10-18-2016, 07:05 AM
A light thumping woke Amber from her nap. She woke up slow as always and stretched out under the covers. Damn. The feeling of being well rested really helps when you have done nothing but stress about not dying. The thumping continued, and soon the half-asleep faunus realized someone was knocking on her bedroom door.
“I'm coming, just a minute.” She called out the person behind the door as she sluggishly crawled out of bed. It was warmer down underground due to the heating vents connected to all the rooms. Although Amber’s spent her life with barefeet to snow, so it would matter to her if it was 10F, she'd be fine barefooted. She swiped the comforter from her bed and oozed her way to the door. The one on the other side was, of course, Murasaki.
“What’s up?” The careless faunus asked her companion with a yawn. She felt great but a long nap would have been nicer.
“We've got company. Some primes like you. They're searching for someone. Thought I should let you know.” He said leaning against her doorframe with his arms crossed. “I don't think the person they're hunting is here, but perhaps you can help them.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever I'll talk to them, but I'm going back to sleep afterwards.” She grumbled jokingly. Murasaki could see she was playing the angry-kitty card, he always thought it was kind of cute.
“I think they're in the bar grabbing a drink.” He said, turning his back and walking off back down to the control room. “Man we really need to hire someone to do this job so I don't have to.” Murasaki groaned as he walked off.
Amber threw her comforter back on her bed and grabbed Razorback off the weapon rack in her room. She didn't bother changing though, the only reason she grabbed Razorback is in case something got out of hand. Albeit, four primes on one would be a tough battle. Eh, Amber could just wreck all their faces with brute force.
The dirt hallway was colder than Amber’s room, but not by much. She headed for the small stairway that lead to the first level up to the bar room. The patrons were as loud as ever, and Amber’s super sensitive ears could hear them a floor below. When she finally slugged her way into the tavern, eyes drooped from having just woken up, she could see the team of mercenaries sitting at the bar.
From left to right: An adolescent woman, not much older than her probably, with black hair, mysterious; an older man with a katana at his side, he seemed to radiate some otherworldly presence that made Amber shiver; a much younger girl, possibly younger or mid teens, she had a shotgun on her back; lastly was the robot thing, it was this box mechanism on a wheel, wonder if it’s deadly. All of them were definitely prime though. Amber could feel the Omnilium on them, it was like a life force.
The ebony haired woman must have felt the Omnilium on Amber, because she turned around shot her bright blue eyes in the faunus’s direction. She approached the group quietly and took a seat next to the girl who had eyed her.
“Welcome to my sweet little village slash trading post.” She said joyfully while trying to hide her sleepy expression. “I hear you're looking for a fugitive here in the Frozen Fields?” She asked getting Bianca’s attention to bring her a soda.
“Yeah, you know of a guy named Ballad?” The ocean eyed adolescent asked sipping down some Dr. Pepper. The name was not familiar to Amber.
“The name doesn't ring any bells. What does Ballad look like?” She asked in return. Kuzuru spoke up.
“Green skin and a dark coat, hard to miss” He said leaning last the younger woman to look at the teenage cat. Amber rummaged through her memory for a moment. The island adventure still was a bit fuzzy but she remembers everyone she met there. No Ballad.
“Nah, sorry. Haven't seen him anywhere. You said he's here in the Fields right?” The ebony haired woman responded with a gentle nod. “Well if you need anything, let me know. I'm looking to grab some authority in this area and don't need a psychopathic lunatic raving around my snowcaps.”
“What about you come help help us?” Dawn said. Kuzuru was not too certain about that.
“I don't think we need anyone else, moving in this big of a group is already risky.” Amber laughed and put her caffeinated luxury down.
“He's right. While I love blowing off heads, you guys can handle what you've come into. That is why you're mercenaries, correct?” Dawn just continued to drink her soda.
“Never hurts to have back up.” She muttered to herself. “Anyways, that's all we needed.”
“I'm sorry I couldn't be much help.” Amber said standing up. “Bianca.”
“Yeah?” The bartender said leaning over the counter.
“Their drinks are on me, as much as they want.” She responded looking at the mercenaries.
“You got it boss.” Bianca said grabbing their glasses for a refill.
“You're welcome here anytime friends, if you need me, don't be afraid to give me a holler. Here's my communicator info.” The faunus scribbled on a scrap of paper, handing it to the ebony haired woman who took no thought in putting down in her communicator at that moment.
“Gratzie.” She replied passing the scrap to Kuzuru when she was finished with it.
