Hello and good morning, day, and or night my interstellar viewers! Forged in the heart of a collapsing star, don't think too much about the physics there, this chapter has drifted through space for eons waiting until it could grace the presence of a truly talented writer to give it purpose and light…Unfournanlty it took a wrong turn into the local galactic cluster and found me instead.

As is written in scripture, I have done my best to proofread this chapter, but as always the English langue has revealed itself to contain many hidden rules that I have overlooked…as well as some obvious ones too. That being said, still looking for a beta reader/beta story border to help me sculpt my outlines into chapters (as well as being willingly to hear and help with the formation of the sequels' outline currently residing in my prefrontal cortex's.)

Alright now that the traditions are out of the way onto the review(s).

Joecola double O running out of cool ways to describe your awesomeness: First off, while your name has two numerical 'O's' in it, Tyrian's does not so thank you for pointing that out. Also thank you for the tip on editing the documents directly, I will definitely try to make use of that feature whenever I have the time to go through the old chapters.

As far as things you've reacted to in the chapter itself, I will still be using the inertia idea for Penny's semblance (although you are absolutely right that it is not canon. Funnily enough I actually got it from an old reddit post when I looked up our favorite robotic sentience semblance one day). Without spoiling anything, some of the future scenes hinge on her having that particular ability. However, the electric idea isn't going away, as you may see soon enough ;)

Now that beings said, I will give you, and the mythos of Wales, credit for the sequel's title…which the others will have to stay tune for. I will also give you credit for my Post Script.

As for your insight, Summer's, who is slowly becoming my favorite character to write, reunion, if or if it does not happen XD, is going to be very intriguing to write. Particularly because, especially from Summer's point of view, you can't take Raven out of the equation whether or not the roulette katana mom is actually there or not.

Wolf52181: Thank you so much for the review, and you've nailed the idea and the central theme for Penny! As I briefly mentioned at the end of chapter 11, Penny's biggest difference cannon wise is that she's experiencing new emotions for the time without a healthy support system, on top of the fact that, being a new type of sentience, nobody she's currently with can relate or know how exactly as she feels. The arguments between Penny and Velvet, and the continuous strains put on their relationship from it, is because of Penny's resentment and her moments where she lets her emotions play out because she's simply never had to cope with such feelings before. On the flip side, theirs also the inability of Velvet, and most likely anybody in her shoes, to realize Penny never got the infancy or adolescent stage to learn about these emotions, and make the mistakes at a time in life were society wouldn't view her as harshly for making them. She's judging the android's action, and taking what Penny voiced so personally, because she views Penny as an adult who should have already developed the emotional restraint to cope with these emotions.

And while Penny is mentally at the same stage as Velvet, she was manufactured and created directly into the stage, while the organic humans and faunus grew and went through a much slower development process. There are of course pros and cons to each, with the featured one in this situation being that Penny has less real-world experience, and less time to process the experiences she does have, especially in the emotional sense.

Once again thank you for the review Wolf! And, since I have one and three fourths of the next chapters written out, I hope you enjoy the continuation of Penny's character development!

Now with my hints and replies out of the way, onto the actual work their produced from. So, as always, I hope you all enjoy this installment of The Electric Lens, and please feel free to leave a review.

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Inspired by joecola00's review plan, I'll also being adopting a similar pattern were if I get fifty review, I'll post something related to The Electric Lens. This could come in the form of another chapter, or a piece of fluff or scene that has happened in the past. Such as a Summer Arthur scene, an afternoon conversation between Velvet, Gareth, and Penny, etc...

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Chapter 13

Looking at his own bed, Gareth felt a preemptive wave of guilt wash throughout his entire body. With near tactical precision the corners were tucked in such a way that the sheet looked like a tundra environment that had been undisturbed for centuries. This accompanied with the fact all of the high school senior's previous blights on the land had been cleansed away, Gareth's old futon was making him have a new perspective on the ship of Theseus paradoxes.

The sea the poorly designed vessel rested upon didn't have a speck of land in sight, let alone an oil spill of dirty laundry, and as such the teenager had to sigh. One made deeper when he saw just how dark the winter sky was presenting itself outside, and as such the room would truly return to his ownership in a few hours.

He'd been to his previous living quarters after it had been 'Vivianfied', hell he had spent most of the past weeks afternoon sitting two feet away from the spot he now stood upright in, yet knowing he'd corrupt the ocean again was making him feel dishearten. Even worse than that, his very presence was adding insult to, ironic, injury since the Danish exchange student had insisted, they switch sleeping arrangement because he needed an actual bed to rest on in order to recover faster.

Although looking down at his broken arm, and the upgraded cast that went from plaster anaconda to heavy duty medical tape that didn't even cover his fingers or thumb, he knew her genuine act of kindness was also attributed to the one flaw in this perfect room.

Still somehow without wrinkle, the only out of place fabric was placed over Gareth's computer. This was a bit strange to the now at home brunette, for he was certain the exchange student didn't know P was the actual monitor. But after he looked around the unused room, his sigh morphed into a frown before her went over to his desktop and removed the sheet.

Being able to do so with what was supposed to be his quote on quote bad arm, the high school student could only pull out his chair and think about how his injury was the only good thing about this situation.

The rest of the hospital stay had been...well less uneventful then the first fifteen minutes after he woke up. But then again he'd assume anything would be relative when compared to the sight of his mom being hopeless, Vivian stating she and P had a conflict that left the former avoiding the latter at all cost, and the mere fact that a lawyer had to the nerve to bring up...a certain man. Honestly, all that piling together made the knowledge that his body healed at, what his own surgeon described as, a 'biologically impossible rate' seem normal.

At the very least he could take some comfort in knowing that, upon exclusive blood test and even a CT scan, none of this excessive healing was deduced to be a result of some weird medical condition. Although he did end up having to go through the full body x-ray a couple of times.

While most of the results showed normal brain activity, the system had apparently shorted out the moment his head traversed into the capsule. This resulted in the medical professional having to put him through another machines just to make sure everything was the status quo...

And while his body had come back normal...or well as normal as it could be in this type of situation, the rest of his life was returning to its pre park state. Throughout the day Gareth had tried, whenever Vivian and his mom were not in the room, to contact P.

With a cracked screen, and a left hand that was proving to be little more than an add on appendage for its right twin, the emerald eyed teen found texting on his phone impossible. Honestly, it was so bad that eventually, when he was sure nobody was looking, he tried to speak out loud to his phone...still not able to piece together why other people wouldn't find that action weird in the slightest.

