Rσϙ Oυɾɾσƙ would smile at what Tabby said, it was surprising, or was it? She did always want fish. At least pleasing her was simple if he ever decided to do such a thing. His head throbbed and he couldn't keep his focus on anything for too long. A hand went to his forehead to apply pressure. If a grimm showed he would likely be able to hold on for a bit longer, but with one arm not usable he would have a tough time.He would then look back to Tabby to respond but get pulled into a big hug. He suppressed himself from shouting in pain. A strong wince was all that came out. He wasn't sure how to react so he just took it and awkwardly patted her back with his good arm. He wasn't used to physical affection. His parents certain didn't show him it often. He was used to rough and tough play of boys, not hugs.
After their little conversation the searching the grounds continued. The most interesting thing was what Tabby found; a library card of sorts. Reading was too much of a pain so he would take a short look then move on. He found nothing but more odd scratch marks. But before he could really move much the hound was biting at his clothes and pulling him to a stop. Roq just tilted his head to the side like a dog himself in confusion. Chase soon ushered him to sit down. His body collapsed against the wall again. It certainly didn't want to move. He could feel it.
Roq felt a p***k in his arm. Then realized what was happening. "Wait- What? Are you giving me your blood?" he said confusion. His vision was shaky, but he felt renewed strength as the blood flowed into him. "Is that normal?" he asked. Pretty sure he had never heard of a direct transfusion. He knew blood types were a thing, but since Chase had all this equipment and had some general medic abilities he must know what he was doing. Though Roq remained sitting after the transfusion.
"Thank you..." His voice was strained. He obviously needed it, and could feel the positive affects already. His vision for one became stronger.
"So someone was trying to destroy the wall, but failed?" Roq asked to no one in particular. "We definitely need to inform the wall guard." That much was obvious, but he wasn't in the right mental place to say anything that wasn't obvious.
Roq would rest for a while. Feeling his strength return. It already felt like he had ten times the strength from right before the transfusion, yet he still felt so weak. "I wish blood wasn't so important..." he muttered. Finally lifting his head from the wall. He would rest a bit longer until they decided to move.
The teamwork of healing, and the masterful detectives of finding!!! All too much like a mystery vibe, the scene itself may as well had been planted out like a well made crime scene. Well, minus all the hugging surprises. The reactions though were absolutely priceless, as Chase had been victim number one in the hugs of cuddling smothers. Since he was wearing his mask, it was expected to be impossible on seeing the blushing cascading on his face. The bodily posture that had come forth in reaction to the hug however had been sure sign. Tabby of course was oblivious as usual when she had done so, despite him having frozen up to a full stiffness, just from being caught off guard in the first place. Letting go of him, and having switched targets among it, she had even missed the poor flustered man trying to compose himself in the process of it. Too bad she was so easily distracted and lack luster with the attention span. She could have tried to hug him once more from the worry of him attempting to calm down. Then again, it would have been a more mind numbing salvation to ebb her worries away from the others, in regards to any hiding injuries or not. Roq was already getting the proper treatment as it was, and the healers in question were looking to be alright as well. The clear fluctuation of Chase towards Roq when he had finally calmed his composure had actually been more obvious on the matter. The doctoral mode, if that was a proper way to phrase. None of that however could sink in as much as the priorities of Tabby were always something to never lay a true thought on. A reason for being so was the unpredictable behavior and notions that picked up from it all. With her giving out the hugs, that sort of course wasn't anything now. Why hug one, when equal fairness was always the brightest stare that should shine? Hence all the hugs for all!!!! Which in turn, Poppy had been next, and the effort to return it a little was enough to have filled Tabby with jot. These hugs couldn't get any better! At least in the case of Roq, when she had received a back pat. His struggling to stay composed from the pain of her hug had been actually a notable thing. "oooopsies!" The proceedings of evidence finding had helped immensely to rid of all the hugging, just as seriousness was coming back tenfold.... Well, three out of four of them.
