Current Energy: 12
Saturday, March 5th, 2011
Beacon Academy, Remnant
"This wouldn't be such a big deal if my tracking spell worked on Salem." Your Master notes aloud, sinking lazily into her conjured chair.
"...I have found over the years that finding her is something of an exercise in futility, yes." Ozpin concedes without directly commenting on your Masters claims of magic.
"If you would just come to explain things to the rest of the Atlesian Council I'm sure we could-" Ironwood finally speaks in a clearly impassioned voice.
"James, I appreciate your concerns, but you simply don't understand what we are up against. Even the full might of the Atlesian military wouldn't be enough. Not yet. We need more time." The headmaster of Beacon Academy tiredly counters, clearly retreading an argument that has happened multiple times in the past.
Your Master perks up at this.
"You know actually, there is something I can do real quick before leaving. It should buy you tons of time." She states, drawing every eye in the room back to her.
"Ah fuck. She's got the face. The one she gets when she's going to do something outrageous like it's nothing. Hey, ask your deadbeat dad for popcorn, this is gonna be sick." Mun muses from Mem's shoulder, earning a confused look from the girl and a slight twitch from Ozpin.
Taylor, of course, ignores all of them.
"Well I can't track Salem, but I should be able to set a spell to hunting down the local White Fang. Or rather, their masks." She muses aloud.
"I would appreciate it if you did not cause a disturbance while the city is otherwise still recovering Miss..?" Ozpin states, trailing off - at which point it occurs to both you and your Master simultaneously that she never actually provided anyone with her name.
"Taylor, but back home they call me Nexus. Look, you probably don't believe me when I say the White Fang is going to help that psycho destroy the whole city, but you do admit that they have to be dealt with right? I have a plan."
Saturday, March 5th, 2011
A High Rise Apartment, Vale, Remnant
You lazily trail behind the tiny glowing orb of light your Master has set you to follow, pausing just outside of a large apartment building in the city's downtown core when the light zips straight up to the midway point of the building and then darts inside.
Sighing, and with your hands stuffed in your pockets, you rapidly ghost through the front door of the building and, ignoring the elevator, begin invisibly making your way up the stairs. When you finally make it to the appropriate floor, you range out into the hallway until you find the door the light is hovering in front of - and you step inside.
The apartment is fairly simple. You would almost describe it as 'utilitarian' - which makes sense, as the temporary abode of a terrorist cell. The main room of the apartment is just a couch and a television. There are very few personal effects present.
And there are three faunus of various types sitting about the room, nervously talking to each other.
"Shit, I thought today was going to be it, but they called it off at the last second!" One of them complains vehemently, their hands pressed together and straining as there owner continues to increase the strength he is putting into them.
"Hey those kids screwed up our timing is all. We still have our shot." Another one of them consoles him.
They keep talking but you don't actually pay altogether too much attention to them. You wander about the apartment just long enough to find the stylized White Fang masks the group has hidden in one of their closets - then you wander back out to the main room.
You twist your head from side to side, enjoying the satisfying pop as you prepare for action.
Then, you stretch your hand forward and become tangible.
"Foolish terrorists who defy the will of my Master… shall all be punished." You declare, clamping your hand around the first of the three men's heads.
"Wha-" He opens his mouth to protest, but you don't allow him to finish. Via main force, you yank the man into the air with your grip on his skull - then you punch him in the stomach until he stops moving, and you drop him.
You turn to find the two other men in the room scrambling for their weapons, so, in the interests of preventing that, you drop into a crouch and stretch your hand out to the floor. With a mere thought, the alchemical tattoo covering your arm lights up, and the floor beneath both of them opens up, like a hungry shark surfacing for the kill.
-1 Energy
You don't kill the men of course. That would be much easier than what you have actually been instructed to do. Instead, you leave the two encased up to their chins in the same material the floor is made of - a laminated hardwood - only several times thicker, precluding any escape attempts.
"The police will arrive shortly." You state blandly, walking into the room the men keep their masks and weaponry in, and dragging it to the center of the room.
Then you turn to the glowing wisp of the tracking spell, which darts out the window.
You sigh, and head for the stairs.
Saturday, March 5th, 2011
Beacon Academy, Remnant
"And you think you can reasonably locate and capture every member of the White Fang in the city in a single day." Ironwood asks your Master incredulously.
"Well, I could do it easily, yeah. You don't want me to cause a huge public disturbance though so my partner will do it instead." She answers with a chilling smile on her face as she draws a tracking spell in the air and gestures the resulting orb of glowing light towards you.
"That should take you to every White Fang mask in the city. Just beat up everyone you find wearing one and the-" She pauses to glance at Ozpin "-police?" he nods slowly and she turns back to you.
"The police will come pick them up after you tell me the location." She finishes.
"If you can find them for us then my men can-" James starts to counter.
"Aren't your men busy keeping public order?" Taylor cuts him off sweetly.
You… get the impression she only tolerates Ironwood at best, and even that just out of politeness.
"She has a point James." Ozpin points out.
"What I would like to know is what qualifies you for the task." The blond woman turns to ask you.
You smile at her.
"I have my ways." You tell her, before vanishing once more from sight.
Saturday, March 5th, 2011
Abandoned Warehouse, Vale, Remnant
You crack your knuckles as you come upon the warehouse district of Vale. You cock your head at the frantic bobbing and weaving of the tracking spell as it hovers above a particular building in the distance.
The sea breeze drifts through the air, giving everything a slightly salty smell, and that, mixed with the scent of industry all around you, reminds you distinctly of home.
Setting aside your nostalgia, you quickly report your thirtieth location of the night to your Master, and stalk forward.
Someone has to tell these people that they have crossed the wrong person, after all.
A/N: We're going to do a jump cut from here back to Earth on Sunday just because this is starting to feel like it's dragging on. If you haven't already, you should check out all the really sick fanart NathanMedium has been providing recently. You gotta go like the post. Do it for me. Do it for Hat Daddy.
This short chapter was brought to you by blackmail and sick time off work!