div id="djs-foo" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"In the grand probability of endless potential and opportunity, there exists a timeline where everything goes right, rather than wrong. A timeline where events play out as close to the current one, yet key subtle differences alter and change the fates of those touched. Within the endless reaches of time, space and opportunity, we find ourselves in Atlas airspace. Where a joyful set of teens are chatting about successfully making it all the way. As well as something called a Relic. Adam, who sat furthest back, didn't seem as joyous. He was in duality at the approach to a place he once had vowed to level to the floor, especially with how he had been raised here. Through the talking and comm chatter, a shape sat next to him, far away from the 'warmth' and friendship. The Aura shape was of a man, a dark…dull coloured red, barely visible in Adam's 'sight' of Blood. "You're awfully quiet"/div
div id="djs-e4n4m" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I don't think I should be here", Adam admits. His left fingers, which twitched and shivered ever so slightly, was tightly wrapped around the hilt of his blade, "After all…I campaigned against the Schnee Dust Company. It's like I'm in the den of the wolves"/div
div id="djs-fgaoj" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Yeah get in line. I don't have good words about Jacques either", Qrow slides down and reaches for his flask, before his eyes hone in on Ruby talking to her friends and sighs, putting the flask back away./div
div id="djs-vt68" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""It's not just that…", Adam removed his blindfold and looked at Qrow, who nodded understandingly as he put the black blindfold back on. "...But perhaps I should go to Mantle first. I'm looking for someone anyway"/div
div id="djs-46fh3" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Hey we can drop you off before making our approach", Qrow said, putting his hand on Adam's shoulder, who flinched and pulled his body away as he rose. "you shouldn't be so kind to me"/div
div id="djs-8nmo7" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""We all make mistakes pal", Qrow reassures as he also rises up. Adam shakes his head and walks towards the gang. "No you really shouldn't. I'm the reason your niece has that arm"/div
div id="djs-900g4" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""What…?", Qrow takes a moment to understand before he grabs Adam's collar and holds him aggressively, "YOU bastard!"/div
div id="djs-9jdtt" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Manta five-one we have you on our scope. We advise you to stay on radar this time. Proceed to docking bay ninetyfour, a security detail will await you there"/div
div id="djs-b7mpf" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"The intercom broke the scuffle as Qrow walked up to the cockpit with Maria flying. That wasn't right. Weiss comments that the fleet is deployed way too aggressively, wants to call Winter and asks Maria to buy her some time. So they fly into the city./div
div id="djs-djeap" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-e25a1" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"…/div
div id="djs-83ssn" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-6ot75" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""That was close…", a whispered voice said as their ship docked somewhere in the City of Atlas. Thanks to the Maiden powers and Neo's Semblance, they had managed to sneak into the docks, under a static storm that caused interference and destroyed the ship. Right when they went off the radar, was when RWBY had arrived and drew the ire from flight control, making it so the timeline rectified itself a little. Neo rolled her eyes at the remark that Aschen made as they burned the Mistralian ship and they both vanished into the stiff upper crust of the Atlesian living quadrant. Cinder's voice demanded they at least find something with a view, causing Aschen Gwain to roll her eyes as well. "We need a base of operations"/div
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div id="djs-bj0ar" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"…/div
div id="djs-ar8na" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-aj1dd" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I'm afraid this is where we part ways", Adam says as he stays on board while the others disembark. Earning a concerned look from Blake. "What?! But we can use someone like you!"/div
div id="djs-d80ud" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I appreciate the sentiment gaku-...Blake..", Adam begins, stopping himself as he sees Blake's Aura outline. She was no longer a student. Not anymore. She had grown stronger than he could have hoped for, especially with his flawed world view. Friends were stronger than he gave them credit for, having never had a friend, "but I'm a fugitive, not just from Atlas but also from the Court. I doubt the Atlesian military will be happy to see the public face of the White Fang. No good word from Schnee will prevent that. And besides, I have someone to find in Mantle"/div
div id="djs-36k5i" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Will…we see you again?", Blake asks after a moment, stunned he called her by name and not her title as his student. With that question, Adam reaches into his pocket and throws her an earpiece./div
div id="djs-8ksmo" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I will stay radio silent and do what I came here to do, however hold onto that if you need me. It's tuned to a specific frequency. If you need me, call me", Adam says before he halts once more and looks at Blake's shattered sword sheathed in Shroud. He draws Wilt, the blade light and powerful, buzzing with intent and sighs. "I think you should take it"/div
div id="djs-blf38" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""What!", was the collective shock of everyone as Blake blushed ever so softly and walked towards Adam, "I don't need your sword Adam…I'll be fine"/div
div id="djs-359ua" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""No. When I finished my training, Sensei gave me Wilt after forging it with me. While I can't help you forge a new sword, I can bestow you with mine. A flower that's wilting is often tossed out, yet you and your friends are nurturing and strong. Take Wilt. Change it. Let it flower. That way I can be assured that while Schnee and your friends protect you, there's always a part of me that can protect you as well, as my equal…Blake Belladonna", Adam offered Wilt by the hilt at Blake. Before she took it he did pull it back a little and tilted his head: "just make sure there's no Faunus blood touching the steel"/div
div id="djs-4s713" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Thank you"/div
div id="djs-fsoc5" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Schnee, I'll trust you in keeping Blake safe. Make sure she doesn't end up like me", Adam said as he pointed at his face./div
div id="djs-1i5nr" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Don't worry mister Taurus. She's perfectly safe with me. I swear on my grandfather", Weiss said, nodding at Adam who looked at her curiously. Well observed her Aura. He inhaled and started walking, making Weiss bite her lip before: "Adam…I'm Sorry what my father did to you"/div
div id="djs-7vcdv" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"There was a pause as Adam stopped. He then turned his head towards them, the blindfold back in place, smiling softly. "Weiss…you're more than just a name. I can see why Blake respects you. And thank you for showing me there's a different way, than my narrow viewpoint"/div
