Elysium
Nuts
It has been a year since the Fall of Beacon. Dominatum, the enigmatic leader of the dark forces currently ravaging Remnant, destroyed Vale, and has taken Beacon Academy as his own flying fortress.
Now he rules what's left of Vale with an iron fist as he floats above the land. And his next move is not going to be too far off. While it has been a year, Dominatum is known to be extremely patient. None of the remaining nations have lowered their guard.
But not all is lost. Men and women borne from the flames of destruction rise to defend the remnants of humanity. Beacons of hope still stand, within the students who survived to fight again another day. And unfortunately, they're going to have to.
The hunters-to-be take up arms once more, to fight in a seemingly hopeless war.
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Ephraim Nikos
Where: A small town on the Vacuo/Vale Border
With: N/A
A shrill ringing filled the dark silence of the cheap motel room. A groan of defeat accompanied it, and a hefty bare steel arm snaked out from under the ratty old comforter and slapped down on the snooze. The arm slithered back into its lair, satisfied with the results of its latest hunt. For another ten minutes, silence reigned within the dark room once more.
The ringing began again. But this time, instead of just an appendage, the whole beast emerged from his lair beneath the sheets. An arm of flesh reached over and shut the clock off properly this time, and then the cord was yanked from the wall and tossed into the large backpack that held his entire life.
His mismatched hands came up and rubbed the sleep from his face, and then pushed his short blonde hair back, tying the longer hair on top back and into a short tail. He slid his contacts into place, hiding the brilliant sapphire blue behind a deep brown charade, and then finally stood up.
The steel hand grabbed a bottle from the end table where the clock once stood, and Ephraim tore the cork out of it as he walked out onto the balcony to watch the sunrise, as has been his tradition since he left the ruins of Vale, a year ago today.
He'd drink to that bitter anniversary. But he drank to many things, so... nothing special there. The sharp, cheap liquor burned through his mouth and throat as it went down. He took the next ten minutes or so to watch then sun, and then headed back in to the room to get ready.
His scroll started to ring as he finished pulling his uniform on.
"General."
A moment of silence as he listened to the man on the other end, who was none other than the leader of Atlas, General Ironwood.
"Understood."
Within minutes he was packed and out of the hotel, not bothering to respond to the woman who had been one-sidedly flirting with him the past three days.
He had a mission.
But first, there was a cute little restaurant with a rather awesome breakfast burger that Ephraim had to eat, one last time, before he possibly never came this way again. Plus, there was the fact that he might not survive taking on a potential White Fang fortress. But it was his life now.
Fighting Atlas' enemies to the death kept him from doing the same to himself.
Now he rules what's left of Vale with an iron fist as he floats above the land. And his next move is not going to be too far off. While it has been a year, Dominatum is known to be extremely patient. None of the remaining nations have lowered their guard.
But not all is lost. Men and women borne from the flames of destruction rise to defend the remnants of humanity. Beacons of hope still stand, within the students who survived to fight again another day. And unfortunately, they're going to have to.
The hunters-to-be take up arms once more, to fight in a seemingly hopeless war.
- - - - - -
Ephraim Nikos
Where: A small town on the Vacuo/Vale Border
With: N/A
A shrill ringing filled the dark silence of the cheap motel room. A groan of defeat accompanied it, and a hefty bare steel arm snaked out from under the ratty old comforter and slapped down on the snooze. The arm slithered back into its lair, satisfied with the results of its latest hunt. For another ten minutes, silence reigned within the dark room once more.
The ringing began again. But this time, instead of just an appendage, the whole beast emerged from his lair beneath the sheets. An arm of flesh reached over and shut the clock off properly this time, and then the cord was yanked from the wall and tossed into the large backpack that held his entire life.
His mismatched hands came up and rubbed the sleep from his face, and then pushed his short blonde hair back, tying the longer hair on top back and into a short tail. He slid his contacts into place, hiding the brilliant sapphire blue behind a deep brown charade, and then finally stood up.
The steel hand grabbed a bottle from the end table where the clock once stood, and Ephraim tore the cork out of it as he walked out onto the balcony to watch the sunrise, as has been his tradition since he left the ruins of Vale, a year ago today.
He'd drink to that bitter anniversary. But he drank to many things, so... nothing special there. The sharp, cheap liquor burned through his mouth and throat as it went down. He took the next ten minutes or so to watch then sun, and then headed back in to the room to get ready.
His scroll started to ring as he finished pulling his uniform on.
"General."
A moment of silence as he listened to the man on the other end, who was none other than the leader of Atlas, General Ironwood.
"Understood."
Within minutes he was packed and out of the hotel, not bothering to respond to the woman who had been one-sidedly flirting with him the past three days.
He had a mission.
But first, there was a cute little restaurant with a rather awesome breakfast burger that Ephraim had to eat, one last time, before he possibly never came this way again. Plus, there was the fact that he might not survive taking on a potential White Fang fortress. But it was his life now.
Fighting Atlas' enemies to the death kept him from doing the same to himself.
