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Interlunium Act 2: Chapter 1, a rwby fanfic. ACT 2: The Culling"Your hopes have become my burden. I will find my own liberation.."- Blake Belladonna - Note: This is a background chapter, detailing events that took place before the first chapter of this story. The Third Age. Year 2. Mid- February. Reinser Village. The masked man weaved through the crowds, as small as it were. The sun had yet to rise, but for the inhabitants of Reinser village, life begin while the rest of the world remained asleep. Sturdy yet mud- stained architecture of wood and stone matched the locals and their faces and clothes smeared with aged dirt from years of exposure to the elements. The Cool and Unusual Punishment trope as used in popular culture. There comes a time in every adventure show when the hero must face torture. But beating and. Cheatbook your source for Cheats, Video game Cheat Codes and Game Hints, Walkthroughs, FAQ, Games Trainer, Games Guides, Secrets, cheatsbook. Somewhere, tractors bellowed and coughed, dark fumes rising from the pipe. Some carried shovels and pikes, with a few odd wagons with creaking wheels, all trudging towards the village gate, toward the stout, towering walls further in the horizon, beyond the thick gate where the vast farmlands of Agricultural District – or Nahren Matres, as the Valeans called it – stretched across the southern portion of the city of Vale. A young man grunted as he pulled a wagon filled with rusted tools, occasional patches of scales barely visible under layers of grime. A young woman blinked sleep out of her eyes as she pushed the cart from behind, her furry ears drooping down the side of her head. An old man with yellowed tusks lumbered with a hunched back, sweat pouring down his face as if the very act of walking was taxing. ![]() If you want to know why your parents are the way they are, it's because they were likely raised on a series of deeply disturbing educational films. Back before kids. As awful as war is, it's still being fought by human beings, and they don't just check their humanity at the door. Sometimes, right in the heat of battle, sympathy. A middle- aged woman fumbled with her trousers as she tucked in her tail, not wanting it to get in the way. They were all different in more ways than one, yet they shared just as many similarities. The faces crusted with mud, the heaviness of their gait, the slumped shoulders, the looks of resignation after being forced through years of monotonous hardships. His people. His brothers and sisters. With gritted teeth he moved on, towards the tallest and the only building that wasn't coated with dirt, and without even bothering to knock he entered. The lobby – small and sparsely furnished – was empty save for one lone soul who snoozed the day away, face buried under an old magazine. The masked man frowned, his disdain only discernible by the thin line of his lips. His foot shot out and struck the nearby chair, hard enough to send the piece of furniture crashing into the wall. Startled by the noise, the sleeper woke up, the magazine slipping down to reveal a mousy face with complementing thin whiskers. Whu- ? Whozzat?"The diminutive man blanched when he recognised the individual. M- me apologies, good sir! I didn't mean to doze off, honest!""Had I been an intruder, you would've been the first to die," the masked man's quietly spoke, his voice as cold as the blade strapped to his side."I- I swear, good sir, that won't be happening again!""No," the man drawled, his fingers lightly caressing the black wrapped handle of his blade, "You won't.""Wait wait wait!"That was when the door slammed open somewhere above, soon accompanied by thunderous noise as heavy set of feet scampered down the stairs. SHUT THE FUCK U- !" A giant roared, before abruptly ceasing as he took in the scene."Loud as ever, I see." The masked man flatly stated."Still the same arrogant piece of shit, eh?" The giant grinned toothily, though his hand slowly inched toward the handle of the monstrous chainsaw strapped to his back. The masked man responded in kind, glimmer of red showing as the blade was slowly drawn. The rat- faced man hugged the wall, eyes wide in fear as thick tension smothered him. It was dispelled when someone coughed, and the two turned to see an unnaturally thin man at the feet of the steps. As much as I'd like to see where this goes," the man began, his voice oily and warped, "Our leader suggested you gentlemen to tear each other apart after our work is done. That, and the mayor would like to please ask you to refrain