to Eden-6 and Promethea.", she replies as she takes a seat right between them.
"MORNING, PEOPLE!", Moze kicks down the door and screamed as she arrives in a dirty mechanic outfit, tired with maintaining Iron Bear, early in the morning. She takes off her welding helmet and her welding goggles as she takes a deep breath of fresh air along with the fresh beef steak.
But Amara feels a slight change in the air as she sniffs the air again and pinches her nose, and her face contorted into disgust. "Guh - what's that stench, Moze?".
Moze takes off her heavy clothing that's meant for working operations and place it on the side of the dining room. She then sits down and glances at the brawler, and she smells her both of her arms and shrugs her shoulders. "Just a couple of power core liquid I tried to use as a substitute fuel - Got a few before we landed, gotta thank Gaige for that, bestie always got the best tools and the best parts." she smirks at them, but before Amara could reply, they are both interrupt by a large plate with juicy steaks.
The four Crimson Raiders glance at the Operative, smirking confidently at them. "Bon appetit ~ Ladies and gentlebot. That's actually me first dish I've cooked in this planet - didn't realize the ingredients were so easy to get and there are variety of them in Vale, or could be more in the outer kingdoms! - Heh, may start a cuisine business here - but fer' now, let's all chow down.", the Operative, together with the group, all ate together, except for Flak, who just tear the juicy beef steak evenly for his pets . . . and surprisingly - they all loved it. Not as disgusting as fried skags or ratch, but ACTUAL meat.
The Vault Hunters then eat together, and the sequence ends with them hearing one of the members of Team RWBY, shouting 'TO CLASS!'
Zane takes a piece of his beef steak and sighs, "Welp, looks like somebody's out for blood today! Pretty sure they're classes are too boring, at least they shoot themselves out of boredom, like I did . . . ", he smirks as he hears Ruby's voice in the distance.
Moze shrugs her shoulders, while drinking a glass of orange juice she found on the fridge. "Eh, they're greenies - they're always the ones shouting first. Before they're gonna be punished - no wait, reprimanded - since this is a hoity-toity kind of school you'll see like ones on Eden-5. Gaige used to live there with her dad - but she went away after getting 3rd place in her science fair and killed her rival - she was gonna be arrested and expelled, and it's either of those sequences. If Gaige was here again as a student, pretty sure she'll experience the same thing, albeit, much more chaotic."
"But you have to give them credit - for their appropriately restrictive uniforms, they sure are agile.", Flak observes them, running around the courtyard for their next class, the robot also sees Ozpin and Glynda in the distance, the former drinking his usual black coffee, and the latter checking the time on her watch. However Flak merely discards that thought and proceeds to his first task in his first day in Remnant, same thought applies to the rest of the team.
"Anyways, it's time we shall part ways and regroup here in this temporary headquarters in 8:00 PM - we do reconnaissance around the city of Vale and gather our findings, until the rest of the Crimson Raiders arrive again.", Flak stands up from his chair and taps on his waist at his pets, one by one, digistructing them into hiding.
"Alright, Flak, see you 'round! - ", Moze waves her hand at the robot as he leaves. Flak also waves his hand as he leaves the room. Moze sighs, wondering what she and the other Vault Hunters would do. She then glances at Tannis who is also finished with her meal and standing up from her chair. "And you're gonna go to the Headmaster's Office?".
Tannis nods. "That's right! - Figured I should get one of those 'Scrolls' thingies - whether they are built as a primitive scroll or a rather metaphorical one, once I get enough knowledge out that - I may get some ideas of out it - but not of course without materials, maybe when Mr. Strongfork comes in. But for now, I must take my leave, Ta-Taaa ~ ", the scientist leaves the room, leaving the three Vault Hunters on their own.
Moze then shrugs and finishes her breakfast. "Well, at least we still have our 'mission' here in this big-ass academy. Speaking of missions - Zane were you really serious back there? You know, the whole 'loyalty to the mission' thing.", she asks the old man, while Amara is the last one to finish her breakfast too and starts cleaning up the plates.
"What, that? Pssh, nah, I got that from a scary lass who used ta' work with General Alphonso Knoxx, one time she almost killed me since I told her I used ta' work with Atlas, but I told her me occupation back then was a sanitary engineer, so - nearly bit the bullet there. Great lass. But I'm guessing she's having a vacation with her special someone in who knows where.", Zane takes a bite of a delicious salad, already standing up from his chair. "Welp, it's already in the middle of the morning anyway, so I better head out too - Crime also works at daytime since working at night, is rather easy, but cliché - so, I gotsa' go now, you two ladies better be nice here. Got a reputation to uphold with Missus Hot-witch - . . . I - That sucks, ignore that bit. Gotta go.", the Operative then heads out of the room.
