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RWBY: Take Down the Mantle

RWBY: Take Down the Mantle CS

RWBY: Take Down the Mantle IC

In the world of Remnant there were four kingdoms who once fought each other in a great war but later found a tentative peace amongst each other and their number one enemy the Grimm. After the war there were still four kingdoms but one Kingdom wasn't the same, a kingdom called Atlas replaced a kingdom called Mantle which slowly faded into obscurity. Eventually the Kingdom of Mantle would make it's return and in a big way. Underneath the nose of Atlas Mantle would develop further and eventually begin restructuring itself. The purpose revealed itself when the Kingdom of Mantle returned as the Floating Kingdom of Mantle, a worldwide broadcast went out during the Vytal Festival which showed the Kingdom of Mantle rising from the ice it was built on and flying into the air. The Kingdom of Mantle then relocated itself in the center of the continents floating in the water. On that day, the Kingdom of Mantle made a declaration of independence from Atlas.


But this tale doesn't end here as it seemed the Kingdom of Mantle sanctioned and recruited the White Fang and various other criminal and terrorist organizations to its military. It then used these forces to begin capturing territory on the other continent, the Kingdom of Mantle was looking to build a world empire. With the development of a method to somehow use the Grimm to their advantage there was little the other kingdoms could do against their expansion.


Up till now, which the leaders of the Four Kingdoms and the Headmaster of the Academies all gather in Vale for the Vytal Festival and to discuss how they will combat this new and imposing foe. But was it wise gathering all in one place, just begging for Mantle to strike?


This RP will include canon characters but this will be decades after the canon events and may possibly diverge from the canon timeline. Characters can be students or graduated huntsmen from any kingdom. I will always be accepting.

 

[Field Marshall]

The Beacon Tower, more specifically the Ozpin Office named after the famous Ozpin, had a heated meeting going on within. The Headmasters of each Huntsman academy and the leaders of each nation, totaling seven in all because Atlas's Headmaster is also leader of the Kingdom. The argued while overlooking the rebuilt Beacon Academy, it was clear they weren't making any progress. It's obvious the topic of their discussion is Mantle.......

However, in the City of Vale there was not arguing but festivities as students, huntsmen, and people from all over the world gathered for the Vytal Festival. It was like they were all trying to forget about the threat looming in the center of the world. The Atlas Fleet looming above them says otherwise. Things were pretty much like this the last time things went to hell and the Fall of Beacon ensued. Are the people destined to repeat the past?

Nightshade98 thatguyinthestore TheHangedMan Vagabond Spectre @Meredith

Vanta was now brooding on the issue of the festival being such a high value target while walking through the City of Vale. He had plenty of time to see the Academy and the fairgrounds but not the City of Vale itself. He thought of all the different ways they could be attacked, the more ways he thought of the more he thought they will probably attack in a way he won't think of which irritated hi, the most.

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Ah, the Vytal Festival.

Such a nice time of year. Everyone was happy and cheery, there were plenty of things to do, and it was all around just a pleasant time in general.

So, why spoil the fun for everyone?

Miller thought this exact thing as he strolled throughout the streets of Vale with cotton candy in hand, taking a rather large bite out of it with a grin, not paying too much mind to the Atlas ships which loomed above them for the time being.

Nightshade98 TheHangedMan Vagabond Spectre Meredith Field Marshall​

 

[TheHangedMan]

The Festival was something he often dreamed of; some of the best soon-to-be warriors in the world, competing against each other? The allure of the challenge was too much to pass up. Even if he lost, it would be a good amount of practical experience that he could use to better himself.

But while his mind was on the fights to come, he was busy with something a bit simpler. Dressed down to plain clothes--his Grimm Armor would probably be a bad thing to wear in public when not expecting a fight--which included loose, light clothing that was designed for desert travel; plain garments in a dusky-sandy yellow color that would undoubtedly have him blending into his surroundings, if he were still in Vacuo. Though he couldn't hide his tail, his ears were hidden by the headgear; little more than a cloth cap with more cloth that hung down around the back and sides of the head, and a scarf-like covering that could be raised up and over the mouth and nose if need be.