However, P not responding to any of his verbal communication attempts, had never happened once over the month he'd known her and was very much out of the ordinary. At first, he thought it could have been to the fact his phone had been bashed to pieces against, well against his skull. But despite the spider web of breaking points now scattered about his screen, the device performed all its other functions perfectly. Which was good...because he didn't buy insurance for it.

What wasn't ideal however, was P's sudden bout of silence, and with his computer screen still an empty void, it didn't look like it be coming to life any time soon.

"...Anybody home?", he asked, but knew he was knocking upon the door of an empty house.

Leaning back in his chair, Gareth still waited for a response he knew wasn't coming. But as the noiselessness he used to enjoy so much began to set in, he found himself wanting, or more so needing, to try again,

"Hey P...I know Vivian and you had a disagreement, and I wanted to bring it up in a more private space then the hospital", for the first time in a while, he felt as if he was truly talking to himself, "but now that I'm back home, well...I know this'll sound cheesy, but if you need to talk about it I'm always here"

Not even his mind could fabricate a sound to indicate false hope, and his eyes going down he began growing dishearten...along with concern. In truth he did want to mend things between P and Vivian, but...he also wanted to speak to his computer about his dream...and why she was in it, as ridicules as that sounded to him.

"...can you just let me know you're there, I want to make sure-", not being the interruption he wanted, a knock on a door echoed into Gareth's now alien room. For a moment Gareth hoped it was Vivian, but the voice soon told him otherwise,

"Gareth…do you mind if I come in for a second", although soft spoken, the question was more of a heads up as the teenager's mom already entered the room, "...sorry, were you talking to somebody"

Looking towards his computer, Gareth already knew the answer, and although his mom was still in her out of character defeated state, and had apologized to him more in the past two days than two years, he shook his head,

"No…", seemingly content with that, at least content enough not to be concerned despite definitely having heard him trying to talk to somebody, Laura gave a nod, then moved past the door before slowly pushing it shut behind her.

"Oh, okay...Vivian said she needed to clear her head and was going to go to the park for a walk", the mother said looking at the door, seemingly wondering why she closed it having known that knowledge.

"That's...something", foregoing giving it a positive or negative indication, Gareth was far more focused on the fact the atmosphere was now growing awkward for all the wrong reasons.

Unfortunately, saying something would only morph that emotion to another, and such the boy remained silent, until his mom broke the monotone atmosphere.

"I know...well we talked about it in the hospital, but I just thought we could go into more detail here", watching his parent eyes dropped to the floor was off putting to Gareth, considering he was used to his mom being direct with any situation or problem she had and usually drilling her pupils into Gareth's skull.

"We don't have too… Vivian filled me in", he was trying to end the conversation more for his own benefit, but even with her acting defeated, Laura was a person who would stand, in this case literally, ground no matter what, "...you did the right thin-"

"No, I didn't", she cut him off fast, but with more disappear then frustration in her voice.

"Fine, then you did the only thing", Gareth own eyes were on his computer, not looking to it for support, but, depressingly, taking advantage that nobody seemed to be there, "I would have told you too anyway"

"...I know", she sounded disappointed on two fronts there, "I...Gareth I've always been proud of you, but these last few day...I...this isn't were doing the right thing should have left you"

"Mom I'm not eight any more", involuntarily stating that number specifically, the boy wanted to now dive into the abyss he stared down even as he muttered it off, "I'm fully aware karma's not a thing...and that good and bad are subjective ideals"

"...that's not true Gareth", not having any other chair, Laura walked over to the bed, only for his son to hold in a sigh at her words as she passed him, "You did do a good thing, and I'm happy you stood up for her-"

"Getting my ass kicked on two different accounts doesn't qualify as standing up, if anything Vivian was the one who stood up for me", the teen replied having a new feeling of awkwardness arrive, only to mix with the first.

"That doesn't change the fact that you did Gareth, and maybe karma came full circle by unleashing Vivian upon Lance, but...I wish I could help you as well", she now gave of her own release of air, seeing her son only want to hide in his computer again.

"I mean you've raised my single handedly for nearly eightee-"

"Nine", his mother whisper under her breath, but not quite enough for Gareth to ignore it

"Eighteen", he said now with added emphasis, "years, honesty I should be thanking you...and up until these past four days I was just actively taking that for grant it, so can you please just stop apologizing"

"...You've really started to enjoy hanging out with her", for some reason Gareth was expecting her to follow up with a teasing statement. But when one didn't come, the seriousness of the question made him go redder than any light heart jest would.

"I don't know...maybe", he could lie to himself about diverging the conversation since his mom was no longer giving him unnecessary apologies, but without P to even partially confide in, he just wanted to get some of his own emotions off his chest...which meant he had to start by repeating himself, "It's not like I'm going to do anything about it"

"Why not?", his mom responded, still taking the conversation seriously but no longer holding onto a depressing undertone, "Gareth you're a catch"

"Okay first off, please don't say it like that", the teenager began as the conversation took a horribly great turn into normalcy, "Second, I mean you're my mom, what else would you say? That I'm repulsive"

"A week ago, I would have said your attitude and personality were for sure, in fact, I believe I did", she said as she was returning faster and faster to her old self. Much to Gareth's joy and misery, "But right now, I think you should ask her out...if your nervous to do so because of the past… know that...know that most relationships aren't-"

"I'm nervous because I've only known her for four days really", Gareth said wanting the conversation to not revert back to the state it was in earlier, " Because I'm a loser, and even if she breaks the laws of physics and says yes, and in the absolute certain case she says no...I mean mom, she's living here until the end of the year"

"Most guys would jump with joy to have a mother not care about that last part", Laura whispered out from the corner of her mouth, but made sure Gareth heard it, "Besides, you can't go through life being afraid. If you're worried that being rejected will ruin the chance of you guys being able to talk after school, then don't be. The mere fact you are is because you were brave"

"It was because Penny was brave", he muttered now dropping his head onto his keypad in embarrassment

"Penny? Oh you mean that P girl, glad you've finally grown some manners Gareth", the mother said smiling, at this talk allowing things to return their natural states, and the natural order, "Honestly, when you told me she was from Canada I was convinced you made her up"

"I'm smart enough to not have imaginary friends be from Canada", he groaned into the space bar, "But if I'm gonna be in the market for them again, I probably shouldn't be picky"

"What do you mean?", the smile still remained, but Laura now adopted one out of curiosity.