div id="djs-66e3s" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-cfufo" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"…/div
div id="djs-79il3" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-fogf8" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"Has to be around here somewhere…, moving through the lowest and most desolate part of Mantle, perhaps was good now that his sight was as bad as it was. The terrible words tagged on the walls, the threats carved into buildings and the silent images spraying news and propaganda were all lost on Adam as he reached a building that was as downtrodden and deserted as the rest of the place. Yet for an unexplainable reason he felt the urge to enter. As he gazed up, he couldn't really see the writing, yet he could see the outline of a sign. A man standing next to three letters, yet he didn't know what they spelled, he just needed information. And seeing as no one had reached out to him on the long way here, he just went for the door and knocked. As he did the standard three times, the door swung open at only two. But no one had opened the door for him. Cautiously, armed with only a shotgun scabbard, he walked in./div
div id="djs-cp7dm" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"It was a mess. Trash on the floor, magazines scattered on what Adam assumed was the 'customer greeting' section of the office, a desk that smelled moldy and looked like it was collapsing, there was a smell in the air, aside from the mold. Adam knew the scent and he wasn't eager to find the rotting corpse that lay in here. What am I doing here anyway? I don't belong here. There's no chance I'll find him in Mantle like this. I should have stuck with Blake and the others. I could teach them things, from Sensei. Anything other than be in this disgusting dour place. As he turns to leave, there's a rustle in the air, coming from a stand behind the desk. Another echo pulse of his Semblance to 'see', reveals a sword on the stand. A curve to it, not like Wilt. But similar enough. He runs his hand over the standard scabbard. It feels powerful, strong. As he reaches the Tsuba, he stops. A moment of recognition. That ring is similar to the one his Sensei had. Adam turns around, using what little Aura he can to extend his Aura into the area. He pings a shape. But the shape is dead. On the upper floor. The bedroom. He takes the sword and slowly draws it from the Saya. It's metal sings even more so than Wilt would have. The edge had to be honed to an edge so sharp it would cut Dust particles. He took the hilt, lifted it up and felt an intense pressure on his shoulders for some reason. This blade, either it was Aura Forged, or it was something else. Something very dangerous./div
div id="djs-agedh" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"Instinctively he put the new sword in Blush and was surprised when it fit, but not entirely. It was clunky. Man this would take some tinkering. Would there be a good weapon smith in Mantle? Regardless, as he turned to the stairs and walked up, the smell of decay got more intense. And as he entered the bedroom he was hit in the face by the dead body lying in the bed. He coughed and backed away, yeah this had to be the place. Vergil's brother was dead and lay decaying on the matras. He cursed his blindness, how can I identify anything now? I barely see shapes in this place. But it's undeniable. The sword was proof enough. This had to be his Huntsman shop, independent from the guild or the school. And someone did him in. There was a shattering outside. Without much to take or see, he went to check it out. Finding a shape surrounded by others, a yellow shape. Small and defenseless, even if she had a staff with a crossbow on it./div
div id="djs-85s7t" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Look at the Faunus, shouldn't you be slaving away in the Dust mines?", Said one figure. Who they were didn't matter, Adam acted on instinct. Angry at the discovery that the entire trip he made to Atlas was pointless, he marched up to the Sheep eared Faunus, before the goons surrounding her were all slapped on the head in the blink of an eye. Another figure appeared, cloaked in a beige Aura, who spoke with a deep feminine voice, talking to the other girl. An altercation happened that ended with both women beating the muggers. Aside from one who snuck up behind the one called Fiona raising a knife. Adam shot his new sword at his hand, the metal whining and moaning as it left the scabbard. He moved in a flash and sliced the weapon off as he kicked the man in the guts, crumpling him to the floor./div
div id="djs-buhqn" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Who are y-", Joanna began before a gasp came from Fiona. "Dante!? You haven't reached back to us in forever!"/div
div id="djs-7t2es" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Sorry I'm…not Dante", Adam sighed as he sheathed the sword he took from the dead Huntsman and turned to face the two huntresses before him. There was a small silence before Fiona continued: "You are…right. Your hair color is wrong. But with the red coat you almost pass for him. Even have similar horns"/div
div id="djs-1chl3" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I..can I ask you to help me?", Adam asked as he pointed towards the shop he had entered and left to attempt to help them, yet it was clear they didn't need his help. Following his gesture, Fiona gasped and Joanna growled. "Help eh?"/div
div id="djs-amabd" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Yes I…", in a split second he was pushed to the floor by the strength of the bigger woman. She put a knife to his face. "What did you do!"/div
div id="djs-9ufju" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Nothing! I was looking for Dante as well. I had no idea I was in his shop until I found the body", Adam said defensively, holding up his hands./div
div id="djs-dr97l" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Joanna let him go. Look at the front door", Fiona said as she blinked back tears before she hoisted Adam up. "Why didn't you notice it sooner! Are you…"/div
div id="djs-b1ggt" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"As Fiona pulled the black blindfold off she gasped and dropped the fabric, Adam reached over and after a few attempts, found the fabric and tied it around his eyes once more. "Blind…yes..why what did I miss?"/div
div id="djs-6ph7s" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""There's..a message on the door…saying 'Death to the Devil'", Joanna said, gentler and much more friendly having seen the SCD mark killing one and the overly shredded other eye, dusting off his coat as Adam shivers and turns his eyes to the building again. "any chance one of you will help me find a few things in there?"/div
div id="djs-c5j3q" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Sure, I'll help you. I'm Joanna by the way. And that's Fi", Joanna introduced herself. Fiona pouting in a blush as she stomped her foot: "FIONA"/div
div id="djs-7qvsb" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Adam…", in that moment he bit his lip, no I need a different name. Something that wouldn't link him to the life he was trying to leave behind. "...Adamant Gabe…friends call me Adam"/div
div id="djs-24bt7" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Nice to meet you. Hey if you need a place to say, we can always use more help", Fiona offered with a smile. Adam thought about that, he felt Wilt in his hand and the sword he had taken from the brother of his teacher and smiled. "Sure…you wouldn't happen to know a good weapon smith, do you?"/div