Super detectives for the winnnn!!!! Evidence was found all around!! From her book, came investigation and questioning, as to why her piece of evidence was there to begin with. Tabby had passed the paper to Poppy to look at for herself, just as the more doctoral side to Chase was coming into fruition. What was hound doing!?!? Was Roq harmed somewhere below the waist, and was trying to hide it!? Was he trying to tell him to use his pants like a sweater, since he had said he was cold!? Hound was turning out to only be the anchor to stop the boat, if we were gonna go metaphorical. "Ahaha~!!! Roqy be caught~! Out comes the revealed missing owie!!! No way Poppy would miss though!! Oh no... Maybe Tabby's hug of love opened up something!!!!!" With Tabby in her own little spout as per usual, watching the scene of Chase, Roq, and his hound had been more of a comical sight, at best. Roq was set upon the evidence that he had found upon wall, regardless of her questionable commenting on the card she herself had found. With hound easily closing in on the unsuspecting soul, getting the blood transfusion between both the males done. ooooh.... So he was like a big kool aid cup of human!!!! Now she understood!! She didn't open anything back up after all!! Watching it all before her, she had almost missed what Chase had been saying to her on her evidence, and the clarity behind it all, more so entuned to ask questions on this blood tranfusioning, as it was a more important thing to see and ask about. The whole idea about a book turning one into a flying bug sounded more fun though. Chase had thrashed down the imagination however, filling her in on what the butterfly effect actually was. "Ohhh!!! So! So!!! If Tabby was to poke puppers in the butt, and it lead him to hiding behind you, and you scolding in return, is that whatcha' mean!? Wait no... You mean like... If Tabby were to let a bad grimmy grim leave, and it attack a village in return... Like that yes!?" Something like that. Tabby had some understanding, but as to whether she was right or not.. Was another thing. Besides, with Poppy reporting on the scratches, she was finding, Chase having been looking at the odd hole in the wall, and reporting it, and Roq also finding scratches, it was believed to be the end of the evidence finding at first. "Lotsa scratches, and a hole in the wall!? Could the bad guy be a person from the academy!? But... This book thingy....If Poppy recognizes it from another place, it's all so confuzzling!!!" Her attention had shifted towards Roq then, who had spoken on informing.. The wall guard? "Wall guard need to be fired as he ain't guarding this wall good enough!!! Lookit this mess!!! Why... Why~?~? Oh!!!" Looking to be the end of it at first, the sight of more scratches had caught her attention, as she had moved from the group a little, moving along the wall towards the ones she had spotted. "What had the grimm thought this wall to be!? A scratching post!?!? Oh!!! In that case~" With a smile then, Tabby had began on running her own nails along the wall, but had stopped short, when pain hit her fingertips. "Owie!!!!! How they scratching this no problem!?"
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█ *NAME ▬ Catnip carousel~ █ *AURA COLOR ▬ Lime green █ *DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Catnip carousel is an aroma releasing semblance that works by her aura surrounding her from head to toe. Once activated, Tabitha is able to release a miasma of aroma from her pores into a large cloud. Each aroma she can release has different effects. Her most dangerous smell being the smell of fish (as it is her number one food choice.) Aromas include: catnip, cake, Lavender, fish, apple cinnamon, and mint. Each aroma has different effects. Area effect around her ranges from 20-50 ft based on level.
