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Aurtrox could sense the tense atemosphere. It was delectable. His faveotie kind. He smiled as she began with an epic opening line: 'partly a lie'."That is a very interesting way to start an interview. I must say." He said with a smile as she finished. His hands glid gently to a button on his left which he pressed firmly as he held her eyes with his. A cup of water would appear to rise through a hole in the table. He would take the glass and slide it over to her. The hole in the table disappearing as if it had never been there to begin with. "I will tell you something Blair."He said with eyes still locked on hers. It was unnerving how he didn't blink. His face was so relaxed, yet his eyes so intense at the same time."I love honesty."
Aurtrox would then pivot in his chair and fold his arms behind him. Walking towards the window as he spoke."I know of your family. They used to be big supporters of me, just as the Crimson Fang was long ago. That was before they realized I believed in something called balance. Life deserves equality, and for this I was demonized..." Aurtrox spoke without emotion. His voice hollow."I don't mind your background. The Wights may not be the biggest name out there, but they are still dangerous. He knew exactly who her family was, or at least of her father. The faunus extremist groups thought Aurtrox to be a traitor to their kind since he was a faunus in a high position who promoted equality between humans and faunus even in the wake of mass racism. "Part of me thinks I should have you shackled right now. Thrown into prison with the other extremists on either side, but I have decided on something different entirely."Aurtrox turned to her with the window still at his back. The light turning him into a shinning silhouette of darkness."But before I enlighten you on what that is, tell me of your family? How do they fare these days?" He seemed so at ease. The air was tense, but it was as if he lived every moment of his life in this very intensity. His eyes revealed that he loved it.
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ą α ß Ь c đ ∂ ε є é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ g Ħ ħ н ι J k ℓ м η ø σ p q я § τ u v ω x y z α ā ą в ς ɗ δ đ ɛ є ԍ ɦ ң н ϊ ί ι κ ℓ ʟ м и η σ ρ þ Ǭ⒬ҩǭqℚⓠя ₮ τ ü ŭ ω ұτ σ ω η ε ş ι м α к э v є н к и я ц ღ η ү ℓ ƒ с δ ρ — ъ ғ ш ψ ί п Á á Ć ć É é Í í Ĺ ĺ Ń ń Ó ó Ŕ ŕ Ś ś Ú ú Ý ý Ź ź À à È è Ì ì Ò ò Ù ù  â Ĉ ĉ Ê ê Ĝ ĝ Ĥ ĥ Î î Ĵ ĵ Ô ô Ŝ ŝ Û û Ŵ ŵ Ŷ ŷ Ä ä Ë ë Ï ï Ö ö Ü ü Ÿ ÿ ß Ã ã Ẽ ẽ Ĩ ĩ Ñ ñ Õ õ Ũ ũ Ỹ ỹ Ç ç Ģ ģ Ķ ķ Ļ ļ Ņ ņ Ŗ ŗ Ş ş Ţ ţ Đ đ Ů ů Ǎ ǎ Č č Ď ď Ě ě Ǐ ǐ Ľ ľ Ň ň Ǒ ǒ Ř ř Š š Ť ť Ǔ ǔ Ž ž Ā ā Ē ē Ī ī Ō ō Ū ū ǖ ǘ ǚ ǜ Ă ă Ĕ ĕ Ğ ğ Ĭ ĭ Ŏ ŏ Ŭ ŭ Ċ ċ Ė ė Ġ ġ İ ı Ż ż Ą ą Ę ę Į į Ų ų Ł ł Ő ő Ű ű Ŀ ŀ Ħ ħ Ð ð Þ þ Œ œ Æ æ Ø ø Å å Ə əΆ ά Έ έ Ή ή Ί ί Ό ό Ύ ύ Ώ ώ Α α Β β Γ γ Δ δ Ε ε Ζ ζ Η η Θ θ Ι ι Κ κ Λ λ Μ μ Ν ν Ξ ξ Ο ο Π π Ρ ρ Σ σ ς Τ τ Υ υ Φ φ Χ χ Ψ ψ Ω ω Б б В в Г г Ґ ґ Ѓ ѓ Д д Ђ ђ Е е Ё ё Є є Ж ж З з Ѕ ѕ И и І і Ї ї Й й Ј ј К к Ќ ќ Л л Љ љ М м Н н Њ њ О о П п Р р С с Т т Ћ ћ У у Ў ў Ф ф Х х Ц ц Ч ч Џ џ Ш ш Щ щ Ъ ъ Ы ы Ь ь Э э Ю ю Я я ą α ß β Ь c Ð đ ∂ ε є э é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ ġ Ħ ħ н ι į ї J k ℓ м η ø σ φ p q я ѓ § Ş τ † ů v ω x y zkōhai
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2019 10:21 am
❝Forgive, but don't forget.❞
As they approached the tower, Jackie did indeed enjoy the tune the fox played for her. Hearing that she was from Atlas made her stop right in front of the building. "I am from Atlas as well." Staring at the building, she would agree with the fox. "It is quite big. Pass it on the walk to and from home every day. I've never been inside though. Just looked at it from afar." Jackie explained to her. "Then again, I am no student. I'm already a well trained huntress." After standing there for a moment, she looked at the fox. "I do not recall asking for one, but it would be a kind gesture. I would like that very much." Jackie told her. "I really did like the song and as I have told you before, if this is where you feel safe, please stay. I live on the outskirts." Jackie would stand with her and allow her to make her decision of what she would like to do.