div id="djs-fpg3b" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-e34k2" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"…/div
div id="djs-6um6k" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-bfoh0" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I was honestly expecting this to go a lot rougher", Qrow admitted as he relaxed himself a little. Slowly they followed Pietro back towards the door of his practice when the air suddenly felt heavy with a sudden change in things. Qrow's eyes darted around, experienced as he was. Ren's senses picked up something in the air. The first bolas bound and dropped Nora and Jaune. But Ren was able to dive under it, swiping with StormFlower to cut the cord over. Instantly he positioned himself to look over Nora and Jaune, eyes scanning the treetop. Blake heard the muffled and startled groans from Nora and Jaune, causing her to turn and feel the entangling ropes coil her arms, instantly her form shimmered and she was behind where she stood, a Shadow tanking the projectile. Yang, Weiss and Ruby weren't as lucky. Oscar similarly felt his arms get bound, while Qrow drew harbinger and spun around, in time to also slice the bola in two. He turned his eyes to who was left. Standing defensively near Jaune and Nora, Ren was following motions from a top the rooftop, where a lean and bulky woman appeared. Blake's ears lowered in aggressive posturing as she stepped to defend her team from a Faunus kid barely older than her, and a mohawk girl glaring at her with a hyper confident smirk. Qrow then stepped towards Oscar and pointed Harbinger at a fishline guy. He had an overly confident smirk on his face and the sparkling in his eyes that seemed like he was either dealt a winning hand in a card game, or he never ever lost a single fight. It reminded Qrow of Raven. He glared./div
div id="djs-1v957" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Listen buddy I'm a Licensed Huntsman", he said, trying to dissolve this situation before it turned ugly. Yet the moment he said that, there was a spark of lightning as Blake staggered back, her pistol sword swiped. Desperate, but unwilling given that the blade hadn't helped her much with the Grimm, she drew Wilt from Shroud. The sword felt light in her hands, even lighter than Gambol had been, yet it also seemed dull. Even taking on a few of the Sabertooths earlier, she had managed to barely beat one by spearing it. She jumped at the speedy one, before a loud 'STAY' and the snap of a finger froze Blake in place. She gasped before Gambol's ribbon was wrapped around her wrists and she was kneed in the back and pushed to the floor. Similarly, Ren found himself massively outmatched. As the thin bald man danced around him, matching him blow for blow, he barely had enough time to escape the massive behemoth of a woman that lunged for him. Diving under her legs he aimed his weapons and shot at them, self defense. Yet that woman was massive and shrugged off his bullets as if they weren't doing anything. She anchored herself, suddenly Aura roots sprouting from her feet, as a shove pushed Ren into her range and causing him to be caught in a bearhug that could snap him like a twig. A few seconds later, he was also restrained, leaving Qrow alone. Some bad luck indeed./div
div id="djs-5s7jv" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""That's a nice way of thanking us for saving lives. What sort of moronic behavior…", Qrow had to duck. A speedy punch came for him, yet he was far more experienced dealing with Huntsmen and Huntresses. As he swung the sword mode Harbinger towards the speedster, his swing cut short as a cable snagged his sword hand, a fish hook having coiled around him. Looking towards the Faunus, Qrow smirked. As he snapped his finger he lept upwards as the commanding word was uttered, freezing the speedster, who was then drop kicked, as Qrow landed on her face with both feet and pushed her down. He didn't have a lot of time. Pressing the mode button on his hilt, Harbinger extended into a Scythe, clipping the fishhook loose. Darting forwards, hooking the blade under the thin guy's legs he swiped and sprinted for the relic, once more sidestepping another 'Stay', which froze the beefy woman. He didn't have time to clock her, since his focus was on the Faunus. As he got closer he slid on his knee, dodging the fishhook, returning Harbinger to sword mode and slammed the flat as hard into the Faunus kid as he could, ringing him in the head. If this was a saturday morning cartoon there'd be twittering birds flying around his noggin. In the same spinning motion, facing the other three remaining Special Operatives, Qrow swiped the relic and hung it to his belt. Focused and pushing as much bad luck on them as he could, his Aura slowly draining like a bottle with a hole./div
div id="djs-4nnse" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Resisting arrest is a crime", came the reply from the fishhook guy. Qrow rolled his eyes as the beefy woman and small lean man began advancing on him. And once more Misfortune came in clutch. Suddenly a street light flickered and the glass casing came loose, falling right towards the woman, who looked up and stopped focusing on Qrow. Dashing forwards, causing both males to say the name of their teammate, Branwen sprung forwards, extended Harbinger into a Scythe again and began rolling midair, spinning a death spiral that caught the beefy woman and her partner, knocking them back, leaving only one left, fishhook guy./div
div id="djs-7nvoi" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Now will you listen to me?"/div
div id="djs-lq88" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""No I was only trying to get you into position", Qrow's eyes opened in shock as he suddenly felt bolas bind his arms and legs. Reinforcements in the form of Atlesian Knights had appeared and fired one of those restraining tools. How could I have not noticed that? He looked at the fishhook guy, who casually flicked a clover pinned to his uniform before Qrow was taken down. "Not your lucky day"/div
div id="djs-5o51e" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""What is going on here?", Pietro asked./div
div id="djs-bcbgp" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-3ogdj" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"…/div
div id="djs-6p779" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-9gq4t" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I sincerely regret how you were treated by my operatives", Qrow scoffed as James told him that he still had words to pick with that bonehead fisherman. "Not exactly the listen-to-reason type, are they?"/div
div id="djs-b2rjk" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""We had a ship that appeared on our scopes, vanished and then reappeared. We assumed it was an infiltration. Had I known it was the ship from Argus, we'd have put a different welcoming together", James Ironwood spoke matter of factly. Unbeknownst to all of them, it was indeed an infiltration. With Aschen having snuck in, thanks to the timely arrival of Ruby and her friends, yet deep in the bowls of Mantle, murders were being committed by Tyrian and cyberattacks happened because in their hubris, Atlas forgot to update Mantle's security network since Watts worked on it. That makes many MANY years of compiled and escalating system errors and weaknesses. Yet Atlas works like a certain Domino City and the Satellite, they don't think about the others because they're arrogantly stupid in their hubris./div
