Saxon Holmes, Student, Huntsman, Detective

an RP blog for my RWBY OC. main is @honorable-asshole Age 20

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Huffpost article about the fight for Oak Flat

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[torbwick]

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Saxon stood and offered the mobster a hand, “thank you for your time, Mr. Torchwick. I don’t intend to waste any of it.”

Saxon sat and ordered a wine for himself, “I’m willing to cover a few rounds of drink. Now then; I’m curious about your string of dust robberies- your profile indicates you much rather set up protection rackets and financial robberies. So it looks like you’re either experimenting, and someone is flubbing the numbers and making it seem more profitable than it is,” Saxon paused for a moment, “or you’re scared of something.”

Saxon wasn’t judgmental. The way he saw it, Roman was as vital as a huntsman; both the officers and established mob gained from limiting petty crime, after all. So if Torchwick was scared, there was an issue.

“So, I’ll tell you what- if I’m right, and someone has brought the mighty Torchwick to heel, give me their name and some evidence to convict them. In return, I’ll destroy the evidence I’ve gathered against you- trust me, I know more than the general public, and against Neapolitan, as well as a decent lump sum, as well as a decent channel to sell off that stolen dust.”

A bit generous for the detective, but he needed that name. A mobster could be dealt with, but an unknown force able to scare one of the biggest crime lords in the city? Saxon had run the numbers, and just about the only things like that were Ozpin, General Ironwood and his army, or the apocalypse.

   | | Well, this law enforcer was smarter than he thought; Roman would give that to him. He was picking together pieces of why the dust smuggling was important, but he didn’t seem to understand what was really going on, especially when it came to how he was getting paid. His finger tapped humorlessly onto the bar surface while he motioned for the tender to bring him a glass of his usual. This was going to be a long night.

  “ I don’t think you understand as much as you think, officer. You’re focusing too much on your little assumptions that you’re not thinking about the big picture. ” Not that he’d tell him exactly what he was doing or give an excuse for it, either. “ In fact, I’m almost offended you’re so sure of that! I’m a convicted criminal as it is- one the largest dust smugglers in remnant, and the king of the Vale-Mistral crime line. You’re not thinking about the benefits of my work. I could kill you right where you sit if I wanted to. ” His last few words were laced with venom. That bite to his ego visibly angered him more than that smile let on.

[one-saxon-holmes]

"You misunderstand me, Mr. Torchwick. I'm a hunter, not an officer of the law- the police keep order, I keep peace. I hardly care that you're a criminal, you running the trade means that other petty thieves can't touch it, so there's some semblance of peace. Would a cop give you an out like that? One you haven't bought, that is."

Saxon paid for Roman's drink. Of course the mobster had gotten one of the most expensive things- though Holmes couldn't blame him for his taste if he wasn't blaming him for his... career.

"As for your ability to kill me, I dont doubt it. I do doubt you know who else has the information I have. And regardless, I don't necessarily think that; I boasted your accomplishments myself. I'm looking at a change in your pattern and some peculiar trends across vale- increased white fang activity, largely in your territory and the docks, increased Arson murders, that sort of thing, and attempting to work through the peculiarities as needed."

Saxon paused before saying, "The white fang are indoctrinated radicals so I can't do much without their leader, and the police are on the arson, but your change is largely ignored- because, again you buy an impressive amount of cops. The most likely things are someone ousted you from your spot and you're not as powerful, or someone is threatening you. You're not stupid, there is no way you make more lien than before. If someone ousted you, I want you back on top because you're a known element. If someone is threatening you, they're powerful enough to threaten Vale."

[remnantelmm-a]

Laurel had been working hard for days, but this time it wasn't on anything regarding the tailor shop. She'd been keeping herself up-to-date on the latest news again, focusing on one particular story involving one individual committing numerous thefts. And the tailor had the notes to prove her hard work.

She was reviewing everything she'd written down as she walked, when she suddenly felt herself accidentally bump into someone.

"S-sorry! I- Oh no!" The huntress knelt down and hurried to pick up the papers that had scattered.

@one-saxon-holmes

[one-saxon-holmes]

Saxon was distracted, kneeling, when he was bumped into by someone. He helped gather the scattered papers and handed them to the person as he got up.

"It is a nonissue. I am Saxon Holmes. And you are?"

[remnantelmm-a]

"Oh, uh... Laurel. Laurel Verne." She stood up carefully, taking the papers he'd gathered. "Th-thank you. Um... What brings you to Atlas?"

[one-saxon-holmes]

"Work for Miss Glynda Goodwhich. I'm a hunter. So, if I may, what are those papers for?"

Saxon was curious about this girl. He'd seen a bit of the page- and they weren't pretty things.

[remnantelmm-a]

Laurel had been working hard for days, but this time it wasn't on anything regarding the tailor shop. She'd been keeping herself up-to-date on the latest news again, focusing on one particular story involving one individual committing numerous thefts. And the tailor had the notes to prove her hard work.

