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team-ravn:

Every target leaves a trail. A footprint, perhaps, or a scent. Wherever one goes, _something _lingers behind. However, this was no ordinary target, but perhaps an asset, more or less.

Two men in their twenties stood among the crowds of pedestrians, keen on their search. One was scanning the crowds, looking for any abnormality, whilst the other kept his eye closed and his nose high.

The mission was simple: using valuable sources, find the body of the one known as Lucille Cotta. To them, it was a simple contract, but the reason for why _they _had to do it was _astonishing _to the two of them.

**"This is pointless, Dexter." **Dmitri snarled, looking to his Faunus comrade from gold peripherals. **"We’re hunting a corpse. She’s been dead for a time now." **He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall behind him. "Plus, your sense of smell has gotten weaker."

The faunus chuckled in reply, as he ran a finger across his nose, taking in a quick breath afterwards. **"I wouldn’t say _that _much now, Dmitri.” **He replied, putting a hand to his chin. **"I’ve got her." **Dexter then pointed a orange haired female across the way. **"Let us be off." **He smirked, before making way to the girl.

"Fantastic." Dmitri added with a hint of sarcasm, pushing himself off the wall."It only took you three days."

When they approached the woman, and she inquired on who they were, the two of them replied by bowing their heads in greeting.

"Lucille Cotta, we presume?"

Arms folded over as the strangers approached, hips leant to the side slightly to impose a relaxed, calm posture. Eyes gently darted for her surroundings, however, eyeing for a plausible escape route should things end badly. As the on-comers neared, hazel irises befell onto them.

"Last I heard, Lucille Cotta was gunned down by the military. You are mistaken." Her tone conveyed confusion and matter-of-factly attitude. However, there was truth within the statement. She was dead. Just as dead as Raven Branwen, Summer Rose, and many others of her generation.

Deception was unlikely if she'd been found out by a fauna. One's scent never truly left them, no matter how hard the effort. Still, to be found so soon... She was getting rusty. But only a little. Lucille was trained as a child weaponless, and was just as lethal without one if the situation arose.

"...You're a little late on collecting your bounty, hunter."

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❤ —- “…miss, I have not a single clue what you’re talking about. Demons? I’m afraid they don’t exist, and you’re crazy.”

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"Crazy? Maybe. But your scent is very strong. Really unnatural, even for a fauna. No need to get so defensive about it. I won't tell anyone your little secret."

#she has very keen senses growing up how she did #and doing what she does #and i'd imagine demons have a strange scent to them

spxnalisumbra

"I know grimm are usually the closest things we have to demons.."

"...and you don't really look the part, ad'ika."

#spxnalisumbra #throws this IN YOUR FACE #this is romanflares also so #ye #lucille also called jay a little one

team-ravn

A ghost.

That's what she, among others, had become. A phantom. How long had it been since she had departed the world of publicity and entered that of subtle, meager appearances? Even those of her closest acquaintances thought her dead and gone. Even her own child. Even her mate...

Yet she was forced to move on, separated from her loved ones until those final days where reunion would occur.

Until then, she had to press on. Just like Raven had.

Avoiding the authority and hunters was primary. A presumed dead criminal was a criminal to the Council and their minions regardless, and a certain death would be ensured if she were caught a second time. Hunters were especially keen on their namesake- something even a professional such as she had to admire. However, their specialty lied in hunting other species, not human. And the military were a joke beside the weapon power they held.

Without a weapon and her platted clothing tattered, she'd be hopeless if caught by either. Her only benefit are the survival roots she developed as a child.

Regardless, she would always raise suspicion when come into contact with someone who would raise an eyebrow- whether out of suspicion, or simple curiosity.

"Is there something you want, aruetii?"

#V; In Shadows #she called you an outsider/foreigner #also helloooooo

htmlgun

Silver hair falling around his face, the male smirked at the woman. He had been lurking around the area, but that was nothing new to him. He was a researcher, but he craved power. The talk of war got him riled up and he looked pleased to discuss condemning a thousand people’s fates to prove a point.

"War is someone sitting on a high chair, deciding how some poor people die." He chuckled. "A fight of the power hungry through poor people tricked into liking the guy in the high chair."

