Already, the Doom Slayer was planning his escape. He wasn't going to break out just yet, he needed intel. But he was getting out of here. He was grateful for the pickup however, because while killing Grimm WAS fun, even he always would rather have a plan. And being stuck in this school was not part of it. He had been watching for a few days out the window, and he even thought he had a plan, as there was a bullhead that took off for the nearby town everyday at 5 PM. He had updated his suit's clock for such a purpose, and now it was just a matter of timing. He also noticed other activity, like a bullhead delivering the sarcophagus he was in, late one night, or a bunch of robots being flown in, all in secret. How cute, they think that can stop me. He would admit, he didn't know what he would do after that, but he'd find something.

The day before he planned to leave, Goodwitch checked in on him, and as his door opened, he noticed robots acting as guards outside. "Let me guess McGonagall, Dumbledore wants to check in on his latest skip?" He asks.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," the blonde teacher tells him. "But you are correct in the check in part."

"Figures," he grumbles. "Just know that I will leave," he says calmly, but glaring at her in a way that made a shiver run down her spine. "You may try to stop me. You won't be able to. You'll have a better chance of putting your moon back together. But fear not...no student will be harmed. I don't hurt innocents. Nor do I do hostages or the like," he says, and he could see that Goodwitch was concerned at first, but then relieved, upon hearing he wouldn't do hostages. "Property damage though..."

"We will keep you here," Goodwitch says as she leaves, and goes to double check security.

"Sure you will," the Slayer responds, turning back to the window.

The next day, it was nearly time. There was no word on if they'd let him do anything by 4:30 PM, so that meant escape time. He tried the door, locked of course, but one hard pull took care of that problem. The robot guards outside raised their weapons, but he took care of them, one with a punch, the other got stabbed with the Doom Blade, and then he made his way down the hall, and a few flights of stairs, through more halls. Some teachers saw him and raised the alarm, and in his haste, he barely registered running by, or sometimes through, various groups of students, all in his attempt to find a way out.

Team RWBY was on the way to the cafeteria when they noticed some commotion, and a strange man in green armor run past. "Now THAT looks like a guy who could hurt people," Weiss says in awe, while Ruby was eyeing the stranger's weapons, or rather the ones mounted on his armor, and was rather starry eyed. Blake was eyeing the stranger with suspicion while Yang was ready to get defensive if need be. Up ahead in his path, JNPR all took one look and all made a dodge to the side. As he navigated corridors, team CFVY were just leaving the training area, and all of them stood by in wonder, Velvet whipping her camera out and snapping pictures as he ran. "Who..was that?" Coco asks, even as he rounded a corner, finding a window.

The Slayer dove out a solid glass window, falling a few stories onto the ground. I'm a little late, but not massively, he thought as he checked the time, and looked around, noticing a complication, well 2. In the time he took to get out, Winter was marching up to him, with almost an army's worth of robots behind her. Also, the bullhead was leaving ahead of schedule. "Give up, Slayer. You have nowhere to run," she said, pointing a sword at him.

Well, I might actually have to use a shot. Let's see, a tracer won't hurt anyone behind me, he thought as he pulled out his largest gun with one hand. Winter's eyes widened seeing the strange weapon, but before she could react, he knocked her out cold with one punch, dragging her behind him, and with the other, fired his BFG. The ball flew over the heads of the robots as they rushed him, and the tracers stunned them all, turning them into scrap metal and debris clouds, as the Slayer meathooked onto the bullhead's underside, jamming his hands into the frame as he got his ride into town, looking out over everything as the sun set, and dropped onto a roof once he was over one.

He glanced out over the city of Vale, making his way across rooftops. Again, he didn't know where he was going, only that somewhere in here, was likely a base he could claim and use, and hide from the authorities. Sure, he wasn't truly scared of them, but he knew they were just doing their jobs. And if he resisted too heavily, innocents would likely be hurt. So it was better to hide, at least for now.

It was getting late, and the Slayer was near to some club, when he noticed a redhead walking down an alley, which at first he didn't pay much attention to, until he did a double take and saw a pack of guys about to ambush her. Oh shit, he thought, until she pulled out a sword that turned into a whip and began to fight them off. Well this is interesting, he thought, at least until he realized the guys were gaining the advantage. They looked particularly nasty too, so the Slayer decided to intervene.

