The Courier awoke several hours later. He jumped to a ready position and drew both pistols before remembering what had happened the prior day. Holstering Lil' Devil and his Sequoia, he shifted his focus to composing a list of what he would need to get done. 'Going to need information, money, and a place to stay. Society seems prewar, so possibly need to fake an identity as well. That's...actually something I haven't really had to do before. Operating systems will probably be quite different, so my hacking experience is effectively shot to hell for anything beyond the basics...though that would likely mean my Pipboy is secure against their actions as well...'
He shook his head before continuing, 'Back on topic. Could sell off the gold, but lugging around multiple thirty-five pound bars would only make me a target for pickpockets. I know enough that I could likely counter any attempt, maybe even perform a counter at the same instant. Not like I could leave the stuff up here, anyway. Someone may have seen me last night and even if not, it would be highly suspicious to come back here afterwards. Especially since I would need to pick up a ladder as well.'
The Courier removed his Elite Riot Gear helmet and stroked his chin with his left hand. 'Housing will likely come fairly easily after the money. Get to a less than scrupulous part of town and pay in cash, I should be able to get ahold of something I could use. A motel of sorts could hold me over til I find an actual apartment. Will have to be careful in what I leave behind though. As for information, the society is akin to prewar. Might be a library I could use, or at least I should be able to find a book store of some kind. Granted, all this thinking is moot if they decide to report me due to my appearance. Doubt a...however the hell you would label how Rawr's arm is attached and the camera eye would bring about the most favorable of responses. Can't really get away going full Riot Gear here like I could in the wastes. Let's see what I have.'
A quick lookover of the supplies he had gathered resulted in him rapidly running across on the suit and trenchcoat outfit he referred to as his 'Mysterious Stranger' outfit. It wasn't what belonged to that individual, but with exception of holding a darker shade, it held quite a few similarities from the outside. The inside was heavily modified to be able to carry a large number of items with him. After putting it on with the vest of the Courier's duster underneath for a bit of protection and beating an old pre-war hat into shape, the Courier made the curious attempt to try and see how much he could affix to the inside of the unbuttoned trenchcoat. The amount proved to be a bit more than the Elite Riot Gear, but all that really meant was that he had a couple more chems rapidly available on-hand. 'Not enough to toss out the duffel. Was worth a shot at least.'
Grabbing a pair of Lucky Sunglasses, the Courier slung the zipped up duffel over his shoulders and proceeded inside the wall. Slowly opening the door, he noted that there wasn't anyone around the area. Putting on the Lucky Sunglasses to both hide the camera eye and to reduce glare, the Courier opened the door fully and began to descend down the ladder carefully. The bottom of the ladder, or at least, the bottom of how far he trusted the ladder, was a couple meters off the ground, but coming out...able to move from worse falls led the Courier to jump off without fear. His hat fell off his head as he dropped, but it leisurely fell near enough to him to catch it and put it back on his head. Looking up, he noted that he had forgotten to close the door to the old area behind him. 'Ah well. Can't get back up there now,' he thought as he turned away and walked into the city.
With the daylight as it now was, the Courier was able to get a far better look of the city. Even though the area he was in seemed to be partially run down, something was nagging at his mind for a few seconds before he recognized what it was. The city was too clean. Not that it was a bad thing, but the complete and utter lack of sand, dust, fallout, and the rest of the stuff that had essentially become a part of everything in the wasteland was triggering something within his mind that this place shouldn't exist. Hell, he had been to Vault City and even the best portions of that seemed to pale before the appearance held by the rundown portions of this city. 'This is going to take some getting used to...'
This one is a bit on the short side, but I wanted to at least get something out after this length of time without an update from me. With the new information provided by canon RWBY, I wonder if the side the Courier will be making will be considered as being three, four, or an even greater number? All I know is, I might be needing to step things up a bit from what is planned to keep him competitive...