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Thread: A Study in Colors [Azecreth & MoFo]

As the group moved along the members of Team RWBY chatted with each other a bit, mostly remarking on the fight and how pressing it was that they return to Beacon in a relatively swift manner. Most of that was settled by the time that they arrived in the village to whatever might be found there. It was a relatively familiar sight for Ruby and Yang, though Patch was still different from this kind of place, and Blake was used to it as well to some extent due to her lifestyle. It was a fairly new experience for Weiss though, as she looked around at all the village had to show off. It was just so...old, nothing like Vale at all. There was plenty of homemade stuff, and she was surprised by it even if she intellectually knew that these places were effectively cut off from the Kingdoms and had to try and survive as best they could on their own most of the time. The fact that this place had the money to hire mercenaries was really quite impressive. Not that she was dumb enough to actually ask about that at the moment. She had more tact than that. Hey, Ruby called with a wave once they had been introduced to the people that Silver and Alsot were directly working for. We were in the area and figured we'd help out. Not exactly true, but the specific details didn't really matter all that much. Blake shrugged, not all that thrilled with the offer but willing to accept it. We wouldn't want to impose on you. Things must be pretty tight around here. This didn't really seem to be a farming community so she had to imagine their food supply wasn't all that deep. They wouldn't want to do more harm than good, especially with all the stuff they enjoyed back in Vale.
Thread: A Study in Colors [Azecreth & MoFo]

Thank you for the food, yang said as they all crowded around the table to eat the meal that had been laid out before them. There was nothing like homecooked food to kick up an appetite, even if it might not compare to Dad's cooking And hopefully it surpassed Taiyang in some areas. She did not hesitate to dig in to the soup, enjoying it with a satisfied hum. The others did th same, very little hesitation to be seen after a hard fight like that. In mid bite Ruby nodded at the question, flashing a grin at the same time. Yep, we were just out doing some practicing and we may have gotten a bit lost that's all. Weiss snorted aloud, dismissive of that idea. You ran us right into a pack of Beowolves, I guess that counts as lost by a certain definition. It had worked out though so she really didn't complain more. Besides, they had to show team solidarity for the people that they were visiting. We didn't know there was a village so close to where that fight happened, Blake remarked, deflecting from the team drama to focus on what was important at the moment. There would be plenty of time to handle that sort of thing later. Presented with the weapons Ruby leaned over them, eagerness on display as she looked over the guns. Wow, these are pretty old fashioned aren't they? I mean, not that there's anything wrong with the classics. I just don't think I've seen a gunpowder weapon...ever. Dust was more efficient and did a better job of killing Grimm, so it must have been his Semblance that made him use these rather than a conventional Dust weapon. There was no other explanation for it.
Thread: A Study in Colors [Azecreth & MoFo]

Another member of ours also uses live ammo, but simply put the gun parts of my weapons arn't what I use them for mainly I use them to work with my semblance. It lets me swap places with small objects. Take for example this spoon. Silver said and gave it a sudden toss and then in a blink of an eye where the Spoon had been going Silver suddenly appeared, and the spoon landed right into the chair Silver had been sitting. It allowed him to jump distances quick mostly. Long story short. He collects his spoon sitting down and slurping up the rest of the stews broth. Then setting the bowl down. I can move distances very quickly and get in, course for dust I carry some grenades with me, you saw me blow the head off of one right Blake. He remembered the name of the dark haired girl, who had the most laid back look about her among the group. The way his eyes just drifted to her bow. Pretty bow by the way, is it made of velvet? He was keen and was deceptively sharp, and if she thought just because he had about the same attention span Ruby seemed to have. You don't have to hide anything though, these folks are generally pretty relaxed, faunus or not, we have a faunus with us too. Buck's his name, real quiet, likes nature, a bit grumpy sometimes... Alsot looked to Weiss on the other hand noticing her features, and then remembering her name, Weiss was it, you wouldn't happen to be related to the Schnee family would you? It was clear that the Scnhee family had very few unique features from each other, the pale skin, white hair was kind of a good means by which to discern.
Thread: A Study in Colors [Azecreth & MoFo]

Ah, I get it. That's a pretty neat trick. I can see how it would be useful, Ruby agreed once Silver explained what it was that he could do with his Semblance and why his old fashioned guns were so useful. That wasn't really the sort of thing she could apply to Crescent Rose, but overall as a weapon aficionado she just found it to be interesting in general. This was the sort of thing she enjoyed a lot. Now then, I'd like to know about that armor.... Blake was not fazed as her particular secret was found out in fairly short order. They hadn't seemed like the type she was concerned about, the only annoyance was that they had figured out so quickly. It's my personal preference, she explained when he mentioned not having to hide it. Of course she knew she could just do that, but from what she had seen in the past it was best to just remove the temptation. It'd be a lot easier to treat her as just another human if she kept the bow on. Besides, it really was fashionable. Finding herself addressed, Weiss' posture straightened a bit as she took on that heiress persona that she was so used to employing. That's correct. I happen to be the heiress to the Schne Dust Corporation, so I suppose you could consider there to be some relation. She was used to people knowing her identity, although now she felt compelled to ensure that she gave off the best impression possible. She had to make sure her family looked good.
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Thread: Memory Gap (Alpha and Sigr)