div id="djs-96p8b" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""When the hail over the radio was less than friendly, we went and dropped off, hoping to find a more direct line", Weiss admitted as she looked at Winter. Who glared daggers at her sister, not because she was angry but because she was so worried and surprised she'd taken such a risk. Yet without a 'good' upbringing to deal with her emotions, that came out as scorn and anger./div
div id="djs-p8vk" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""What were you thinking!? You could have been shot down! I have half a mind to..", her ranting however was interrupted when, after having fled home towards Mistral and missing her there, Weiss hugged her sister with all the tender love and care she could. She had missed her so much. "We did…what we had to do"/div
div id="djs-a642g" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I…suppose I understand", Winter said returning the hug, before she broke it off and stomped over to Qrow: "But how could you agree to this!?"/div
div id="djs-e6apm" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Like I had a choice? I had a bad feeling entering Atlas and seeing as how your Ace Ops deal with allies…well let's say I wasn't eager to put my neck on the line. Now if we could talk to the general about some…confidential stuff? I have a fisherman to gut", Qrow spat. In the following conversations, things were revealed. James entrusted the Ace Ops, Penny and Winter with the truth about Salem. Following the canon timeline and conversation until…/div
div id="djs-nctk" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""That's not normal…how did he.."/div
div id="djs-1gj17" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""There was a situation…", Ruby said, causing everyone to turn to her and hold their breath. "...he informed us of Salem, we had been in a train crash…, Ozpin is still in there but he's had difficulty making contact. But we can still stop Salem"/div
div id="djs-3uqgu" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""That is the worst news yet. Had he informed you on the relics and their powers?", James said, rising to his full length. The room slowly began breathing again, yet it was a surprise James, Winter or even hyper observant Penny didn't notice the tension in the air. Ruby nodded./div
div id="djs-e573l" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""We were told that the Lamp can answer three questions per hundred years. We still have one question left", Ruby said. Another gasp going through her friends, specifically her uncle./div
div id="djs-8sgik" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Wait…that…that means a question regenerated? Ozpin spoke of all the questions being used up…", James stroked his beard, contemplating this revelation. Before he sighed and focused on Oscar. "At least it's good that you're here. You all! Together we can stand our ground and perhaps even find a way to return Oz to us!"/div
div id="djs-8lmcb" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Thank you sir…general…headmaster Ironwood?"oscar fumbled, causing James to smile. For a moment he didn't look as tired as he actually was. His eyes turned to the Relic of Knowledge and suddenly the hours returned to his face. With a heavy heart he picks up the relic and brings it over to Ruby? Who looks up in amazement./div
div id="djs-319l0" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""You're…giving it back to me?", James smiles and nods. "A token of good faith. As much as I'd like to use the question, the ordeal with the Ace Ops and you coming forth with sensitive information, despite the situation in which I realize I might look like a very untrustworthy person, I feel it would be best if those who delivered it and held on to it for so long, should hold on to it. Wouldn't want you feeling burned over the trust you've shown me. Something like that takes courage and we're in desperate need of trust and courage"/div
div id="djs-en2d6" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""T-thank you", Ruby says, smiling warmly. James simply nods before returning more formal in his voice and word choice./div
div id="djs-7chjb" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""We must work together if we're to stop Salem. If you're all on board…"/div
div id="djs-c0bgu" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""How can we help?"/div
div id="djs-4pd09" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-c0bfe" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"…/div
div id="djs-a0gq0" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-9lgqv" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Alright cut the chatter", fisherman says as the merry band of huntsmen and huntresses make their way back to the Assembly hall. Qrow's eyes narrow as he walks towards the front of the group. "I'd like to sincerely apologize for the miscommunication down in Mantle. We didn't mean to-"/div
div id="djs-dldvr" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"The big woman marched past him, straight to Ruby and shook her hand. "So sorry if we'd known who you were we'd be laughing over a hot mea-"/div
div id="djs-cn6kd" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"A loud echoed fist hitting skin silenced the explosion of 'happiness' in the Ace Ops. Suddenly all of them turned from shocked expressions to angry, glaring at Qrow who had punched Fisherman straight in the jaw, a trickle of blood slipping from the corner of his mouth. Faunus and Mohawk readied themselves to attack, yet were stopped with a single hand raised from Fisherman. "And here I thought we could just let bygones be-"/div
div id="djs-9ds83" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Next time, stop being idiots and actually listen? What the hell kind of attitude is that?", Qrow barked at Fisherman, fist clenched. Sure he was weaponless, but he still had more experience fighting and beating people to a bloody pulp./div
div id="djs-38qm" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Like I said…just a miscommunication", Fisherman cradled his jaw, impressed by the left hook he had taken, Qrow had to admit, he did take the punch in stride./div
div id="djs-bok1o" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Communication is a two way street…pal", Qrow took his scroll and showed his license as Huntsman. "I dunno what Special Operatives you think you are, but invest in some PR. Same team and you brought us down like we were criminals. It's insulting"/div
div id="djs-3mg19" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Well don't hold back or anything", Fisherman said, still rubbing his jaw. Qrow rolled his eyes: "I was. I could do a whole lot more to you"/div
div id="djs-79siv" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I know, still have the bruises to prove it. We should put you in cuffs for real", Mohawk hissed, causing Qrow to glare her down, his most Raven glare he could muster, but she had inherited THAT power, to stare daggers into one's soul./div
div id="djs-feg25" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Doesn't go well for building trust", Qrow said, before he rolled his eyes and walked off, "just stay out of my way"/div
div id="djs-89tom" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Well…as much as that was fun, at least we'll be working together with you all from now on. And I must admit, my jaw notwithstanding, I am looking forward to it", Fisherman said as he turned away from Qrow and towards the others. In a way he could understand Qrow's reaction, "You've been fighting just as long as we have, maybe even longer. I saw some interesting things out there"/div
