Out of the Hotel

All six of the guys lay on the ground, passed out from exhaustion. None of the angry conversation around them was being processed, and they all remained asleep until the point where they were yanked from their slumber.

"You re-painting my beautiful walls! Out! I don't care about your Vale money! Out!" An odd man shouted into all their faces as he tugged on them. They grudgingly stood up, trying to calm the man down. As they walked to get their stuff from their rooms, they saw Yang, looking defeated and pathetic, at the exit of the room. The hotel-owner waited for the Achieve Men to get their bags, and pointed them out of the door, along with the rest of Team RWBY. As they left the hotel, no exchange of conversation was heard between anyone. When they were outside of the hotel, and out in the open in Weoeras, they all stood still, merely contemplating in silence.

"Well, that was a thing." Jack blurted out suddenly. Yang slowly nodded.

"Yeah…" She weakly added. They all sighed in unison. What were they to do? Without a place to stay, they were pretty much sitting ducks…

-

"Hey, Ryan, remember that plan we had about that thing… what was it… the Altar Of Pimps?" Gavin sarcastically said as the troop walked down the market. Ryan moaned.

"Shut up. I still need to research a little bit about the altar before we take action." He quickly snapped. "It's dangerous, I wanna make sure I know as much as I can about what we're getting ourselves into."

Gavin shrugged.

"I…. suppose."

For the next hour, the group merely trudged along the market, knapsacks hanging limply from their backs. Ryan's was of course the largest, as he was forced to research much of the Altar. Many times, he nearly collapsed under the weight of it all. On the other hand, Ruby had been carrying the least, having not brought much to the trip other than spare clothing. She also seemed to be the most optimistic of them all.

"Hey, I thought that hotel was a hole anyway." She pointed out.

"And the streets are better?" Blake blatantly replied. Ruby shrugged.

"I don't know, maybe Ryan can think better out here."

Small conversations like these came and gone as they walked aimlessly.

"Hey, where the hell are we going, anyway?" Geoff asked as they past the same sign for the tenth time.

"Wherever the wind takes us."

They all had different methods of entertaining themselves as they walked. Ray played with his Rose, Ryan read his book, Weiss twiddled with her hair, Jack cracked is knuckles, they all had some way to pass time as they headed nowhere. And oddly enough, no one objected to the aimless walking. Well, except for Weiss.

"What exactly are we doing? We should be heading, doing something!" Weiss pouted. "We have no time to walk around, we should be finding a spot to sleep, so Ryan could concentrate more on his studies! The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we get back to Beacon!"

Everybody ignored her. She merely stomped her foot on the ground, crossed her arms, and continued to walk, occasionally muttering under her breath. This system of complaining, ignoring, and walking continued for approximately an hour more, until Ryan had even had enough. He merely stopped dead in his tracks, sat down, and continued his research on the ground, in the midst of hundreds of shopping people.

"Listen, Ryan, we can't be here! We'll get trampled!" Gavin whispered to Ryan fiercely. Ryan did not listen. "Are you listening?"

Still no reply or acknowledgement. As a crowd began to gather around Ryan, seemingly ignoring everyone who nearly bumped into him, he made a move and slammed the book shut. For a moment he remained still, but then suddenly jumped up to his feet.

"Hello, Weoerians!" He shouted excitedly. "I once heard an urban legend… one about a Puffigan sent into the well-known Altar."

Gavin shuddered, remembering the story.

"I also know this is the town that Puffigan was said to have died in…" He continued. "So. I would like to know one thing. Is it true? The last words? Did it speak?"

So they had not been walking aimlessly. Ryan had lead them to this specific town to gather information, then…

The residents nodded slowly.

"We tell the children stories of it to keep them away from the altar. Some say a demon rests in there. Worse than the Grimm…" A raspy voice came from the crowd.

"Thank you." Ryan said, a smile coming across his face. "I am only a traveler. I want to know if the legends are true."
With that, Ryan walked back towards his group, suspiciously eyeing Ryan.

"Ugh, demon, did they say…? What kind of thing happened in there?" Yang asked. Ryan shrugged.

"I don't know, obviously some really crazy shit. But we're professionals." Ryan reassured her. She groaned.

"Whatever."

"So, guys, I now know the danger level of the Altar, and am confident to go in there… once we train to overcome our fears and learn how to fight better." Ryan told his friends. "Whatever's in there, it is not some average Grimm low-life. It is something that is scary as hell. Just read some of these stories." Ryan held up a book. It happened to be the same book Gavin read. "It'll leave you spooked. So we need to overcome our fear when in there. We'll need to train extensively…"

They all nodded.

"Hey, why are we doing this again?" Ray asked. Ryan shrugged.

"For fun. To save the world. To become stronger. Inform the public of the dangers of what's in there." Ryan lied. He knew his goals, he wanted to save Edgar. He would never forgive himself if he would never see Edgar again.

Gavin held his hand out in front of himself, gesturing for a break-down. The other nodded, placed their hands over Gav's, and cheered as they raised their hands in the air triumphantly.