She was reviewing everything she'd written down as she walked, when she suddenly felt herself accidentally bump into someone.

"S-sorry! I- Oh no!" The huntress knelt down and hurried to pick up the papers that had scattered.

@one-saxon-holmes

[one-saxon-holmes]

Saxon was distracted, kneeling, when he was bumped into by someone. He helped gather the scattered papers and handed them to the person as he got up.

"It is a nonissue. I am Saxon Holmes. And you are?"

[torbwick]

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@torbwick

Saxon sat in Junior’s pub. He was crazy to try this, and he knew it. He was a huntsman, he was supposed to apprehend criminals, not meet with them. But he had to.

He had arranged a meeting with Roman Torchwick to discuss a threat Saxon had grown worrisome about- and a buisness deal with Torchwick.

   | | There wasn’t a piece of this that Roman didn’t find funny in at least one way, shape or form. Someone who was written in the newspapers as some sort of self-proclaimed justice seeker deciding to meet up with one of the largest dust smugglers in Remnant.. not to mention in somewhere the murderer would find safe..

   This was a riot. But a peaceful one, instead.

   He strolled in with an air of confidence only someone who had done this many times would have. From the door to the bar, Torchwick was a welcome sight among Junior’s crew, those there moving aside to let him sit down. “ … Let’s keep this quick. ”

[one-saxon-holmes]

Saxon stood and offered the mobster a hand, "thank you for your time, Mr. Torchwick. I don't intend to waste any of it."

Saxon sat and ordered a wine for himself, "I'm willing to cover a few rounds of drink. Now then; I'm curious about your string of dust robberies- your profile indicates you much rather set up protection rackets and financial robberies. So it looks like you're either experimenting, and someone is flubbing the numbers and making it seem more profitable than it is," Saxon paused for a moment, "or you're scared of something."

Saxon wasn't judgmental. The way he saw it, Roman was as vital as a huntsman; both the officers and established mob gained from limiting petty crime, after all. So if Torchwick was scared, there was an issue.

"So, I'll tell you what- if I'm right, and someone has brought the mighty Torchwick to heel, give me their name and some evidence to convict them. In return, I'll destroy the evidence I've gathered against you- trust me, I know more than the general public, and against Neapolitan, as well as a decent lump sum, as well as a decent channel to sell off that stolen dust."

A bit generous for the detective, but he needed that name. A mobster could be dealt with, but an unknown force able to scare one of the biggest crime lords in the city? Saxon had run the numbers, and just about the only things like that were Ozpin, General Ironwood and his army, or the apocalypse.

[one-saxon-holmes]

@torbwick

Saxon sat in Junior's pub. He was crazy to try this, and he knew it. He was a huntsman, he was supposed to apprehend criminals, not meet with them. But he had to.

He had arranged a meeting with Roman Torchwick to discuss a threat Saxon had grown worrisome about- and a buisness deal with Torchwick.

[torbwick]

      Do you like Tax Evasion? What about Arson?

                Oh, how about general CRIME?

   Well do I have the boy for you! Please Like or Reblog if you’re interested in interacting with a somewhat canon-divergent, Private, and Semi-Selective Roman Torchwick from RWBY! 

[one-saxon-holmes]

@blakebelladonna-official

Saxon was walking around Vale, when he saw someone he recognized from school sitting alone. Having nothing better to do, he approached cautiously.

"Hello."

[blakebelladonna-official]

Blake was in the middle of reading when the person approached. She looked up slightly then back to the reading. “Hey.”

[one-saxon-holmes]

Saxon, bored and socially a bit inept, offered his hand to shake.

"My name is Saxon Holmes. And you are?"

[blakebelladonna-official]

Before answering she read the last lines of the current chapter she was on closing the book to place it down. She took his hand and shook it.

“Blake Belladonna.”

[one-saxon-holmes]

Saxon eyed the book, but didn't recognize it, and it was upside down with the spine away.

"What are you reading, if I may?"

As he looked at her, waiting for her answer, his semblance let him notice the way her bow seemed to move every so often. And it wasn't moving in the wind- it was just the bow, not her hair. Her moving bow couldn't be a trick of the light either- once, maybe, but it was somewhat constant, like a twitch...

... Mrs Belladonna was a faunus hiding her ears with a bow, then? Seemed painful. But there weren't many other options. Not that he was bothered- his fellow humans certainly warranted secrecy to the faunus who could do it.

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[northpolebear]

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Fairy Tail   {Sentence Starters}

“I won’t lose you. I can’t.“

“It’s not a sin to fall in love.”

“I do not need your sympathy.“

“It’s only the end if you give up!”

“Do whatever you think is right.“

“You don’t need a reason to cry.“

“Save the tears for when we win.”