Aya looked confused "oh you didn’t ask me to make you one? I thought you did, doesn’t matter anymore, I promised I will make you one and I will. You gave me this beautiful crown, so I'll make you the best quality kimono I can make" Aya putted on a big smile to the kind lady "I'm glad you enjoyed my song, there is that game on my scroll that I play a lot and it got some very nice songs in it that I love playing" Aya stopped talking as she realized she is just mumbling about irrelevant stuff that aren't even interesting "anyways, I came here to Beacon to keep a promise I made myself, there is a special someone here at the academy that I am excited to meet and show her how much I improved since the last time I saw her, honestly I doubt she remembers me other than the fact we are from the same tribe" Aya chuckled "so are you heading home now? If so than I shall keep in touch with you, to let you know when the kimono is ready and maybe buy some of your beautiful creations" Aya pointed up with her eyes towards the crown, she will probably wear it for a long time. ❅▄❅▄❅▄❅▄❅▄TEAM: XXXX▄❅▄❅▄❅▄❅▄❅ Post Count: 7
Blair took the glass and held it in her hands but took no drink, for all she knew it was laced with some drug that would make her spill all her secrets. Especially with the mention of how he loves honesty. Instead she fidgeted with the cup, her fingers tapping on it in a show of slight nervousness, of course she was mostly faking. She was a merc for hire afterall, she couldn’t just go around getting nervous over something like a face to face conversation right? Yet she was a bit uneasy, conversation was not her strong suit… Especially not one of this sort.
The blonde remained silent as Aurtrox spoke. A hand reaching up to adjust her glasses as he brought up her family. As expected he knew exactly who she was, or at least where she came from. Her eyes watched him, unwavering, she wanted him to see that she was just as serious as him, or at least “unphased” by the subject, especially when openly stating he was tempted to just have her arrested then and there.
...Tell me of your family? How do they fare these days?....
He was clearly an expert at such conversations, he was entertained by it all, which aided in putting Blair at ease, but it also did something else, it brought a bit of her more darker side a bit out. Leaning in her chair she crossed her arms over her chest after having placed the still full glass of water on the table. Her gaze firm she spoke up, her answer piercing the silence like a knife.
”Six feet under.”
3 words, all straight to the point. There was no point beating around the bush. ”Though, if you were unaware of that I would question your ability to lead this school. Who doesn’t keep tabs on their enemies? You clearly appear to be someone who does. So why don’t we just cut straight through the bush rather than beat around it?” A leg rose and crossed over the other as she uncrossed her arms and finally took a sip of that water. She was about to reveal something that could put her into a lot of trouble, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t. ”Since you like honesty so much. I did it. Doubt the world would miss them. They were scum after all. It was me or them. I prefered to be alive.” This was the truth. Just want Aurtrox didn’t know was she went back with the intent on ending their lives for good. However, she wasn’t wrong, the moment she showed up they were quick to go for her life as well. ”Those who left the ‘family business’ were better off dead in their eyes. As you can see, I didn’t agree to such a belief.”