Currently, said covering was lowered so that he could indulge in eating. He was at a noodle stand, having himself a nice big bowl of noodles, topped off with chicken teriyaki and a plenitude of fresh vegetables that were practically a luxury in the desert he called home. A nice, well-balanced, hardy meal that would keep up his strength; and the flavors were interesting. Something different than what he was used to, as chicken was far different from scorpion; even the spices they used in the broth were different than what he was used to.

Meredith

 

[Meredith]

Sigal's eyes wandered to her boots.
They were on the floor near the door. She'd kicked them off after she'd returned to the room.

A morning of cultural observance. Dances, food, live performance - so many things she had never seen before - so many things she was excited to experience again. And there was carpet.
Carpet, can you imagine?

She had the team's group chat while walking back. They were supposed to meet back here at noon - and here it was, twelve thirty, with only luggage to show that any of SNDS had ever been there.

It was more likely a want for time alone than any sort of malicious intent, but still, it aggravated her. Today was supposed to be a fun day - a lighthearted day before the tournament began - and every single one of her teammates were MIA.
Goddamn.

Almost make me paranoid.
She stood, making short strides to the door, pulling on her ankle-high boots and strapping her gun to her hip. She pulled on her light green backpack - which seemed almost metallic in full light - finishing her outfit by hanging her goggles around her neck. It was doubtful any of her equipment would be needed.
A true huntress was always prepared.

Half an hour late.
She flipped her scroll open, tapped on the 'Track My Teammates' icon, waited patiently. Two were greyed out - either from turning the feature off or being out of signal range - but her brother's icon was displayed eight or nine blocks down the street. Sigal and Sarava had an.. agreement.

TmT was to be kept on - just in case.
If the unthinkable happened - even though it couldn't - they would recover bodies.
That was just the way it was.

She closed the room, letting it lock behind her with a bang, the noise echoing in the empty halls.
It made her think of the festivities - the places - the things everyone was outside choosing to witness.
Choice was a strange thing.

She walked up the street. Head held high, shoulders back, observing all that was around her. The crowd was loud - aggressive, even - pushing and pulsing with the shouting vendors and blasting music. Everything was so bright.
Happy.
Peaceful.

She glanced down at her scroll. Thirty feet now.
Zooming in, she glanced around, spotting him sitting - hunched over, back to her, leaning into his bowl - at a noodle stand. Bastard got lunch without me.

Edging closer with the crowd, she finally moved, hand darting out to grab his shoulder. She leaned close - grinning behind his ear - and whispered.
"What're you, on the prowl?"

TheHangedMan

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Arctic Teratroid
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Meanwhile in the City of Vale. Artyom was being casually picked on by a large group of local students from beacon. They were making fun of his appearance again and they were holding his rifle up high, way beyond his reach. "Give me my gun back!" He cried with despair as he tried desperately to reach for his only firearm from a large student. Laughing and mocking came from these students as they tried to torment Arc's emotions. Giving a few insults about his gun, not being a real weapon and his only polo shirt clothing. One of the larger students picked Artyom up and tossed him away in the air from the group, about like 5 meters away and high. His rifle came flying after him too. Luckily he didn't got hurt thanks to his thick Aura.

The students left, laughing. The last painful name he can remember from them is "Amateur!". An insulting name that he has gotten used to. He couldn't do anything anymore to those guys nor he has a plan to. He just let them be. He stood up, picked up his only rifle and walked around the city of vale without looking ahead. He walked slowly, looking down to the ground as he carried his gun with two hands aiming down. He turned around a block. After that he bumped into another individual without noticing. He dropped his rifle on the ground as he came on impact on the other student. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you!" He apologized greatly as he dropped onto ground in his knees trying to get his gun while looking up to the students face.

Field Marshall

 

[Kirkleton]

It'd been three long years since he'd been here. Vale hadn't been much of a home, but it made for some interesting stories back in the day, and way too many bloody noses. Still, he couldn't help but miss the festival. All the candy and fried crap on a stick that you regret eating the morning after. Of course back then, if he wanted it, it had to be stolen, and he sure as hell didn't regret it the morning after. He wondered if some of his old friends were still around. If they were he hoped for both their sakes they didn't show up. He'd rather leave with a nostalgia high rather than a faunus in handcuffs.