div id="djs-7pq7g" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Exactly why I'm looking forward to seeing what the rest of you kids can do", Mohawk said, still throwing daggers at Qrow who was stopped by James some hallway further down. Giving him a much needed hug, James needing the hug. A friend to lean on besides those he can boss around. Penny takes the gang on a tour through Atlas. A return to form, just like Beacon had been. Except there was more to come./div
div id="djs-e4n4m" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I don't think I should be here", Adam admits. His left fingers, which twitched and shivered ever so slightly, was tightly wrapped around the hilt of his blade, "After all…I campaigned against the Schnee Dust Company. It's like I'm in the den of the wolves"/div
div id="djs-fgaoj" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Yeah get in line. I don't have good words about Jacques either", Qrow slides down and reaches for his flask, before his eyes hone in on Ruby talking to her friends and sighs, putting the flask back away./div
div id="djs-vt68" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""It's not just that…", Adam removed his blindfold and looked at Qrow, who nodded understandingly as he put the black blindfold back on. "...But perhaps I should go to Mantle first. I'm looking for someone anyway"/div
div id="djs-46fh3" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Hey we can drop you off before making our approach", Qrow said, putting his hand on Adam's shoulder, who flinched and pulled his body away as he rose. "you shouldn't be so kind to me"/div
div id="djs-8nmo7" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""We all make mistakes pal", Qrow reassures as he also rises up. Adam shakes his head and walks towards the gang. "No you really shouldn't. I'm the reason your niece has that arm"/div
div id="djs-900g4" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""What…?", Qrow takes a moment to understand before he grabs Adam's collar and holds him aggressively, "YOU bastard!"/div
div id="djs-9jdtt" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Manta five-one we have you on our scope. We advise you to stay on radar this time. Proceed to docking bay ninetyfour, a security detail will await you there"/div
div id="djs-b7mpf" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"The intercom broke the scuffle as Qrow walked up to the cockpit with Maria flying. That wasn't right. Weiss comments that the fleet is deployed way too aggressively, wants to call Winter and asks Maria to buy her some time. So they fly into the city./div
div id="djs-djeap" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-e25a1" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"…/div
div id="djs-83ssn" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-6ot75" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""That was close…", a whispered voice said as their ship docked somewhere in the City of Atlas. Thanks to the Maiden powers and Neo's Semblance, they had managed to sneak into the docks, under a static storm that caused interference and destroyed the ship. Right when they went off the radar, was when RWBY had arrived and drew the ire from flight control, making it so the timeline rectified itself a little. Neo rolled her eyes at the remark that Aschen made as they burned the Mistralian ship and they both vanished into the stiff upper crust of the Atlesian living quadrant. Cinder's voice demanded they at least find something with a view, causing Aschen Gwain to roll her eyes as well. "We need a base of operations"/div
div id="djs-26tis" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-bj0ar" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"…/div
div id="djs-ar8na" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-aj1dd" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I'm afraid this is where we part ways", Adam says as he stays on board while the others disembark. Earning a concerned look from Blake. "What?! But we can use someone like you!"/div
div id="djs-d80ud" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I appreciate the sentiment gaku-...Blake..", Adam begins, stopping himself as he sees Blake's Aura outline. She was no longer a student. Not anymore. She had grown stronger than he could have hoped for, especially with his flawed world view. Friends were stronger than he gave them credit for, having never had a friend, "but I'm a fugitive, not just from Atlas but also from the Court. I doubt the Atlesian military will be happy to see the public face of the White Fang. No good word from Schnee will prevent that. And besides, I have someone to find in Mantle"/div
div id="djs-36k5i" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Will…we see you again?", Blake asks after a moment, stunned he called her by name and not her title as his student. With that question, Adam reaches into his pocket and throws her an earpiece./div
div id="djs-8ksmo" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I will stay radio silent and do what I came here to do, however hold onto that if you need me. It's tuned to a specific frequency. If you need me, call me", Adam says before he halts once more and looks at Blake's shattered sword sheathed in Shroud. He draws Wilt, the blade light and powerful, buzzing with intent and sighs. "I think you should take it"/div
div id="djs-blf38" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""What!", was the collective shock of everyone as Blake blushed ever so softly and walked towards Adam, "I don't need your sword Adam…I'll be fine"/div
div id="djs-359ua" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""No. When I finished my training, Sensei gave me Wilt after forging it with me. While I can't help you forge a new sword, I can bestow you with mine. A flower that's wilting is often tossed out, yet you and your friends are nurturing and strong. Take Wilt. Change it. Let it flower. That way I can be assured that while Schnee and your friends protect you, there's always a part of me that can protect you as well, as my equal…Blake Belladonna", Adam offered Wilt by the hilt at Blake. Before she took it he did pull it back a little and tilted his head: "just make sure there's no Faunus blood touching the steel"/div
div id="djs-4s713" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Thank you"/div
div id="djs-fsoc5" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Schnee, I'll trust you in keeping Blake safe. Make sure she doesn't end up like me", Adam said as he pointed at his face./div
div id="djs-1i5nr" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Don't worry mister Taurus. She's perfectly safe with me. I swear on my grandfather", Weiss said, nodding at Adam who looked at her curiously. Well observed her Aura. He inhaled and started walking, making Weiss bite her lip before: "Adam…I'm Sorry what my father did to you"/div
div id="djs-7vcdv" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"There was a pause as Adam stopped. He then turned his head towards them, the blindfold back in place, smiling softly. "Weiss…you're more than just a name. I can see why Blake respects you. And thank you for showing me there's a different way, than my narrow viewpoint"/div
div id="djs-66e3s" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-cfufo" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"…/div
