Fandom RWBY: Detachment & Disconnection

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Detachment & Disconnection

The Atlesian militant force is rivaled by none. It's taught by elementary teachers in Atlas that the combined powers of Vale, Vacuo and Mistral couldn't hold a candle to Atlas economically, militaristically, culturally or technologically. No one expected them to act on their superiority. The Cross Continental Transmit System was the first to go; all communication systems were made useless without notice. Next, supply routes into Atlas were seized, and supply routes out of Atlas simply stopped leaving. All power supplied by Atlas stayed within their borders, and all Atlas tech was remotely deactivated soon after. Chaos in Vale, Mistral and Vacuo ensued.

Our heroes are hunters, huntresses or otherwise trusted adults that were enlisted into the tri-nation militant power of united Vale, Vacuo and Mistral. They will each lead a team of kingdom specific troops from their homeland on various missions, whether they're fighting for control over the Atlesian border, restoring order within the kingdoms or spending time behind enemy lines.

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"Vacuo, an endless, desolate desert in batshit nowhere. That's the general assumption. Any homegrown faunus would tell you different, though. Humid jungles scatter and divide the desert, growing and receding with the seasons, ripping through any towns built in the wrong place. Or, in this case, any militant airstrips built out of desperation. Tomorrow, you and your teams are leaving via a recovered Atlesian VTOL for said airstrip. The vines, the spouting trees and the cracked asphalt, while issues, aren't the primary concern. Your mission involves dealing with the grimm infestation. We can't spare the resources to send an actual militant squad that deep into the jungle, so we're sending the next best thing." Jess forced a smile, jabbing her finger towards her three direct subordinates. "You!" She shook her head a little, crossed her arms and let her eyes wander the room. They were in an old brick school building, Jess standing where the teacher would've stood, and the three leaders- Aurea, Clancy and Bistre, sitting in the front row of students' desks. The building itself was long since condemned and put out-of-service, due to the rotting wood floors, cracked concrete supports and crumbling walls. The air reeked of peeling lead paint, which was also visible on the walls. This was their makeshift headquarters for the week. The three leaders and their teams were all brought over from Vale, where they all would've been introduced thoroughly. Them, along with Jess and her child, wouldn't be returning home until the situation with Atlas was dealt with. This was made very clear to them before they left.

The leaders were pulled from their tents early in the morning by Jess's adopted child, Alimori. About fifteen minutes had passed since, and Little Ali was getting a little.. Antsy. The door to the schoolhouse was locked tight, so she was left outside with nine total strangers. All nine of them, along with their leaders, had slept in one big, thick canvas tent. As far as personal belongings went, they didn't have much. They were allowed to bring their own clothes, considering their military didn't have the time or resources to put together uniforms for everyone. Personal grooming, combs, shampoo, perfume, etc was all allowed. Books were fine. All personal weapons were stripped from the troops before they left Vale, though. Everything they had must fit in a single suitcase, that was the only real rule.

Ali peered between the entrance flaps to the canvas tent, trying to spot if anyone was awake. One particular colorful faunus boy kept catching her eye.. He'd make for a fun playmate.

Thalia_Neko Danchou Tsubomi Sugary_Paragraphs Rantos Leovonis Pyosimros simj26 HTCOR Pacificus Nogoodname Ariel
(Sorry for the shoddy post quality. I rushed myself a good bit with this.)

 

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When it came to the early morning, most people weren't willing to get up, and crawl out of bed. But for one man, he had to be on the road most days, and he had to move fast on those days. He popped right out of the bedroll with ease, starting to roll it up. It wasn't very long until he managed to put the entire thing into a bundle, before sticking it into his backpack. There wasn't a reason to carry a suitcase, when he carried the majority of his equipment with him on the go. But sadly, he'd been stripped of his dust- now that was a right shame.

As for those were unfamiliar with him, Stormy wore a multitude of things from his dark gray longcoat with silver clasps and trim, to a worn, dull red scarf that was loosely wrapped around his neck. A white t-shirt, dark jeans, and combat boots was the rest of what he wore, as his onyx hair was ruffled heavily. His gunmetal blue eyes scanned around the room, before they locked onto the small child. A small smile formed on his face, as he shrugged his backpack on. He wasn't ready for bursting into an act right now, even in front of a child.

His feet slowly carried him towards the flap, stepping out into the fresh air with his pack upon his back. It wasn't the most pleasant day, that was for certain, but he could tolerate it at least. His breathing became deep, as the joyous persona known as 'Stormy' formed, causing his eyes to light up.

"Hurray, a new day to explore and love, and cheers to those who adore the soaring clouds..." He'd say, almost to himself. There was a sickening amount of joy in his tone, as if he was pure bubblegum and sunshine, able to best any cynical attitude. It wasn't long before he glanced at his outfit, humming lightly. Sadly, he couldn't figure out what to do today, other than just...wait.