“Have a good visit.” Amber said as she stood and headed back to her bedroom where another nap would commence post-haste.
“I'm coming, just a minute.” She called out the person behind the door as she sluggishly crawled out of bed. It was warmer down underground due to the heating vents connected to all the rooms. Although Amber’s spent her life with barefeet to snow, so it would matter to her if it was 10F, she'd be fine barefooted. She swiped the comforter from her bed and oozed her way to the door. The one on the other side was, of course, Murasaki.
“What’s up?” The careless faunus asked her companion with a yawn. She felt great but a long nap would have been nicer.
“We've got company. Some primes like you. They're searching for someone. Thought I should let you know.” He said leaning against her doorframe with his arms crossed. “I don't think the person they're hunting is here, but perhaps you can help them.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever I'll talk to them, but I'm going back to sleep afterwards.” She grumbled jokingly. Murasaki could see she was playing the angry-kitty card, he always thought it was kind of cute.
“I think they're in the bar grabbing a drink.” He said, turning his back and walking off back down to the control room. “Man we really need to hire someone to do this job so I don't have to.” Murasaki groaned as he walked off.
Amber threw her comforter back on her bed and grabbed Razorback off the weapon rack in her room. She didn't bother changing though, the only reason she grabbed Razorback is in case something got out of hand. Albeit, four primes on one would be a tough battle. Eh, Amber could just wreck all their faces with brute force.
The dirt hallway was colder than Amber’s room, but not by much. She headed for the small stairway that lead to the first level up to the bar room. The patrons were as loud as ever, and Amber’s super sensitive ears could hear them a floor below. When she finally slugged her way into the tavern, eyes drooped from having just woken up, she could see the team of mercenaries sitting at the bar.
From left to right: An adolescent woman, not much older than her probably, with black hair, mysterious; an older man with a katana at his side, he seemed to radiate some otherworldly presence that made Amber shiver; a much younger girl, possibly younger or mid teens, she had a shotgun on her back; lastly was the robot thing, it was this box mechanism on a wheel, wonder if it’s deadly. All of them were definitely prime though. Amber could feel the Omnilium on them, it was like a life force.
The ebony haired woman must have felt the Omnilium on Amber, because she turned around shot her bright blue eyes in the faunus’s direction. She approached the group quietly and took a seat next to the girl who had eyed her.
“Welcome to my sweet little village slash trading post.” She said joyfully while trying to hide her sleepy expression. “I hear you're looking for a fugitive here in the Frozen Fields?” She asked getting Bianca’s attention to bring her a soda.
“Yeah, you know of a guy named Ballad?” The ocean eyed adolescent asked sipping down some Dr. Pepper. The name was not familiar to Amber.
“The name doesn't ring any bells. What does Ballad look like?” She asked in return. Kuzuru spoke up.
“Green skin and a dark coat, hard to miss” He said leaning last the younger woman to look at the teenage cat. Amber rummaged through her memory for a moment. The island adventure still was a bit fuzzy but she remembers everyone she met there. No Ballad.
“Nah, sorry. Haven't seen him anywhere. You said he's here in the Fields right?” The ebony haired woman responded with a gentle nod. “Well if you need anything, let me know. I'm looking to grab some authority in this area and don't need a psychopathic lunatic raving around my snowcaps.”
“What about you come help help us?” Dawn said. Kuzuru was not too certain about that.
“I don't think we need anyone else, moving in this big of a group is already risky.” Amber laughed and put her caffeinated luxury down.
“He's right. While I love blowing off heads, you guys can handle what you've come into. That is why you're mercenaries, correct?” Dawn just continued to drink her soda.
“Never hurts to have back up.” She muttered to herself. “Anyways, that's all we needed.”
“I'm sorry I couldn't be much help.” Amber said standing up. “Bianca.”
“Yeah?” The bartender said leaning over the counter.
“Their drinks are on me, as much as they want.” She responded looking at the mercenaries.
“You got it boss.” Bianca said grabbing their glasses for a refill.
“You're welcome here anytime friends, if you need me, don't be afraid to give me a holler. Here's my communicator info.” The faunus scribbled on a scrap of paper, handing it to the ebony haired woman who took no thought in putting down in her communicator at that moment.
“Gratzie.” She replied passing the scrap to Kuzuru when she was finished with it.
“Have a good visit.” Amber said as she stood and headed back to her bedroom where another nap would commence post-haste.
"I've been neglected, harassed, beaten, and diminished all my life. What motivates me to continue? The glory of proving people wrong. Being worth more than the numbing existence offered me. To be a hero." - Amber