#volume iii.

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[herwraths]

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[becomestormaa]

‘   why are you here again ?   ’   dragon faunus makes stride to the dancer, recognising her in league with cinder’s associates. the lie clan didn’t necessarily work under cinder, but as part of salem’s spy network, they were at least expected to be civil with one another, work together when the opportunity arose. ren was undercover, but what could cerise possibly be doing amongst the vital stands ? they sat down in the seat beside her, a noticeable lull in noise now that the break between matches had started. technically ren should have been spending as much time with their team as they could, they had been tasked with overseeing the next potential fall maiden, but - professional as they may be - pretending to be pleasant for so long continuously wore at their patience.   ‘   how is your faction’s mission proceeding ?   ’   @ceresiae   /   lucky dip sc.   /   for ren’s villain verse.

[valianse]

:^)

                                                 @miragesplits   /   unscripted.

well, this was awkward. try as he might to make himself comfortable amidst arena chairs, expressionism ‘pon girlish features hellbent on boring into jaune’s soul made that impossible. for an entire three matches, jaune had looked back and seen the cheshire smile directed at him, haunting and statuesque. someone more courageous might have asked what her problem was by now, but wolven boy had simply eaten his popcorn and sunk further and further into the chair, loosing this metaphorical staring contest time and time again when he flinched away from emerald gaze. culmination of anxiety snaps upon third match, nerves short circuiting as he finally faces her head on.

‘   d’ you want something   ?   ’

[vulpesd]

@ceresiae​   >   " Va cu o! Va cu o! Va cu o! " Henlo friend

a curious tilt of his head, strong eyebrow raised in question, unable to discern the reason behind such cheer. to sound so joyous, she must have been from the oasis ? fox had never heard tribesfolk so patriotic about where they came from.   ‘   do you know the team, or are you rooting just because they’re from shade   ?   ’   he found it hard to speak considering the cacophony of amity arena, would have preferred his normal method of communication, but this would do for now.

[becomestorm]

the detection of nearby enemies became harder to sense with a depleted aura. here they stood fighting alongside their so - called comrades, for a battle they cared very little for. combat came to them swiftly, naturally, all the while they tried to compartmentalise their thoughts and figure out their next objective. did they need to maintain this persona for much longer   ?   whose side did they fight for to keep up this facade   ?   the communications towers were down, so what of the mission   ?   did they continue on as planned   ?   —   such reverie flitted through their subconscious, the whirlwind cut through in one swift blow by the scream of a nearby fang grunt.

ren made an abrupt shove against weiss’ shoulder, noticing she was lacking in aura too, to quickly disarm the assailant. quick and painful strikes to the throat, between the ribs, digging to the point of excruciating before a swift kick sent the other faunus off kilter. a flash of bloodlust dulled out the man’s screams as ren’s boot on his wrist pressed down, and down, until fragile bones in his disarmed wrist snapped under pressure. they stopped. chastised themselves.   you must appear clumsier.   kinder.   ren turned back to weiss, forcefully contorting their visage into that of fear, worry, compassion.   ‘   weiss,   are you alright   ?   he was about to shoot you.   ’   @fractaele liked!

[becomestorm]

Falls asleep on them. And drools.

unscripted.

touch, over the years, has become something that ren inherently avoided unless in the situation was deemed appropriate. rarely did they instigate touch and would - at most - reciprocate it, and they didn’t see that changing in the foreseeable future. more often than people liked to believe, they wouldn’t even let nora touch them when ren was feeling particularly moody. considering their upbringing and what had become of their personality, it was instinctual at this point to shove people off, bat their hands away, verbally tell someone to back off, and ren had no qualms about telling someone not to invade their personal space when their own comfort was put on hold. but this   ?   it wasn’t entirely unbearable.

ren did feel uncomfortable, physically, they meant. there was drool on their shoulder, pins and needles in their right leg, the arm ruby leant on was asleep, but they didn’t feel that niggling itch creeping under their skin like they so often did when strangers approached them. while ruby and ren weren’t particularly close yet   (   it’s a clear “ yet ” in their mind, because ruby rose wasn’t the kind of person who made half - assed friendships, societal awkwardness aside   )   they felt a comfort near her akin to a dog, in the best sense that someone who was more comfortable abound animals could articulate. similarly, attempting to wake ruby to move would feel like shoving a sleeping animal off their person. and so ren simply fished their handkerchief out of their pocket, wiped away the drool, sighed heavily, and continued to read.

@petalfates​.

[becomestorm]

hesitancy lined their steps as they skirted the cliffs of emerald forest.   there had been few training exercises prior where ren and jaune had been separated from nora and pyrrha. balancing the team strengths made ren anxious. they knew of jaune’s durability now that his aura had been unlocked, but there was still something worrying about lacking both of the team’s powerhouses. ren was intelligent and had good instincts, but was only powerful in short bursts. jaune was strategic, but still inexperienced. they rarely were they paired together when it came to combat, opting for their respective battle partners. with mist thick, and the growl of nearby grimm near deafening ren couldn’t help but stress over whether they should focus on finding their teammates or completing the trail mission objective.

aura sparked at ren’s fingertips, head snapping towards the source of earth - shattering vibrations as an alpha beowolf cut through the mist towards them. ear shattering howl broke through the eerie atmosphere, and prompted ren into diving out of it’s way, but jaune was caught in the impact. a flood of aura shrouded ren’s body as they launched one of stormflower’s guns into a spinning arch, distracting the grimm while ren dived for their leader by the edge of the cliff. upon grip on jaune’s armour, he was immediately shrouded from grimm eyes too, but ren needed to root their spare gun into the cliff to keep from plunging into an abyss below. eyes widened as searing pain dug into their arm, tearing through the fabric of both their arm, and the thermal armour underneath it.   gods,   it hurts.   smog of dragon smoke exhaled through gritted teeth, eyes becoming slits.   are those claws   ?   @leonceu   +   plotted starter.