That idea was thrown out the window so fast it might have hit mach seven. He would sit down, and beat his hands on his knees with some sort of tune in mind. It wasn't loud, so no one could really tell what he was even trying to do. Maybe he was doing nonsense.

 

[Rantos]

Iris Fener
In life we all come across choices, choices that define us as people. It wasn't long until Iris found himself faced with one such choice. Sometimes the world really was as simple as black and white, right or wrong, moral or immoral. When faced with such a choice the true quality of one's character comes to light. Iris was no stranger to these odd crossroads that lie presents. Yet. Faced with two world ending options Iris found himself stuck...

To steal the panties, or to not steal them?

Iris was an early riser, if today was like any other day he would have fallen back asleep. But today was not an any other day. When Iris's eyes opened and he realized his situation, only one thought filled his mind. If he were to be quiet enough, he could make out with some underwear. It would be quick, it would take no time at all, and would give Iris instant and long term gratification. So why did he hesitate. It would be as simple as opening a bag and just taking them, and yet Iris could not bring himself to do it. It frustrated him. Four years ago Iris would have made out like a bandit, stealing not just one pair, but everyone's underwear. He had gone soft ever sense he took on Aurea as a mentor. When would Iris get another chance like this.

The Faunus boy took a look around, everyone was asleep. Now, now was the perfect time to strike! He even saw a discarded pair no more then a yard from where he now sat. There was nothing left to consider. Carefully, slowly, Iris crept from his sleeping sack. He advanced. Iris took care to not wake anyone, moving limb by limb as slowly as he could. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, it was too late for second thoughts as Iris's hand closed in on the unguarded undergarment.

Three feet...

Two feet...

One foot...

Mere inches...

Yes! He was so close, all he had to do was grab them. Before he was able though, there was the sound of the tent canvas flapping. Iris froze, a dear caught in headlights. He turned his head to the entrance and his eyes meet with the eyes of a little girl. She left as soon as she had entered. Iris receded his hand. Mission failed.

Soon enough Iris was out of the tent, in his hands a deck of playing cards. He made his way to the little girl, skillfully making a show of shuffling the cards on his way to her. Once he had arrived he put the cards down and spoke to the youngin.

"Okay kid. If you promise not to tell anyone what you just saw, I'll teach you something I probably shouldn't teach you. Deal? Deal." Iris would then go on to teach the little girl, Alimori, how to stack a deck. The art of making sure you get a certain card or cards in your hand. It was complicated but Iris taught it to the best of his abilities, simplifying it where he needed to. At one point another man came from the tent, he then talked to himself. He was loud.

'Great, noise maker number 5 has entered the morning fray...' Iris thought to himself.
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[Leovonis]

Cyrus stirs in his sleep a bit before sitting up in his sown together sleeping bag. You'd think a famous criminal known for stealing money would have a bit more luxury as to how he sleeps, but the truth was, he only had enough money to get himself out of Vale. Never the less, he wakes up, bedraggled from the lackluster amount of sleep he had gotten the night before, but also at the sight of Iris, holding a deck of cards, and talking to the commanders adoptive daughter.

"... Iris...? Why the hell are you up so early?" he says in a sleepy murmur, standing up and stretching. Turns out that a cold floor does a real number on your back, but it didn't take much brain power to know that. And it took even less muscle power to fix it. He makes his way over to Iris and crouches down next to him.

"... You gamble or something?" He asks his soon-to be-faunus-teammate, taking a card from the top of the deck. He looks at his card and waits for Iris to answer, checking out the 9 of Hearts he had grabbed from the stack.

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[Ariel]

Nearly Cenere
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The morning was early. Too early. In fact, if the word morning could even be spoken during the time, Nearly probably wanted to go back to sleep. Just the word made her tired. Mor... Yawn... Ing. Ugh.

Still, she had these wonderful (they totally weren't wonderful) things called "responsibilities". Like "wake up before the sun starts setting". Probably one of the most annoying rules. Before these previously named things became a definitely real thing, Nearly was something of a night owl, waking up as the sun dipped beneath the horizon and curling up just before it popped back up. The sun was her arch nemesis. She'd punch it in the balls if that were an attainable goal but alas, it was not. So as the sun streamed in through the flap of the tent as someone parted in and peeked in, she half murmured, half groaned into the bundle of clothes she'd mashed together in something of a makeshift pillow. The blanket was tangled around her bare legs and her red hair stuck up in unruly tufts around her head making her look like she had a mane. As always, she wore nothing but underwear as bottoms as she slept, much to her tent mates disdain, she was sure. Today they happened to be speckled in strawberries. Sweet she was not and, if it was obvious, humble, she was not either.