div id="djs-79il3" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-fogf8" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"Has to be around here somewhere…, moving through the lowest and most desolate part of Mantle, perhaps was good now that his sight was as bad as it was. The terrible words tagged on the walls, the threats carved into buildings and the silent images spraying news and propaganda were all lost on Adam as he reached a building that was as downtrodden and deserted as the rest of the place. Yet for an unexplainable reason he felt the urge to enter. As he gazed up, he couldn't really see the writing, yet he could see the outline of a sign. A man standing next to three letters, yet he didn't know what they spelled, he just needed information. And seeing as no one had reached out to him on the long way here, he just went for the door and knocked. As he did the standard three times, the door swung open at only two. But no one had opened the door for him. Cautiously, armed with only a shotgun scabbard, he walked in./div
div id="djs-cp7dm" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"It was a mess. Trash on the floor, magazines scattered on what Adam assumed was the 'customer greeting' section of the office, a desk that smelled moldy and looked like it was collapsing, there was a smell in the air, aside from the mold. Adam knew the scent and he wasn't eager to find the rotting corpse that lay in here. What am I doing here anyway? I don't belong here. There's no chance I'll find him in Mantle like this. I should have stuck with Blake and the others. I could teach them things, from Sensei. Anything other than be in this disgusting dour place. As he turns to leave, there's a rustle in the air, coming from a stand behind the desk. Another echo pulse of his Semblance to 'see', reveals a sword on the stand. A curve to it, not like Wilt. But similar enough. He runs his hand over the standard scabbard. It feels powerful, strong. As he reaches the Tsuba, he stops. A moment of recognition. That ring is similar to the one his Sensei had. Adam turns around, using what little Aura he can to extend his Aura into the area. He pings a shape. But the shape is dead. On the upper floor. The bedroom. He takes the sword and slowly draws it from the Saya. It's metal sings even more so than Wilt would have. The edge had to be honed to an edge so sharp it would cut Dust particles. He took the hilt, lifted it up and felt an intense pressure on his shoulders for some reason. This blade, either it was Aura Forged, or it was something else. Something very dangerous./div
div id="djs-agedh" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"Instinctively he put the new sword in Blush and was surprised when it fit, but not entirely. It was clunky. Man this would take some tinkering. Would there be a good weapon smith in Mantle? Regardless, as he turned to the stairs and walked up, the smell of decay got more intense. And as he entered the bedroom he was hit in the face by the dead body lying in the bed. He coughed and backed away, yeah this had to be the place. Vergil's brother was dead and lay decaying on the matras. He cursed his blindness, how can I identify anything now? I barely see shapes in this place. But it's undeniable. The sword was proof enough. This had to be his Huntsman shop, independent from the guild or the school. And someone did him in. There was a shattering outside. Without much to take or see, he went to check it out. Finding a shape surrounded by others, a yellow shape. Small and defenseless, even if she had a staff with a crossbow on it./div
div id="djs-85s7t" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Look at the Faunus, shouldn't you be slaving away in the Dust mines?", Said one figure. Who they were didn't matter, Adam acted on instinct. Angry at the discovery that the entire trip he made to Atlas was pointless, he marched up to the Sheep eared Faunus, before the goons surrounding her were all slapped on the head in the blink of an eye. Another figure appeared, cloaked in a beige Aura, who spoke with a deep feminine voice, talking to the other girl. An altercation happened that ended with both women beating the muggers. Aside from one who snuck up behind the one called Fiona raising a knife. Adam shot his new sword at his hand, the metal whining and moaning as it left the scabbard. He moved in a flash and sliced the weapon off as he kicked the man in the guts, crumpling him to the floor./div
div id="djs-buhqn" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Who are y-", Joanna began before a gasp came from Fiona. "Dante!? You haven't reached back to us in forever!"/div
div id="djs-7t2es" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Sorry I'm…not Dante", Adam sighed as he sheathed the sword he took from the dead Huntsman and turned to face the two huntresses before him. There was a small silence before Fiona continued: "You are…right. Your hair color is wrong. But with the red coat you almost pass for him. Even have similar horns"/div
div id="djs-1chl3" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I..can I ask you to help me?", Adam asked as he pointed towards the shop he had entered and left to attempt to help them, yet it was clear they didn't need his help. Following his gesture, Fiona gasped and Joanna growled. "Help eh?"/div
div id="djs-amabd" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Yes I…", in a split second he was pushed to the floor by the strength of the bigger woman. She put a knife to his face. "What did you do!"/div
div id="djs-9ufju" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Nothing! I was looking for Dante as well. I had no idea I was in his shop until I found the body", Adam said defensively, holding up his hands./div
div id="djs-dr97l" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Joanna let him go. Look at the front door", Fiona said as she blinked back tears before she hoisted Adam up. "Why didn't you notice it sooner! Are you…"/div
div id="djs-b1ggt" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"As Fiona pulled the black blindfold off she gasped and dropped the fabric, Adam reached over and after a few attempts, found the fabric and tied it around his eyes once more. "Blind…yes..why what did I miss?"/div
div id="djs-6ph7s" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""There's..a message on the door…saying 'Death to the Devil'", Joanna said, gentler and much more friendly having seen the SCD mark killing one and the overly shredded other eye, dusting off his coat as Adam shivers and turns his eyes to the building again. "any chance one of you will help me find a few things in there?"/div
div id="djs-c5j3q" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Sure, I'll help you. I'm Joanna by the way. And that's Fi", Joanna introduced herself. Fiona pouting in a blush as she stomped her foot: "FIONA"/div
div id="djs-7qvsb" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Adam…", in that moment he bit his lip, no I need a different name. Something that wouldn't link him to the life he was trying to leave behind. "...Adamant Gabe…friends call me Adam"/div
div id="djs-24bt7" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Nice to meet you. Hey if you need a place to say, we can always use more help", Fiona offered with a smile. Adam thought about that, he felt Wilt in his hand and the sword he had taken from the brother of his teacher and smiled. "Sure…you wouldn't happen to know a good weapon smith, do you?"/div
div id="djs-fpg3b" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-e34k2" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"…/div