"...P and Vivian had a fight", he sighed, his forehead now gaining pieces of the alphabet, "Apparently it was bad...I don't know what it was about, but I think the afternoon talks might be over"

"Not on my watch they're not", his mom stood up, but more so in an attempt to get her son to do the same, "I know you're in uncharted water Gareth, but friends fighting is normal...and from the sounds of it, it may have been over you"

Saying the ending part with no small pit of self-pride towards herself, her emerald eyed son finally rose his head up from his keyboard. If only to send her a face that screamed, 'get over yourself'.

"I truthfully never thought I'd see the day you were having girl trouble Gareth", she now was going over to the door, but only to open it because she wanted to lead him out.

"What happened to me being a 'catch'", he replied with a monotone expression. Only meeting her gesture by leaning back in his chair. Not that it mattered at this point, she was well and truly talking to herself.

"And now you're going to calm them both down", she looked back towards him, then nodded her head out the door. Indicating that he was leaving his room, weather voluntarily, or by being rolled out the window.

"I think you're miss reading the situation...and being selfish on my behalf", knowing better, and knowing that, despite it being when he was ten, he had been dragged out of this room in past, Gareth recently got up, "besides...what can I even do...P won't pick up"

"You mean Penny won't pick up", and, having forced Gareth to move faster with her eyes, closed the door behind him before practically shoving him down the stairs and halls. Whatever despair that lawyer delivered, P, even when not present, or perhaps too present, had a way of making everyone feel better...even in situations where she caused somebody to feel worse, "We'll have no more of that P nonsense, unless she likes it in which case don't you dare stop"

"What happened to the calm you, I mean you were depressed, but you were still calm", his words went ignored, and being a bad joke that was probably deserved, instead he was just met with a set of car keys being imbedded into his palm.

"What you'll do", Laura stated, only choosing to respond to the words she wanted to hear from her son, "Is ride in their like a silver-plated knight"

"Just because your grandparents lived in Wales doesn't mean you have to keep making that reference-", he was interrupted by a knowing smile, and one that conveyed she still remembered enough about the video to know Gareth had inherited his Arth-, that was unfortunate…or it would be if it wasn't intentional, his specific northwestern Eurasian island nations knight mythos from…well, in part her.

"You'll get the maidens to apologies to one another", she was now partially singing, and Gareth was convinced somebody had possessed everybody but him Friday night,

"If anything I'm probably the maiden...and can we not use that terminology, if not for it being centuries out of date, then it just being straight up weird-", he was interrupted by being pushed out the door, and his mom beginning to close his escape route behind him.

"And by the time it's through, somebody's heart will be captured by my brave little Sir Gareth", since green was already covered, Gareth was doing his best to fill the pink knight category.

"I hate you", he said, looking at the car that now sat nestled between a black SUV and jeep on the curb and then back to a new closed screen door.

"Myths won't wait on your account Gareth", she was beginning to close the wooden barrier now as well, knowing her son would in no doubt go. Not that it would stop her from staring at the entrance way, waiting for when everybody returned.

Wondering if the transition from inside room to outside actually just happened, the brunette senior began unconsciously making its way towards the car.

I remember a time in my life when people could feel a emotions that weren't extreme joy or sadness… and considering it was last week I remember it in great detail, walking over to the vehicle, he pressed a button to unlock, Whelp, probably should get used to my new reality, what do you say P-… Penny.

Looking down towards his phone, the boy got no responses. Or rather, having tuned his back on the electronics in his hand, he missed the still hidden sentience, giving her reply to the night air as a streak of electricity briefly made its way over to the black SUV.

Him filling little more then a static shock, the boy's focus on getting into his own vehicle blinded him to the sight of his left appendage slowly mimicking the stars. It was low, but a dim production of light appeared, made all the harder to see given its navy esc look in the night's black shade. However, the green it suddenly morphed into, that briefly connected him to the out of place shadow themed mobile, didn't go unnoticed by all inhabitants.

With Gareth entering his own car, the sudden jostle and roar of its engine, drowned the sound of fist on glass from a now imprisoned occupant. Driving away, now nervous for all the wrong reasons, the banging continued in the locked car. As two unwitting horsemen had escaped a pursuer neither was aware of.

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Velvet navigated her way to the concrete jailed forest easily. Given that she could, if nothing else, put the useless knowledge she gained on the area to personal use if its practical purposes was now pointless.

She arrived in record time from the Cadarn residence to the on-display nature entrance but knew she could have done so in mere minutes if she had wanted to.

Of course, her being able to traverse a half-lit night as if it was day was probably off putting enough to any potential onlookers, and she just wanted to reach the area uninterrupted for some alone time.

Walking onto the path without a second thought, the chocolate theme faunus let her mind be consumed with just focusing on its basic function. Knowing full well that she had dedicated enough brain power to obsessing over that...conversation Penny had forced on her.

Her pace picking up, and her body acting out wordless images she didn't analyze, the rabbit eared being cut through the forest. Not even bothering with the dirt pathway she entered on, and certainly not needing it.

Silently vaulting over tree stumps, ducking past branches with muscle memory, and even leaping over a ravine that was an on and off mini swamp, she let her body take her to the place where it all began.

Being untouched since she last...well altered it by covering up her arrival, Velvet slumped against her old bark chair, an action that felt all too familiar while at the same time an action she performed a lifetime ago.

But in some sense, it was, after all, while her time as Vivian had been short, that girl had an identity all to herself. One that Velvet had found herself slipping into more and more easily...as she he had started to enjoy some aspects of living on Earth,

Sure, some things confused her to the end, with history usually being at the forefront, but living such a mundane life, especially after having come from somewhere so horrific like the Beacon battlefield...it was almost unreal.

She of course wanted to get back home, to Remnant, to her team and her family...but unlike when she had first arrived, she also didn't mind coming back to Earth...so long as travel between was a non-hazardous possibility.

If she wasn't so down, or rather hurt, she'd probably give a small smile at such a thought. It was a tad bit selfish, but if given the ability to construct her own solution, she'd want to keep Earth to herself. Have it be a place she could take a vacation or holiday too, someplace where she can relax...and where Vivian could fit in.

Despite thinking through pictures, Velvet grasped onto her beret, and gently lifted off her head before holding it out before her gaze. Giving the Danish girl a break, the faunus frowned, thinking about how nice it had all been...obviously the events involving Lance were dreadful, but the days in between, they had been normal.

They were days in which she forgot she was pretending to be somebody else, and yet was being herself. More so than that, she had lost the fear of being judged...or at least she thought she had. Ironically the planet with over seven billion humans offered her no discrimination, but almost befittingly the one being from her own home world did.

