Ironwood stormed through his ship toward the Brig where he was holding the traveler that was apparently named Peacock. "(Ozpin better know what he's doing.)" He grumbled in his head. To him his job is simple protect the public from threats. That was until several hours ago, when Ozpin introduced him to someone that was of extra dimensional origin. That girl was from the same world as to monsters was unbelievable if it wasn't for the head of living hair he would have more than likely tell the higher ups of the Atlas military structure that he has lost his mind upon his return. He made it toward the brig doors where two guards where armed with weapons capable of destroying the hull of this ship in one shot. The two on guard saluted him as he entered.
He walked passing several other fugitives he has captured during his brief time in Vale. He walked pass them until he came to cell block six forty. Inside was the girl named Peacock who was busy toying with something in the corner of her cell. "Hey!" Ironwood sternly yelled which made her jump. She turned around in shock only to see who it is.
"Oh, it's you." Her response was expected, unamused. She turned back around toying with what seemed to be her top hat. She reached into it yanking a TV remote out. She looked toward a bird that followed her around "Hey Avery, think you can get a signal?" She asked as she plugged her hat into a Square box with a black screen on it.
"Possibly, give me a minute boss." He jumped onto the hat and tapped the top of it falling into the hat. Several minutes later he came out of a Side flap holding several wires. "Yeah, but the reception stinks." He answered still wrapped in several wires.
Peacock shrugged as she powered it up. Ironwood looked at the two "Are you two trying to escape?" He angrily asked trying make his authority status intimidate her.
Peacock looked at Avery then toward him. "Nah" She answered then looked at Avery again who just Nodded. "The cat will bust us out." She responded as she got an image on her screen. "OOH just in time." She Happily sat down on a bean bag and began watching silently.
Ironwood looked at the two then all the junk lying around the room. Action figures, dart guns, Gag items It was as if she was a kid that watched to many cartoons and got to use the arsenal from their favorite TV show. "Where did you get all this?" He asked expecting them to still answer.
Peacock and Avery however, turned around put their fingers to their mouth. "SHH" She hushed loudly "It's getting to the good part." She quickly responded turning around back to face the TV. Ironwood was getting annoyed at her Childish behavior even for a soldier. He left to check the Infirmary on the other one.
Cerebella a street performer of some sorts. Her weapon was a set of gigantic hands that formed from a beanie hat she had on her. Currently it was confiscated and in lock up. He was concerned about it since the last three to try to use it could not get it to respond. The thing baffled the engineers on board since there were no robotics in the device or anything current theory is it resonates with her semblance or aura in some form of a way.
The Infirmary was a bright White room. The middle bed was currently occupied by a dark-skinned woman with blue hair. Ironwood walked in to see her look at her with a very unexpected welcoming grin. "Hi." Her response was friendly enough He may get some answers out of this one.
"Ms. Medici yes?" He asked confused at the last name she had written. "You have it slightly crossed out."
"Oh, that." She giggled a little. "That was an accident, I'm adopted you see." She was very willing to speak surprisingly. She looked at him and then Decided to continue talking. "I Need to thank you for fixing the stiches You can't believe how hard it is to perform with those kinds of injury's or participate in Wrestling tournaments." She said looking at the small scar that was formed from the treatment she had gone under. "What did you people call it?" She asked extremely curious.
"It was just manipulating aura to heal an injury." Ironwood answered. An idea quickly came to his mind. "You are from this New Meridian as Ozpin stated so Mind if I as a few questions?" Cerebella looked at him still smiling. Her smile turned a little more playful Ironwood recognized that kind of grin. It was the kind that a woman gets when she thinks that she may be able to toy with them a little for fun.
"Fine but you better be willing to answer my questions to." She asked still extremely happy for some reason. Ironwood assumed that it would just be some simple things. "You start." she said waiting for his question. Ironwood looked at her in shock for a teenager she was rather quick to respond.
"Why did you come here?" Ironwood asking deciding to test where this cheery person would draw the line. His eyes widened as he saw her get up from the bed and jumped to some of the curtain racks. Luckily for this girl the bars where strong enough to support her light weight do to the reinforced designs of the med ward. She hung down from the bar by her legs and looked at him.