He looked down to check the time. 'I wonder if I could pull an all nighter. It's not everyday you get the day off in your home town,' he thought. He used his semblance to get a quick bird's eye view of the area. It didn't look like his unit was anywhere to be found. He didn't even know if they had the day off. The last he saw of them was when they came here the other day. As soon as they landed they practically disappeared into thin air. The whole situation was just strange. Why'd they wait to tell him he had the day off until this morning? Did they pull up his records, realize this was his home town, and give it to him to catch up? It's not like he could even find anyone to catch up with, and the Atlas military aren't really known for being sentimental, especially when there's a giant flying city looming over the nations like a vulture.

"Oh well," he said with a shrug. He had his pager, if they needed him, he would know. He just needed to be careful when he used his semblance. Besides, while he might be out of uniform he still had Fenrir and Jormangandr at his side just in case. He scouted out some places to eat as he walked around with an empty stomach and a lot on his mind.

 

[Field Marshall]

Vanta being shocked right out of militaristic thoughts of being attacked at any moment made a person bumping into him seem like the start of an attack. Soon as they made contact he stepped and then backflipped backward igniting World Trigger and drawing Star Ocean. He pointed his gun at Artic briefly before realizing it was not an attack but just someone who bumped into him. Vanta holstered Star Ocean and deactivated World Trigger. "Yeah, just a misunderstanding." Vanta replied.

Vagabond Spectre TheHangedMan Meredith

Two Atlesian Special Operatives would now receive an alert from Field Marshall Steele, the military leader of the Kingdom of Atlas and Headmaster of Atlas Academy. The alert told them to come to Beacon Tower and wait at the base of it for the Field Marshall.

Kirkleton Elle Santiago

Not many took notice of how there was an Atlesian Military hardware booth set up near the sealed of tunnel to Mountain Glenn. For those who did it would seem strange or foreboding for those who really thought about it.

Another strange occurrence was how there was no news on the arrival of the floating arena of the Vytal Festival Tournament. It has yet to arrive in Vale, yet no one has seen it in transit nor in any of the other kingdoms.

 

[The Regal Rper]

Lavrixl Prizodius​

Lavrixl breathed in a breathe of fresh air. It calmed him, not out of a sense of nerves, but out of a sense of excitement. Getting too excited about the festival wasn't really worth the energy but getting hyped about the tournament itself and getting to see students show off their skills and what their training had brought into fruition always put a weird smile on his face.

Maybe it was the chance he got to see students have fun and not worry about their other problems or maybe it was the fact that he could also participate in the one-on-one events and try out his own skills, whatever the case was, Lavrixl was glad to just be here. And was especially glad his old team wasn't anywhere to be seen.

Squatting down atop a pillar of Beacon, he watched everything from below. The people, the fauna, the instructors, the important politicians and other huntsmen and huntresses. It always amazed him how one festival started over a century ago could cause so many people to get together like this in one place.

Still though he couldn't help but grin. "It's nice to see no one's started another brawl like last time." Tail wagging lightly in the air, the faunus watched people of all kinds interact. He saw a human retrieving his fallen gun, watched a feline faunus devour noodles at a noodle stand, soon approached by a horned female. And seeing that warmed him with a smile. Peace was a rare thing these days, and it was great to see it all unfold like this.

Then out of the corner of his eye, he caught something that made his mood change instantly. A weapon being drawn. For a brief second, he was ready to pounce right in and eliminate the source of disruption, but when he gave his full attention to the object of his concern, he noticed it to be a kid bumping into another. Waiting to see what would happen, Lavrixl rose from his crouch and watched the two interact. When Vanta sheathed his weaponry, Lav returned to ease.

He sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. "Guess I can't expect everyone to take it easy now can I?" Probably better to stay up here also, at least till something happens or the tournament starts.

Mentions: Meredith TheHangedMan Vagabond Spectre Field Marshall thatguyinthestore

 

[Kirkleton]

As soon as he found a nice noodle shop he gets a message on his pager. "You've got to be kidding me... I knew it was too good to be true," he muttered to himself. A day off was way too hopeful these days. "Hey," he got the attention of the server, "Could I get a cup of Ramon to go, chicken broth please." The man nodded and quickly bustled as he prepared the food. The few minutes it took felt like hours. The more time he spent here, the less time he had to eat, and get to where he needed to be. Charles insistently tapped his foot as he kept checking his watch.