Penny's words...they were awful in a way Velvet was still coming to understand, and as such were awful in a way the robotic huntress probably never even realized or intended. But being called out for being biased against humans, more so being told by an Atlesian that they were fearful of her discriminating against their family...it was...honestly the faunus had no words and so the only ones to come up were.

I just want to help people, the thought...well it didn't sadden her, but it made her question if it should. What the once pastel green girl had begun with, the part on Velvet's hesitation, that she could accept. Hell, unhealthily, she berated herself day and night for it, but...she had taken a lot of risk on being a faunus huntress, and to be called out on it even pushed the chocolate iris woman to the point she knew she had her own right to stand up for herself.

Ever since she was a child, as naive as it was to say, she wanted to show how there really was no difference between humans and faunus, that before being viewed for your species she could set an example by being viewed for her character. As a kid this seem so doable, and so obvious, after all she was a child of both a faunus and a man, and as such grew up in a rather progressive town.

Nobody had, 'No faunus' poster on their wall, and there was no White Fang activity in the slightest, or even the other faunus wishing there was. A lot of that was because her little community was a remote island, as such they never really labeled people based on species because they couldn't afford to fight each other when it was first settled…and a practice that stuck even when its safety was ensured. Heck for most of her life up, until heading to Signal, Velvet considered herself as both a human and a faunus because... she was.

But then everything started to change...when she had actually written down she was biracial on her application to Signal, the school had called her household directly and asked her to clarify which species traits were dominant.

The institution, in truth, wasn't doing it because they wanted to bar faunus access, but rather they needed to take it into account for financial reasons since...the rest of the world hadn't been like her island, and left over societal systemic issues lead faunus in Vale to lower income jobs and therefore needing more support.

To Velvet this had been her first real experience that...the community she grew up in wasn't the norm. Unfortunately, her next real run into reality came before she even went to Signal. Being a blessing and a curse, her ears could pick up every word uttered in her house, and even when her parents tried one of their 'whisper' arguments, she could hear it clear as day.

Ever since her parents saw her childlike dream of being a huntress morph into a teenage goal and be set on the path for an adult career, they'd begun fighting more and more. This broke over when she got accepted in Signal Academy.

Being from Atlas, her father was...overprotective to say the least, and didn't want Velvet to face discrimination she'd never experienced before. He pointed out how horrible the capital cities could be, and how he didn't want his daughter to have to go through that.

Her mother of course countered by saying this was an island not a prison, and if Velvet was courageous enough to be a huntress, she could handle what the real world offered. In agreement with her mother, the rabbit eared faunus never altered her occupational path, but the night before she left her parents...well their whispers turned to screams. With it all ending with a sleep deprived Velvet getting on an airship alone, after her mother had told her father to leave the house, saying she 'wasn't going to be judged on how hard being a faunus was by an Atlas human'.

...the situation only got worse and worse from there. Although she braved the world like her mother knew she would, Velvet had been underprepared for outside humans. All the other sapien students subconsciously avoid her, both out of general racism and out of a herd mentally. As such she found herself, for a lack of a better word, being herded with the other faunus student, and nowhere was it clearer than in the cafeteria and the dorms that the trainees themselves separated by race. And that was just in the school…the supervised school. Out on the street, things were even more challenging.

One time she had walked into a 'Human only' shop, and despite the old lady behind the counter looking as gentle and inventing as a woman of similar age back home...the sudden narrowing of her glazed over eyes upon seeing Velvet's ear, and the slow outstretching of her hand towards a firearm made it clear the brunette student was, not only unwelcomed, but would be removed violently despite never having uttered a word.

From there, while not faltering in her goal, Velvet found herself growing more and more relieved of her upcoming academic break to return home, to return to a society that made sense...but unfortunately, the airship she wanted to take went the wrong way, and with over half the household being towed off, Velvet's mother had come to meet her instead...and opening up a bed and breakfast in downtown Vale, getting together in the future wouldn't be hard at all.

Never having informed her, both her parents had agreed on a divorce and evidently her father had gone back to Atlas to pursue his old job. With their separation also came Velvet's own divide from her societal haven off the coast. And with that sanctuary gone all she had left was her goal...a goal that was becoming more and more impossible as the species rift she strived to mend had retaliated by pushing apart her parents.

Despite receiving physical and mental discrimination from the populations of Signal, Beacon, and Vale itself, Velvet hesitated, but never ceased her initial pursuit. Sometimes things would become overwhelming, and sometimes the humans' stereotypical beliefs would overflow and force her to remember why she was doing all this to begin with. But even with the humans' sneers, and the faunus questioning her on why she'd become a defender for what they rightfully viewed as a human oriented system, she kept going. Still wanting people to not have to judge her based on what extra appendages she had.

But to be said her own goal was causing her to be racist, by somebody who wasn't even part of the human or faunus issue, let alone a combination of it...it was infuriating.

"I just want to help people", the brunette looked upward to a stary sky, uttering the words off to a far way world.

Of course, the statement held neither the power nor physics to make its way through the vacuum of space. As such, Velvet allowed them to hang quietly in the air, knowing that silence would be the only response the universe would give…but unbeknownst to her, the cosmos wasn't the only one in the mood to voice its opinion.

"Then you should just come quietly", Velvet's brown eyes widened, as before she could even realize somebody sneaked up on her, the fact that she heard the universal tongue was terrifying.

Before she could turn around Velvet saw a streak of white cascade around her peripheral vision, and as she was encompassed in fabric like a prison a metallic like rod spread itself from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, pinning her face first in the ground.

Reflectively, Velvet tried to activate Anesdiora, only to realize it hadn't been moved...since she put it under Gareth's bed.

"Calm down, calm down", the voice sounded family, but it clearly wasn't anybody she knew as her photographic memory was going into overdrive, "Were just going to talk in a more secure place. Afterall if I wanted to kill you, you'd already been dead... that came out wrong, sorry it's been a while"

Luckily for the assailants, Velvet didn't have time to be perplexed by that as she was already confused by this situation in general. Besides Penny, nobody else had spoken the universal tongue since she had arrived on Earth...which logically meant this person could be involved with the other three trans galactic travelers.

Trying to struggle against her own attacker's guidance, the rabbit faunus found herself in an expert pin. Whoever this person was, they were good, even better than Fox's in hand to hand combat. Especially since she was performing a martial art pin with a...well Velvet hadn't seen what it's was yet, but it felt like a weapon.

"Let me go", the faunus had spoken, trying to send a message of distress to Penny...only to realize her phone was back at the Cadarn's...and off.