Catnip: faint white shroud in the air, can cause hyperactivity among allies Lavender: faint purple shroud, Can cause calming energy to grimm and enemy, also help stressed allies apple cinnamon: faint red shroud, Can cause confusion to enemies mint: faint green shroud, can refresh dizzy and disoriented comrades cake: faint sparkly shroud, can cause a fullness feeling to both enemy and ally fish: faint light blue shroud, the most powerful of her aromas, and can cause nausea and acid reflexes to kick in. These aromas are meant to only cause mental issues and buffs, not to cause actual harm. █ *LEVEL 0 ▬ (0-99 posts) Tabitha is able to use only 2 different aromas in a battle. Cooldown 4 posts. Shroud of aroma and effects last 2 posts. 20 ft range. 1-60 semblance, 61-100 drawback █ *LEVEL 1▬ (100-199 posts) Tabitha is able to use only 2 different aromas in a battle. Cooldown 4 posts. Shroud of aroma and effects last 4 posts. 25ft range 1-54 semblance, 55-100 drawback █ *LEVEL 2▬ (200-299 posts) Tabitha is able to use only 3 different aromas in a battle. Cooldown 4 posts. Shroud of aroma and effects last 4 posts. 35ft range 1-44 semblance, 45-100 drawback By this level she is able to take 4 steps but the aroma area range does not move. █ *LEVEL 3 ▬ (300-399 posts) Tabitha is able to use only 4 different aromas in a battle. Cooldown 4 posts. Shroud of aroma and effects last 4 posts. 45ft range 1-42 semblance, 43-100 drawback █ *DRAWBACKS ▬ At levels 0 and 1 Tabitha is unable to move from the spot once releasing the semblance. Movement causes the aroma to disperse. By level three she is able to walk up to 6 steps, but the area range does not move nor change. - the aromas used in battle cling to people afterwards. -in order to get affected they need to be in her range of semblance in order for the semblance to kick -.needs to have the image of the aroma choice in her mind (ex: mint leaves, apples, fish, cake, catnip, lavender flowers) -hallucinations in dice rolls as drawback happen because of the aromas backlashing at her and effecting her at a different mental state.
✘ Profile ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Thankfully, Roq gave little resistance to Chase and his hound urging him to seat himself and complied to the order. Given the hound could not force the guy down, it worked out better this way. As Chase focused on his patient, he would hear Tabby chime in on Roq being caught which brought a faint smile of amusement to his lips. Though she seemed to believe she had caused an injury that Angel had missed in healing. Had Chase not have to focus so much he would correct and let her know right away she did nothing of the sort. But for now, he had to focus on tending to his patient. Roq would then ask what he was doing, as it seemed he was giving him Chase's blood. Still focused on his semblance, Chase would speak up now. "No, I am using your own blood. My semblance lets me control and create the blood that I have tasted, my own aside. It lets me use your own blood type to replenish you," he would say in a quiet voice, more so just so White Steel would know what was going on. In this mode of focus, his usual doubts and uncertainties were gone. As Chase finished up, Roq would thank him. Giving a small smile and nod to him before packing up his medical gear and finishing up with Roq's bandaging. Allowing him to rest for now, as he silently signaled for his Hound to guard Roq. The Hound would sit upright besides White steel, eyes and ears alert.
As an aside to this whole situation, Tabby would comment on trying to figure out the butterfly effect. Surprisingly, she seemed to grasp it pretty well with humorous examples. "That is the general idea with it Tabby, you got it," Chase would respond simply. They would then all begin to discuss and compare what they noticed of the wall then. Tabby having found a library card, White Steel the scratches, Chase himself the drilling, and Poppy reporting scratches as well. It seemed there had been a concerted effort here to break the wall; the implications it was in unison was worrying. More likely though, someone had weakened the wall so the Grimm could perhaps break through. 'Are they done and waiting, or do they intend to return to finish the job?" Chase wondered to himself. If it was the latter, the guards could potentially catch the perpetrator. If not though...their only lead was a library card that who knows left it. Though Angel seemed to know the town it was from, while Chase was unaware. Not seeing anything more than scratches on the wall, Roq commenting on alerting the wall guard after asking if someone failed to destroy the wall, and Tabby's humorous attempt to claw it herself, Chase would speak up. "We definitely have to report this as soon as we can, and what town the card is from. As for whether this was a failed attempt or not...It depends if they wanted to breach it immediately, wanted the Grimm to do the rest of the work, or if they intend to come back to finish he job," Chase would say loud enough for all of them to hear before his voice softened a tiny bit. "Let us know when you feel you can move Roq. The sooner we get back up there the better, especially since some of the Grimm got away," Chase would tell him. He didn't want Roq to move if he wasn't able, but he also knew being down here was dangerous. With all that said, Chase would shift his focus away from the wall and focus on keeping watch now himself. An attack could come at any time, and with some Grimm getting away earlier, he had a bad feeling it was only a matter of time before more came.