In the classroom, a man in early old age. He wears a double-breasted burgundy suit with gold piping and buttons. His pants he wears tucked into olive boots, similar in appearance and construction to cavalry boots. He has gray hair and a gray mustache and appears to be slightly overweight; when he laughs his belly visibly shakes up and down. He looks at the students while pacing around the room. "Monsters . . . Demons . . . Prowlers of the night. Yes the creatures of Grimm have many names - but I merely refer to them as prey. Ha-HAAAA! ~ "
However, there are no responses from the class, (for the readers you can just imagine a cricket sound here). "Uh - and YOU shall too once you all graduate from this prestigious academy. Now as I was saying . . . Vale, as well as the other three kingdoms, are safe havens or otherwise, treacherous worlds, our planet is absolutely teeming with creatures that would love nothing more than to tear you to pieces - and that's where we come in. Huntsmen! Huntresses ~ ", he winks and clicks his tongue at Yang, of which Yang nervously chuckles at that.
He starts to pace around again, "Individuals that are sworn to protect those who cannot protect themselves - from what you ask, well, THE VERY WORLD!", one random guy cheered at the back. "- And that is what you are training to become. But first . . . a story. A tale of a young, handsome man . . . Me. When I was a boy . . . blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.", and the rest of his speaking are rendered incoherent as this was technically in the episode, and that this is the story with the Vault Hunters, not some old man about his past, to be frank.
Whilst listening to Professor Port's story, Weiss is busy paying attention to Professor Port, but unfortunately, she is seated right next to the most annoying teammate ever existed (which is in her view, by the way), she slowly glances at Ruby, dozing off, picking her nose, doodling on her notebook, and even try to balance things such as an apple, notebook and a pencil all with a silly face.
" . . . The moral of this story? A true Huntsman must be honorable, a true Huntsman must be dependable, a true Huntsman must be strategic, well-educated, and wise. So who among you believes themselves to be the embodiment of these traits?"
Weiss raises her hands out, with a frustrated face, "I DO, SIR!"
"WELL THEN! - Let's find out . . . ", Professor Port calls her on her seat, and turns to a cage behind him, hearing a loud growl inside it, followed by violent rattling, Professor Port then motions his hand at the cage, "STEP FORWARD! And face your opponent."
As Moze and Amara wander around, Moze gets a text message from Tannis, and merely rolls her eyes around and grunts, to which Amara glances at her. "What's that?"
"Tannis just sent me a text message through the Scroll . . . looks like she already had a chat with Ozpin and Glynda. It went quicker than she expected - maybe because she shared some . . . questionable information about herself, but I don't think that's the reason . . . I think.", Moze scratches the back of her head.
"Eh, they'll understand Tannis soon - I mean, not everyday you'll see a crazed Siren scientist as a leader of a resistance full of ragtag Vault Hunters and adventurers rather than an annoying teenager." Amara chuckles at that - however that soon dissipated as they see Weiss and Ruby privately conversing with each other. Amara keeps on going and tries to intervene, with the two, but Moze places a hand on her shoulder, and shakes her head, waiting until Weiss and Ruby went separate ways.
They both glance at each other, nodding and splits up; Moze heading to Ruby, and Amara with Weiss, shame Zane wasn't able to be the one who'll console the Ice Queen, maybe he could've shared some of his 'old man' wisdom on her - but then again, there's a chance he'll just be spewing drunk stories and bizarre occurrences of him naked with nothing on him but a buzz-axe and half a tube of lipstick.
As Ruby walks alone, she arrives at a balcony, looking over the city of Vale. She then sighs melancholically, thinking about her verbal quarrel with Weiss, wondering what will she do to make it up to her, but slowly doubting herself as a leader. However those thoughts stopped when a hand pops-up beside her, extending a pink rectangular candy wrapper. "Gum?"
Ruby turns to the cherry-flavored gum and slowly looks up to see Moze, giving her a nonchalant look. "I tend to chew these whenever I'm all sad and down. Don't swallow it though, it'll get stuck on your digestive track - maybe for 7 years.", Ruby nods and slowly takes it, and then opens it. Afterwards, she takes a closer looks at the small pink spherical object, then starts chewing it . . . At first she feels nothing, but then the flavor instantly kicks in, mildly surprising her.
