POV - Whitley
"Wake up Huntsman," a voice said.
I shot straight up and immediately felt the cold air. Looking around me I noticed something very, very important. I was outside.
"Good morning Huntsman, as you can see you are in the wilderness. Your weapons and attire are in the box on your left. We suggest that you start moving as there is no one around you to hold off the Grimm," the small camera, drone thing said.
"What the hell James," I said.
"We suggest-
"I heard you already," I interrupted.
I open the box and quickly undressed.
'Hopefully I can find Ilia, or anyone really'
I slipped on my combat uniform which gave me a small bit of camouflage, but was nothing compared to my outfit.
"We suggest-
"I'm working on it," I yelled.
'That wasn't a good idea... wait maybe it was'
I grabbed my weapons and attached them to my sides.
"Anybody near by," I yelled.
Snap*
"Being as no one responded I'm gonna make the assumption that that's a Grimm," I said.
The large black Beowulf leaped at me.
POV - Neon
I heard the sound of someone fighting a few yards ahead of me.
'Finally'
I ran towards the sounds when I saw arcs of fire coming from the same area I had heard the sound.
'Seems they're closer than I though'
"Dear Oum these fuckers are relentless," a familiar voice said.
"Schnee," I called out.
"Neon," he replied.
"Yeah, " I said as I stepped out into the opening.
Whitley stood in the center, two massive cleavers in hand, a grimm dissolving right infront of him.
"Good job," I said.
"Thank you," he said.
"So what know," I asked.
"We go find another group so we can make a team," he answered.
"Oh, yeah that makes sense," I said.
"Can you by any chance hear anything, I know you have a tail, but you still have better hearing than me," he asked.
"I was about say; anyway, yes I hear a few people talking to the West," I answered.
"Lead the way please," he said.
I walked in the general direction of the voices, but it felt like they were getting further and further away.
"The voices are getting quieter," I said.
"Hey jackasses," he yelled.
"Whitley," I whispered.
"Did you hear that," the distant voice said.
"You're the faunus, not me," the other distant voice said.
"It came from behind us," the first distant voice said.
"Then let's meet them," the second distant voice said.
"That worked," I said.
"Of course it did," he said.
"What if they aren't good people," I asked.
"I'll kick their asses and we leave them for the Grimm," he answered.
"Ha ha very funny," I said.
"Who said I was joking," he asked.
"Oh shut up," I said.
"Neon," the second of the formerly distant voices said as they got closer.
"Uh, how do you know me," I asked.
"Probably because of the eyesore you call hair," Whitley said.
"Hey," I yelled, a little upset about the comment.
"I mean your hair is on the brighter side," the second voice said.
"Oh don't you dare encourage this," I said.
"Neon chill out it's us," Flynt said as he and Ilia entered the clearing.
"Flynt that was incredibly rude," Ilia said as she stepped out next to him.
"I'm just saying what we're all thinking," Flynt said defending his case.
"Still, something's you just don't say," Ilia said.
"Yeah I know, so those drones," Flynt said.
"Weird right," I said.
"Not gonna lie, I would have been fine with a note, some kind of hologram, or anything really," Ilia said.
"Honestly it was just weird," Whitley said.
"Ok so we all agree that the drones were weird," Flynt said.
"Yes," Whitley said.
"So what now," Ilia asked.
I looked at Whitley for instruction seeing as he seemed to have a plan.
"Why are you looking at me, I have no idea where we're supposed to go," Whitley said.
"I'm gonna guess we are meant to fight some Grimm to prove our worth, then make our way out," Flynt said.
"Alrighty then, lead the way," Whitley said.
"Wait, you don't want to take control," I asked.
"I don't want any of the responsibilities that being a leader entails," Whitley answered.
"I really need to stop judging you like a Schnee," I said.
"I'm well aware of what my last name means to everyone," Whitley said.
"So, should we get moving," Ilia asked.
"Yes." Flynt said as he started making his way back into the woods.
"Wait for us," I yelled as I ran in after him.
"Hold on," Ilia said.
(Small Time Skip brought to you in part by a lame excuse)
"Where are the damn Grimm," Flynt yelled.
"I wish I could tell you Flynt," Whitley said.
"Ilia, Neon, can either of you hear anything," Flynt asked.
"I've got nothing," Ilia answered.
"Same here," I answered.
"Hold," Whitley said as his body faded into smoke and floated up.
"What the fuck," I said.
"Semblance maybe," Ilia offered.
"But his family has glyphs," Flynt contered.
"Well Whitley is clearly not like his family," I said.
"Clearly," Flynt said.
The smoke floated down and reformed into Whitley.
"It looks like we're headed in the right direction, but still no Grimm," Whitley said.
"And which way is that," Flynt asked.
"Toward the giant floating rock that is Atlas," Whtley answered.
"Maybe we should find some grimm before we really start moving," Ilia said.
"I agree with her," I said.
"Alright let's try to head toward Atlas in the most inconvenient way possible," Flynt said, taking the lead.
"Sounds like a plan to me, captain," Whitley said.
"Right this way," Flynt said as he changed course away from the direction Whitley said Atlas was in.
(Another Small Time Skip brought to you in part by Arc's General Store, you want, it we got)
I felt the hairs on my body raise on end… we were being followed.
"Ilia," I said.
"Yes," she replied.
"Do you feel that," I asked.
"The feeling that we're being watched… yes," she answered.
"Something wrong," Flynt asked.
"We feel like we're being followed," I answered.
"You two aren't the only ones," Whitley said.
Grrr
Whitley wiped his head around before turning into smoke and grabbing us.
Raaaaa
*Bang*
Whitley dropped us and took an offensive stance. What I had assumed was just a Ursa stepped out revealing a Grimm that I couldn't recognize.
"What the hell is that," I yelled.
"Don't know," Flynt said as he readied his trumpet.
"I'll give you time to make a plan Flynt," Whitley said as he turned back into smoke and charged the massive Grimm.