Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY!
The moon was holding high among the twinkling stars of the night sky. The temperature was perfectly warm as the wind blew lightly around me at this height. I was casually leaning back in a chair in one of the taller spires in uptown Kuchinashi, which was one of the bigger hotspots for all sorts of legally questionable activities.
"Do you have a visual on the target?" croned a raspy voice through my scroll.
"Yeah, the guy's lounging around on a rooftop bar downtown, the one with the neon boobs on the northern wall, like 2 turns off of the main road," I reply in annoyance. Recon jobs like these were easy Lien, but they were always such a bore. "He's looking pretty paranoid, so I suggest you guys act quick and smooth."
"Understood," was the last I heard from him for a while.
As I sat back and hummed a tune to myself, I watched as two groups of people closed in on the building. I don't know what they want him for, and I don't want to know. It's not my job to know. I zoomed out to my normal sight and let my aura recharge. My part was done, for now, assuming everything else went fine on their end.
A few minutes passed by without much sound but my hums on the wind, the occasional flick of the tongue to taste the smell of restaurants in the area. Suddenly gunfire breaks me from my meditation, coming from the direction of downtown. I instantly zoom in only to see the target running away, and the groups of grunts tending to their wounded.
"Fuck," was all I uttered as I realized I couldn't be my laid back self anymore.
With a swift practiced motion, I grabbed my rifle off my back and set the mount on the rooftop railing. The target was running west- wind blowing east, adjust aim forward- and I had 10 seconds. Waiting for a clear angle for the target to pass through- 9- I watched him run- 8. 7. 6. 5. Finally, he crossed a street- 4- and I pulled the trigger. 3. I waited the elongated sense of time. 2. 1. Finally, I see his left leg crumple just as my vision returns to normal and I'm out of breath.
"Target down. Nice shot, Alvera," came the raspy voice from my scroll.
"Fuck off, your guys were incompetent," I returned with as much snark as my panting voice could. "I'm adding interest for having to do this. 15%"
"Fine by me. Your payment will be in the agreed mail deposit box," was the last I heard of him as I closed my scroll.
I stayed there, catching my breath until I was finally able to stand and put my rifle back in its place. Kicking the chair over, I made my way over to the stairs, thinking all the way, that this would be my last job.
AN:
My name is Kuma, and I sparked the loveliness that is Alvera. Alvera is more of my unhinged wild side and may seem very... unrealistic in many cases. She also represents some things that I wish I could have been, whether as a part of the personality or as some other things. I'm still getting used to playing her as this is really the first time I've done RP. I hope you enjoy her as much as everyone else in the group obviously does. - yep, that's our Alvera, er Kuma, I meant Kuma. Anyways, he was the one to create MEQA with us on board. We hope you enjoy our characters as much as we have been so far and hope to see you in a few days for the real fun! We are all apart of /r/RWBY Discord server~
*P.S. Trailers are where you'll only see two of us doing the first person, the rest of the story will be done in third unless it is a special chapter.*
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