She sits down next to her, taking out a piece of chewing gum with the same flavor and starts chewing it, although not loudly. "Listen, Ruby, Ozpin didn't made a mistake about you being a leader . . . Leaders can come in any shape or form; whether it'd be your run-of-the-mill serious kind of person with a can-do attitude or a certain insane person with a tendency for self-harm, trying out new fetishes, just plain crazy on killing destroying a bunch of stuff - WHATEVER! . . . Just . . . don't sell yourself short - there's a reason for everything, and being a leader is always fun - because not only it's hella challenging, but you also get to be a better person just by understanding each other overall.", the Gunner merely smiles at her.
Ruby stares at her amber eyes for a moment before sighing and looks down. "Yeah . . . I guess you're right - it does have it's perks - I just wish Weiss would understand."
"Oh don't worry about her . . . she'll understand . . . because she's just as flawed as we all are.", the Gunner looks at the horizon, smirking under her helmet, as she takes in the peacefulness around the Academy. "Anyways, you should be heading back to your dorm - Yang and Blake will be worried about you. Or worse, Glynda will reprimand you, and I know a feisty and harsh woman when I see one. ", That was a lie. Well, she can tell because Zane can tell, as much as she loathes it.
Weiss huffs as she goes into the Courtyard, where she can take her mind off and watch the beautiful flowers and neatly trimmed topiaries. She leans on the balcony, still a frown plastered on her face. But shifts as she feels another presence near her, she turns around to see Amara, crossing arms and smirking at her.
"I take it the lesson didn't go so well . . . ", the Siren leans her back against the balcony, staring the pristine hallway behind them.
"I should've been the leader of Team RWBY, not her.", Weiss fumes as she crosses her arms in anger.
"Frankly, my team is led by a crazy old geezer who literally doesn't take most things seriously - we always end up in trouble, everything doesn't go according to plan, but look at us! We're still here - and we're not a single bit fractured. You know what's your problem? Your ego - I know people with that kind of ego don't last long, not even in the other planets. And I can safely say that Remnant is no exception.", Amara looks down, remembering the enemies she had to face, as the Tiger of Partali and as a Crimson Raider.
"I don't have a problem! - And you don't get to criticize my personality! In fact, you should say that to Ruby, she's clearly naïve and unprepared for this."
"And what about you? - You're naïve and unprepared. But if you could just let go of that ego of yours and start acting nice and humble for once, then maybe you'll understand. Because you and Ruby are a team, therefore you need to face those flaws together, not waste it on bickering. I mean, a leader that's all happy go lucky and caring for others - typical, but there's a certain magic to it.", she smiles at Weiss and then looks at the horizon. "Besides, maybe your team can change you for the better, just like I was before I met my teammates."
Weiss frowns a bit, "Do you guys have the same problems as we do? I mean . . . about who's calling the shots?", her loud tone slowly shifts to a more calm one.
Amara scoffs at that question. "Always, Moze will rant on and on about how she was supposed to be the leader of our team, but Zane knows his people more than Moze does. Eventually Moze understood and just went along with it, not because of his decades of experience, but because she knows her strengths and weaknesses, along with Zane's.".
Amara then moves away from the balcony and walks away. "Anyways, you're all still starting - better make it up with her tonight. Or else I'll make you do it.", she jokingly says the last part.
Despite the glares and stares the robot received, the Beastmaster still remains stoic and emotionless as he goes around the streets of Vale, scanning each of the buildings, the range of his optics is far enough to see several yards away, as expected from the team's sniper. Although his clothing stands out from the rest of the people. There he spots a book store from afar, and heads there to his first destination. Whilst there, he sees a bunch of street kids playing around within an alleyway, however, Flak just ignores their cheers and shakes his head. "It seems the humans here are still typically . . . unique.", knowing he has met far 'quirky' humans on the other planets. *cough* Max Sky *cough*.
One of the street kids approach Flak and eyes at him curiously, wearing a dirty shirt and pants, much like the robot, at least she is cleaner looking than him and no signs of rust. "Woah guys, it's one of them Atlas War Machines!", he smiles widely as more of the street kids gather around Flak.
Flak crouches down on one knee to level himself to the kids, merely gives the child a glare. "Machine, yes. But I'm not from Atlas - I no longer serve my creators nor I wish to offer my expertise and myself to this 'Atlas'. Now move along, little ones. I have somewhere to be.", the robot stands up and eventually arrives in front of the shop.