"Well" She started, placing her hand on her chin "I'm not sure if that cartoon person wants me to tell you. But she's not here." She spoke carelessly "They are tracking down a person that got stuck here some time ago apparently. I'm here for another person that is here." She began to swing herself on the bar a little as she spoke. Ironwood was about to speak before She put her hand to his face. "Ahp, My turn." She childish nature was clearly getting on his nerves. "Why do you have these kinds of blimps?"
Ironwood raised a brow at her. "Blimps" as she put was a foreign term to him. He had some idea what she was talking about. "You mean The Value of Virtue? It was a warship years ago, now
it serves as a protector from Nevermores and other kinds of airborne Grimm." The name of the ship Made Cerebella laugh a little.
"I hope it was bought at whole sale." She responded while continuing her chuckle at it. Ironwood was not amused at her.
"Next question from me, why won't your device respond?" Ironwood's question made Cerebella go from being slightly childish to serious. "We have had three people try it but only you have made it listen. Is it a parasite?"
"Nope." She responded calmly though she seemed serious. "But I would appreciate you return it to me." She continued with distrust in her tone. Ironwood was very certain he hit something sensitive. "That hat has been in my family for generations. That is why I want Vice-Versa back." She began to explain herself. "It's a living weapon there are several like this where we are from."
Ironwood nodded "I see. We will be sure to return it once we get the paperwork to transfer you to Beacon's custody." The performer looked at him cautiously. "Beacon has more experience dealing with extra dimensional beings such as you and your friends. I assure you that professor Ozpin is very more lenient than me." She just nodded her head to show a sign she understood what he was saying. "If you excuse me, I have one more to visit." His tone showed a lack of reluctance with the next one.
"Hey wait." Cerebella exclaimed getting the generals attention. "I have one more question." Ironwood stopped in place and turned to look the girl now standing in front of her medical bed. She grinned as she asked her question "Do you have a girl-friend?" She began to laugh a little as Ironwood turned his head and left the room rolling his eyes.
Cerebella continued laughing to herself as she laid back in her bed and returned to watching the news cast.
The Layer
One thing that the Value of Virtue was known for was its unique capture storage for Grimm research. While still in use, they had no choice but to use it to store what could officially be called the most dangerous person on this ship. She was injected with enough tranquilizer serum to effectively knock off ten too fifteen men and kept on fighting long afterwards. By several treasuries reports it was estimated she had done close to eight trillion linen's worth of damage during her rampage. Even while locked in what was effectively a cell designed to hold very powerful classes of Grimm She still need additional restraints. Ironwood entered the large simulated biome looking for the prisoner. He found her in what looked to be a grass path re-stitching her mask from several scratches she got from fighting a nasty patch of Beowolves they had stored in here. She turned around her face was covered in surgical stiches as she continued focusing on her work. Her clothes looked like a hospital gown but torn to bits from the Spikes that come out of her body when she fights. The other big detail on her was her set of massive blades that connected to a set of unknown material. She looked up finally noticing him for the first time. She placed the mask on her head fashioning it like a bandana since she was needing a way to show who at the time was in control.
"I really don't like what I have to do." He said angrily to her. She responded by looking down at the ground. "What you have done is more than enough reason for Atlas to attempt to move mass amounts of troops. Now it rests upon my shoulders to make sure that that does not happen." She continued to her blades strapped to her back began to fold in on itself in shame. He noted that unlike the other two parasite infected host hers acted different almost like it was more part of her than its own entity though it was also likely they share emotions.
"Sorry..." she muttered. He could tell that the girl met it.
"Your actions will not go unnoticed." He continued his interrogation onto the person. "You by a lot of classifications have been labeled a monster and a high threat to anyone close to you. If it were my way we would have killed you on sight." His harsh words were beginning to get to her. and he was not showing any signs of slowing down. "Be thankful you're only getting away with a warning. Next time, we won't be so Merciful. We advise the moment you see an opportunity to return to New Meridian you take it." Ironwood saw the kid was on the verge of crying. He inhaled to speak again until the girl in front of her erupted.