The worried face of a man. A little kid's tears. The last images on her mind were etched in fire. Then the light. Then nothing. There was nothing to call time, there was nothing that resembled space, there was nothing that she could call self. And then the red light, the beeping. Her open eyes looked at the light, were they opening for the first time or were they never closed? She blinked for a moment, almost trembling, afraid of returning to the nothing, but the light was still there, the beeping was still there. Where was she? Wait. Who was she? She found comfort in having a name, but there was little else she had. A bright line of light showed vertically in front of her with a creaking sound and the beeping red light was gone. What did the line meant? But as it grew wider she understood, it wasn't just a light. She was inside, and the light was outside. Her understanding of the surroundings grew every fraction of a second, but as she recovered her motor functions one by one there was still so little she knew, and she was eager for more. Hungry for more. Without as much as a conscious thought, more of an impulse, her right hand moved to the light, and pried open the darkness for her to get out. Her first step couldn't have been worse, as she fell to her knees, barely supporting herself with her arms, palms on the ground. Slowly and unsteadily getting up she couldn't but look at her arms, her hands. Translucent skin showed intricate machinery under it, and she could see the parts move with every slight movement test she made. It was a thing of beauty. It was a thing of horror. But she wasn't a thing, she shouldn't be a thing. She didn't feel like a thing. A white maze of tables and walls extended around her surroundings. Behind her, now wide open it was the place where she emerged from. Coffin, cradle and egg. White as the walls, the ceiling and floor, the pieces inside her skin and everything around but the man. He wasn't like anything around him, he was no worried man, no crying child. He was nothing like her, and yet he was. Without much of a thought her skin was translucent no more and resembled the skin tone of the man, even if he was dressed while she was not. She could feel hair on her shoulders, flowing from her head in the same color as the man's was, even if hers was longer. A she looked at the baffled man, he could see that her eyes that once where white now they looked like his own.
Thread: Memory Gap (Alpha and Sigr)

Nick stood rooted to the spot, his average brain trying to process what he was looking at. The shape that descended from the coffin, pod or whatever the hell it was, it was shipped like a human woman that would be particularly attractive if not for the translucent skin that that exposed the high tech Skelton benith. It reminded him of an old servent droid he had pulled out of a scrap heap once, only sleeker, more human looking in almost every way. He watched awestruck as the skin began to shift and change, the skeleton disappearing behind the same natural tan of his own skin. The hair shifted and took on the same sandy hue of his and it wasn't long before he found himself squirming under the stair of his own slate grey eyes. Um.....The fuck? His legs found the power to move again and Nick turned, the flight portion of flight of fight kicking in, and slammed into one of the tables, toppeling over it and taking the contents of the table with him to land with a crash in a heap on the floor. One arm shot up over the edge of the table brandishing a gun in the general direction of the coffin and it's former occupant, Alright scary.... Machine lady, you can just stay there and not eat my face. Ok? He perked up from behind the table, not bothering to move his gun.
Thread: Memory Gap (Alpha and Sigr)

She recognized the language immediately as English, even if that man behind the table aiming at her with a gun had a quite colorful way of using it. Part of her urged to move, to take hold of the gun, to dispose of the threat, but she was too surprised at the sight and still trying to figure out what was going on to do any rash decisions. I'm not going to- she started to talk, but when she heard herself sound exactly as the man, she stopped. Something was not right, she couldn't completely mimic that man nor was a reason to, and her appearance was far from making him feel safer. Her proportioned body remained the same, but soon her skin was pale, the long hair turned auburn and the eyes looking to the man were chocolate brown. I'm staying here and not eating your face she finally said, this time the voice was a female one, firm yet not threatening. She felt like she was still half asleep, as parts of her were slowly returning from being dormant, but none of them talked about who she was, where she was. Can you put the gun down? It's driving me crazy she asked, her mind blaring at the sight of it, marking the man as a target, a threat, someone to be eliminated. More and more parts of her started to wake, and now she had estimations of how long would it take for her to reach and incapacitate him, what objects where near to be thrown as an alternative. I don't want to hurt you. Well, right now I want to hurt you, but I'd like to stop wanting it, so please at least lower your arm she sounded agitated, and her hands were starting to flex her fingers, closing her hands into fists and opening them again. Closing and opening. Closing and opening.
Thread: Memory Gap (Alpha and Sigr)