"That's not going to happen, but trust me your in much better hands with me than anybody else on this planet...wow that also came out wrong", the cloaked women was... well she was a female for sure, and didn't sound like any of the people back at the stadium. But Velvet didn't exactly want to take her chances.

Unfortunately, her fellow remnant huntress was phenomenal, and didn't allow herself to slip up and produce any chances for Velvet to take. Being on the ground, and with her beret now lying a few feet in front of her, the rabbit-eared faunus had to wonder just how this person got past her with her most powerful sense unimpeded.

"I've got her", the woman switched to English which was just sparking more confusion, and honestly terror in Velvet's mind, "As a matter of fact I could do this all day, but you're coming with the restraints now"

"Oh my gods", for some reason Velvet switched to Vivian's origin language, and her assailant must have grown a confused face because she didn't understand a word of Danish apparently.

"Just get here ASAP, the less of a scene she has to make the better. I can confirm she's a huntress, but not well trained. Based on her age she's probably just a student...no offense by the way kid...unless you're here to start trouble, in which case take a lot of offense", the words, which would probably hurt under normal circumstances, only made Velvet more and more fearful. This lady was speaking to somebody in English, which meant she could be in contact with a government.

Eyes trying to widen past the sockets own dimensions, Velvet knew full well why she had a secret identity in the first place, and the thought of being captured by an Earth nation was...she didn't even want to think about what could happen.

"Help", she whispered it at first, and in English as well. She hated what she was about to do, but, even if she thought it could only prove Penny's point, she was actually going against her own pride and about to behave like a true huntsman in a way.

"Kid, don't you dare-", the woman caught on immediately to what Velvet was about to do, and slowly, as if trying to approach an animal the combat expert woman knew could act faster, she tried to change her pin in order to silence what was coming.

But the reaction had started before Velvet's fellow Remnant native could have stopped it. While the flip and pin to her back was executed flawlessly by the mysterious woman, the hand that now closed off the mouth reached her far too late,

"HELP-", the woods became a lake, that's stillness was interrupted by a powerful ripple. Muttering vulgar words Velvet had learned two separate times, and now knew the translation for, her assailant brought her face down close.

Hidden behind a white cloak, Velvet's eyes allowed her to see a pale white hue, encompassed by medium length black bangs...a hair style her semblance recognized immediately. Unfortunately, that recognition also came with the sound of feet on a dirt path.

Looking to her side, the adult version of a Beacon friend, shot off another curse, as surprising Velvet another bar of aura outside of theirs appeared on a... modified scroll.

"There's another one in bound", being right-side up, Velvet's ears could pick up the small static that must of been impeded communication device in her captors human, "No don't, I'll incapacitate this one, then take care of the other...well then next time have a wider network"

As she...bickered with somebody, the woman showcased her professionalism by already moving her forearm to pin down Velvet in place of her weapon. It was seamless and the faunus could do nothing to stop the transition, except for struggle in vain as the steel of the weapon glinted against the half-lit moon. It was a halberd esc design, and luckily, despite it being positioned to swing down, it was to do so with the horribly aerodynamic flat side,

"If you aren't with that witch I'll apologize later, alright kid", the person didn't switch back to universal, and there was a tone of fear in the word witch, but all Velvet could do was fall into her own nerves as she waited for the weapon to arc downwards.

"Vivian are you okay, what's going on...what the hell", Vivian's fearful eyes were overtaken with a new concern as her photographic mind knew that voice well. Her eyes traveling upward in their socket, she saw what the other woman couldn't and wished more than anything that Gareth hadn't been the one to respond to her call, "Holy shit"

Shining off the celestial body, even human eyes could see the pole axe's head… and its position above Velvet. His own eyes widening in confused fear, Gareth looked just about ready to let loose his bladder...but despite that he didn't make a move to run in the opposite direction.

"Get the fuck off her!", he was shaking with fear, and his voice was filled with terror, but he began pushing his legs towards the source. Two sets of eyes saw what he was about to do, and the woman could only shake her...until he came into full view for her…

"Oh no", the woman's whisper seemed to have...concern in it but Velvet didn't care. Her need to help now becoming physical she began to realize there was a way to take advantage of her current pin, "Arthur wait, don't!"

Her voice started out as a whisper at first, but the last name was shouted to the night. Stuttering mid run at it, Gareth's eyes, narrowed from horror produced bravery, to pure shock and unwanted confusion...however, that didn't last long as a flash of steel rocketed into his side.

Coming from out of the woods, some sort of blonde hair man slammed into Gareth. He wasn't dressed in any uniform Velvet knew of back on Remnant, but the design screamed combat oriented, as the black tactical gear was covered with some sort of exo-suit.

Standing just a tad bit taller than Gareth, Velvet had to take a second to release who was pinning who as they were sporting the same hairstyle. However, given the hit he just took, and the goggles the golden lock one wore, it was obvious...as was the panic, that Gareth, the regular human Gareth, had just been hit by a truck in bipedal form.

Not even caring about the saving grace that Gareth had been hit on his left side, Velvet did the only thing she could. Biting down before the raven-haired woman could voice her own opinion, the brunette clenched her teeth as hard as she could on the hand covering her voice.

Having even her jaw muscles infused with aura, the woman's digit felt pain even if her own outer soul protected them from the Beacon students' teeth. A tribute to her training, the older huntress still kept her forearm pinning Velvet's body, but the mouth was momentarily freed,

"GARETH!", her voice had rung the air and rippled the pound once again. So much so that the projectile man who was now over the prone Cadarn ceased his action. Having both his arms up, with some sort of blinking device in one, he had looked ready to deliver another blow, but surprising even Velvet had stopped his track.

"G-Gareth", obviously the faunus picked up the whisper, but what she was more startled was the level of concern she heard it had...it was the same as, if not more, than her own.

Everybody paused their struggle, and let the silence take the night. As the realization that a non-aura user had just been subjected to a bone breaking tackle...with a right arm that was already way ahead on the broken part.

"P-please he's just a regular person, he has nothing to do with this. He isn't from Beacon or even Remnant... h-he needs a doctor now!", the weight on her remained fixed, but at the word Beacon and the scene before her faked brown eyes, the woman only gave out another whisper,

"Oh gods", the voice sounded regretful...only for the ping of an aura tracker going down to cause the words to be cast with the new light of realization, "Oh gods"

Whatever battle state the man who had attacked Gareth possessed was gone. Looking down, his arms that were about to unleash an ominous weapon his digits, now grasp the sides of his face, only pausing to yank the goggles off his newly revealed ocean blue eyes.