"Hmmm Tukson Book Trade . . . sounds promising.", the robot speaks to himself as he goes inside the store, and sees nobody there. except shelves that are as tall as him. The robot sees the labels around the book store, reading the different categories as he walks around the place, the heavy robotic footsteps can be heard all across the room, which garners the attention of a certain owner.
He wears a short-sleeved quarter-zip burgundy and black shirt with a visible white undershirt. His hair is cleanly cut, and he has noticeable sideburns, along with hairy, muscular arms. He also has protractable claws in place of nails. He smirks at the robot in front of him, showing no fear from the strange robot. "First time here, friend? You don't look like one of our regulars here."
"Indeed I am not - yet I am here to seek information and proof within your collection of books. As a former indexing unit, one source of information isn't enough for me."
"Well, good thing you're here, got a lot of books about Remnant and it's history. Especially the Faunus Rights Revolution.", though he spoke the last statement with a hint of distastefulness and looks down with a frown. However, he smiles at Flak much like he greets every customer. "The name's Tukson, by the way. Nice to meet ya'."
"Flak. A hunter and Beastmaster. Likewise, Mr. Tukson.", Flak turns to a book and sees the cover of the Faunus Rights Revolution, showing a battlefield with rusty swords on the ground, he then opens the page and starts reading.
"Oh, Beacon Academy is letting robots become Huntsmen?", Tukson raises an eyebrow at the word 'hunter'.
"No - let's just say I have my own affiliations. But I digress, you seem to react oddly in this Faunus Rights Revolution, care to elaborate?"
"Yeah, those times sucked when the Faunus Rights Revolution or 'Faunus War' broke out . . . lotta lives lost all for nothing. Racism still goes on for us Faunus. Humans are sometimes entitled pricks.", he looks away in shame, since he was a former White Fang member. "Now the White Fan, they used to stand up for us Faunus, but ever since that war - everything changed, especially for them, they resorted to killing now - instead of doing peaceful protests . . . turns out they have a new leadership or something that changed their whole objectives - which is why I left as soon as that guy came in. He's on a whole 'nother level and I would get the hell out of here and move on to another kingdom if he's ever here.".
"I understand your pain, Mr. Tukson . . . there's always bloodshed between two different species - and sometimes, there's no room for peace and negotiations, only war, not just for profit . . . but the sheer hate as well. But yes, I believe this White Fang is rather a big variable that needs to be addressed with extreme caution and prejudice . . . Thank you for your time, Mr. Tukson. Know that despite we're all different species, there will be a time when all of us unite . . . no promises though.", the robot blinks his eyes and then nods bows at him as he grabs the books and glances at him, not saying a word.
"No, don't worry, you need it more than I do - consider that a small gift to you. I've seen my fair share of odd customers, but a rogue calculated killing machine in my store? That takes the cake. See you around, Flak.", the owner then sits on the chair, and places his feet on the table.
"Many thanks for your generosity, Mr. Tukson. Perhaps I'll repay you sometime, once I'm finished with my quest for knowledge in this planet.", the robot then heads for the door and leaves the book store. Though he wonders if he'll meet Zane along the way, since he's technically within Vale City, searching for Roman Torchwick or the White Fang, or the old man is just doing what he does best; fooling around.
PEOPLE GET UP AND DRIVE YOUR FUNKY SOUL - JAMES BROWN (1988)
As he places an earpiece on his left ear, he triple-taps to activate his music player. Then eventually bobs his head with a gleam. "Ooooh yeah ~ That's a perfect tune ~ ", Zane suavely dances around the dark corners of Vale City while listening to a song that he collected during his small time on an ordinary planet called 'Earth', weird it didn't have anything special, but their variety of music just makes it all the more better. And it even fits with his gigs on the other planets, when he's bored or feelin' funky in both professional or leisure times.
Although Vale City is quite big for a Remnant citizen, Zane has been through bigger cities than Vale and he already found a path to maybe an underground network or a city that's manipulating Vale - either way, he can't wait to explore and learn how they work.
As he goes deep in the area, he sees a small bar with no title, but it looks decent there, clean floor, dimmed yellow lights, and a few people inside. All of it checks out.