Her slender fingers slapped the ground beside her, searching for the cool metal of her frames which she hastily pushed onto her face until she could see the world for what it was and not some blurry ocean as if the watercolors that made this harsh reality had water spilled over them. What a mess that would be. Well, she supposed it wasn't as if the world wasn't already a mess. And it was not pretty. At least art was.

Nearly stood up slowly and grabbed a wad that turned out to be black cargo pants and pulled them up lazily until the waist was past her hips. She'd already been wearing a tight, form-fitting long sleeve black shirt and since she'd changed it the night before, she didn't find any need in finding a new one. After strapping on a pair of boots and running a comb through the fiery bob atop her head, Nearly stepped outside and let the morning air wash onto her cheeks. Even morning air was gross. It felt like a sickly old dog breathed into her open mouth. Her nose wrinkled up and her eyes fell upon a familiar man sitting just outside the tent. She walked over to him and ruffled the top of his head with an amused expression on her pixie-like face.

"Stuuumpyyy!" She exclaimed, drawing the name she'd taken to calling Stormy out as a smile curled on her lips. "Good morning to you. Are you having a good morning? Personally I think this morning would be better with some coffee." At this point, she sort of leaned into him, resting her hand on his head instead and clearly didn't mind if he cared to listen to her or not. She was still going to talk to him anyway. Anyone who knew her, knew she always behaved this way. Typical Nearly.
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[HTCOR]

"Stumpy"
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Stumpy, as his nickname with this woman was, flicked his eyes up with a grin on his face. "Hiya, Nearly. G'morning, and yes, I certainly am having a good morning. No, you can't have my coffee." there was a brief pause, as he reached up to drag her down to his level. If she resisted, so be it. But the issue with chatting up Stumpy was that he didn't care if you listened or not as well. "Anyways, what brings you awake at this hour? Dreadful heat in there, some urge to become a stripper who's one with the world? I mean..." his eyebrow quirked up. There was many things to say about Nearly in the short time he'd known her. His coat shifted around on him, as if it was alive, before it settled down.

"So, who did you flash today? Get Iris all excited, then shoot him down as you're not interested in that sort of thing? I mean, you do kind of get people to blush or generally all 'weeee' by wearing next to nothing at times. Honestly, its a bit funny how they get all upset over such things." with that, he'd begin to hum swaying side to side. His gunmetal blues still watching the sky, as he flicked through thoughts. And so his face turned to Nearly, giving her a beaming smile.

There was easily amusement dancing in those eyes, as he would stop trying to tug her down by this point. His hands folded onto his lap, considering he sat in some odd position with his feet underneath his legs. And so he awaited what she would say, or what another would interject with

Ariel .

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[Pacificus]

Sino awoke to the sound of people shuffling in the tent and talking. He had only laid out a soft mat to sleep on and nothing else. He wore only a brown tight-fitting t-shirt and his cargo pants to sleep. He reached over to his vest which he had laid beside him and fished his watch from one of the pockets. He looked at it and put it on. It was a reasonable hour to wake up so he wasn't too disgruntled about the actions of his new...teammates. He couldn't say he liked the idea of being put on a team, but if the VUE were still paying him, he could tolerate it.. He sat up and shook the sleep from his eyes. He picked up his vest by the collar and after ensuring all things were there, he put it on and exited the tent.

After stepping clear of the entrance, he donned his chrome aviators which gleamed in the sun. He cracked his neck, still slightly stiff from sleeping on the ground. It was a beautiful day. He smiled and commented,"Visibility critical." to no one in particular.

Feeling the need for a morning kick, he produced a small flask from his pants pocket and took a quick swig. Now, where were their leaders?

 

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Pensworth
...Did he make the wrong choice?

Ever since he had joined the Vale military, he had asked himself that day and night. He didn't join because of a life-long dream when he was a child or because he was forced to...although, that was actually technically true. In his years of wandering the world of Remnant, things had been tough. Finding places to sleep every night got easy once you get used to it, but things such as food and warm clothes and lien to get by wasn't. He had to resort to many methods to obtain such things. Rooting through trash cans, doing small favors for hobos who had what he didn't, and stealing. Various forms of stealing. Breaking and entering, lock-picking, pick-pocketing, everything. All of it was difficult, and as the years went on, they increased in difficulty. Not every house was easy to break into and not every person was clueless enough not to notice weight leaving their pocket.

And not every thief had the luxury of never getting caught.

