Foresworn

HP/VS

IXX: Something, something gang is here

"He was someone we knew, in a past life. I, We, I'm sorry Oscar for this. His sister joined me in my quest to defeat a great evil; unfortunately she lost her life. Hazel, has a grudge against me." The disembodied voice said in his head.

They'd bumped into Hazel at the station, where the older man had hit the machine giving him a free ticket. Now they were heading to Haven Academy. To Oscar, this terrified him, he'd been a farmhand and he'd expected to remain a farmhand and now here he was being flung into something he didn't understand. The only thing he knew was a name, Ruby Rose, black and red hair, sniper-scythe and possesses silver eyes.

Team RNJR were waiting in the foyer; rather Ruby was. The rest of the team were waiting with her to keep her company, Qrow was going to make a full recovery; in fact he was going to be discharged soon.

With the CCT down, Ruby had taken to sending letters back to Patch. So far she hadn't received a reply; but that was because she hadn't a settled address yet.

"Hey kiddo." Ruby looked up to see Qrow standing, arm in a crutch; Cane and Sword on his back.

"Dad. How are you feeling?"

"Well, not dead, Doctor wants me to take it easy for the next few days. Plenty of time for me to start training you."

"Training, we encountered...that was you. You were following us the whole time." Jaune declared.

"Yup. You kids did very well; a little messy from time to time, but nothing that a bit of training can improve."

Ren and Nora nodded "We found a location where we can stay for a week."

Qrow nodded "Give me the name of the Hotel, tell me the name and I'll talk to Leo to reimburse you. In fact he'll be able to reimburse all of you. Huntsmen Academies receive more funding than you might think; coupled with peoples gratitude for what we do…it's not hard for a huntsman to store large reserves of cash somewhere."

RNJR's eyes widened, they hadn't anticipated that. Qrow snorted "Come, let's go. We're burning daylight and our opponent is most certainly getting stronger."

(Harry)

The cell was rather cramped; four other people inside it. The five of them eyeing one another suspiciously. Harry smirked to himself, this...was going to be fun. Infiltrating a terrorist group, turning on said terrorist group and being allowed to 'go berserk' if he needed to.

"What's so funny?"

"Everything. Everything is falling into place, into place for the perfect killing joke."

"You realise we could get hung for this." One snapped.

Harry shook his head, these people were little more than citizens with powerful quirks; no hint of nationalism about them. "From Vale, took a wrong turn, that's why I'm here."

"You're a very long way from home."

"Not really, home is where the heart is…" He trailed off as the door opened; the first four occupants scrambled to their feet, Harry remained sat on the floor.

"Do you possess any modicum of respect?"

Harry looked at the gargantuan human "Respect? Yes and no. Respect you? No, no I do not. Respect your employers? Haven't yet met them."

The man growled and grabbed Harry by the shoulder. Harry smirked, the last thing the man saw was Harry's eyes burn red as Harry buried his fist into the man's gut; there was a howl of pain accompanied by the sickening smell of melting and burning flesh. Harry forced his semblance through the initial point of contact and the brands of burned skin began to expand and extend; cracking and peeling away. The hand was released from his shoulder, Harry activated his semblance. With the door open, Harry strode out.

Outside the cell, a group of seven waited. "You. Servant." A fair skinned, black haired young man called, Harry idly noted he was clad in a scheme of Blue, Black and Silver. "Not a servant. Who are you to try and impose your own delusions unto others?"

The man scoffed "I am Jax Asturias, by Ancestry of Malik the Sunderer…"

Harry's eyes narrowed "History's always been a weak point for me; but isn't his lineage now so old it is untraceable?"

"Malik's descendents are known to have a crown shaped birthmark." A woman clad in Blue, White, Green and Purple retorted "I am Gillian Asturias; and I can tell you that my brother and I both possess the birthmark."

Jax rolled up his sleeve to reveal his birthmark. Harry had to bite back a snort and a groan "That's a brand. I can guarantee that dare I ask Gillian; she'll refuse, plausibly and politely…Wonderful, in the service of two petty brats with illusions and delusions of grandeur, the Dementors would have made much more preferable sleeping partners. Note to self, get a room with Velvet the moment this job is done."

"Very well your highness. I am not a servant, where I come from I would be an Marquess...a Marcher Lord and an Earl."

Jax and Gillian eyes widened "What does that entail?"

"You have the King and Queen, the Dukes, Earls or Counts, Marquess, Barons, Knights etc. with the common man at the bottom of the food chain."

"You're subservient to us, and the Dukes but outrank everyone else."