"YOU THINK I HAD A CHOICE IN BECOMING THIS?" Her tone was mixed between sorrow and rage. Ironwood took several steps back in case she was about to go into another Rampage. Luckily, she seemed to be slightly in control this time. "YOU THINK I DECIDED THAT I WANTED TO SPEND EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE IN A STATE OF PAIN TO A POINT I NO LONGER FEEL PAIN OR KNOW TRULEY HOW STRONG I AM?" She was fighting her tears hard when she spoke wanting to stay in control of herself. To Ironwood's surprise the girl had more restraint than even the most trained fighters. "You think, That I wanted to lose control of my body whenever those infernal numbers are said?" The girl was calming down or at least he thinks she is it could be possible she was on the verge of mental collapse. "I was kidnapped, transformed into this, and had to fight for control of my body for eight months. If you think what I did in the course of three hours was atrocious, then you truly have no idea what a real enemy is." The tone she gave showed that she had started to calm down again. she breathed heavily since the enter time she had not inhaled once.
Ironwood looked at her in almost utter shock. He had heard hundreds of stories of Hunters and Huntresses telling stories of things they had done for the sake of saving those who need protection from Grimm or even White Fang. But what she had endured especially for someone of her age. "Ms. What is your name?" He asked being calm.
"Experiment 84: Painwheel." she responded "No other name matters to me anymore." Ironwood however saw through that lie.
"Your actual name." He said calmly. "The ones your parents gave you."
Painwheel froze in place looking at him. No one had ever asked her that question before or even got specific She looked at him her red eyes watching him cautiously. "Carol." She spoke not sure what to expect.
"Well Carole Painwheel. I would like to be the first to officially welcome you to Remnant." He said sternly but trying to be sensitive. "You know, our world could use people like you and your friends. I know a headmaster that would be more than willing to train you." She looked at him interested. "That is why effected immediately you are to be transferred to Beacon's custody." Carol looked at her with utter shock as Ironwood stood up. "I have other business to attend to. In the meantime, do not be surprised should you be required to visit Atlas to hear on your crimes." With those last haunting words, he left.
Carol sat on the ground dumbfounded by him. she removed her leather mask and looked at its scratches. "My other side Useful?" Was all she asked herself as she stared into the black glass eyes of the mask.
Vale Harbor
Nadia had been laying low close to a day and a half since the four of them split. She was able to get by mostly by swiping the wallets of distracted individuals took the cash and left it in their punch card when they finish work that day. She decided to lay down in an unusual area on top of a hanging street post. course local law enforcement did not take kindly to her actions but she ignored them mostly. Around noon She decided to go see what this world had to offer for its adventure sense and if she's lucky, find this Filia girl Peacock had hired her to track. She stood up on the post and jumped down to get to work.
An hour went by before she began losing ingress in tracking her. The biggest problem is no one knew anything about her except Painwheel apparently by her own claims. She could go after the second target but if the Medici's fear her than it may be a good idea to study her before taking her on. That left one other option for her "Let's see how they party." She said looking at one of the clubs in the area. "Hm, worth checking out I guess." She said entering the club. The bouncer could not figure her out though as she entered.
The inside of the club was packed with several patrons. If she were to guess it had maybe several hundred, the place was just plain and simply busy. Nadia looked all the flashing lights and the number of people out on the dance floor listening to some form of music but she was not sure what she would call it. where she's from a form of music called, rock had just recently been coming out. this was clearly electric though it focused on heavy low notes and no lead track. She continued her walk toward the bar. several guards eyed her cautiously She was not exactly intimidated the weapons they had on them wouldn't kill her anyway.
"Hey." She shouted as she approached the bar. The bar tender a stout man was there. His brown beard was in need of a trim. He walked up to her and she grinned a little. "What's on tap?"
The man looked at her before coming to a conclusion. "We don't serve fauna's here now get out." he said angered.
Nadia looked at him slightly confused "Fauna?" She stated perplexed by the term. It then dawned on her that she was not in New Meridian anymore. "Oh, right wrong town." She concluded before looking at him again his face was turning a little red at the fact. "(Oh, this guy is going to be fun.)" She thought to herself as she grinned a little. "I got a brilliant Idea. You give me something on tap and I'll pay for it." Her face turned a little darker "or I'll put you under the rocks."
