Get Back on Your Feet: Act I, Part III
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The music from Junior’s club could be heard from the street as the two huntresses approached the building. Walking inside of the establishment, the pair could feel the beat of that bass vibrating through their bodies. Yang looked around the dance club. Everyone was dressed in their finest club going attire, causing the blonde to look down at herself. Dressed in her baggy jacket and cargo pants, she didn’t really look like she belonged here. On any normal occasion, she would’ve waltzed into the club, dressed up and making the heads turn. But this was different. She pulled her right sleeve down a bit more, trying to hide the red metal. Hopefully in the dim light of the open room nobody would notice.
She let out a sigh as she moved down the steps. The strobe lights above flashing and changing color with the beat of the music. Weiss followed her as she walked around the dance floor, making her way to the bar in the back. She noticed a bearded man at the bar, in casual dress attire and a pair of red tinted sunglasses. He appeared to spot the pair walking towards his bar, as he smiled seeing the approaching blonde.
Yang took a seat at the bar, resting her left arm on the counter. The man took his sunglasses off as he leaned against it. “Blondie,” He said, a small smirk forming on his lips.
“Junior,” Yang said in return, a smirk of her own beginning to show.
“Strawberry sunrise, right?” He leaned off the counter and motioned to one of his men.
Yang held up her hand, politely refusing his offer. “Not tonight. I need to keep a clear head.”
Junior gave the brawler a questioning look. He decided to brush it off, for she didn’t blow her way in here tonight. For that he was thankful. It was also strange though. Normally the blonde was a hot headed fighter, but tonight she just seemed… off. He hadn’t seen her or heard anything about her since the incident in the Vytal Festival Tournament. “You okay, Blondie?” He gave the girl a questioning look.
Yang looked away from her contact. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m actually here looking for someone.”
Junior rolled his eyes. “Of course you are.”
Looking back to him, Yang shot him a smirk. “Well, why else would I keep you around?”
“Ha ha,” The man rolled his eyes again. “Now tell me, who are you looking for?”
Yang reached into her right pocket, pulling out her scroll and opening it to a picture of team RWBY. One that they took on their initiation day, when they were formed up as a team. “This girl, the one in bl…”
Yang was cut off by Junior grabbing her metal arm, causing her to drop her scroll onto the bar. “What the hell?” He said, pulling up the sweater sleeve, revealing her arm up to the elbow. “How did this happen?”
Yang looked away from the man again. “It’s not important.”
“I call bullshit.” Junior eyed Yang intently. Timid is not a word he would use to describe the girl. “Did this happen during the fall?” The brawler nodded, still not looking at the man. “Who did this?”
“A member of the White Fang.” Junior let go of the metal appendage, releasing a sigh. She was too young to of had to go through that. “Now are you going to help me find my friend or not?” Friend. Maybe that wasn’t the right word. Could she really say Blake was still a friend?
Letting out another sigh, the bearded man ran a hand over his face. “Yeah, sure. Who specifically?”
Yang grabbed her scroll back off the bar and reopened it to the picture. “Blake Belladonna. The girl in black. She’s a faunus. Have you or anyone seen her?”
Junior took the scroll, eyeing the picture carefully before giving Yang a smile. “Yeah, she’s been seen. She’s been operating to the west, over by the cliffs to the school.” He pulled out his own scroll and pressed the screen a few times, handing it to Yang. “That apartment has been seen with the lights on frequently. Nobody lives in that section of the city, so it’s a bit strange a light would be on. It would be the best place to check.”
Yang smiled, taking her scroll back while returning his, slipping it back into her pocket. “Thanks, Junior.”
“No problem.” He looked as Yang pulled her sleeve down again. Hiding the red arm. “Hey, Blondie.” Yang looked back to him. “Take care out there. All the grimm haven’t been cleared out of there yet.”
Yang shot the man a cocky grin. “You act like you don’t know who you’re talking too.”
The pair made great time to the section where Blake was believed to be. Yang didn’t speak much. She was too busy thinking of what she was going to say to Blake, so the pair traveled in a comfortable silence. Every now and again, Weiss would try to start a conversation, only to receive a nod or a shrug in return from the blonde. She realized whatever the blonde was thinking of must be weighing heavy on her mind, choosing to accept the silence.
Soon, they came across the apartment complex from the picture. The window with the light on in the picture was dark though. Weiss looked to Yang, giving her a concerned look. “Are you sure you can trust his information?” The white haired girl questioned. She may be a bit skeptical of the whole thing.
“Yeah,” Yang answered with a nod. “He seemed genuinely concerned. A bit strange for how I’m used to Junior. Normally he just seems annoyed.” Yang shrugged as she began to walk towards the building. “Maybe it was because I didn’t have to force my way in this time.”
Weiss followed the girl. “Wait, is that the club Ruby told me she found you outside of that one night?”
The blonde chuckled at the memory. Her sister’s face when she emerged from the window that Junior came shooting out of was priceless. “Yep,” Yang said popping the p, turning to give Weiss a smile. “Now we should be quite. Don’t wanna spook her.”
Weiss nodded in agreement as they walked through the front door of the complex. Making their way up the stairs, they came to the door to the apartment in the picture. Once inside, it was easy to tell the place had been being lived in. It was in very good condition. Almost untouched by any dirt or dust, whereas the hallway was dirty, littered with dirt and in slight disrepair. But as it turned out, the current resident was nowhere to be found.
Venturing further in, Yang found the bedroom. The bed was neatly made and resting on the nightstand was a book. Walking over to pick it up, she noticed it was one of the books Blake had mentioned being a personal favorite of hers. Blake was obviously the one dwelling here. She put the book back down when she heard Weiss yell her name from across the hall.
Walking into the room, Yang was greeted with Weiss pointing to a map of Vale and its surrounding areas. The map was marked up with several red circles. All but one was crossed out with a crudely drawn X. Looking to the the circle that had yet to be crossed off, Yang noticed it was placed in the Forever Fall forest.
“Think that’s where she may be?” Weiss questioned.
Yang shrugged again. “It’s worth a shot, but shouldn’t we wait here for her? Some of her stuff is still in the next room.”
“If you notice what’s posted around the map…” Weiss motioned to the pictures placed around the map. Most of them being of the White Fang. One of them being of the man that took Yang’s arm. “… It looks as though she is after the White Fang. She might not come back.” Weiss pointed to the picture of the man. “Remember what he did to you.”
Yang gritted her teeth. “I don’t need you to remind me.” She held up her right arm. “This does a damn fine job of doing it.” The blonde noticed Weiss look down to her feet, obviously aware that she struck a nerve in the blonde. Letting out a sigh, Yang made up her mind. “To Forever Fall it is then.”
A man dressed in black and red stood up from his chair. He walked over to a table, stowed away in the corner of his tent. He picked up the golden gauntlet placed upon it, looking it over. He smiled, though still perplexed about it. There was something different, something oddly familiar about the fiery blonde who attacked him. He easily could have killed her, but something told him not to. Something told him there was more to the fighter than what met his eyes. Maybe he’d have to ask his mother about it when they met up again.
Before he could go to sit back down, His lieutenant came through the tent flap door. “Adam, sir.” He turned to face the man. “We received word, said to meet her in Haven.”
Adam nodded, putting the gauntlet back down. “Tell the men to begin to pack up. We leave by sunrise.” Maybe he’d get to see his mother sooner than he expected.
- Well that was that. I hope it was enjoyable. Please, feedback is always welcomed. -