from spilling blood in his house, as they are rather difficult to clean and even more so explaining them."Reluctantly they eased up, though exchanged a wordless hostility. With a disapproving shake of head the thin man waved at the mousy man, who in turn hurried to a bookshelf, before pulling out a book. A quiet click preceded the grinding of wood against stone as a section of the wall slid to the side, the beginning of a stone staircase descending downward barely visible in daylight. The beefy giant grumbled as he bent down, the passageway not tall enough to accommodate his well- over six feet height. One by one the pathway swallowed them, plunging them into complete darkness when the wall slid back into place. The underground passage was poorly lit, occasional naked light bulbs fixated on the low ceiling barely shedding its light, though none of them seemed too bothered by the lack of illumination. The passage winded in a coil spiralling downward, and at the feet lied a steel door. The giant's meaty hand clanged loudly against the surface, and a metal plate slid to the side, revealing a pair of eyes that seemed to glow in the dark."Just a moment." The shutter closed, and at the same time sound of rattling chain and screech of metal against metal resounded from the other side of the door before it opened. A young woman stepped aside, her long black hair tied back in a loose ponytail, her black cat ears twitching as she allowed them through. Her golden eyes froze when it met with his reds, hidden behind the slits of his Grimm mask. Under normal circumstances her face – usually tight and guarded – would often relax into a small quirk of her lips whenever they locked eyes, or when they were alone, not needing to fear others' scrutinising gazes. Now, she looked troubled, as if she was trying her hardest to hide whatever that was eating at her. Sir." Her acknowledgement came in clipped, formal tone, the kind that she used to address her superiors. Adam grunted, but gave no further reply, nor was the girl waiting for one as she led them to another set of doors at the end of the narrow corridor, sliver of light peeking through the slits between the door and its frame. With a loud groan the door swung open, and inside they stepped in, to a wide spacious hall, bare walls with chipped paint coats and numerous cracks that ran across the surfaces. Sets of wooden doors was scattered about, each leading to more doors that sheltered rooms for equipment and personnel. It was just as ramshackle as the rest of the village, the only exception being the lack of stink. A large round table stood in the centre, and around it many chairs, some which were claimed by men and women with differing animalistic features. At the 'head' of the table sat a man as big as the chainsaw- wielding Faunus, though instead of short black hair, wild fiery mane framed his scarred face. Like the rest, he wore black sleeveless vest under the white padded body armour, three jagged crimson lines running down a lupine beast's head painted in equal shade of red. All eyes turned to the newcomer with varying looks, the scowls outnumbering the smiles. Adam paid them no heed, however."Adam," the lion Faunus rumbled, "I take it the infestation has been cleared out?"Ever a man of few words, Adam gave a curt nod. Few of the frowns deepened, though reigned in from voicing their displeasure at what they perceived as disrespect. Adam Taurus was an arrogant man, but he had the skills – and the kills – to back his ego."Ah, that's great to hear, thank you." A portly man piped in from the side. Dressed in smart pinstripe suit that starkly contrasted with the decrepitude of Reinser village, the bald man was the black sheep of the room, in a literal sense. We won't have to worry about Grimm prowling around the village for a while.""Back to the plan, mayor." The Lion growled. The sheep Faunus hastily nodded. Yes, of course, of course."Adam took one of the unclaimed seat. Any changes I should be aware of?"The leader of the White Fang shook his head. No, we proceed as planned. The men are in place, they're just waiting for you to lead them.""When do I leave?""Tomorrow morning. But you won't be going alone." The Lion jerked his head, and the chainsaw- wielder grumbled under his breath. Adam said nothing, but the Lion didn't bother to wait for his acknowledgement. You're all aware of your orders. Carry them out, and starting tomorrow, we'll be one step closer to attaining our unified dream.""Sir!" The gathered lieutenants saluted."That will be all. |
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