✘ Mission Post count: 95 (97 is actual) ✘Semblance timer: 2/5
Burial blade Medical kit Repeating Pistol Large dust: 1 large purple, 1 large black, and 1 large dark orange. Small dust: 4 red and 3 white dust (bullets). 17 normal rounds left
Rσϙ Oυɾɾσƙ would wake up with a gasp. He was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. A tear streaked down his face. He couldn't remember the dream -- No, the nightterror -- but he knew it was of himself being trapped in the cellar of the shrine back in his home village. He needed to get out.
He swiftly packed a day bag and threw on some hiking clothes and rushed out of the dorms. Not caring who saw him. He would rush down the stairs and off towards the bloody forest he had been injured on not so long ago. He didn't know why, but he needed to be free. And that was the first place that came to mind. "I can't be seen..." he said realizing he wanted to be disguised. He reached in his bag and pulled out that mask that Aurtrox had given him. The one he used last halloween that had this creepy mouth on it. He slipped it on and threw on a black shirt that hung loosely.
It didn't take long to arrive. But he stopped when he hit the edge of the forest. A sense of impending doom hung over him. "Off I go." he said. Roq marched into the forest for sometime. Ignoring the sounds of danger. He had his weapons and dust on him, but he wasn't really expecting a fight. Then he ran into it. A small meadow, and at the center was a large tree with an old treehouse. A professionally built on. He would circle it twice before coming to the conclusion it was empty and abandoned, he'd then scale the ladder and find a large spacious room. A bookshelf on the left wall. A small kitchen are to right. And another ladder to a sleeping loft with 2 bunkbeds. The place had old blankets and pillows and was overall well furnished. It also was very old with relatively few signs of life. A person or two might have found it, but it couldn't be well known or it would have a lot less stuff.
Roq would open the door on top floor of the loft and it went out along a large branch with only a rope to hold onto. At the end was a net cast between a few branches. A place to rest and read. Roq would carefully make his way to the net and sit on it. Peace soon overtook him and he'd lay there watching the clouds drift lazily. "Such an odd place..."
Poppy would come back to the group, they had all found something that pointed towards the mission being more than they originally thought. She would look at the library card that Tabby gave her, curious as to where it came from. She opened her mouth to speak before Roq let them know how he was feeling, she would listen intently and then look around as a gust of wind would blow through her hair. She would look between her team, a little confused as to how and where it came from, "Y-yes, I felt that.." she said as it then blasted them again stronger this time, "What is it?" she said, looking aroud. ----------
Oberon's was out in the forest, of course not for pleasure but for business. He'd been waiting around to hear from the boss but hadn't heard in from him in a couple of days but he figured they were fine because his regular stipend was still being sent to his account. In hindsight he wasn't paid to care, he was paid to be professional and do his job so thats what he would do when the time came. In the time Oberon was resting within, his roommate had time to do whatever it was he usually did while Oberon wasn't in control, though it didn't seem like much. If he wasn't interfering or putting Oberon's body in extreme peril it didn't matter much to Oberon what he did. But finally it was his turn to stretch his legs and he didn't plan to sit around and get rusty.
Oberon slung his briefcase over his shoulder and pulled out his scroll as he walked through the forest. "Yeah, it's me. I got it done as per the contract. Of course, but next time maybe somethin a little less... tedious if you please." Oberon was always professional and he knew he had to be in good standing with many to get the preem jobs in Vale but still, "I usually don't do jobs takin out someone's trash, well, not usually in that sense." The job had takin him in the depths of the forest, the what of it and the why of it would stay between Oberon and his employer. Oberon continued speaking with his client for a bit bringing him too a meadow. His eyes didn't really scan to much of the area while he listened to the other various requests and connections to jobs he could get from them. Regrettably many made him seem like a common thug or didn't suit his fancy, "Listen, lets just say this job was an in-house discount. Next time, really read my contract before requestin my services again." With that Oberon ended the conversation, it wasn't going anywhere. He tried to eliminate the trace of agitation he was feeling while listening to this client. It began to overflow as he continued to hear his client speak "I understand, but what you must understand is that my time is precious to me. It was pathetic, no blood was even drawn from me. I was tryin to be nice but it was an absolute waste of my time, skills and if we're bein honest the pay was garbage too." his voice rose but he didn't outright shout, it wasn't worth it though it was still pretty loud, very cold and stern.
