𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

     don’t  get  him  wrong.  there  were  days  where  he  very  well  could  sit  there  &&  actually  take  his  job  seriously.      his  seen  it  before.  men  &&  women  in  his  position  going  hungry  with  power,  letting  their  title  seem  to  rule  their  very  judgement.  but  him ... ??  he  just  didn’t  seem  to  care.  there  was  more  to  that  face  then  what  others  could  assume,  but  this  facade  was  best  for  him.      a  knock  seems  to  distract  him  from  his  thoughts.  if  he  was  honest,  his  own  company  was  probably  more  beneficial  to  him  right  now.

          “ sorry.  no  ones  in  right  now.  maybe  come  back  in  two  to  three  working  days  when  i’ve  found  a  care ?? ”

Silas takes a look over the heiress’ shoulder, peeking at her huntsman license. Technically speaking, he never really gotten his official huntsman license, but being a bounty hunter, he’s at least registered within the guild…at least he hopes that how it goes. 

“I just don’t think about it too much…the novelty begins to wear off when the Grimm are at your throats.”

     despite  the  all  too  real  reality  that  the  other  seemed  to  express,  when  it  was  somewhat  broken  down  within  her  mind ... she  agreed  with  him.  it  seemed  with  how  the  world  was  going,  thinking  all  too  much  about  a  title  just  didn’t  seem ... something  to  worry  about.      she  merely  offers  a  sigh  towards  him ... remaining  silent  for  just  an  extra  moment  before  she  finally  puts  her  scroll  away,  recollecting  herself  to  eventually  look  back  towards  him.

Ren tenses ever so slightly as she places a hand on his shoulder and looks at him, but he doesn’t pull away. The gesture doesn’t seem like a threatening one-in fact, this whole scenario seems rather innocuous despite who he’s talking to. Like she means no ill will towards him at all.. “But you blame her anyway.” He says. Again, it isn’t a question, or even a judgment. It’s merely an observation of the situation in front of him. “Like I said, I’m sorry that you lost him-I wouldn’t wish losing someone you love on even my worst enemy. If I had one of those, I mean. But getting revenge on Ruby isn’t going to bring him back, Neopolitan.” He says softly. “Trust me. It might make you feel better at first, but after the fact, Roman is still going to be gone.”

     of  course  she  blames  little  red.  to  her,  she  was  the  sole  reason  roman’s  death  transpired  in  the  first  place.  if  she  just  stayed  out  of  the  way  from  the  very  beginning,  then  he  would  still  be  here.      no ... she  knows  that  there  is  more  to  this  then  what  she  wants  to  believe.  she  knows  that  this  power  hungry  maiden  also  played  a  part  in  his  death ... but  she  could  help  her  get  close  to  little  red.  she  could  help  her  take  that  little  brat  down  first  then  while  she  weak ... take  her  out.

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Ren wishes he’s better at this, but he simply doesn’t know who she’s talking about. At least, until she shows him the wanted poster of someone he’s never faced directly and only heard about from Ruby. However, there’s no mistaking who she’s pretending to be when she pantomimes a cloak behind her, and points at her eyes. “Ruby.” He murmurs, looking at Neopolitan. “Ruby wouldn’t do that. She doesn’t kill people.” He says immediately, wondering if defending Ruby will make her angry. After all, if she believes Ruby killed Roman Torchwick, maybe there’s no stopping her rage against Ruby. But he can certainly try to at least talk her down.

it’s hard, though, when he has so little information about any of this. But he’s sure going to try.

        “    no    …    strange, considering he was the best pick,    ”    the lion faunus answered, one ear twitching beneath crimson locks. he watched the screen with caution and kept his hands in his pockets, gauntlets ever at the ready. a soldier through and through, this one    —    but not an Atlesian, simply in the city on business.    “    i’m not much of a betting man, but that just seems unlikely.    ”

        he turned to face the red-eyed man and smiled widely.    “    maybe you’re just bad luck, sir.    ”    Adamos couldn’t have known how accurate that was.

     a  frustrated  sigh  was  to  emit  from  the  huntsmen’s  lips ... not  so  much  towards  the  other,  he  wasn’t  to  know  the  accuracy  behind  those  words ... regardless  they  still  sting,  no  matter  the  circumstance.      a  hand  is  raised,  fingers  running  through  un  kept,  dark  locks ... his  eye’s  flicker  towards  the  other  for  a  moment  or  two ... only  to  go  back  towards  the  screen.

          “ you  don’t  even  know  the  half  of  it. ”

     he  rearranges  his  own  position,  turning  his  back  towards  the  screen ... a  drink ??  not  that  kind  of  drink ... no ... those  day’s  seemed  to  be  behind  him ... something  still ... a  water ??  that  would  probably  help  him  more  then  anything.      a  subtle  point  of  a  finger  was  given  towards  the  other.  they’ve  only  engaged  in  small  talk  around  the  race  but  he  guessed  it  was  just  a  kind  gesture.

So many things were unraveling at the same time, it almost felt like the end of the world. Between the chaos in both Atlas and Mantle, and that looming storm on the horizon, Yuki wasn’t sure what to do anymore. 

He was bumped from his thoughts when someone tapped his arm. Yuki turned to see a girl with very pretty eyes, pointing out to the destruction in Atlas. There was something off about her expression, but he shook his head and sighed. “It’s all going to hell. At this point, I wonder if the kingdom can even be saved…”

     the  looming  threat  of  this ... salem ??  her  job  was  already  done.  that  power  hungry  woman  got  what  she  wanted.  she  simply  sticks  around  her  until  little  red  is  done  for ... once  that’s  done,  she’s  content,  her  revenge  is  complete.      she  doesn’t  care  for  anyone  else,  she  doesn’t  care  for  the  kingdoms,  if  they  go  down ... that  was  fine  with  her.      she  listens  to  what  the  other  has  to  say,  but  to  his  words ... the  young  thief  gives  a  mere  shrug.  a  simple  sign  to  show  where  she  aligns  with  all  of  this.

     despite  the  fact  that  the  title  was  labelled  right  there  on  her  own  profile  as  a  huntress ... for  some  reason,  the  feeling  just  wasn’t  sitting  there  with  her ... ??      she  couldn’t  place  as  to  why ??  she  worked  hard  to  get  here,  she  participated  in  missions  that  only  licensed  huntsmen  could  &&  even  still ... she  still  didn’t  have  the  feeling  that  she  deserved  to  this  particular  title ... especially  here  of  all  places ...

          “ it’s  taking  a  little  getting  used  to  i  suppose ?? ”

     if  there  was  one  thing  keeping  his  mind  off  of  circumstances  hovering  as  of  late,  often  watching  entertainment  events  on  screens  around  the  city  was  just  that.      but  this  race  seemed  to  be  out  of  his  favour.  just  his  luck  really  when  it  all  came  down  to  it ??  if  there  was  one  thing  he  could  be  thankful ... it  was  that  he  never  placed  too  much  lien  on  a  bet.  if  he  did ... he  would  never  have  any  money  to  his  name.      for  the  time  being,  as  the  race  seemed  to  push  on,  he  turns  towards  another  individual,  pointing  up  at  the  screen.

          “ not  looking  so  good  for  him  now,  is  it ??  had  twenty  on  him. ”