Pensworth had been sloppy one day, resulting in a wallet dropping, several finger-points and cries of alarm, and a 2 hour run away from the police. It was then Pensworth knew he couldn't do it anymore. He needed to find another way. But what could he do? Get a job? No one would hire a freak like him. No. There had to be a place with food, warmth, some sort of haven he could finally feel safe in. A few days later, he had found a flier asking for troops in the Vale Military, paying more attention to the big gleaming words 'All Ages Welcome to Try'. And here he was. Laying in a tent filled with adults. It was already hard enough getting used to just his team, but now he had two more to deal with. Last night felt...awkward to him. He just stared at everyone, the soulless smiley face of his mask hiding his expression as he watched everyone roll out sleeping mats or converse with one another. He didn't climb into pajamas like everyone else, or rather, didn't have pajamas like everyone else. Instead, he remained in his thick long-sleeved brown shirt and his long gray pants, and because he felt uncomfortable going to sleep before they did, he watched everyone,...

...and watched.


And watched.

Pensworth would not argue with you if you called him a creep. Or some kind of gremlin in horrid disguise. It was all true. He just couldn't help it. His back had been against the tent wall, watching everyone silently sleep in the dark. No one really knew how he could see through a mask with no eye holes, but he did, and he analyzed every taunting detail of their peaceful forms. Their smooth skin gliding across blankets, their normal or attractive faces twitching occasionally, those bodies, equally as hardened by past events such as him, but still so well-kempt and just...perfect in a way. He would rub his arms and frown behind his mask at the sickening lumps his hands would run across. It was like they were all transferring their imperfections to HIM. The bumps and scars and scrapes that littered his arms, legs, and torso like parasites that just wouldn't go away...and his face...Oum, his face...

He would never admit it to anyone, but he silently wept himself to sleep, never taking his mask off.

And now, here he was, slowly waking up from his slumber, his back slightly stiff. He had slept in the same spot. With a sigh, he slowly rose up from the ground and stretched and arched his back, hearing several cracks and pops. Finally done, he looked around the tent. It seemed as though everyone was still asleep...well. His eyes glanced at several empty sleeping mats and the leg of someone leaving the tent. Mostly everyone. He didn't see Clancy anywhere, but he didn't see the other leaders...and frankly, he was glad Clancy was gone for awhile. An honest break from the 'Pretending I care' routine he always did. But now, what was there he should do...? He didn't want to walk out there, people just silently looking at him, judging him and whispering about him. He could hear their voices just outside. He already had that enough in Vale...so, he just sat down again, Criss cross apple sauce and disturbingly quiet...

Like always.

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[Nogoodname]

Azure began to shift and turn under her blanket, blinking a couple of times as the chatter from the others began to disturb her sleep. She shut her eyes tight in an attempt to silence the voices but nothing seemed to help, cmoooon, just a little, before they make us do stuff she pleaded mentally. Eventually though, she was forced to accept the cold reality that she wasn't getting any more sleep, and she sat up slowly from her mat, brushing the covers off and giving a light yawn. She ran a hand through the dark blue hair that was her namesake while she prepared herself, mentally and physically, to go out with the others. Azure's early morning routine hardly took very long, hair semi straight? Check, clothes? she glanced down to brush off the tan and blue long sleeved shirt of hers, down to her black pants, check. Weapon? A deep sigh escaped her lips as her mind went back to the the scene in the forest, a stray bullet caught right in the middle of the mechanism while her blade went back to glaive form. The girl hung her head for a moment, rubbing her temples, she'd get a new weapon later... Anyways.. chalkboard? Her hand quickly found the small wood framed blackboard and the pouch of chalk sticks she kept with her, couldn't forget that. As the huntress gathered the rest of her things she scanned the tent around her. It seemed that she would be the last one out.. well that's what she thought until her eyes fell upon.. that one boy.

Pensworth was his name, she remembered that much, though he hadn't been very talkative when the rest of the team had met up. She would have missed him because of how still he had been, but she was quick to spot out the crudely drawn face on that mask of his. Azure stood and made her way out towards the front flap of the tent before pausing mid way to glance over at the other boy, so still... was he still asleep? She could hardly tell under that mask of his.. Either way she gave him a quick sideways glance, nodding her head towards the entrance of the tent as if to urge him to come with her. The others were all outside, so they might as well get ready to start the day. Without really waiting for a sign of confirmation Azure continued on her way, stepping out into the open air and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
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[Thalia_Neko]

Aurea Alke Gildarts

Early morning, Aurea awoke as usual. The silver-haired woman usually woke early. It was apart of her morning routine after all. She spent the early morn exercising and training. That was something she had done since she was a young girl back in school. Today was no different, despite it being a slightly unique situation. Gathered with the other leaders was different for Aurea, she felt self-conscious around them. So the woman decided to spend most of her time just sort of... alone, if she could. She wasn't quite used to the other leaders after all. Alimori hadn't even needed to wake her.

After the visit of the young girl, Aurea awaited the time to meet with everyone. She was off nearby in the midst of trees, stretching in a small clearing. She did a few meditative exercises, eyes closed, centering herself.

(small crappy beginning post lol)