Nick's face twisted into some strange mix of horror and confusion and terror. Not only had the robot lady with the really nice rack decided to make herself look like him, but she decided to sound like him too! This whole situation was starting to seem more and more like he was dreaming. Or maybe he was dead. Maybe he hadn't actually successfully cheated the Deadlocks at cards and they had left him strung up by his man parts somewhere in the badlands and he was having some kind of halusination as he was slowly pecked apart by buzzards that was the ONLY possible explanation for this whole weird ass situation. Slowly he lowered the gun, feeling slightly less disturbed by the form of the pretty red head now infront of him. She seemed confused, a feeling Nick could easily sympathize with at that moment, considering he was pretty sure none of this was real. With his free hand he quickly slapped himself across the face several times, leaving his cheeks red from the impact. He stood there blinking, ok....I guess I'm not dreaming. So....I guess.....Who are you?
Thread: Memory Gap (Alpha and Sigr)

The alarms in her mind and the tension of her body faded as the man lowered the gun. There was still a humming in the back of her brain that alerted her of the pistol, but it was bearable and didn't call for immediate action. Even if he looked calmer, that man's behavior still felt erratic, and she tilted her head at the sight of how he was slapping himself, although his own words sort of explained the action. Inanna she automatically answered as he asked who she was, prompting her brow to furrow, wondering what that came from. Although that's just my name and... she looked around, eyeing the plastic walls, the minimalist tables. ...not who I am. Something that I'm afraid I can't really answer Inanna finished, looking disturbed but mostly curious. Where am I? she asked, even if she didn't stand still much waiting for an answer. Exploring the surrounding tables for anything that may explain the situation, for any shred of information, she found a box with something else that had a more immediately practical side. Inanna pulled a set of pants and shirt that looked somewhat like medical scrubs, but as mostly everything in there, they were white and with that look and feel of plastic, shiny and weird. I guess I can stop being naked she said more as a matter of fact than relieved of being able to stop being bare. The clothes were a big baggy on her, and she was still barefoot, but she could make do. What were you doing in here? she asked, giving up in her search for a moment, since it seemed fruitless.
Thread: Memory Gap (Alpha and Sigr)

Inanna. Her name was Inanna and wile it seemed like kind of a strange name to Nick, atleast it wasn't some ID number like 1N-442 or something like that that he'd never be able to remember. He leaned casually against the table, his gun spinning with lazy arrogance around one finger, it's your name but not who you are? He repeated, clearly confused by her statement before giving a dismissive shurg. He watched as she rummaged around the tables, feeling slightly disappointed that she found something to cover up with. But then again he couldn't really blame her for wanting to cover up, Well, were you are in underground, obviously, as for what I'm doing here.... You're stealing our prize boyo! Bellowed a loud voice that cut Nick off, a chorus of cocking weapons filled the air and Nick's head snapped towards the door to see a dozen or so armed men in weather beaten leathers standing there. Well.....Shit..... One man emerged from the group, towering over the rest, he sportted a bright green mohawk and a scar that puckered his lip into a perminant sneer, You done cheated and took what's mine Nicky, and I come to take it back. We all cheated, just did it better. He shot back.
Thread: Memory Gap (Alpha and Sigr)

I can't remember much else Inanna may be a machine, but her voice clearly transmitted that she was disturbed by that fact. Once dressed, it seemed that he wanted to explain something to her, about where they were, but a bunch of new people entered the place. The variety of weaponry being exhibited made Inanna's alarms blare, her head filling with not only the need to stop the cause of those warnings, but also the know how about the alternatives she had to face that trouble in the most successful way. Who was she that could do something like that? Think in such a way? Even if she didn't know no better, she had the feeling that such a feeling was far from normal. Just the fact that the weapons were mostly aimed at the man seemingly called Nicky was the only thing that allowed Inanna to take hold of herself from the moment, as it resulted to be some kind of business dispute that involved cheating on both parts. Did you really take something from a bunch of armed people? That seems unwise to me, Nicky she commented, finding a bit more at ease when he had a name she could refer to. Newcomers, can we discuss this while lowering the weapons? They are making me uneasy she said, her voice trembling as she restrained herself. It would be just fantastic and I'm sure that we can reach an agreement that benefits all parts Inanna said, having finished with her attempt at peace, even if her insides screamed for expedite action.
Thread: Memory Gap (Alpha and Sigr)