"G-Gareth I...I-I didn't...oh my God, please be okay-", the man's sudden shock and confusion unknowingly answered his own question. Defying all lays of physics, Gareth rubbed his left hand on his face. He certainly gave off a groan, but only that of somebody who had the wind knocked out of them.

...More astonishing to Velvet, and everybody else in the now popular park, was the deep blue light reflection that now rippled its way across Gareth's body. The body that it had protected from the worst of the mechanically suited man's take down,

"What did you do-", the hooded woman's question wasn't infused with hostility, more so whispered with disbelief at the sight of the impossible. But before the rabbit Faunus could answer, another color made its entrance.

The aqua waves turning green, a pastel bolt shot its way from Gareth to the similarly hair styled man. The technology encompassed individual notice the streak jumped from the bruised, but still conscious, boy to his suit. However, he simply didn't care...at least not enough to stop his almost reassuring reach down to Velvet's housemate.

"I...I didn't… if I knew it was you-", going to kneel down next to him, almost with a parent like concern, the man's eyes shined with relief at the sight of the youngest Cadarn rubbing the left side of his head. However, he would soon have to make a similar gesture, as his metallic exoskeleton shot to life with electricity.

His own enhanced hand turning into a fist, by an outer system of muscles he had just lost all control of, he rammed his own right gaunt into his cheek. Having enough force to knock himself over, the man was now prone, but seemed more surprised than hurt. The force the suite was meant to build up was immense, but clearly not designed to do deliver the energy flawlessly when striking inward.

"Cease all hostilities at once!", a static noise shot out of two sets of speakers, one that seemed to be located on the man, and also on the woman atop her. More surprisingly to Velvet though, the voice had a tone, and a demanding one if not cute...and it was one she hadn't heard since everything officially went to hell back in Vale.

"P-", the sound of the Atlesian nickname was all the chocolate eyed girl could get out, before her aura shattered outwards from between her shoulders.

Not being the only one to react to these new developments, the snow encased woman clearly had done so as well…and in a far more professional manner. Having brought down her halberd, her promise was made real, as the flat face of the weapon slammed into Velvet's soul.

Sounding like it had been jet propelled, the second year Beacon student had so much force go through her, that her body actually sprung slightly into the air due to the expertise and strength of the strike.

Time slowed down, and Velvet could now only confirm how outclass she was. With what could only represent her aura bar on the black-haired woman's altered scroll shooting down she could also only conclude this huntress was a genius.

The professional moving off her, and dashing towards her now self-boxing partner, Velvet knew she was getting knocked out. The angelic reaper had handled the suddenness of this worst-case scenario expertly. Instead of taking the extra, unnecessary, millisecond to aim for the faunus' head, she instead struck an area where the student wouldn't expect a blow to come.

Because of this, Velvet's body instinctually sacrificed the protection all throughout her outer layer to an area it believed it would need the most protection. As a result, she unknowingly created her own weak point, which the woman took advantage of. Going from a high to low state, her aura shock put her body through more stress then it could handle, and the chocolate themed huntress saw the night through an ever-inclosing tunnel.

However, her journey to the land of dreams would not be instantaneous. As such she saw the pole axes wielding professional, with encoded movements, shoot past her to the malfunctioning companion, and disconnect a power source on his back. This action, despite it being impossible to become muscle memory, was done as such.

The man collapsing like a power downed Atlesian paladin, the similarity nationality being inside also was disabled. Cutting off, the bodiless defender's voice left the air, as a streak of green light briefly bleached Velvet eyes as it traveled back to Gareth.

With the darkness being methodical as if filled her eyes, Velvet could make out the youngest Cadarn's own go wide as she realized the boy had just gotten his bearing when this new found development occurred.

Now on one knee he hadn't even so much as moved, as his mind was too drowned in shock to act. However, as the machines came to a halt, his mind picked back up,

"Penny!", he sounded far more terrified at the intelligence's sudden disappearance than Velvet thought possible, but at the moment it was not as if she was in a clear mind, "What did you…"

The tunnel now collapsing, Velvet had thought she exited the awake world. But before her body truly embraced leisure, her ears stuck around. Despite it being best sense, the universe still seemed blurry, but even with that impairment she could make out the...well disbelief in Gareth's voice.

"...Aelle", he wanted to say those words in disgust, in rage, and even took the current out of it Velvet, he sounded like he wanted to act on those emotions...but he couldn't.

First it was out of the un realness of this situation, how truly impossible it must have seemed from his end...and then his inability to choose was for it to be taken away.

What Velvet could only describe as the noise of an airship engine going off, through a silencer, an asteroid impact echoed throughout the leafless trees. With an encore of a body collapsing to the floor following it up.

"Grab him Arthur", Velvet's ears were now following the pathway her vision path, and the world became more and more quiet even as the woman's voice got closer, "Then contact Nimue"

Her arm was lifted up, and as reality became momentarily lost to her, she was sent on her way to the void with one last sentence, "I don't care what happened on her end, tell her to clear it out and meet us at the entrance to the park because we're taking everything and everyone back"

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Despite standing, or in this case crouching, a rather unintimidating five foot five Nimue liked to think of herself as a professional. Her blonde locks tamed, no strand dared ever grew past one inch in length or held the desire to sprout in a haphazard direction. With no risk of a follicle interfering with her vision, her hazel eyes were only hidden behind a thick pair of shades.

Much like her monotone nature, her lips never moved out of a thin line position that topped off a wrinkle free suit. She at all times expressed the body language and emotional range of a lioness looking over its designated living and hunting area.

So, in all definitions of the word, and perhaps its very incarnation given life in a late twenties' woman, Nimue was a professional. Certainly, more so than the two people who had constantly caused her to be unprofessional.

As a result, when the communication device finally flicked to life with the rest of the SUV that Gareth had, against all logic, shut down with his mere presence, she was a tad bit annoyed with the hypocrisy of the first message she saw from Arthur,

New development, grab Laura and everything of importance in the house. I don't need a write up of how you let somebody slip past you, but we're heading back to a more secure location and will see you in approximately fifteen minutes at the nature reserves entrance. Do not, under any circumstances, make a report or inform the ATF of this incident, everything is still to be under wraps- Arthur

She wanted to point out how the only reason the situation was brought to him in the first place was because she kept things on the downlow. She wanted to express how the only reason somebody slipped past her was because his son had somehow EMP'd her entire vehicle. But more they anything else she wanted to point out how his comically time texts came only because she had taken apart the entire CPU core of the car and rewired everything in the course of ten minutes.