He left off the rooftop he was on, landing on one of the guy's chest. The biggest guy, who was still smaller than himself, turned to him saying "Back off big guy, this has nothing to do with you," even as the Slayer approached him. One punch to the guy's femur was enough, what aura he had was shattered, and he heard a crunch as the bone broke. The leader rolled on the ground in agony, as his henchmen rushed him, until he pulled out his shotgun, full auto mod equipped. They hesitated for half a second, but it was all he needed, as he fired away at them all, aiming low enough that it wouldn't hit anything vital, but would hurt, badly.

It was all over in a few seconds, not that the Slayer really kept track, as he was used to how split second decisions would mean life or death, and they were all rolling on the ground in pain, auras thorougly broken, and some buckshot here and there, though nothing hit anything vital. The redhead who had backed up away during the carnage now approached him nervously. "Th-thank you, sir," she said in a quiet voice, fear evident all over it. "They've been annoying me for months, but...they won't stop, and likely not even now. Just regroup and try again."

"Why?" The Slayer asked, as he shuffled their bodies out of the way.

"Well sir, it's...a long story. Needless to say, it's all about old debts," she explains, putting her sword away.

"Fair enough, now, I must be going, to find somewhere to stay, regroup, and—"

"I have room!" The girl said eagerly. "I-if you want that is."

"Hmmm, thoughts about harboring someone that Ozpin would consider a criminal?" The Slayer asks, looking this girl up and down. She was nervous, which was natural around him. Hell, he could think of only one person who wasn't, who actually genuinely wanted to help him. UAC Intern who's name I never got, if I still believed in any higher powers that were actually GOOD to humanity, I'd pray to them that you get a nice place to live as Earth rebuilds, and a girl, or guy, that'll fuck your brains out constantly, who you'll marry and have plenty of kids with. Hey, population that decimated, a baby boom is BOUND to happen.

"W-well, why would the old man say you're a criminal?" The girl asked, peering at him intently.

"Long story. Mostly politics of a sort, not that I did anything actually wrong," he responds, even as she continues on her way home, Slayer following her because he figured this offer was his best bet.

"Then it's fine," she says as they come near a small house, with nearby abandoned shop, sign saying "Fiye Weapons." "It's shitty, it could get repo'd along with the shop, but it's home," she says as they head in, and when they both hear a cough, the girl rushes away, grabbing a medicine bottle.

The Slayer looked around for a bit until the girl came back. "Sorry, my sister Viri is sick," she says, then extends her hand. "And I'm Marion. Fiye," she adds, and the Slayer gingerly shakes her hand.

"I'm known as the Doom Slayer," he responds, which confuses Marion but she doesn't question it. She does however sit on the couch to turn on the TV. One of the news reports was naturally, all about him, and his escape. "So that's what you were talking about," Marion says as she relaxes. "You can sit if you want."

"I'm likely too heavy for your couch," he says as he remains standing.

"So...what exactly were you looking for?" Marion asks, turning to him.

"Workshop where I can work on my armor and weapons. Dust for experiments. I don't exactly need food nor sleep," he explains, causing a confused look.

"First off, how do you not need food nor sleep?" She asks. "Are you human? And second...weapons?"

"Yes, and..." he summons multiple of his less dangerous weapons to demonstrate. Or at least, less dangerous in close quarters. Marion's eyes widen, and stay that way once he puts them back. "It's a long story. But, I wouldn't freeload. I WOULD pay for it all, except..." now he motions as if turning out his pockets, though the Praetor Suit lacks pants pockets in the traditional sense.

"I might have an answer for that as well," Marion says. "The club where I work could use a bouncer," she explains, and the Slayer raises an eyebrow. "There's...an issue though. Do you have anything...besides that armor?" She asks, only getting a shaken head in response. "Then...maybe..." She continues, and heads into another room, and comes out with some male clothes that were clearly large for most. "You look like you could fit in Dad's clothes," she says as she hands him said clothes. "I don't know if there's any old shoes though. I...also have to admit, that I only have girly shampoos and such," she adds with a giggle.

"Fine," he says. "Anything else?"

"There's a pair of girls too, that I've had to chase away from the store. Squatters. And they're insistent too," she explains.

"And why not give them a place to live?" The Slayer asks.

"Because all they do is steal! And I think one of them is a killer, the Barbaric Bunny! They can't be up to any good!" Marion complains.

"We'll see. You never know their side of the story. It's a sad reality of life, anywhere," the Slayer says.