"Well I wish you the best of luck little foxy." Jackie said to her. Nodding, she would hug Aya. "Thank you so much for making this day a little better. If you ever need anything, look for the tree house on the outskirts or look for me on the streets near the tea shop." Letting go, she petted her ears before turning to leave. "That crowns fit you nicely. I look for to what you make me the nest time we meet." With that being said, she was off to her tree house to eat the rest of her lemon biscuits and rest until tomorrow.
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Aurtrox could sense how nervous she was by how she held her cup of water as if to warm her hands, but took no drink. Nerves made one's appetite go away. It was either that, or blatant distrust, but he could not tell as of yet which was more likely so he gave her the benefit of the doubt. Either way, his smile grew brighter when she said that her family was dead. That definitely was not what he expected from such a battle hardened family such as the Wights."I would like to say I'm sorry for your loss... A parent is a parent, even if a bad one that you had to dispose of yourself, but your family was but a nuisance to me. So I'm not sorry, and neither do I think you are Blair, last of the Wights." He knew that was cold, but he wanted her to see his true feelings on the matter. "I am sure remnants of their organization still remain though, which makes me wonder if you are still a part of their plans.. maybe the new leader, with a new purpose... or if you are here, all by your lonesome, of your own volition."He would study her reaction as he walked back towards the desk. His hand now together. Finger tip to finger tip. He paced around the desk slowly. "But of course, we know you are here because you wish to be. That much is certain by your supreme confidence. Which I admire by the way. That said, part of me thinks you don't even fully understand why you are here. Maybe you wanted to spy on the one your family so scorned, to see if their beliefs were justified. Maybe you are here for another reason altogether." He circled her like a vulture. Watching her every reaction. He was clearly probing her mind. Her reactions. His every step incredibly precise. The aura he exuded was that of pure, unadulterated meekness. He seemed so meticulous and gentle, yet his legendary combat prowess preceded him. He was said to defend hundreds of his citizens from his homeland from constant grimm attacks for a weeks long journey at a very young age, yet, he didn't appear to be a warrior. Not now at least."I keep tabs on the enemies I feel pose a threat. Your family never had the manpower nor the backing to do much harm to me. I don't mean that as a slight to your family name, its just a simple truth. The Crimson Fang, a much larger organization that makes your family look like mulch, and consumes a significant portion of my time. The Tribe is an even bigger threat, though smaller compared to the Crimson Fang..."All of this Blair would know of course.
Aurtrox would then sit down to stare directly at her once again. His eyes full of intense passion, yet also compassion."If your parents had half the guts you do, they likely would have made formidable enemies. Neither of them would have ever attempted what you have done here." Aurtrox's tone was not as hollow as it was before, but more kind."I think we can be of benefit to each other... Actually." He said leaning back in his seat. "I can help you in areas you can only begin to imagine, but first I want you to earn my trust."Aurtrox clicked a button on the underside of his desk popping up a hardlight computer screen. He typed in 'Wight' and quickly a large file on her family's organization appear. Hundreds of notes and files. Many of them dated. He eventually clicked a button that listed several dozen members who had an 'Unknown' status listed by their names."This is a list of many of those in your organization that we either suspect are dead, or still at large. Only a few of them are even worth our time, and I'd like for you to help me hunt them down." He'd flip the screen to show her the list. A thing they would go through later in better detail if she agreed. Just by showing this to her was a huge step of trust. He was taking the first step. His eyes would narrow as he awaited her response. He had yet to say what he wanted, other than knowing the status of each member. Some of which Blair would certainly recognize. Some of them were incredibly dangerous, some of them were mere workers or those with a loose connection to her family, but every person was listed showing how well Aurtrox had kept track.
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Blair sat as patiently as she could muster throughout the headmasters long winded responses, it leading more and more to her having to work to get her post at the Academy. So when he stated she needed to earn his trust, it came as no surprise. Hunt her fathers former allies? That was something she would do with pleasure. For a brief second there would be a flare in her eye, but she kept the bloodlust down. There was no need for Aurtrox to know that about her, at least not yet.