But want wasn't professional, and as such no thoughts could find safe harbor in her mind. Instead, being loyal to an unsanctioned mission she had induced, the agent's mind was focus elsewhere,

Household across the street's vacant, right neighbors shades are drawn, and the left's lights and driveway indicate nobody is home, opening the SUV that had once betrayed her, the shade wearing individual exited and began walking through the cool winter air towards the Cadarn's front door, Still too many unaccountable variables, the night time visibility will help, but prime objective will be last one relocated to the car.

Giving the door three sharp knocks, Nimue's mind never slowed down. Nor did it hesitate in analyzing anybody else's reaction to her. The wood flying open, the emerald eyed mom looked out with a smile, only to be met with confusion as the people she expected clearly didn't attribute any traits found on the shorter agent,

"Can I help-", self-inviting herself in, Nimue silently cut Laura off. Already turning the mother around with one hand, the short cut blonde, uses the other to shut the entrance way, or, more accurately to her, viewing port.

One, pulling out a damped cloth, Laura's question was cut off with the sound of the door's metallic hinges falling back into place, two, three

The poor brunette, not even having time to realize what was going on, let alone react to it, was unconscious by the time the count finished. Taking on the mother's weight, Nimue laid her to rest next to the wall by the door. To an onlooker it may have seen like the agent was being gentle, but in truth she was just bringing the eldest Cadarn's body to the floor in the most time efficient way possible without allowing risk of injury,

Downstairs environment of little importance, not missing a beat, Nimue began walking towards the staircase the moment Laura's body overcame gravity, No material of interest outside the need of a cleaning service.

Walking by the pigsty that was Gareth's living quarter, the perfectly driven blonde strode up the stairs. Ignoring Laura's door completely, she, seemingly having a blueprint of the house embedded in her brain, entered Vivian's bedroom.

Looking around she immediately began to classify items in order of importance. Fetching a bag that the Danish exchange student had hanged neatly in the closet, Nimue picked it up and began utilizing it as if it was left there for her.

Going over to the sole desk in the room, she placed any electronics she could find in the container. Picking up a strangely engraved computing core, that felt colder than space. Following that came the familiarly design cell phone, and the memory drive of an Earth made hardwire.

Thirteen minutes until rendezvous, the agent thought, not in a robotic manner but more so a single minded one. Knowing she was nothing if not punctual, she began priorities were to look for hidden objects.

Not wasting time trying to second guess cliches, the woman walked over to the military made bed. Dropping to her knees, the screw hole on her sunglasses proved to hide a hidden function and lit the dark area to life.

Shining upon a duffel bag, and the sight of some strange, but carefully placed vile of liquid that shined a low neon blue, the agent didn't feel the need to berate this visitor's carelessness. Rather she took advantage of the situation and gathered the material.

Upon removing the front objects, she then noticed one final piece of technology towards the back. Going prone and reaching out, she pulled out what seemed to be a late twentieth century photography device. However, the digital image display on its back hardly fit its aesthetic.

Looking down at the last photo taken, and the bag, the woman's expressions and emotions remained unreadable. But as the reflection of a blacked, silver, and green haired trio shined of her light blocking spectacles, she finally felt the need to respond to the catalysts that controlled her last three minutes,

Cadarn residence cleared out and all evidence of value collected. Moving to the stated meet up point as we speak. ETA eight and a half minutes, unless original time is meant to be exact- Nimue

Sliding the cellular devices back into its hidden home at her side, the secret blue-eyed agent threw both bags over her shoulder, knowing full well neither Arthur nor Ceinwyn gave a damn about the time.

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"This isn't fair, it isn't fair!", Mercury didn't know if he should tell Tyrian to calm down, or if doing so would actually risk the arachnid faunus leaving his most calm setting.

As such, under the gaze of waning moon that sat naturally at its peak in a darkened sky, the silver haired mercenary remained fixated as well. Allowing Tyrian to hiss and, for all realistic purposes, bitch, as the sadist brought out his axe bladed gauntlet and began hacking away at all the vegetation in and out of sight.

"Mother gets me a pet, and it turns out to be broken, lazy, and slow!", with no shortage of earth flora to take his anger out on, Mercury saw Emerald shoot him a glare.

With both standing mere feet apart, secretly concern for their own and each other's safety, the mechanically assisted hunter didn't know if he should be thankful the trio had ended up unseen in this planets only forested area, or irritated that Tyrian's lumberjack career could break his gratitude at a moment's notices.

...but of course, his, and his sickle wielding partner's, instincts would hardly give such justified thoughts the time of day. As all concern, or annoyance, was turned to terror at the sight of the sociopath's dog.

Despite having been following the beast for a half a day, Mercury still couldn't get over how...appalling it was. Of course, his and Emerald's careers had put them into contact with more Grimm then he ever knew existed, and he had slowly built up an immunity to their horrendous appearance ever since Cinder revealed to him the parasite like one leaching on her entire skeletal system.

...However, this creature...this thing was something else. In truth its body wasn't all that hard to gaze upon.

Looks wise it appeared more like a deformed, or rather more deformed, Beowolf mixed with the hind legs of a mutt, and the snout of a crocodile, and purely judging it on size the being of nightmare was no bigger than an ursa.

However, that Beowulf looking face had eyes that shined with far more intelligence then its inferior named counterpart. And those dog-like knees traversed the earth with surprising and unnerving stillness.

Making matters even more unbearable, the reptilian like jaw didn't actually possess sharpened teeth...rather its boney structure evolved for an herbivore lifestyle, as they were all in the shape of molars...human molars.

Sickened, both he and Emerald didn't even want to wonder what happened to the humans Tyrian had collected to fuel this ambition, and honestly the only saving quality about this whole mission was that they were far to distract at the moment to put the two brain cells together needed to deduce the answer to that question.

"You stupid, stupid animal! I bent over backwards to convince mother to get you", that most certainly wasn't true, but as Mercury brought his gray eyes back to Tyrian he saw the Scorpion tailed faunus literally let gravity take his spinal cord in the wrong direction as if to make a point, "I followed you across town after town, patiently letting you lead, and resisted the urge to play with all the toys those places had to offer… only for you to crap out at the last moment!"

It was hard to tell if the slicked back pony haired murder was genially upset, putting on an act to make both Mercury and his fellow teenager uncomfortable, or simply couldn't decide which one to pursue. However, as he went over and struck the Grimm, who didn't so much as flinch from his crouched position sniffing the ground, it was probably safe to say the gauntlet man was, impossibly, expressing all three.

