#cigarsandclay

[zephyr-iffic]

Just Business (RWBY Verse, AU)

He smiled when he saw the wanted poster pop up on his car’s dash as part of the news. No one knew what he really looked like, but they were close…at least, to 17 year-old him. But that was four years ago. The legend of the Fortunate Thief had died.

Now, he pulled up to the curb, to meet his employer. “Hey there, fellas. Mind telling me where the Vale Museum of Art is? I have to drop off a work of art.”

[kaleanarratoi]

{Text to: Candle-boy} Hey, Torchwick. I need a favor.

[deathflameandwaves]

cigarsandclay

ð--  Ah, the city in the daytime! So pleasant, even if fashion faux-pas littered the streets. Humming idly to herself, Rjoda found herself idly wondering if there was anything worth seeing today. Thus far? Not so.

[zephyr-iffic]

A Flame in The Night

Zephyr sighed, looking into his crystal ball. It was...cloudy, as usual. No one had any fortunes that were worth telling, though he had been getting flickers. Sparks, even, of someone coming to meet him. Maybe tonight would be the night...

[pucelle-d-grimm]

"...Rather a chilly evening, is it not?" She gazed out at the rain from under the cover of the overhang next to the building, only acknowledging the man beside her with words, rather than looks.