”You leave me know choice really? Not that I am surprised. It would consider you a fool if you did not request such a sign of loyalty.” She took a sip from her glass and finished it before continuing. ”I take it that… You will have someone assigned to me as well?” Sure he could send her off alone, but then he still wouldn’t know if she could be trusted? In away she was hoping someone would come along, as it would mean earning not just his trust but another faculty members as well. /color]
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"The Twin Spears of Old"
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It was in a canister of sorts. Cylindrical and about one foot in widths with sharp edges. It must have been implanted in the grimm somehow. The canister had a hand print in the middle of it that wrapped around it with a single sharp needle where the palm would be. Other then that the surface was polished and bare. It didn't seem to have any obvious way of opening.
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Aurtrox loved how 'to the point' Blair was "You are right, I will want you to take one of my..." He paused as he carefully as thought about how to word this. "Constituents, along with you."He turned his pale hued eyes towards her with a smirk on his face. "But of course, you are also allowed to recruit your own team to help you as well." With perfect timing, a little bell sounded on his hard-light screen, it was a notification that someone had sat in the waiting room outside awaiting an audience with him."Just the man I needed..." How fortunate he was.
Aurtrox would walk towards the doors without another word and slowly push them open. Seeing Garret he would beckon the loner in with nothing but a simple motion of his hand, he would lead the way back to his desk and sit down. Clicking a button on his desk another chair would slide up through the floor beside Blair."Garret, meet your next mission. Blair Wight." Aurtrox's tone didn't hide his excitement at all. The timing was too perfect."You will be serving as her point of contact with me until otherwise stated, and attend her on a few critical missions from time to time." Aurtrox said all of this firmly, as if neither had a choice, in fact, they didn't. "Blair is going to be running some chores for the school, and she will need you to aid her in these endeavors, you will see an advance on your pay to reflect these changes of course." He added this for due process, not because Garret was necessarily all about the money as most loners were."You are now dismissed Miss Wight, I'll send Garret to you with further instruction at a later date, and please take good care of our library." Aurtrox would let her respond if she liked, but he would make it clear that she was free to go so that he could address Garrets concerns in privacy. Garret likely had many questions about what just happened on top of what he came here to discuss initially. Why he would not be a contact agent for the librarian was certainly a surprise to him.