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Eyes closed at the response of the other. She even turned away from him briefly, considering his answer. Even he was the same, but who was she to claim he wasn't?

No one had given her the answer she was looking for. However, she could understand why. It was such a broad thing. War.

"Not quite the answer I was looking for."

#V; Questioning

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#flagpvntsalex #Melodies;

Lucille always asked what war was.

Not literally, of course. She knew what war was. The suffering it wrought. The benefits it brought. But she wanted to know what it meant.

What it meant to command amounts of men and women, and then willingly murder them all. How it felt to hold the power in ones own palm. It was important to her. After all, killing was how she made her living.

"What is war to you?"

#V; Relentless Hunter #open starter #if anyone wants

muetparasol

"You are... an odd one."

#v; a crimeless life #throws this at you

History is a story told by the winners of the Fight

Imply a little Lie a little And conquer

In association with romanflares

Origin RWBY, Multiverse OC

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NSFW for plausible dark themes and/or smut

OC for mainly Pre-RWBY timeline

#self-promos #promo

whorxifying

Travel was necessary for an occupation such as Lucille's; that of the Bounty Hunter. Beneficial. Educating. Tiring. Constantly on the move for high rewarding bounties to support her family and ever-growing clan. Sometimes these traveling routes led the young woman to seemingly dream-like places. Were they other worlds, perhaps?

No, that was impossible. Even with the aid of Dust.

Still, the ritual the old man performed after her briefing, and the wicked light that blinded her and sent her here, wasn't that real enough? Impossible... No matter. Her great hunt had already begun, several listed targets needed preservation and delivery- six sisters, he had mentioned. Oddly, each with numbers tattooed upon their foreheads. Regardless, she never questioned it.

It'd been a month now, traveling as far as northeast would go, following the freshest trail of blood-stained grass, rock, and stone until she had finally come upon a city. It was almost as if a storm had blown through to collapse buildings, and an earthquake had erupted to consume all life... What had happened here? She pressed on, onwards to the epicenter of the city - a religious church? And from this church emerged a woman, clad in white but stained in crimson. Beautiful clothing didn't hide the ugly situation she was in. Hunched over, hand over her stomach, vomit spewing from lips every few seconds.

Foreign to this place, and unaware of its occupants; abilities, Lucille remained still to await what would happen Pity for the poor creature nonetheless sparked her words.

"Would you...like to die?"

#whorxifying #v; the wrong end #hope this is okay!#also it's romun/centmun

jauneybravo

There were times when the shell of a killer-for-hire reclined... exposing the barrier of sensitivity and insecurity that lied underneath. There were people that, while she'd never admit she were close to, she would let witness the little girl that she never had the chance to be back home. And there were always a select few that the woman would... act differently towards.

One particular person was a young Bayard Arc, someone that Lucille was always... different towards. Though, harassing would be the better term. The only reason being that there was no way he would pose any threat to her. He was more of a tool than a friend, but someone she called so anyways.

"Bayyyy~" The young vixen called, teasingly. Lately Aurelia had kept a very tight leash on him, and kept her at bay. So tight that it was surprising he hadn't choked on her grandmother's perfume by now. Perhaps she could steal him away for a day or two?

#jauneybravo #I am NOT sorry #And I am LAUGHING in the distance

glaciemmater

Naturally, the higher-ups and the redheaded woman never got along. But when it came to the Schnee's, the rulers of the dust castles, Lucille relented them. While they were born or brought into a lavish life, those like her had been born to fight. Born to survive. Not that Lucille had cared much about her social status because of her boyfriend. No, it was more the realization that if she were pitted in the jungle alone, the end of her would come within a week. Survival of the fittest was the upbringing she had, and to see those who couldn't fend for themselves become the higher figures? It was pathetic.

It irked her.

"Well, well, if it isn't the ge'hutuun, Ms. Pretty and Depressing~" Chances of their lives crossing each other were rare, given Lucille's mercenary life in comparison to the others. But there were situations that they would meet. In this specific case, while she was on a less risky mission as security for a press meeting.

#glaciemmater #AYYYYYY