“Weaklings will stay weak forever.“

“Then why don’t you try killing me?”

“In that case, you have nothing to fear.“

“What a joke; I’m not afraid of you at all!”

“Don’t feel insecure just because you lost!”

“We won’t survive unless we keep running!“

“I won’t give up, I will fight til the bitter end.”

“You don’t die for your friends, you live for them.”

“I must face the fear, I won’t let it control me anymore.”

“Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie.“

“It’s not a crime! Caring about your friends is not a crime!“

“I know it’s hard to get past it, but you got to break through.“

“If you are looking back all the time, you’ll never get ahead.“

“Care too little, you lose them. Care too much, you get hurt.“

“Plenty of blood came out in the end. Her opponent’s blood.“

“It’s not the goodbyes that hurt, it’s the flashbacks that follow.”

“Very few have the strength to sheath their sword once it’s out.”

“I don’t care where I get hurt, as long as my injuries are visible.”

“Fear isn’t  ‘evil’, it only allows us to learn our own weaknesses.“

“It’s hard looking for someone so small. So don’t leave my side.“

“If this world continues to reject me, then I shall reject the world.“

“I’ll always be watching you. I’ll definitely watch over you forever.“

“You have three choices, you can give up, give in, or give it your all.“

“Please, feel free to lean on me… and I too, will lean on you as well.“

“Forget what hurt you in the past, but never forget what it taught you.“

“If you truly desire greatness, you must first know what makes you weak!“

“It’s tough to accept, but I don’t have enough power left to defeat that guy.”

“You guys are complete idiots! I feel so sorry for you, I think I’m tearing up.”

“Unwavering faith and resilient bonds will bring even miracles to your side.“

“You taught me what it means to love, and for that I will be eternally grateful.”

“It is love that can make us strong, but it is also love that can make us weak.“

“The worst kind of pain is when you’re smiling just to stop the tears from falling.“

“When people realize how lonely it is being on their own, they will become kind.”

“The moment you think of giving up, think of the reason why you held on so long.“

“If one really wants to change the world… they have to do it with their own hands!“

“If I hadn’t believed in myself, then I wouldn’t have become the person I am today.”

“There are things in this world that you cannot oppose, no matter how hard you try.“

“There’s no need to change the past. Because of the past, we are who we are now.”

“People cry… not because they’re weak. Its because they’ve been strong for too long.“

“Everyone exists for a reason. As small as it can be. I’m sure you have a meaning, too.“

“Tears are how our heart speaks when your lips cannot describe how much we’ve been hurt.”

“So long as I can have the strength to do that, I don’t care if I’m weaker than everyone in the world.“

“A flower can’t choose the place where it blooms, and a child can’t choose the parents she’s born to.”

“Magic is not meant to be used to kill people… but, without power, we can’t protect the ones we love.”

“Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something.“

“There are people in this world that enjoy being alone, but there isn’t a single person that can bear solitude“

“The mistakes people make are usually labeled as experience. But with a true mistake, there will be no experience gained.“

“Moving on doesn’t mean you forget about things. It just means you have to accept what’s happened and continue living.”

“Don’t judge me unless you have looked through my eyes, experienced what I went through, and cried as many tears as me!”

“After everything I’ve faced… having a future with you snatched away from me is definitely the most terrifying thing I’ve ever had to endure.”

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"Make me, Miss Xiao Long." @one-saxon-holmes

suggestive starter memes | not accepting

Maybe, if she’d have been in a better head space she would have flirted more with Saxon, just to see how he would have taken to the reaction. Then again, maybe that was what he wanted? But when Saxon asked her to make him ‘shut up’, she did just that and clasped a hand over his mouth. “There! Happy now?”

[one-saxon-holmes]

Ooc: honestly flirting wasn't on his mind. Pure antagonism

[one-saxon-holmes]

Ask me things please!

[one-saxon-holmes]

@wiceschnee

Saxon wandered Beacon. It was early, an hour or two before most would be up. Good- his semblance would have given him a nasty headache. He was still processing just how big Beacon was, and that he was a part of a team. 

He found himself in the library, where he saw someone else sitting.

“Hello.”

[wiceschnee]

She lowers her book and looks at the other. She briefly recalled all the faces she’d gotten a name to put to since coming, but couldn’t match theirs to anything… So she slides her - remarkably fancy - bookmark into her book, cocking a brow at the other as she set it down. Instead of shooting back a pleasantry, she asked a simple question.

“Can I help you?”

[one-saxon-holmes]

Ah. Weiss Schnee. He should've known, and probably would have if he wasn't processing Beacon.

Regardless, he leaned against a shelf and spoke smoothly, "You assume I want something, Ms. Schnee. But I'm afraid I have you at a disadvantage- my name is Saxon Holmes."

Bored and curious, he spoke again after a brief pause, "actually, if I may, what are your reading?"