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ą α ß Ь c đ ∂ ε є é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ g Ħ ħ н ι J k ℓ м η ø σ p q я § τ u v ω x y z α ā ą в ς ɗ δ đ ɛ є ԍ ɦ ң н ϊ ί ι κ ℓ ʟ м и η σ ρ þ Ǭ⒬ҩǭqℚⓠя ₮ τ ü ŭ ω ұτ σ ω η ε ş ι м α к э v є н к и я ц ღ η ү ℓ ƒ с δ ρ — ъ ғ ш ψ ί п Á á Ć ć É é Í í Ĺ ĺ Ń ń Ó ó Ŕ ŕ Ś ś Ú ú Ý ý Ź ź À à È è Ì ì Ò ò Ù ù  â Ĉ ĉ Ê ê Ĝ ĝ Ĥ ĥ Î î Ĵ ĵ Ô ô Ŝ ŝ Û û Ŵ ŵ Ŷ ŷ Ä ä Ë ë Ï ï Ö ö Ü ü Ÿ ÿ ß Ã ã Ẽ ẽ Ĩ ĩ Ñ ñ Õ õ Ũ ũ Ỹ ỹ Ç ç Ģ ģ Ķ ķ Ļ ļ Ņ ņ Ŗ ŗ Ş ş Ţ ţ Đ đ Ů ů Ǎ ǎ Č č Ď ď Ě ě Ǐ ǐ Ľ ľ Ň ň Ǒ ǒ Ř ř Š š Ť ť Ǔ ǔ Ž ž Ā ā Ē ē Ī ī Ō ō Ū ū ǖ ǘ ǚ ǜ Ă ă Ĕ ĕ Ğ ğ Ĭ ĭ Ŏ ŏ Ŭ ŭ Ċ ċ Ė ė Ġ ġ İ ı Ż ż Ą ą Ę ę Į į Ų ų Ł ł Ő ő Ű ű Ŀ ŀ Ħ ħ Ð ð Þ þ Œ œ Æ æ Ø ø Å å Ə əΆ ά Έ έ Ή ή Ί ί Ό ό Ύ ύ Ώ ώ Α α Β β Γ γ Δ δ Ε ε Ζ ζ Η η Θ θ Ι ι Κ κ Λ λ Μ μ Ν ν Ξ ξ Ο ο Π π Ρ ρ Σ σ ς Τ τ Υ υ Φ φ Χ χ Ψ ψ Ω ω Б б В в Г г Ґ ґ Ѓ ѓ Д д Ђ ђ Е е Ё ё Є є Ж ж З з Ѕ ѕ И и І і Ї ї Й й Ј ј К к Ќ ќ Л л Љ љ М м Н н Њ њ О о П п Р р С с Т т Ћ ћ У у Ў ў Ф ф Х х Ц ц Ч ч Џ џ Ш ш Щ щ Ъ ъ Ы ы Ь ь Э э Ю ю Я я ą α ß β Ь c Ð đ ∂ ε є э é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ ġ Ħ ħ н ι į ї J k ℓ м η ø σ φ p q я ѓ § Ş τ † ů v ω x y zkōhai
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Vickers had mostly been doing vicker things. Shooting floofs. Building guns. Maintaining his guns.Oiling his gears. Littraly in some cases. But most importantly. Not shooting students. His least expected thing however happened today. He got a summon to the tower to meet a hired person. This sent many thoughts though his mind. Could the floofs have figured out there comms? Could they have taken over someone's mind? Is it a trap?? Did they have any cookies!
For once his approach was calm. Collected. Standard. Only kidding. His minigun was holstered on his back as he was walking through the halls firing his pistol’s at the walls. Hitting something in the air before exploding. Normally in a shower of what looked like a burning spider web. A low grumble coming from the teacher. Even more so as he walked in unannounced into the headmaster's chambers.
His left hand raising his pistol and firing a shot towards Aurtrox only for it to impact in front of him. “ Headmaster” was his one word ‘reason’. A look of annoyance on his face for a few seconds at least before t drifted over to Garret. His eyes narrowing for a split second before he spewled out more words. ”Don't i know you from somewhere. Are you the one that requested my presence? Or did I arrive too early or late? Freaking floofs always delaying stuff” He even exhaled a tiny bit as his exoframe hissed and relaxed a little on his body.
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Garret, regardless of whatever appearance he may have been trying to convey, was caught off guard by the mans next comment that did not bother to hide the underlying excitement. 'She is my next mission?' He thought with mild confusion, eyes only now going to study her. She was, as much as he could tell, not the tall sort but she didn't look frail in the slightest either. He felt he could potentially take her in a fight, but he wasn't sure that was what Aurtrox had meant. So until the order was clear, he would remain at ease but ready to act if necessary. Aurtrox would then continue to say that Lancer would be his representative in a sense, and to make sure she succeeded in her missions. He was being cryptic on what kind of missions these were, on purpose Garret felt, though he would wait to question him on that later on. Mostly because of the tone that his employer spoke in. It was an order, no arguments on it were to be had, as far as Garret could read of the man. 'I wonder what sort of mission will come of this, and why he finds her mission so important.' He thought to himself silently. He knew too little of the woman to make a guess. He would continue to be cryptic, saying she would do chores for the school and that Garret was to aid her along with an advance in pay. Something he cared little for in truth, as it was just a means to fund his stay here till he could reclaim Vacuo.