Amidst his rather dull phone call he hadn't realized that he might've been lost or Roq up in the tree, though that fact wasn't very surprising or it wouldn't be to Oberon himself. So focused on finding another employer, sifting through incessant rambling for a job worth his time he hadn't been keeping track. Oberon let out a dry sigh through his mask, he supposed it was fine, he had no urgently pressing matters to attend to. The silence of the forest didn't bring him peace, he was sure to most people it would. He found himself under the treehouse. "What the hell is a treehouse doing out in the middle of no where..." it looked abandoned though Oberon wasn't going to bother snooping around someone's home, "Ain't none of my business." he leaned on the giant tree but not once did he let go of his suitcase. Oberon seemed like he might've been progressively been getting agitated, "This itch won't get scratched for awhile will it? So boring...! But that just might be the way it is for awhile."
Rσϙ Oυɾɾσƙ would start to fall asleep. It was a dangerous place to be asleep. A grimm could pop out at any moment, but he was never one to be too careful. Plus his aura would protect him from a surprise attack anyways.
Eventually Roq would awaken from his slumber by the low rumbles of a voice on the phone. A strange thing out in the forest. At first he felt it was just a dream, but sure enough a man with a briefcase would walk out of the forest. He'd listen to the conversation, but remained still as to not be noticed. Eventually the man rested up against the tree and Roq decided he wanted to figure out more. He'd quietly move to a sitting position on the branch to the man's left, he was high up, maybe three stories, but in view if the man looked up. "Rough day?" he said as he leaned back into a more restful position.
He had one eye open and his hands behind his head. "The name is Roq, and this is my home." Of course, that was a lie, but the man had already revealed that he was shocked to find the treehouse out here. Roq then remembered he was wearing his facemask that was nothing short of terrifying. He must look like a freak. A kid clothed in black, with a mask of a realistic, and creepy mouth. Lounging in a tree. He must seem like a lostboy from that zelda video game.
Oberon sighed again, he took a moment then looked up at the person in the tree. Oberon hadn't really been on guard, he figured someone who was out living in the middle of a forest either wanted no trouble or wanted to keep what they were doing private. Given the mask, Oberon couldn't tell to much but the guy looked really young maybe a couple of years younger than him, "A kid?" finally Oberon would indulge him, "Say kid, you're not gonna eat me or nothin right?" Oberon's spoke in a dry tone so it was hard to tell if he was joking or not. Hell, he might've invited the attempt. Giving it a moment he continued, "It's only begun. Regardless, it seems like it's going to be an uneventful day for me."
He didn't question the whether or not this place was actually the guy's home or not, to Oberon that wasn't really important. He did however take a more analyzed looked at the treehouse, "And... you, built this yourself?" It did seem like maybe a bit much to build on a tree such as this one just for one person, not to mention he'd not seen the interior. "Pretty shabby on the upkeep... No offense." If Roq claimed to have built it himself he supposed he might give credit where credit is due. That's right, the young man did give his name, Oberon on the other hand did not deign to give his name in return, "I'm assumin you know this place well? The forest?" Oberon took it upon himself to sit a bit further away from the base of the tree. Giving Roq his back he gazed in the direction he had come from, he would not strain his neck to look at the guy, "Do you hunt out here?" Though Oberon sat, his feet were planted firmly on the ground and he had not let go of his case. Oberon had time to kill and the kid pique his interest if only very very slightly; something about living alone in something akin to the wilderness always stirred him, always reminded Kesshin of the sand of Vacuo. For Oberon it only reminded him of...
Rσϙ Oυɾɾσƙ would grin at that comment about him eating him. It was a strange idea; cannibalism. He probably looked odd just sitting there and smiling about it. But eventually shook his head. "Too early to eat a person." he said nonchalantly. He liked this guy. He was odd, but relaxed.
Roq would sit up more when the man sat a bit back to talk at a more comfortable angle. "I hunt, but it's easier to just purchase food rations in the city." It wasn't a lie. He did used to hunt in the forest around his town, but why do that when it took so much work. He was a darn good shot and could take out most birds without a sweat. "You from around here? Or what is your business in these parts?"