He goes inside the bar with a smile on his face, bringing some Deja vu, like that one time Zane and his team arrived in Vestige's saloon on planet Gehenna. Good thing Moze didn't lose her shit by destroying the piano - and instead unleashed it on Drunk William. But on the contrary, the customers here, which are just a bunch of petty thieves or mediocre goons, and none of them, stand out except for a pair of young adults, waiting for someone, both of them sitting on the counter.
One is a young woman with medium-brown skin and dark-red eyes. Her hair is a light, mint-green with a straight fringe and bangs as well as two long locks on each side in the back. Her attire consisted of an intricate white top and an olive-colored crop top, on the back of which is her personal emblem. This emblem is in the shape of a cut gem, most likely referring to her name. This was intended to be accompanied by white shorts, decorated with what appears to be a gold coin-plated belt with four gold chains draping around her back from two of the coins and what seems to be a green loincloth, and also wears two bronze-colored rings on her middle fingers as well as a pair of strappy high-heeled pumps.
Beside her is a young man with gray eyes and, while draped in shadow, somehow purple hair, partially slicked back while unkempt at the front. He wears a slate gray and black two-tone partial-zip jacket that covers his upper body. He also has a single notched belt with what appears to be a sash or bandana draped over it. Protecting his arms are a set of rerebraces and vambraces.
Zane minimizes the volume of his earpiece as he walks to the counter and sits down, one seat apart from Emerald, and turns to the blonde bartender lady with cold blue eyes staring at him, clearly eyeing Zane's personality since it's his first time around here and acting all happy, compared to the gritty and greedy criminals around him. Zane raises his index finger. "One glass of yer' best drink, please!", he then takes out a big sum of Lien, which catches the attention of some criminals in the background including the bartender, but doesn't work on those two. "And be sure to keep the change - have some fer yerself, lass ~ ", then winks at her as she leaves to prepare.
'Hmm, guess money isn't their thing - that or they're good at putting up an act.', anyway, he needed a drink after all that groove moves. The bartender arrives and places down a wine glass of what he assumes their 'top shelf' drink. The bartender lady smirks at him. "Thanks for that, handsome ~ ", then leaves him again to tend to the other customers. Even though he knows it may or may not be laced with poison or some drug, Zane couldn't turn down a top shelf drink, it's what he learned from his mammy when he was young. (DLC 4)
He drinks a decent portion of it and gently places it down, and smiles at the glass. "Ahhh - haven't tasted swill this good since Moxxi's . . . wonder how they're doin' up there?", he asks himself, but then turns to the two teenagers. "So - what're two young'uns doin' in Vale City's twisted playground? Smuggling job? Assassination? Escort?", he asks them giddily.
Mercury scoffs at him, while drinking his canned soda. "None of your damn business, old geezer. You tryna' buy us off or something?"
Zane shakes his head, but with a small chuckle. "What me? Nononononononononooo ~ I was just trying ta' make conversation is all - I mean, all mercs do love the sight of Lien, right?", he smirks at Mercury, leaning his shoulder arm on the counter, facing them.
"We're just making a living, not showing off to get killed on the spot.", Emerald retorts while sharpening her weapon.
"Ohhhh - but we're both a colorful bunch, boyo ~ Surely there's something there that's not grey - I mean, if you include yer clothes or yer brain full of grey matter. - ", he takes another sip of his drink. However, a force strikes Zane out of nowhere, shattering his drink into pieces, although, the joke is on the attacker.
"ARGH! - The hell?!", Mercury blinks his eyes rapidly as the old man wasn't there in his seat, but instead a digitalized version of himself, sitting down with the same cocky smirk, and knocks the young lad down on the floor on his back, subduing Mercury. But before the clone could take out the exact copy of the real Zane's pistol, Nemesis, he hears the sound of a weapon locked onto to him.
Emerald aims her sickle-turned-gun at Zane's Digi-Clone, but the real Zane appears behind the counter, his head rests on the palm of his hand at the counter, slowly lowers the gun's barrel down. "Easy there, lass - ever heard of a joke? - Jeez, ya' all got a stick up yer arse or somethin.", he snickers at the two.
"You really love running your mouth, do you!? - ", Mercury is about to do another powerful kick on the clone's back without noticing, but then a stray fireball, passes between them, stopping the fight.
" - Enough you two.", a voice utters from the side. Zane casually turns to the young lady and just deadpans at her. The young lady is a fair-skinned woman with ashen-black hair that covers her left eye, bright amber eyes. She wears a dark-red, off-the-shoulders, v-neck mini dress with yellow designs. There is a blue feather-like accessory on her right hip, at the top of an open portion of her dress. The dress ends in an upside-down triangular tail in the back, ending just above the knees.