The woman would be dismissed with him mentioning he would send Garret to her with instruction in future...and for her to take care of their libraries. 'Not a mere janitor in that attire...so with what he said...perhaps librarian?' Garret wondered to himself before his gaze turned to Aurtrox. Garret would give her a small nod, but would wait till she departed before he spoke of what he had found. Once the librarian departed, Garret was about to speak but would find himself interrupted by the sound of gunshots. "Ah, it seems like everyone is here. We shall speak more on the matter of the librarian later." He would say with a slight smile on his face, though giving Aurtrox a stern look with his latter comment. Garret would hear a gunshot very close to him, and see a shower of sparks as the bullets impacted something right in front of Aurtrox. Garret did not flinch, as while most thought Vickers crazy, Garret was inclined to believe the man. Especially with the display he saw of it hitting something, else the headmaster's aura would've flashed. Vickers would first address the headmaster, then Garret himself as he asked a variety of question to which Garret's smile just grew. He would look between the both of them before speaking, closing the doors to the headmaster's office beforehand. "It was I who requested you to be here, and now that I have both of you here..." He would simply say, pausing as he reached for the item and placed it on the table between them all. "I came across this in my hunt in the outskirts. It was inside a Grimm, though I know not what its purpose is or how it even works. I was curious if you too would know about it, could figure it out, or why it was even inside a Grimm to begin with?" He would ask curiously, eyes going between all of them and the item between them.
The Item:
It was in a canister of sorts. Cylindrical and about one foot in widths with sharp edges. It must have been implanted in the grimm somehow. The canister had a hand print in the middle of it that wrapped around it with a single sharp needle where the palm would be. Other then that the surface was polished and bare. It didn't seem to have any obvious way of opening.
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Blair took her leave quietly after that, and this new meeting would finally begin. She seemed to be in a hurry. Eager to start her mission that he had just assigned her. He would give her a slight nod of appreciation of her haste as she left. He could now turn his attention to the next matter.
Aurtrox was curious what Garret had to report. He looked a tad beat up, but that wasn't something Garret would fuss about. It had to be something more important, or he would have just reported it in his usual fashion. A bullet was eviscerated by a flash of his pink hued aura which make his ears tingle. Vickers.The fact that Vickers was required was proof that what was about to befall them was of interst. The man was as eccentric as always, but who was he to judge someone for that? His steely gaze turned back to Garret and Vickers. He motioned his hand for Vickers to take a seat now that Garret had taken a soldier-like stance. 'Such an honorable breed.' He thought to himself. If he had a hundred men like Garret he could storm right into Atlas with ease."Vickers, didn't be make a rule about shooting inside buildings or at people?" He would say it a rather dull tone. Vickers wasn't the type to listen, he had already reprimanded him on several occasions for his trigger finger. "Garret has something to show us, so let's give him our full attention." He said softly as he turned his full attention to Garret who promptly revealed a mysterious object. A metal cylinder of sorts. Knowledge flashed in Aurtrox's eyes, but he quickly subdued his demeanor as to not give off anything."Inside a grimm you say?" Aurtrox straightened in his seat. A most peculiar place to find such an object. "Vickers, tell us what you can about this object." Aurtrox would say in an inquisitive voice. Curious what the man could gleam from the outward appearance.
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Vickers couldnt help but raise his eyebrow at Aurtrox as he mentioned the rules. “ Do not shoot at people other than if its training. I did not shoot at you. I shot the floof.. .there everywhere today… “ He then offered a slight smile least till he saw what garret had. His eyes narrowing a tiny bit before he glanced towards Aurtrox once again. His eyes flickering to the floor before he spoke rather slowly. ” You found this in a grim right? Cause it looks like the Prototype Aura dispenser But who would want to actively create a aura shield around the grim.”