The kid's pause at Oberon's little joke brought a smirk to Oberon's face behind his own mask, "Hmph, too early." let a small breath escape his lips, almost akin to a small laugh... almost. For a moment Oberon actually entertained the idea that this kid actually did eat other people, that'd be quite the story. Thinking back, there was another kid he encountered that liked too apparently butcher Fanus. Whether or she consumed their flesh was a different story, though Oberon wasn't all to much paying her existence any mind, her first impression was garbage and he did do children for the most part. On the subject of the hunt, Roq said he did but Oberon supposed Roq didn't really understand what he meant, "Oh well." Why anyone wanted to live out here was beyond Oberon, unless they liked to live in hardship. He knew damn well he wasn't going to live like that again.
The topic moved on and he was the matter, "Me? No, I'm not from anywhere... definitely not Vale." he scoffed at the thought of it. For the follow up, Oberon had no intention of telling him what he was doing out here, or rather what he did. He turned his head slightly to so that Roq could catch a glimpse of his helmet, "As for my business..." with his free hand he tapped the part where his nose was inside the helmet using his index finger signally Roq to touch his nose for being nosy, "Thats just what it is kid, my business." They weren't friends, Oberon didn't make friends, he made business associates but... he would give Roq something for indulging whatever this exchange was they were having. Oberon's head turned back and his eyes focused on his case, "Just know my business doesn't come cheap, and I do damn good job." there was no trace of pride in his voice, it was just fact to Oberon, even more so his clientele. "Besides, if you haven't heard of who I am then you don't need too, and you probably can't afford me. Well... that is unless I'm feeling 'charitable' like my previous client but that was mostly to kill time and even then that still like a waste." On the subject of his previous phone call one could detect a hint of disgust.
Maybe it was the calm of the forest or the rustling of the leaves in the wind but Oberon felt as though he had done this before... but at the same time it still felt new, boring, and uncomfortable. For a fleeting instant a woman appeared in his mind, he couldn't picture her face, just that he had been like this in the sands. Pondering for a second he questioned whether it was Kesshin stirring? No, it couldn't it was way too early. But still, somehow this felt like it belonged to him, and it was infuriating to Oberon inside but the woman... "Hey, in town, there seems to be a lack of Huntsmen, I hear they got kids from that academy doing legwork." Oberon scoffed again, he wondered if they were actually worth anything in battle. He hadn't crossed blades with one in his work yet surprisingly, "Must keep em on a tight leash. You know anything about it?" Normally Oberon would just go to his main employer for this kind of info but sometimes that guy was... difficult. Anyone business associates Oberon asked were filled with biases against them, but maybe Roq could give some insight on the matter. There was not much going and Oberon would be lying if he claimed he wasn't curious, he also wasn't one to start unnecessary trouble unless he was ordered to do so and that came with extra fees.
Rσϙ Oυɾɾσƙ liked how introspective this masked man was. He clearly lived in his own world. Roq could see the gears turning in the man's mind. But not in a threatening way, though some might take a thoughtful stranger in a negative way. "You're a strange man estranged from society..." he didn't think before the words came out. Opps.
Roq stood up on the tree branch and peered down at the man from the awkward angle. "I've heard the same." He was still pretending to not be a Beacon student himself. "They're alright. Some of them. Though I've heard they also have lowered their standards for entrance. More deaths than before. So a freshmen is weaker, but a senior is stronger then they used to be." That was a very accurate take on the matter. "I probably can't afford your services. I won't lie. But if I needed to, where would I go? What number do I call?" This man seemed very capable to him. While Roq didn't have much in the way of financial means, if he was in a pinch he might be able to scrap together enough collateral to entice the man to do something he was not capable of. The one thing Roq did have, was connections. Well, only a few worth anything. One being Aurtrox himself, who was acting head of council jointly with the shadow minister of defense; Sebastion.
Before the man could answer his question a howl rang through the air. A grimm. Roq pulled out both of his revolvers that were stored behind his back on his belt. His eyes darted from tree to tree. Wondering where they might be. If it was just one or two they could probably handle them with ease. But when did beowolves ever travel in anything less than a pack? "You're welcome to join me up here. We have company..."
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