"Here ya go sir," the server said as he handed him the warm cup.

"Thank god. Here," he planted a five dollar bill on the counter, "Keep the change." He dashed towards beacon as fast as he could. He contemplated taking Jormungandr out to get there a little faster, but he didn't want to risk the attention... or the Ramon. He hoped that whatever they needed him for, it didn't require his uniform.

Not long after, he found himself at the bottom of Beacon Tower trying to eat what felt like hot coals sliding down his gullet. "Oh thith! Thath thuckih hah!"
But at least he wasn't hungry.

 

[Elle Santiago]

The festival was as lively as ever, people milling about without too much care in the world. As usual, Ginto strolled around, taking in the peacefulness that reminded her why she was fighting the Grimm. The bar she was in was silent, considering that it was just approaching noon. Taking a sip of her margarita, her scroll lit up, a message from the Field Marshall dominating the screen. She shook her head, saddened that she wasn't given a chance to enjoy much of her vacation.

"Done already?" The bartender asked, wiping a glass clean with a white towel.

"Yeah," Ginto replied, sliding the Lien on the bar. "Duty calls," she stared at her margarita before downing it in one go. "Unfortunately."

The bartender stopped with his cleaning, looking worried. "Nothing bad, I hope?"

Ginto shot him a small smile. "Probably some kids getting too rowdy. Save me a spot, will you? The evening crowd's pretty busy."

"Long as you pay, I will." He said, getting the Lien off the counter and into the cashier.

"Good thing I did." Ginto shot back before giving him a parting wave. When she exited the bar, she was greeted by the bright sun, its rays filtered by her sunglasses. The polite small on her face disappeared as she looked out the horizon, eyes slowly shifting their attention towards Beacon's tower.

"Well, time to get to work." She muttered, walking quickly to answer the Field Marshall's summon. It didn't take long before she found herself on the school grounds of Beacon, her memories as a student flooding her senses. It was broken, however, when she saw a man downing ramen and presumably complaining about its hotness. Upon closer look, she recognized him as one of her coworkers in Atlas' SpecOps Unit.

Never too late to be polite, she thought. Ginto walked up to him, waving all the while. "You've been here called as well, huh. Any idea why?" This was one of the times where she cursed her inability to be a real conversationalist. Better keep a stoic face, all the while.

Mentions: Field Marshall Kirkleton

 

[thatguyinthestore]

As soon as he found a nice noodle shop he gets a message on his pager. "You've got to be kidding me... I knew it was too good to be true," he muttered to himself. A day off was way too hopeful these days. "Hey," he got the attention of the server, "Could I get a cup of Ramon to go, chicken broth please." The man nodded and quickly bustled as he prepared the food. The few minutes it took felt like hours. The more time he spent here, the less time he had to eat, and get to where he needed to be. Charles insistently tapped his foot as he kept checking his watch.

"Here ya go sir," the server said as he handed him the warm cup.

"Thank god. Here," he planted a five dollar bill on the counter, "Keep the change." He dashed towards beacon as fast as he could. He contemplated taking Jormungandr out to get there a little faster, but he didn't want to risk the attention... or the Ramon. He hoped that whatever they needed him for, it didn't require his uniform.

Not long after, he found himself at the bottom of Beacon Tower trying to eat what felt like hot coals sliding down his gullet. "Oh thith! Thath thuckih hah!"
But at least he wasn't hungry.

Miller soon came across someone who was idiotically trying to shove burning hot ramen down his throat. Raising a brow, Miller approached the man swiftly.

"You uh... need some help with that?" He asked calmly.

Kirkleton ​

 

[Kirkleton]

As he's scarfing down the last of his Ramon, Charles hears a faint clicking sound getting louder. Then much louder footsteps. He looks up to see a girl with a thick rimmed glasses and a polite smile that he recognized as the woman he's been working with for the past few weeks, and right beside her was a guy with hair that covered his eyes so well he couldn't tell if he actually had eyes.

"You uh... need some help with that?" he asked.