div id="djs-6um6k" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-bfoh0" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I was honestly expecting this to go a lot rougher", Qrow admitted as he relaxed himself a little. Slowly they followed Pietro back towards the door of his practice when the air suddenly felt heavy with a sudden change in things. Qrow's eyes darted around, experienced as he was. Ren's senses picked up something in the air. The first bolas bound and dropped Nora and Jaune. But Ren was able to dive under it, swiping with StormFlower to cut the cord over. Instantly he positioned himself to look over Nora and Jaune, eyes scanning the treetop. Blake heard the muffled and startled groans from Nora and Jaune, causing her to turn and feel the entangling ropes coil her arms, instantly her form shimmered and she was behind where she stood, a Shadow tanking the projectile. Yang, Weiss and Ruby weren't as lucky. Oscar similarly felt his arms get bound, while Qrow drew harbinger and spun around, in time to also slice the bola in two. He turned his eyes to who was left. Standing defensively near Jaune and Nora, Ren was following motions from a top the rooftop, where a lean and bulky woman appeared. Blake's ears lowered in aggressive posturing as she stepped to defend her team from a Faunus kid barely older than her, and a mohawk girl glaring at her with a hyper confident smirk. Qrow then stepped towards Oscar and pointed Harbinger at a fishline guy. He had an overly confident smirk on his face and the sparkling in his eyes that seemed like he was either dealt a winning hand in a card game, or he never ever lost a single fight. It reminded Qrow of Raven. He glared./div
div id="djs-1v957" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Listen buddy I'm a Licensed Huntsman", he said, trying to dissolve this situation before it turned ugly. Yet the moment he said that, there was a spark of lightning as Blake staggered back, her pistol sword swiped. Desperate, but unwilling given that the blade hadn't helped her much with the Grimm, she drew Wilt from Shroud. The sword felt light in her hands, even lighter than Gambol had been, yet it also seemed dull. Even taking on a few of the Sabertooths earlier, she had managed to barely beat one by spearing it. She jumped at the speedy one, before a loud 'STAY' and the snap of a finger froze Blake in place. She gasped before Gambol's ribbon was wrapped around her wrists and she was kneed in the back and pushed to the floor. Similarly, Ren found himself massively outmatched. As the thin bald man danced around him, matching him blow for blow, he barely had enough time to escape the massive behemoth of a woman that lunged for him. Diving under her legs he aimed his weapons and shot at them, self defense. Yet that woman was massive and shrugged off his bullets as if they weren't doing anything. She anchored herself, suddenly Aura roots sprouting from her feet, as a shove pushed Ren into her range and causing him to be caught in a bearhug that could snap him like a twig. A few seconds later, he was also restrained, leaving Qrow alone. Some bad luck indeed./div
div id="djs-5s7jv" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""That's a nice way of thanking us for saving lives. What sort of moronic behavior…", Qrow had to duck. A speedy punch came for him, yet he was far more experienced dealing with Huntsmen and Huntresses. As he swung the sword mode Harbinger towards the speedster, his swing cut short as a cable snagged his sword hand, a fish hook having coiled around him. Looking towards the Faunus, Qrow smirked. As he snapped his finger he lept upwards as the commanding word was uttered, freezing the speedster, who was then drop kicked, as Qrow landed on her face with both feet and pushed her down. He didn't have a lot of time. Pressing the mode button on his hilt, Harbinger extended into a Scythe, clipping the fishhook loose. Darting forwards, hooking the blade under the thin guy's legs he swiped and sprinted for the relic, once more sidestepping another 'Stay', which froze the beefy woman. He didn't have time to clock her, since his focus was on the Faunus. As he got closer he slid on his knee, dodging the fishhook, returning Harbinger to sword mode and slammed the flat as hard into the Faunus kid as he could, ringing him in the head. If this was a saturday morning cartoon there'd be twittering birds flying around his noggin. In the same spinning motion, facing the other three remaining Special Operatives, Qrow swiped the relic and hung it to his belt. Focused and pushing as much bad luck on them as he could, his Aura slowly draining like a bottle with a hole./div
div id="djs-4nnse" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Resisting arrest is a crime", came the reply from the fishhook guy. Qrow rolled his eyes as the beefy woman and small lean man began advancing on him. And once more Misfortune came in clutch. Suddenly a street light flickered and the glass casing came loose, falling right towards the woman, who looked up and stopped focusing on Qrow. Dashing forwards, causing both males to say the name of their teammate, Branwen sprung forwards, extended Harbinger into a Scythe again and began rolling midair, spinning a death spiral that caught the beefy woman and her partner, knocking them back, leaving only one left, fishhook guy./div
div id="djs-7nvoi" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Now will you listen to me?"/div
div id="djs-lq88" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""No I was only trying to get you into position", Qrow's eyes opened in shock as he suddenly felt bolas bind his arms and legs. Reinforcements in the form of Atlesian Knights had appeared and fired one of those restraining tools. How could I have not noticed that? He looked at the fishhook guy, who casually flicked a clover pinned to his uniform before Qrow was taken down. "Not your lucky day"/div
div id="djs-5o51e" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""What is going on here?", Pietro asked./div
div id="djs-bcbgp" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-3ogdj" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"…/div
div id="djs-6p779" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-9gq4t" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I sincerely regret how you were treated by my operatives", Qrow scoffed as James told him that he still had words to pick with that bonehead fisherman. "Not exactly the listen-to-reason type, are they?"/div
div id="djs-b2rjk" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""We had a ship that appeared on our scopes, vanished and then reappeared. We assumed it was an infiltration. Had I known it was the ship from Argus, we'd have put a different welcoming together", James Ironwood spoke matter of factly. Unbeknownst to all of them, it was indeed an infiltration. With Aschen having snuck in, thanks to the timely arrival of Ruby and her friends, yet deep in the bowls of Mantle, murders were being committed by Tyrian and cyberattacks happened because in their hubris, Atlas forgot to update Mantle's security network since Watts worked on it. That makes many MANY years of compiled and escalating system errors and weaknesses. Yet Atlas works like a certain Domino City and the Satellite, they don't think about the others because they're arrogantly stupid in their hubris./div
div id="djs-96p8b" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""When the hail over the radio was less than friendly, we went and dropped off, hoping to find a more direct line", Weiss admitted as she looked at Winter. Who glared daggers at her sister, not because she was angry but because she was so worried and surprised she'd taken such a risk. Yet without a 'good' upbringing to deal with her emotions, that came out as scorn and anger./div