"Well where are they, where are my presents'', having to now watch both disturbing creatures, Mercury eyes tracked Tyrian as he walked up next to the hound's face. Wondering if the psychopath was going to grab the plated bone of its crown and somehow push its already dirt covered snout deeper into the earth, "Is she here, in this pile of liquid shit, or did you grow an anus just to spite me"

Normally the childlike tone of Tyrian's voice would get to Mercury, but this time, as Emerald shivered, it seems to only affect his comrade. However, being directed to the glowing pool of brown that now shined out in the night, Mercury was too occupied with what truly made him despise being next to this Grimm.

Although his elder insect appendaged teammate had ensured him the beast was a tracker, that word was...well it was accurate but not in the traditional sense. Rather than sniff out the protective soul through other mediums, the hound like ichor ambition...well it simply made the aura the only thing it could track.

Any form of life smaller than a chipmunk simply died in its presence…as anybody tracking them could attest to, and even the ground beneath its nose and feet became duller. As if the creature itself caused sections of the planet to commit suicide.

Even now, the chocolate color aura of their unwanted hitchhiker stood out, despite the very fact that, even specially trained huntsmen couldn't see aura trails, when revealed it would have been closer in color to the actual dirt trail.

"...You think it's actually broken?", his green themed companion was the first to break the silence. She tried to sound as if she was interested in the question she voiced, but it only came out as a distraction for them both.

"Who knows, not like anybody would tell us", he whispered in a lower volume than Emerald, trying to sound annoyed, but like her was just converting slight fear, "But if it means that freaks not bothering me for a moment then I'll gladly watch him beat it to death"

"Yeah...but don't we still need it...after all we need to get back to Remnant, who knows what Cinder", Mercury raised an eyebrow at this, wondering why his partner had to mention or unnaturally put Cinder into any conversation she could, "..and Salem are doing?"

"I doubt even Salem knows what she's doing", the boy sighed, trying to drop the subject of the new, or still half cursed, Fall Maiden, "if this is anything to go by"

He gestured out to the scene, just as Tyrian resumed beating the beast's boney head. The sociopath now scowling like a kid issuing corporal punishment.

To its credit, or rather its disinterest, the dog like Grimm didn't care nor stop its purpose because some thirty-year-old serial killer was throwing a temper tantrum.

Although it had stayed sniffing the spot where, supposedly, the rabbit faunus had last been, it's head now began slowly rising...only it didn't stop rising. Seemingly understanding that the world worked in three spatial dimensions rather than two, the darkened hellhound eyes narrowed at the sky directly above the brown puddle.

Mercury and the gun slinging melee user's conversation giving out one last whimper as it died, both orphans followed the creature's human lined mouth. Despite Tyrian still hitting it, and now even unleashing aura infused strikes at the sight of it ignoring him, the echoes of the faunus' attack landed on three pairs of deaf ears.

In a silent world, a streak of white seemed to glow down from this planet's tauntingly intact moon. Almost like a spiderless piece of web gently making its way to connect both heaven and Earth, the all shining shade landed in the puddle of its chocolate counterparts.

It was...well considering the hound had caused it, it was by far the most serene act that creature had instigated. How the two auras connected, it was all so peaceful and calming.

But before Mercury could take a moment to enjoy this minuscule time of relaxation...the same ichor monster that caused it...shattered the frame in the most literal and physical way possible.

Riling back on its hind legs as if in pain, the creature gave out an ear killing snarl. A sound that quickly morphed its way into a shriek that sounded like it was being produced by fifteen tortured men and women rather than a single...abomination...but then again it had to earn that latter title somehow.

All aura users jumped back, as their eyes reacted in shock. Of course, compared to Emerald and Mercury's own pupils dilating out of instinct and readiness to defend themselves, Tyrian simply turned his perplexed gaze to his hands wondering if hitting the thing had actually worked.

Of course, the black and white creature of darkness hardly cared. Somehow in pain, the dog like ichor given mass slammed its head into the ground at a rapid-fire rate, as its front limbs even broke through and collapsed a tree's trunk that had unwisely grown too close to the beast.

With one part of the forest falling apart to the sound of despair, others were now lightning up as the world around them died. Each shockwave through the ground creating a new color, the white spread out, and morphed itself into blue, which seemingly blended itself into yellow before going green.

This two-dimensional laser show went on, with the colors appearing in lines and pools as the aura shifted between each other. The white, seemingly consuming all in its path, slowly absorbed the other electromagnetic waves, as the hound tried bludgeoning itself to death behind its trail.

Looking to Emerald, and even being so desperate as to look to Tyrian for help or understanding, Mercury watched the scene unsure what to think. Unfortunately, his crimson eyed companion shared a similar thought process...and adding on to the horror of the seen, the scorpion faunus only seemed to be growing more and more jubilant at the creature's pain and destruction,

"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!", doing a one-eighty, the pony tailed greased man began hopping up and downing as the beast now took on the role of emotionally unstable child. Even giving of a quick series of claps as if to encourage the behavior, "I knew you had it in you, that's a good boy!"

Being the only one who could make him, Mercury wanted to look appalled at Tyrian's act, but with his mouth slightly agape he just couldn't piece together enough neurons to produce such a feeling. The creature's skin now appearing to boil, all the energy he had inflicted to itself seemed to be turning into a potential fuel source...and that source was being put to kinetic use as it seem to be given a new direction.

When all the other colors had surrendered to the shades of black and white, the moon lit line shot out from the woods….or rather it shot further into the woods before its sight was lost in a sea of sound.

Its breakdown disappearing as soon as it began, the Grimm's eyes once again narrowed after it. Giving off a screech of pure terror in place of a roar, the sentient ichor darted with newfound purposes. Breaking any foliage or vegetation in its path as it followed directly after the aura trail.

Its bone plates becoming thicker, and its black fibered muscles more defined and enlarged, Mercury could only shoot Emerald a truly shocked look...not knowing anymore who the pet was in this weird and unwanted family relationship.

Of course, Tyrian didn't care, and as the deranged embodiment of death shot out of the park, it's number one fan followed suit. Despite beating on it before, the scorpion sadist now pursued with a smile that made it seem like he wanted to either kiss the Grimm...or orgasm on the spot.

"Do we...follow them?" momentarily becoming a goddess, Emerald's voice allowed Mercury the distraction needed to tear his grey orbs from the scene before him...only his answer brought with it the knowledge he'd have to endure that sight again.

"If they let us make those type of choices, then why are we here?"