Charles raised his brow at him as he gulped down what he had and threw the cup in a nearby garbage can. "With the Ramon? You want to help me with the Ramon?" There was a small awkward pause as he looked to his associate for an answer, then back at the strange man. "I...I think I'm good. Thanks," he told him in a sincerely confused tone.

A few short moments went by before the girl he finally remembered as Genti, proceeded to ignore him and ask if he knew why they were being brought here. "No clue. I know we're meeting the field marshal. That's about it," he said with a sigh. He tapped his foot on the concrete in annoyance. "Did both of you have a 'Day off' ruined by a call from work, or was it just me?" he said with no small amount of sarcasm, "Who am I kidding, it's not like I had anything better to do."
Elle Santiago thatguyinthestore

 

[Elle Santiago]

Kirkleton thatguyinthestore

Ginto stared at the white-haired guy, silently marveling that he managed to be more awkward than her. She shared a look with her coworker, shrugging a little bit. "I was having a nice drink at the bar when I was called here. It really is too bad that I haven't had a chance to fully celebrate before getting called for work." She shook her head before turning her attention to the white-haired guy. "What brings you here?" She backtracked in her mind quickly, a small frown on her face at her slip of the tongue. "I mean, not the festival, of course, but here in Beacon. You don't look like you work with us."

Her last sentence was an attempt at a joke, but it fell flat with her seriousness. Uncomfortable, her finger brushed the handle of Suppresa at her side to glean some sort of familiar comfort, no matter how small.

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Miller soon came across someone who was idiotically trying to shove burning hot ramen down his throat. Raising a brow, Miller approached the man swiftly.

"You uh... need some help with that?" He asked calmly.

Kirkleton ​

Kirkleton thatguyinthestore

Ginto stared at the white-haired guy, silently marveling that he managed to be more awkward than her. She shared a look with her coworker, shrugging a little bit. "I was having a nice drink at the bar when I was called here. It really is too bad that I haven't had a chance to fully celebrate before getting called for work." She shook her head before turning her attention to the white-haired guy. "What brings you here?" She backtracked in her mind quickly, a small frown on her face at her slip of the tongue. "I mean, not the festival, of course, but here in Beacon. You don't look like you work with us."

Her last sentence was an attempt at a joke, but it fell flat with her seriousness. Uncomfortable, her finger brushed the handle of Suppresa at her side to glean some sort of familiar comfort, no matter how small.

"Well... I thought that while I was in Vale I'd admire some of the landmarks like Beacon." Miller replied a bit awkwardly in response to Ginto before smiling to the both of them.

"I'm from Mistral. I'm uh... still a student at Haven Academy. I've never been to Vale before but... well, I saw the Fall of Beacon on TV back when I was a kid and... well... I just wanted to see the place up close, I guess."

Kirkleton Elle Santiago ​

 

[TheHangedMan]

More specifically, it was if anything had ever happened to him, she'd recover his body. Because from his perspective, nothing ever would have the opportunity to harm his little sister; He would, quite literally, die to keep her safe. But, these little semantic hiccups were the sort of things they 'fought' over, as siblings were prone to do. He was the big brother; it was his duty to keep her safe. Sure, Vacuo bred hardy folk, and they had that mentality... you either live or die, and either way, that's that. But family was different; loved ones didn't get quite so callous a treatment.

But yes, his scroll was always on--even when he slept--and running that lovely little app that Hunters and Huntresses could use to track their team-mates (though in theory, it could also be used to follow friends in general).

He felt something prickling; eyes on him. No hostility. Well, maybe a little; but a familiar sensation. it drew closer, and he practically allowed her to get the drop on him. His response to her query was to push the bowl halfway between them--it was absolutely ginormous-- and hand her the fork. "Gotta keep our strength up, sis. You never know when a fight will break out." But her words brought a big, face-splitting Cheshire grin to his face.

"Besides, I told you on the flight over here; I need to eat all the food. So tired of roasted scorpions." And yet, if anybody brought the subject up, he'd be basically daring them to come to Vacuo some time--or heck, there probably is a food vendor or two here selling the delicacy he is talking about--and to try it, assuring them that the venom just makes it all the tastier, with a hearty guffaw that was meant to reassure but probably did not. In actuality, much like preparing puffer-fish, the venom sacs from scorpions were very carefully removed before they were roasted.