His eyes then drifted towards Garret once more his hand resting on his gun before his cybernetic arm outstretched towards him as if to take the device. “I doubt its the original developers of this working on it now as well.. They were all dead when Mistral fell. So that leaves me with a few choices. But it is hearsay. Anywho. That's if it is one of those old things. I suppose it would make the grim a little tougher and be able to use dust. But it would have to be a old grim to use dust then .. and even then that's questionable. ALTHOUGH…. i do wonder if one could give something that doesn't have aura a aura eg your aura could you control it…” He then went off into a small ramble about things mostly to himself.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2020 7:09 am
"The Twin Spears of Old"
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As Aurtrox would speak first, Garret's eyes would be drawn to him to see what he had to say. When he was asked to verify it was found in a grimm, Garret would nod his head to the headmaster. It was clear to Garret, whatever he thought, this was an important matter. Aurtrox was rarely so formal when he was around, and he doubted it with Vickers as well. As he directed Vickers to explain the object, Garret's attention would turn to the robotic man. Then...he would say something Garret was not expecting. 'Prototype aura dispenser?' He thought to himself, rather confused. Though the implication of an aura shielded grimm was not a good one, even for Garret who knew little about this technology. Grimm were already lethal enough. To have aura would take away one of their own advantages in this war. As Vicker's eyes would travel to Garrets he would receive an unwavering gaze of focus in return. Just the little he had learned left Garret wanting to destroy the device, but it would leave too many questions unanswered. He would note Vickers hand being on his gun, as Garret would subconsciously lift weight from his front leg to pivot if needed. More reflex than anything else at the sudden seriousness in the room. As Vickers seemed to reach for the object with his cybernetic hand, Garret would not stop him.
Vickers would then continue speaking, revealing the tech originated from Mistral but the original creators should be dead. So it would mean this was either recovered in its fall, or someone had managed to make a new version of that technology for use. He would also mention it could allow for them to use dust, be tougher, and...be controlled. Though the latter seemed more uncertain than all the rest. Garret would stay silent a moment as he thought about it. 'Worrying indeed for why this was in a grimm, though I did not see such effects on it. And the age of the grimm is in question...though it had a survival instinct to run.' Garret would think to himself silently before looking to the other two in the room. "I saw no such indication from the grimm itself. No dust was used or aura shield far as I could tell. As for its age, it had a survival instinct unlike some of its pack as it tried to flee when the others were dead. Past that I can say little else as to its behavior or even appearance." Garret would report, not sure if it would have much significance to what was being mentioned. He didn't even know how the machine worked to be activated, or how noticeable the effects of it would have been on the creature. His eyes would turn from them back to the object, then back to Aurtrox. "So what shall we do with this...Aura device? Destroying it would be simple, but if there are more out there it may be better to study its effects. We may encounter more grimm with such things inside them." Garret would ask, and suggest, his employer in this matter. Technology was not something he was particularly apt with, he preferred simpler technologies than the modern ones, but he knew it was better to know your enemy than go in blind. Vickers earlier statement also let in doubt where this was a very rare occurrence or if it would become more frequent in future. He would pause, seeming to be in deep consideration of something, before adding one last query. "Also...do any of you know why it has a hand print? If it was made to be used, i'd assume they would know where to inject aura and not need such an indication. Or perhaps I am underestimating how many individuals may be involved." He would finish simply, curious if the hand was for individuals unfamiliar with a device to know where to place it or something more.
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Aurtroxwould listen intently to Vickers until he started to ramble before turning his attention to Garret who would answer many of his next questions. He loved how to the point he was. Made life easier. Not that Aurtrox minded talking. He was a wordy fellow after all. His eyes would shift between Garrett and the device. Contemplating what was said with care."Vickers is right of course. This is a device of the not so distant past, but before the time of most here at the school. That is for sure. Aura Dispensers have long been studied by man and faunus kind alike. We currently utilize them in almost every piece of technology these days, but this was a design I have only seen once before..." Aurtrox would pause almost as if planned as the sun dipped low in the sky. Its brilliant light casting longer rays. One such ray now illuminating half of his face in an angelic fashion. "I would have suspected that this device on a grimm would be to shield it as Vickers said, but this contradicts with your report. Also, the markings on it seem to be meant for a human or faunus. Which means it must have another purpose." He would snatch the device out of Vicker's hands and hold it in the light."It does have a hand print, with a needle, suggesting that it is activated through self puncture. Not like any-" Aurtrox straightened in his seat again. Realization deepening. "I did once attend a military equipment convention where aura dispensers that utilized self puncture were showcased... They were discontinued after a brief spell due to being highly unstable, and dangerous..." Aurtrox said almost as if talking to himself. His head twisted to look at Vickers to confirm if he also had memory of such."Highly curious... We definitely need to study it, but I think there is only one way to do that..."His eyes narrowed dangerously as they flickered to Garrett's hand.
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