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she’d just been starting to get used to the city in the sky.  despite the fact that everyone was trying to attack her there, it had been easy enough to get around while hidden.  but now she was back here, where she’d originally started.  the main branch of the city had changed quite a bit however, there were ghost like things that she’d heard called wraiths, either way, not something she wanted to get hit by, since she’d seen the claws of one cut through concrete like nothing.

the only real bright side was that her power had been restored to her.  not only that, but she’d found her wooden sword replaced with her own sword, Himitsucalibur.

as such she’d found herself on the hunt.  Now, with all of her strength back, and everyone else too preoccupied to think about anything but the wraiths was the perfect time to hunt sabers down.  

and it didn’t take her long to find one.  A girl wielding what seemed to be a fencing sword just happened to be finishing off one of the nearby wraiths.  a perfect opportunity.

with her presence perfectly hidden, she dashed at the girl, forgetting that without her hair in a ponytail, her hat wasn’t secured to her head at all.  and at the speed it was going, it just blew right off, breaking her presence concealment, and allowing the girl to see her, she’d have to do something to fix that.

well, if she was abandoning stealth, she might as well make a show of it

She’d never admit it, but Riku definitely missed the repetitive motion that came with drawing new designs for the shop’s seasonal line. As each stroke was different, it came with something new to add to the picture. And if she messed up, well that’s why erasers existed and wasn’t a masochist to actually draw with a pen like actual artists did.

Though today she was observing the other employees and using their faces as examples to flesh out how the clothes would look on another person, but it probably looked like outright glaring to someone else.

    for someone to be powerful enough to bring HER -- of all people -- to this place...one would think anger would be at the forefront. a rage that rivaled that of learning that ozpin had reincarnated. make no mistake-- it is there, bubbling under the surface like the inky black pools of grimm, threatening to bubble over. she has been taken, her powers? practically stripped; weakened and given some package like a damn housewarming gift. was it meant to act as a mockery? a showing off power that they KNEW who she was on an intimate level? and nothing could be done about it? 

                  it was infuriating. 

    she didn’t like it one bit-- knowing nothing of this land, leaving her to stumble about like a newborn fawn. and stumbling hardly yielded any results and she refused to do just that. however hard they wanted to throw her off, she wouldn’t allow it. no-- she’ll learn this place. learn their secrets and make them her own.  

   -- but first, there’s another important matter to attend to.

        weiss schnee. former heiress and a member of ozpin’s little rag-tag group of soldiers. so she was here as well? if so, then there was a CHANCE the rest of them were here too. and yet there she was, all by herself. doesn’t she realize dangers lurk in the dark, no matter where one may be?

           “ Someone is far away from home. “ her words are calm & steady, gaze focused on the girl. how luckily for her to run into one of his people her first night in this glorified prison. 

          embarrassment aside of almost mistaking weiss for her older sister, this time yang is 100% certain that this is, in fact, her teammate. she looks cozy, as if she truly belonged in this frosty scenario; this isn’t a surprise, though. what strikes her is the fact that she’s here. all of team rwby is here, & though this greatly eases her mind about their whereabouts, it also makes her wonder: why ?

         all this wondering certainly can and will wait for a more appropriate time. for she’s totally going behind weiss for a dirty sneaky attack that, mind you,  would’ve worked just fine if she hadn’t slipped and grabbed onto the other to soften her fall. yeah, there they go right into the snow. way to go yang.

Out of the few places that he’s visited so far, none of them really speak to him very much. Despite the fact that he’s been to so many worlds in his young life, for some reason, now more than ever, he feels...a little homesick. Never being a big fan of cold climates, and not knowing many cold climates, this place doesn’t exactly feel the most welcoming to him. Not to mention his friends aren’t with him. But hey, that never stopped him in the past. Maybe if he’s lucky, he’ll make the most of his time here. After all, it doesn’t seem like there’s anyway out, at least for quite a while.

And another thing, ever since arriving, he’d noticed that for what feels like the millionth time, he is mostly powerless. In front of his friends, he tries to pass this off as no big deal, but the feeling of being powerless eats away at him. More than he can say out loud, being able to do nothing is so frustrating. Despite what Riku had said to him in the past, he can’t help but feel weak without having friends by his side.

Wanting to find some place to think for a while, one of the places that sounds appealing to him is known simply as The Docks. Finally, a place with some water. Maybe the sound of the water gently flowing will help put his mind at ease, while also at least a little bit, easing that feeling of homesickness. With that in mind, he takes off immediately.

When he finally reaches The Docks, he takes a seat on the first empty bench he finds, leaning back a little while placing his hands behind his head. While the scenery of the world certainly pales in comparison to the Destiny Islands, there was something at least...kind of calming about being near the water.

Without even thinking, almost as if his body is moving on it’s own, he extends his hand forward as his Keyblade manifests in his hand. 

As she’s wont to do around water, Hella’s begun thinking about boats.

She hasn’t quite been able to leave Nectar, partially because she likes to be around the smell of salt and sea, partially because everyone she knows from Hieron seems to be here. Partially because she’s fairly certain her sword is here, if it’s anywhere. And partially because she’s not quite ready to repeat the experience of riding a train through an unsettling void of stars.

She’s lingering on the docks that are just outside a short, glassy building, gazing out to sea. The wind and tides are all different, here, as Hella supposes they must be everywhere below Hieron. The last time she’d tried sailing a boat in a place like that, it had gone pretty badly, but, looking out over unfamiliar waters, she has the itch to try again. Really learn the rhythms of this sea. Maybe, somehow, she could even sail back to Samol’s and her friends.

If she had a boat, that is. Hella has yet to see a single vessel out on this expansive ocean, which doesn’t feel like a good sign. All this water, and no one had a boat? Granted, the abundance of shallows and sandbars made for treacherous sailing, but once you pushed out past that...

Hella turns around and begins to make her way down the docks. The building here, called Bi Xiu, seemed worth investigating. It seemed likely there would be someone inside who knew about seafaring.