Meredith

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Arctic Teratroid
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With the fierce boy's weapons drawn. Artyom expected a beating from the guy. His "fight or flight" response was pathetic. When the boy pointed his pistol he couldn't help but out his free hand over his face even though his other hand is in the gun itself as he kneels. He didn't even put up a fierce look over the boy due to the shocking quick draw they did. Luckily the boy took mercy of his apology and spared him some patience. If they were a different person, he could have been tossed somewhere again like usual.

Although the boy's reaction time was good. He couldn't help but envy about his equipment. One can just see it in his eyes. Going back to reality. Artyom stood up brushed the dirt of his pants and apologized to them once more. "I very sorry, sir. I didn't mean to ruin your day. I wasn't paying attention to where i was going..." Artyom scratched the back of his head as he awkwardly apologized. He didn't even made eye contact either. He looking back to the boy. He was way beyond his level. Well, in attire appearance to be exact. His emblem reminded him of something but he can't put his finger on it. "He sure does have good clothes and weapons..." He muttered under his breath. Compared to his emblem on his left breast pocket. His is just a heart with wings, one of the things others mocked him out of.

Field Marshall

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[Field Marshall]

Field Marshall Steele exited Beacon Tower to meet her two Operatives and apparently a straggler from another academy. She was escorted by a squad of Atlesian MPs who put themselves between Miller and the Atlesians. "Begone kid, this is official military business." Steele said before turning to her operatives who had at this point best rendered salutes which she would return. If not, she would tear them a new one for not adhering to protocol. Either way she then said "Let's discuss your new assignment in doors." Steele the bid them to enter the tower with her.

Elle Santiago thatguyinthestore Kirkleton

Immediately, Vanta identified this kid has a lack of self esteem. He couldn't really catch what the guy said under his breath but he assumed it couldn't have been anything too demeaning. "Sorry about almost shooting you, your aura probably would have taken the shot but can never be too sure." Vanta replied.

Vagabond Spectre

 

[Elle Santiago]

Upon seeing the Field Marshall in their presence, Ginto saluted quickly. If there was one thing she learned in her times at Atlas, it was that they liked their military efficiency, traditions, and protocols. She hated it, but, well, there was comfort in the familiar routine. When Steele returned the salute, Ginto turned towards Haven student with a smile. "Enjoy the festival. It's gonna be a long two years before it happens again." Parting with that, she followed the Field Marshall into the tower, wondering what kind of trouble they're in again.

Field Marshall

 

[Kirkleton]

"Yeah, well, I guess that's what happens when cities start to float," he says with a small chuckle. Not very far into the conversation Charles just stopped listening completely, and soon he noticed a large group of men approaching. Only one guy would have that many bodyguards around here. He quickly stood at attention seeing Ginto do the same

Charles bumped the guy saying something about the fall of beacon. He wasn't really focusing on much other than the Field Marshal. "You might want to get lost kid. We're kind of on duty at the moment," he whispered out the corner of his mouth.

Soon Field Marshal Steele and his crew stopped right before them. The quick salute from both of them would be returned almost immediately by the Marshal. By now this was all about as natural as breathing. He had to stop himself from going into formation with the MP's. He ran a hand through his hair as they made their way to Beacon Tower. He made a small wave to the strange guy with the crazy hair. "Take care kid," he said with a small smirk.
Mentioned: Elle Santiago thatguyinthestore Field Marshall

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Field Marshall Steele exited Beacon Tower to meet her two Operatives and apparently a straggler from another academy. She was escorted by a squad of Atlesian MPs who put themselves between Miller and the Atlesians. "Begone kid, this is official military business." Steele said before turning to her operatives who had at this point best rendered salutes which she would return. If not, she would tear them a new one for not adhering to protocol. Either way she then said "Let's discuss your new assignment in doors." Steele the bid them to enter the tower with her.

Elle Santiago thatguyinthestore Kirkleton

Immediately, Vanta identified this kid has a lack of self esteem. He couldn't really catch what the guy said under his breath but he assumed it couldn't have been anything too demeaning. "Sorry about almost shooting you, your aura probably would have taken the shot but can never be too sure." Vanta replied.