div id="djs-p8vk" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""What were you thinking!? You could have been shot down! I have half a mind to..", her ranting however was interrupted when, after having fled home towards Mistral and missing her there, Weiss hugged her sister with all the tender love and care she could. She had missed her so much. "We did…what we had to do"/div
div id="djs-a642g" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I…suppose I understand", Winter said returning the hug, before she broke it off and stomped over to Qrow: "But how could you agree to this!?"/div
div id="djs-e6apm" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Like I had a choice? I had a bad feeling entering Atlas and seeing as how your Ace Ops deal with allies…well let's say I wasn't eager to put my neck on the line. Now if we could talk to the general about some…confidential stuff? I have a fisherman to gut", Qrow spat. In the following conversations, things were revealed. James entrusted the Ace Ops, Penny and Winter with the truth about Salem. Following the canon timeline and conversation until…/div
div id="djs-nctk" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""That's not normal…how did he.."/div
div id="djs-1gj17" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""There was a situation…", Ruby said, causing everyone to turn to her and hold their breath. "...he informed us of Salem, we had been in a train crash…, Ozpin is still in there but he's had difficulty making contact. But we can still stop Salem"/div
div id="djs-3uqgu" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""That is the worst news yet. Had he informed you on the relics and their powers?", James said, rising to his full length. The room slowly began breathing again, yet it was a surprise James, Winter or even hyper observant Penny didn't notice the tension in the air. Ruby nodded./div
div id="djs-e573l" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""We were told that the Lamp can answer three questions per hundred years. We still have one question left", Ruby said. Another gasp going through her friends, specifically her uncle./div
div id="djs-8sgik" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Wait…that…that means a question regenerated? Ozpin spoke of all the questions being used up…", James stroked his beard, contemplating this revelation. Before he sighed and focused on Oscar. "At least it's good that you're here. You all! Together we can stand our ground and perhaps even find a way to return Oz to us!"/div
div id="djs-8lmcb" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Thank you sir…general…headmaster Ironwood?"oscar fumbled, causing James to smile. For a moment he didn't look as tired as he actually was. His eyes turned to the Relic of Knowledge and suddenly the hours returned to his face. With a heavy heart he picks up the relic and brings it over to Ruby? Who looks up in amazement./div
div id="djs-319l0" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""You're…giving it back to me?", James smiles and nods. "A token of good faith. As much as I'd like to use the question, the ordeal with the Ace Ops and you coming forth with sensitive information, despite the situation in which I realize I might look like a very untrustworthy person, I feel it would be best if those who delivered it and held on to it for so long, should hold on to it. Wouldn't want you feeling burned over the trust you've shown me. Something like that takes courage and we're in desperate need of trust and courage"/div
div id="djs-en2d6" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""T-thank you", Ruby says, smiling warmly. James simply nods before returning more formal in his voice and word choice./div
div id="djs-7chjb" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""We must work together if we're to stop Salem. If you're all on board…"/div
div id="djs-c0bgu" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""How can we help?"/div
div id="djs-4pd09" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-c0bfe" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"…/div
div id="djs-a0gq0" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;" /div
div id="djs-9lgqv" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Alright cut the chatter", fisherman says as the merry band of huntsmen and huntresses make their way back to the Assembly hall. Qrow's eyes narrow as he walks towards the front of the group. "I'd like to sincerely apologize for the miscommunication down in Mantle. We didn't mean to-"/div
div id="djs-dldvr" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"The big woman marched past him, straight to Ruby and shook her hand. "So sorry if we'd known who you were we'd be laughing over a hot mea-"/div
div id="djs-cn6kd" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"A loud echoed fist hitting skin silenced the explosion of 'happiness' in the Ace Ops. Suddenly all of them turned from shocked expressions to angry, glaring at Qrow who had punched Fisherman straight in the jaw, a trickle of blood slipping from the corner of his mouth. Faunus and Mohawk readied themselves to attack, yet were stopped with a single hand raised from Fisherman. "And here I thought we could just let bygones be-"/div
div id="djs-9ds83" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Next time, stop being idiots and actually listen? What the hell kind of attitude is that?", Qrow barked at Fisherman, fist clenched. Sure he was weaponless, but he still had more experience fighting and beating people to a bloody pulp./div
div id="djs-38qm" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Like I said…just a miscommunication", Fisherman cradled his jaw, impressed by the left hook he had taken, Qrow had to admit, he did take the punch in stride./div
div id="djs-bok1o" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Communication is a two way street…pal", Qrow took his scroll and showed his license as Huntsman. "I dunno what Special Operatives you think you are, but invest in some PR. Same team and you brought us down like we were criminals. It's insulting"/div
div id="djs-3mg19" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Well don't hold back or anything", Fisherman said, still rubbing his jaw. Qrow rolled his eyes: "I was. I could do a whole lot more to you"/div
div id="djs-79siv" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""I know, still have the bruises to prove it. We should put you in cuffs for real", Mohawk hissed, causing Qrow to glare her down, his most Raven glare he could muster, but she had inherited THAT power, to stare daggers into one's soul./div
div id="djs-feg25" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Doesn't go well for building trust", Qrow said, before he rolled his eyes and walked off, "just stay out of my way"/div
div id="djs-89tom" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Well…as much as that was fun, at least we'll be working together with you all from now on. And I must admit, my jaw notwithstanding, I am looking forward to it", Fisherman said as he turned away from Qrow and towards the others. In a way he could understand Qrow's reaction, "You've been fighting just as long as we have, maybe even longer. I saw some interesting things out there"/div
div id="djs-7pq7g" class="daeditor-paragraph" style="margin: 24px 8px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.3px;""Exactly why I'm looking forward to seeing what the rest of you kids can do", Mohawk said, still throwing daggers at Qrow who was stopped by James some hallway further down. Giving him a much needed hug, James needing the hug. A friend to lean on besides those he can boss around. Penny takes the gang on a tour through Atlas. A return to form, just like Beacon had been. Except there was more to come./div