The man looked her furiously as he signaled for men to come here. Two burley men approached her with a lot on her mind. She was looking at them as threats her own animalistic instincts kicking in as she studied them. "Okay not one for humor I take it." She said disappointedly "Fine." she looked back at the man behind her. "How about a magic trick." She walked up to them. giving them an unsettling look. Eyeing the man's sword, she held her hand out. "You see the stiches that cover my arm? Slice through it clean. If I can move it, you buy me a drink. If not, I'll be practically armless." She snickered at her joke the guards on duty disagreed. Instead they picked her up and carried her back to the front of the club she entered.
Back outside the two grunts threw her into the trash cans. She got back up and turned around angry looking at them Her glare did not affect them. She sighed a little looking back down at her pouches she had grinning. "What a shame, hired help lacks the intelligence to check their pockets." She stated as she pulled out two wallets a black one and a brown one. She continued rummaging through it when someone stepped in front of her. Her ears perked a little as she approached. Nadia looked up at the person curiously.
The person in front of her was a female in what looked to be roman armor. part of a combat skirt only covering segments of her costume. She had red hair that was surprisingly long reaching down most of her back. her green eyes continued to look her over. "Are you okay?" She asked concerned about what happened. Nadia did not fully trust the person in front of her and she could tell. "What happened?" she continued talking
Not knowing how to respond she got up and stretched to check the stitching on her arms leg and head. "Eh, I'll live it takes more than curiosity to kill this cat." She said half hazardly. "Besides, I wasn't after staying in that dump anyway to loud." She continued checking the two wallets for anything of value. To her dismay, she only found a bunch of cards. She looked at it confused "What no paper?" She said disappointed. The woman looked at her confused.
"Not familiar with Linen?" She asked now checking her more carefully.
Nadia looked at her trying to decide how to answer that. "No I just like stealing wallets for paper scraps. Always gotta shred something." She was grinning as she made fun of her Feral heritage. Though to her dismay it seems she did not buy at all. The girl walked next to her as they traveled the streets She was beginning to get concerned and entered an alley way only to see she was still interested in following her everywhere she went observing her as she walked. She did her best not to show that the stiches on her body were in fact holding her entire body together.
The stranger's eyes lit up when she noticed her tail however. She placed her hand toward her mouth in shock. "You'd by chance be from off country?" She asked in shock. Nadia just nodded as she asked the next question. "Metropolitan area from Atlas?" Nadia was in trouble since she did not know anything about the world they are currently on. She nodded again playing safe. The girl Then seemed more confident with the next one. "You are a feral, aren't you?" Nadia froze and looked at her in confusion the bartender called her a fauna earlier yet this woman is using a Meridian term.
"Uh, I believe that were called Faunas" She tried to bluff her way out to no victory.
"You're from New Meridian, aren't you?" She asked shortly after she was certain. "You were with Peacock and her unit she brought in." Nadia began looking for escape options fearing she may need to blind this woman and make a break for it. "I know someone from there." She continued "A girl with black hair." This caught Nadia's attention "She was claiming the same thing when we first meant. Was not expecting her to have that creature living underneath her hat."
"Woah, you by chance be referring to a girl with red eyes and living hair, right?" The girl nodded gesturing for her to follow. Nadia Silently followed keeping her eyes out for possible threats.
"I'm Pyrrha Nikos, by the way. And you are." The stranger spoke up calmly spoke up hoping to get at least a name from the cat burglar.
"My friends call me Nadia but everyone else calls me Ms. Fortune." She said walking next to her.
Pyrrha kept leading the way still looking at the stiches on her arms, legs, and neck. She could not figure out what kind of cut it was. until she saw clean through one of her arms as she walked with her. "What happened?" She asked confused about the damaged arm.
Nadia looked at with a mischievous grin as she grabbed her arm. "What You were out of" She ripped her arm clean of the stiches as some blood dripped from the two open wounds. Pyrrha Put her hands to her face as her now wide green eyes starred in shock at the now severed arm. Nadia continued her joke's punch line "Arms reach" she Exclaimed laughing out loud as several people in the area fled in fear. She looked back at Pyrrha who was still in shock. "Relax okay it's just a joke. See?" The severed arm began to move despite being completely disconnected from the body.