Vagabond Spectre

"H-hey, you can't just--" Miller stammered when two guards separated him from Beacon Tower and the two folks he was speaking with, only to let out a groan when the male told him to "take care."

"Y-yeah... take... care..." Miller muttered, flashing them a small, probably unnoticeable wave before walking off the premises.

Elle Santiago Kirkleton Field Marshall ​

 

[Meredith]

"The four of you stood me up."
Sigal slipped (more like hopped, if we're honest, the stool was almost half her height) into the seat beside Sarava. "Though I guess we don't do the whole 'lovey dovey team family' thing often anyways. You know, I can't believe they don't go out hunting more often with the students here, not even recreationally."

She shrugged, took the fork, took a piece of chicken and noodles with it. She chewed, considering for a moment, looking up at the shopkeeper once she swallowed. "We could use some Siu Meow. I mean-"
Smiled, shoulders jerking forward, a laugh threatening to escape. "Siu Mai - you know - chicken dumpling things."

Regaining her composure, he handed the man her money, grabbing another piece of chicken. The noise in the street - of a gun clattering to the ground - caught her attention. Her head whipped around in time to see a child draw his gun at another, and she stared, returning to the food with a shake of her head.

"Tension's too high for this sort of thing. Trigger happy, you know?"
She grabbed a dumpling off the plate as it was set down, thanked the man, let her attention drift. Her voice was not hushed, nor loud, somewhere in between.
"D'you think it's better or worse than Vacuo? With the nerves people have.."

TheHangedMan Everyone -on-the-street

 

[The Elder]

Crimson Redd​

Arriving on small boat, Crimson felt the nostalgic feeling of being back at the Vytal festival yet again. He could smell the various types of foods, that the festival brought. He reached into his inner right jacket pocket and pulled out his flask and took a small boat. As he placed it back and the boat docked, he looked up at the sky and realized that the arena hasn’t arrived yet. He thought back to when he was traveling here that he also didn’t see it on its way to Vale. “Hmm the arena should’ve been here by now.” He stated. Crimson simply shrugged it off and made his way off the boat. Red Havoc was attached to his left side, calmly swaying as he walked. He pulled out his scroll and notified his former Headmaster of his arrival. After completing that somewhat important task he made his way to his favorite bar. Arriving at the bar, he gave the bartender a simple nod and sat at the counter. He held up his index finger and the bartender nodded. Seconds later, there was a small glass of iced whiskey in front of him. “Thanks.” He said and take a sip. Field Marshall @AnyoneElse

 

[Field Marshall]

Once they were inside, the Atlesian MPs locked down the tower to prevent any eavesdropping. "I am sure you know, the Vytal Festival is just us baiting Mantle into attacking by dangling ourselves and this large assortment of people from around the world before them. We have sound protocols for civilian evacuation once the fighting begins and the plethora of Huntsman along with our forces here should allow us to defeat Mantle's offensive." Steel began. "We need Mantle to show their hand and play some cards before we start playing our own. Mantle has made their first move, we have received a distress call from the floating arena for the Vytal Festival stating they are under attack. Your assignment is to go investigate and determine if you can, how they went down as well as to rescue any survivors. You can commadeer an airship for this assignment Any questions?"

Elle Santiago Kirkleton

 

[Kirkleton]

As Charles kept straight and stiff at attention he thought through the Marshals actions. They tried to sacrifice civilian lives, again. No doubt it was the smartest choice, but still. Even infiltrating the city stealthily with a spec ops team would've put the lives of useful soldiers on the line. To them, a soldiers life if infinitely more valuable than a civilian, no matter what oaths or morals might bind them.

Charles looked at Steele with no emotion, meeting his eyes. "I think it's safe to assume that this is a distraction as well as a trap. What reason would they have to attack a recreational site other than to cause a commotion and strike fear into the general population," he stated as his eyes wandered the room carelessly while he thought.

"I think it's also safe to assume that they know we won't bargain with terrorists, no matter how many hostages they have. In any case, it'd be nice to know if there any blueprints for the arena we could see? The more we know the better. And I suppose, last but not least, what kind of rust bucket are you gonna be sending us in that won't be shot down within a mile of that place?" he asked with a skeptical look.
Field Marshall Elle Santiago