Like any sane and rational individual would when found in a situation in which they found themselves confronted by a dozen or so angry thugs with high powered rifles, Nick let his gun drop to the floor and he raised his hands above his head. Just to clarify. I didn't actually steal anything. I won it at cards. Sure I cheated to win. Ain't my fault smiley here didn't catch me. But I won, so technically I didn't steal anything. Cheatin' is still stealin. That's not what your mother said! The large man charged across the room and drove one massive fist into Nick's gut, causing the junker to crumble to his knees. Ok...Maybe she does agree with you. He wheezed before being assaulted with a fury of kicks for the Raiders boot. The large man turned his attention towards Inanna, well ain't you a pretty thing. Maybe once we finish with Nicky boy here we can have some fun with ya. He drew a heavy looking hand cannon from his belt an leveled it on her, But we don't want you going nowhere till then. The shot echoed like thunder in the cavernous chamber.
Thread: Memory Gap (Alpha and Sigr)

Inanna was on the edge, her words unattended, her well meaning squandered, guns still aiming everywhere. Both Nicky and the newcomers talked and behaved like a bunch of criminals, but she couldn't help but feel it for Nicky. He seemed to have found and awoke her, he was clearly at a disadvantage, and at least he had been reasonable enough to talk to her and lower his gun before. Whoever was right and even if he was a thief, Inanna was starting to feel sympathy for Nicky, more so when the boss seemed too eager to maul him even if disarmed. Inanna knew she could do something, and yet she had trouble wrapping her mind about why she could do such things, or even more if she should do so. It was clear that things weren't going well, but it was also apparent that what was going on there wasn't her problem. Or was it? What exactly did Nicky steal from them if anything? The menacing man talked to her, leaving pretty clear that he didn't harbor any good intentions towards her, rising a gun at her. So close. Alarms blared. Her sight turned red. Her instincts had grown dull, her sleep too long, her past muddled. All those things and more piled up one over another, making her react all too late. The shot tore apart the flesh of her left shoulder, just above the collarbone. Her artificial skin was tore apart, and the rest of the projectile ended up deflected upwards, scarring her internal structure. Had she been someone with a human body, that thing would have tore her whole arm apart. Inanna could see Nicky, fallen but not beaten, all too close of his gun that he had been forced to drop before, she was aware of the rest of the goons in the room with their weapons, but most of all she had their leader on her sights. If the gun was like lightning, Inanna crunching, breaking and shattering the bones of the leader's arm was thunder, the sound as painful as unpleasant. The cannon fell to her grasp while the leader tried to sort out what was going on with the blinding pain his useless arm flared. If any of the goons was to try something, an arm would be the least of their concerns.
Thread: Memory Gap (Alpha and Sigr)

Smiley let out an ear piercing shriek that drowned out the sounds of bone cracking on flesh ripping. The Deadlock's froze, watching as their leader was effortlessly and brutally crippled. Nick watched slack jawed and awestruck, she moved like a flash, a dangerous graceful storm of fury. What the fuck..... he muttered. Smiley fell the ground in a rapidly growing pool of his own blood, his voice starting to go horse form screaming so much. Nick scrambled forward on all fours, snatching up his gun up from where it lay on the floor and recovering to his feet, turning his gun on the crowd of bandits, waving it at them, Alright you screw heads, listen up! Another chorus of screams from Smiley cut him off and he waited several moments for him to stop before carrying on, As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. We, that is me, and my new friend over there who is looking so stylish with your bosses blood on her, are going to be departing. And you guys are going to let us go. Is that clear? Another shriek of pain. Nick gestured with his gun and the goons parted, allowing access to the door, Thank you gents. he said, taking a bow and tipping he hats, Inanna, if you care to leave Smiley to his own suffering, we need to get out of here. he said, starting to jog towards the door.
Thread: Memory Gap (Alpha and Sigr)

Inanna broke bone and muscle, tearing the skin and making the man bleed. For a moment she almost continued on, but the clattering of the weapon against the ground snapped her back to her senses. His blood slipped down on her plastic white outfit, dripping to the ground, making Inanna back off a step so she wouldn't dirty her bare feet. While the screams of the man echoed and Nick tried to reason with the remaining goons, Inanna was poking a finger at the bullet hole, looking mesmerized at it. She knew that there was no serious injury there, awed by the amount of information she could garner about herself and her surroundings, everything in her reach, but the information she wanted. She wasn't a machine, she didn't feel like a machine. Sure, she had seen what her body was made of but even then, she had those... memories, those... feelings? Only the mention of her name made she focus on the problem at hand, while Nick had made the goons back off, threatening with his gun and with... well, herself. Inanna followed him, still silent, processing what was going on, what else could she do? As prompted by her question, the skin on her damaged shoulder plied and shifted, hiding the wound as if the hole didn't ever happen to begin with. Nicky I... I almost killed him Inanna finally talked, stating a fact while still dumbfounded about it. They walked through dust and debris, no place Inanna could recognize, they may be leaving answers behind, but what little search she had done really didn't show any clues to that. Who she was felt like an important question to her, but after what she had done, what she was seemed an equally important one.