"But How?" Pyrrha questioned what she had witnessed.
Nadia began trying to reattach her arm as she looked at her. "Let's just say I Had an unexpected curse that became a great asset." She took a deep breath before continuing her story "Four years ago, I was part of vigilante ferals called the Fish Bone gang. We were one of the best team of thieves in New Meridian. We often hit the Medici Mafia since they had hundreds of ancient artifacts that could fetch a pretty penny." Her cat ears began to drop. "We died one night trying to steal an artifact called a life stone. We weren't sure what it was exactly to us it was just a simple Ruby. Out of spite I swallowed it as they chased us." She said slowly looking toward the destroyed moon. "When they caught, it was fully digested. To get it from me they sliced me up throwing my head across the room. I woke up several hours later my entire body severed, Yet I could still move every part as if it were attached." Nadia finished sewing her arm on when she finished her story.
Pyrrha looked at her in shock. "That must have been terrible." She said trying to synthesis with her. Nadia seemed unphased however. "We need to get a move on. or we'll miss the last bullhead to Beacon." The two began running after seeing what time it was.
Beacon's front.
Ozpin was standing with both Goodwitch and Filia waiting for Ironwood's ship to drop off the new transfer students. They had been waiting for nearly two hours since he left if Ozpin were to guess he probably tried to interrogate them before letting them go. He saw a small boat flying in toward their location. To his surprise in the distance two figures were showing up in the distance. He recognized one as Nikos due to the amount of bright reflective material on her armor but he could not make out the Fauna that was with her. "Ms. Nikos" He welcomed as the two approached before looking closer at the Fauna only to notice several other animalistic traits on her. "Who is your new friend?"
The Girl next to Pyrrha laughed a little "No one of interests." She spoke Looking at Goodwitch then toward Filia her eyes lit up a little when she noticed him. "Hey I know you." She said in shock "You're that homeless kid with the talking hair." Filia shot straight up in shock when she said that. "You use to go into a small diner in the New Meridian Slums from time to time looking for work or food." Filia blushed in embarrassment as She said that. "How did you get here?" She asked.
"Let's just say it was the wrong place wrong time story." Samson responded slightly aggravated by her.
The Bullhead transporting the other three finally arrived. The side doors opened for Ironwood and the other three. "As requested, Peacock, Cerebella, and Carol." He said stepping aside for the three to see who they were saving. Ironwood walked up to Ozpin as they talked. "A word with you." He said quietly to Ozpin as the two walked off to the side.
Ozpin looked unamused. "Beacon will pay for what Carol had done." His voice was calm toward the general. However, a look at his face and he knew that this news was not about her rampage.
"It's something Cerebella said." His voice was calm but still that of a concerned general as usual. "I don't think Filia was alone when she first crossed through." Ozpin looked at him interested. "Did you know about this?" He began to ask.
Ozpin looked back at the six still talking. It sounded like they were listening to Filia's first few nights on Remnant. "To be honest I began to suspect that she was not the only one from her world." He spoke calmly. "There have been several new reports of suspected White Fang members showing up in alleyways drained of their blood. It sounds like a parasite from their world."
Ironwood didn't like the sound of it but he had no choice but to hope that it is just a string of killings rather than a parasitic threat. "We may need to ask them for help dealing with whoever he is should he be from their world." He looked back looking at Painwheel's mask in concern. "I am concerned for Carol." He said getting Ozpins attention. "Whoever did this to her Really damaged her." He said sadly looking at her. "After putting in those codes they abused them to a point that she had created are almost impenetrable mental barrier. Where it stands now, she is incurable."
Ozpin just looked at her. He was not sure who did this but they need to get justice for her. Where it stands now, her hope of normality relies on their teachings. "Glynda, she maybe the most desperate student we have ever enter our school. She will need all the help she can get. See to it that she is put in classes with Filia." he ordered sternly watching her. "I think she has been driven by her all this time."