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Two and a half hours of loud music, sad stories, and lots of alcohol later, York exited the club with his first night in the bag. York yawned as he headed to his home, then went to his 'second job'.
Donning his armor, York prepped himself for the night ahead as Delta ran diagnostics on his suit and its new enhancements. "Healing unit is fully functional but currently offline. Active camouflage and the disguise system is prepping but appears functional. Shields are at 100%, as is the battery."
Since everything on this world was powered by dust, this world's form of electricity, York had to modify, with Delta's instruction, his suit's power source so it could be charged. Active camo and the aforementioned disguise system, which could change his armor's color and, by holographic projection, give him a full disguise for a quick civilian look.
Loading his weapons onto the magnet plates, He slid an SMG, as well as the double sword compacted into a 'phone' on his thigh. The knife was at the back of his waist, his BR on his back.
"Alright Delta," York started as he pulled his helmet onto his head and locked it. "Let's get started."
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At a small Dust warehouse, White Fang members were hauling out crates of dust while five guarded the security forces hired to protect them. Overlooking it all was a man in a white suit with a black bowler hat, a cane propped against the ground. "Let's pick it up boys, before authorities arrive." He called.
"I can't believe you were stupid enough to press that alarm." He continued at a softer volume, glancing at a dead body next to a counter.
Suddenly, a burst of Gunfire sounded, and a Fang member fell to the ground, a bruise at his temple showing where a bullet had been slowed by his aura but hadn't stopped it.
"Take cover." A man yelled as the Fang grunts scattered. More gunfire rang out, a few more goons falling, one dead, then all was silent.
"Where is he?" Roman demanded.
A white fang member spoke up, "We don't know sir, there's no one where the firing was coming from. He must have moved."
With a loud cry, another Faunus fell, a collision at the back of her head knocking her out. A mirage moved away; the occasional glance of gold seen before it disappeared.
"It's teleporting!"
"No, it's invisible, you idiot!"
Roman snarled. "I don't care what it is, fire!"
"But we don't know where it is!" A thug pointed out, then another Fang member fell unconscious.
"There, fire!" Roman ordered as it appeared again, a figure in full gold armor. Gunshots rang out, and the figure began firing, taking out more and more of Roman's cronies. But now that it was firing, it was in full view.
Any bullet that struck it seemed to hit a shield that lit up before disappearing.
The armored figure changed color, into a red armor with black trim as it reloaded, then rolled behind the cover of some stacked steel beams. There was silence once more, and when a wolf Faunus looked behind, he exclaimed, "It's gone!"
"It's turned invisible again." Roman smacked his forehead. "Next time it shows up, don't let it disappear again, and attack with some melee weapons or something."
The White Fang spread out while Roman scanned the area. Then, he saw a ripple, almost like a mirage, moving towards another of Roman's lackeys.
"He's there!" The carrot-topped criminal yelled, and once again, as the figure fired, it appeared again.
Three grunts approached with either fists or some sort of weapon, but the figure simply slid the rifle onto its back, then pulled what looked like a strange phone from its thigh.
This phone extended into a two-bladed sword connected at the hilt. The vigilante wielded it against the grunts, blocking one man's sword and kicking him in the stomach, then plunging the other side into one Faunus' side. Then, the two blades bent into a giant disc, which the attacker sent into one man's chest, then pulled it out before sending it whirling like a Frisbee.
"Alright boys, I think it's time to go, lose the guy and meet back at the usual place. Move!" Torchwick ordered, and he clambered into other driver's seat of a box truck and drove off, away from the armor that was still dispatching of the remaining thugs.
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"Objective complete. All White Fang members have either been incapacitated or retreated." Delta told York as he slid the double-sword into its place on his thigh, "I would suggest we leave now, the VPD is closing in on our position."
Indeed, York could hear sirens in the distance, so he initiated active camo and disappeared. "I think this was a good night."
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Beacon, two months later
"More and more reports of a vigilante force taking crime down a few steps are coming in since its recent appearance a couple months ago. This vigilante is now being called by the public 'the Gargoyle', due to 'the protective and watchful nature that it puts over its people.' Authorities ask that if you see the vigilante, please call the emergency hotline. Now, some news from Perry, our man down below at another Gargoyle sighting."
Team RWBY had gathered around the Scroll in Yang's hands as they watched.
The male newsman disappeared, and the scene changed to an on-the-street view with a man in a blue polo and khaki slacks. "Thanks, Jerry, I'm here with a few witnesses who were present at the Gargoyle sighting last night here where there was an attempted assassination of the head of the SDC division here in Vale. Care to tell me what you saw?"
"The Gargoyle was in full armor that kept changing colors, and that was only when he was in view." A security guard told him. "Someone tried to attack Mr. Dirk last night, I think it was a few members of the White Fang. While Mr. Dirk was exiting a meeting, we heard a sniper shot, but the guy missed a kill shot and it struck his shoulder. Then, another shot rang out, not in the same area, but it didn't come anywhere close to us. I think it was the Gargoyle taking out the sniper."
"And then what happened?" The reporter asked. "Well, next, a group of the Fang came up and started firing. Our main objective was to protect Mr. Dirk, so a few of us returned fire while the rest got him to cover. We were losing bad, but then, the Gargoyle showed up, knocking out a man from behind. Every time he attacked, he appeared for a split second, but his armor was a different color."
"Could you say that it could be multiple people operating as a team?"
"No, he never showed the same color. If had been multiple people, I think it would've repeated." One guard piped up.
"Well, I think it's safe to say that the Gargoyle saved the lives of Mr. Dirk and your comrades. Is Dirk grateful for the Gargoyle's interjection?"
"We don't know, but I do know he's pretty mad at the White Fang."
"As are many others. That's all from this end, and now, a few clips to show how the public is viewing this new vigilante."
Weiss tuned out the news feed as she spoke. "I'm glad Mr. Dirk remained alive. He's vital to my father's company."
"Even though he hates Faunus even more than the head of the SDC himself?" Blake questioned.
Weiss clammed up at that, which is when Ruby spoke up. "Maybe if we can find the Gargoyle, he'll be able to help us! We can exchange information, or maybe join forces."
"Ruby's right. Besides, I want to meet this guy, he sounds awesome!" Jaune stated from the doorway.
Ruby flipped around with a yelp. "Jaune, how'd you get in here?" She cried.
The blonde swordsman laughed. "You left the door open, and the window, so Sun probably heard, too."
At his cue, the monkey Faunus lowered himself into view for a second. "What's up?" He said coolly, giving a little wave.
"Great, so I'm assuming your team's want in?" Weiss rolled her eyes.
Sun smiled. "Heck yeah. Finding the Gargoyle sounds boss!" He told them. Jaune nodded his agreement.
"Then let's get started." Ruby said.
"I'll get some information out of Junior tonight, who wants to come to the club with me?" Yang flipped her hair back and placed a hand on her hip.
Jaune, Sun, and Blake raised their hands. "Neptune wants to come, too." Sun pointed out.
"He's out there?" Jaune asked, then poked his head out to see the blue-haired dude against the outer wall.
Yang nodded. "Alright, the five of us will meet at the bullhead at eight, get there when it opens, party a little and get some info on the Gargoyle, and get back before 1 o'clock."
"Sounds like a plan." Jaune commented. "I'll go ask if anyone else wants to come from my team." He told them, then stepped out of the room.
"Same here, see you at eight." Sun said, then disappeared.
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