"Correct." Harry didn't bother to correct them where he might herald from; but if he could jeopardise this plan from the start then he might as well push his luck.

Jax's duster had swirls on which Harry hadn't seen until they began to rotate. Harry felt a pressure on his mind "Bow before me." Harry's eyes narrowed; Jax quickly saw heterochromatic red and silver turn dark green, slam his foot into the ground as a cactus rushed through the floor. "Never, use your semblance on me. It won't work."

Jax's face contorted with fury "How do I know you're not going to betray us."

"I have no way to communicate with the outside. Right now, you're all I've got to get what I want. So, your highness your secrets are safe with me."

"My Lord, he's telling the truth…"

Gillian stepped in "Is there anything, within our power to help us garner trust and respect with you? But first are you going to obey us and behave?"

"More or less. I do request moonlit walks and my own room…I tend to fry my roommates; considering the lack of manpower."

Gillian snorted "Your first mission, rescue Carmine Esclados and Bertilak Celadon."

Harry grunted "I'm going to need transport."

"The Crown provides its operatives with transporting to and from objectives."

(SSSN and CFVY)

Carmine and Bertilak had been apprehended and tied up. With the two teams, the flotilla of refugees, eventually made it to a little shanty town.

The name of the shanty town was important as it possessed a communication tower. Although intercontinental communication was down,blood internal communication still worked.

However, as they arrived waiting for them was a diminutive woman; with a very heavy tan and piercing eyes "Team CFVY, Team SSSN you took your time."

Velvets eyes narrowed at the woman, she remembered the first lesson, she remembered the near death beating she had received at this woman's instruction. "Rumpole."

"Professor Rumpole. Really Miss Scarlatina, it was for your own development."

"The eight of you could take her. Coco hypes Yatsuhashi, you copy her weapon. As SSSN distract her, Yatsu grabs and turns her mind to mush…or you could cut her head off." Velvet stopped.

She remembered she'd grabbed Harry's katana/rifle and Absolution, she shook her head. She quickly understood why Harry didn't allow many people to wield his weapons; the fact they were somewhat sentient that scared her. "I asked you a question Miss Scarlatina."

Velvets eyes hardened "I have nothing else to add."

Rumpole scoffed "You expect me to believe that? I believe Shade's policy is quite clear when it comes to weapon usage and carrying."

"I never said anything about using them. Only that I'm keeping them with me; I know their wielder. The fact they're even allowing me to carry them is something entirely different."

Rumpole's eyes narrowed "I find that hard to believe."

"You consider yourself a master of the soul? You and you alone know what is possible with a semblance? If it weren't for these two, I'd be watching my boyfriend take you to pieces."

Rumpole was intending to retort but the fact Team SSSN and CFVY were backing Velvets claim gave her pause. A member of the inner circle she may be, possessor of knowledge of the true enemy was another thing she had. But the willingness and ability to go against eight veterans of a siege she was quite unwilling. "Let's get them back to Vacuo; have any of you had experience in prisoner escorting?"

As two skiffs departed back to civilisation; a sleek skiff followed. Harry smirked, he'd pick-pocketed his scroll from Gillian. It turned out she was an immense technophobe; especially to Atlas tech. He'd used the travel to make recordings of everyone he'd met.

He had quickly found that the Asutrias siblings had been members of Shade Academy before dropping out. He'd even accessed their reports, it turned out that Jax was the supposed brains of the operation; his sister brought the muscle. He had no aura levels whatsoever and she leeched. Harry paused, he was pretty sure he could take the pair of them but it'd have to be quick.

"Can we get ahead of them?"

"We can, why?"

I have a plan. If we can overtake them, shoot me, I'll get picked up. Then I rescue our colleagues. If we follow them back to civilisation thats going to lead to a body count of exponential proportions."

"If you're sure."

Harry smirked "Of course."

(Neville et Al.)

Constant use of apparation to cover ground was exhausting. What had taken RNJR months to travel, it took Neville's team nearly two weeks, they arrived at Kuroyuri to see evidence of aura conflict and blood stains.

"We're gaining. We still have a ways to go, but…progress is progress. Let's get some rest and start a small fire."

Hermione nodded and began to investigate one of the nearby houses. "How come we've not fought any Grimm?" Seamus asked.

Neville grinned "Because it takes time for Grimm to travel anywhere, someone else took care of them for us. Besides we've been in fairly positive spirits, negative spirits attract Grimm."

Then a faint rumbling engine was heard as a bright lurid yellow motorbike with two people on arrived. "Hermione, Dean, Seamus...they're friendly for the most part. It's Yang Xiao-Long and Weiss Schnee of Team RWBY."