There is a baseball diamond-shaped keyhole on the dress' upper back at the same height as her chest. The sleeves end in a triangle shape, which are wrapped or tied around her middle finger, with the gold designs of the sleeve taking over at the wrists. Her fingernails are painted dark red. She wears black shorts underneath her dress, as well as a black choker on her neck. She has a gold loop earring with a black gem dangling from it on her right ear. She has dark, glass, high-heeled shoes and a jeweled anklet on her right leg. On her upper back, in the keyhole of her dress, she has a black tattoo of what appears to be a pair of high heel shoes placed sole to sole, forming a heart shape inside.
Zane senses a rather evil vibe around her, but Zane clearly doesn't see anything dangerous about her . . . yet. And if she is, well, there's a big reason why he has lived this long. And if these three teenyboppers ever make it big time, they don't know what to expect what's next if they ever mess with him or his team, almost makes him feel bad for them. Almost.
"Cinder, we're just - "
" - Look, we got what we came for, now let's get out of here, we're not going to cause a scene.", she then glares at the Operative, his deadpan slowly turned into a sly smirk. "And don't pick fights with the wrong people, stranger. Who knows, maybe you'll be the one on the ground, all sad and broke - "
"PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! - OOOH! - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", as Zane bursts out laughing hysterically wrapping his arms around his stomach, the sheer laughter alone makes the three unnerved at Zane. "M-M-May I say something? - That has got to be one of the WORST threats I've ever received in me life! ~ I mean it's better than that one loony back at Eden-1, but it could use TONS of improvement ~ ".
But then his laughter dies down as he sits down again, with a seemingly innocent smile, taking another glass, with the same drink, presumably he stole behind the counter earlier. He then pours the drink and raises a glass in front of three. "A toast - for the 'villains' . . . ", he then drinks it all down in one go, and chuckles darkly at them. " . . . Good luck, kiddos ~ ".
Cinder just gives him a scowl before walking away from the bar, followed by Mercury and Emerald. Zane sighs as he frowns, still not satisfied that he hasn't met Torchwick, but as his luck was about to run out. The bartender places a card on the counter, at the corner of his eye. "Here - boss would want to see a man with a personality. Could be up your alley."
Zane takes the card and sees a location and a specific date and time, along with the iconic bowler hat from Roman Torchwick. He smirks at the bartender and inserts the card in one of his jacket. "Thank ya', lass - quite the gem ya' are - I'll definitely pay ya' once I'm back here - also sorry fer the mess."
As he walks out of the bar and heads back to Beacon, he turns up the volume on his music player on his earpiece and starts dancing along to the music again, hoping he wouldn't miss out on dinner. "Oh right . . . Amara's cooking tonight. Heh, a good day after all ~ ".
However, he knew about those three young kids walking out of the bar, something tells him that won't be the last time they'll see each other. He sighs as he takes out his ECHO recorder since he assumes that there are hackers out in Vale that can snoop in his transmission. Sometimes it pays to have a bulky alien tech.
He then calls Moze on the recorder, waiting for a bit as he leans against the wall. Seconds later, he hears her voice. "Hey, geezer - something up?"
"Aye - need ta' bring the gang back in the hideout again. I got more than I needed - and from now on, we better watch out around Beacon."
Alllllright! ~ That was . . . honestly sloppy of a chapter - obviously lot of missed opportunities there. Anyways, at least it's all good on their first day, but tomorrow - mmm, not so much (you'll see) - And there hasn't been a lot of reviews while I'm gone - That's great - I guess? Anyways, Imma answer reviews.
To pinkiepierocks: Yes, I realized that now - the wiki has been updated - really sorry about it. Honestly, wikis are one of my sources around because I'm a lazy ass, and that's on me truly.
To MasterofSouls: Well the Vault Hunters either fight the brother gods . . . or Salem - since you can't exactly mess with the creators (unless it is canon in the RWBYverse) BUT if Salem already turned into a god figure like a real god compared to a certain pair of cringe god wannabees *COUGH* CRINGE TWINS *COUGH* then yeah, it's gonna be a big fight.
Aaaaaand that's wrap - now I really gotsta' go and finish my first semester once and for all . . . I know I'll have failing grades, but hey, like I said earlier: you don't work hard for it, you get shit for it. And if you still work hard for it, you still get shit for it. Words of wisdom, everybody! DEUCES!