"They said that starting next week we could start roaming around the city..." Yelena's face could be seen through the dimly illuminated screen of a scroll, smiling. On the other side of the scroll, Patriot leaned on a wall, sitting on a couch, he had the small device at the palm of his hand.
"Oh and that partner of yours?" He asked, with Yelena sighing, Free could be seen walking out the dorm room and stretching his mechanical arms.
"Off to train, as per usual," Yelena said as a soft chuckle escaped Patriot, with the rabbit waving her father good night, the two ended their call, with Patriot sighing as he stood up from his seat. It has been weeks since he opened the business, with the community around softening up as children and adults began to frequent his establishment, some came to rent a book, while others went on to buy some more.
While it was barely noticeable at first, he seemed to begin receiving more and more Faunus customers, seemingly warding off his first regular ones. It again took some time for both Faunus and human customers to start visiting his establishment, with a rather awkward silence between the two... Yet neither human nor faunus really couldn't do much, with the red eyes of the wendigo watching over them...
Seeing as it was time to close down the book store, Patriot made his way out and sealed it close, wanting to buy off some beer or alcohol on the pub he now visited ever so often. In reality, however, he was bored, his wendigo body allowing him to resist all low alcoholic content bottles, it also did not help that he did not have anyone to talk to. He remembered the blizzard nights of him sitting around his comrades, drinking and forgetting their hardships, he wondered where they are now...
As he walked, soon he found himself on the pier that connected the trades of Vale to the entire world. He looked out beyond the horizon, of ships and island, he wondered again where his comrades were, and had they been lucky enough to be brought to this world...
Suddenly, an explosion erupted behind him, on the other side of the street. The man turned to see a dust shop roar in flames, but as he did, a lone figure walked out of the burning store, as if immune to the flames, the hooded figure carried a burning corpse as a bag filled with stolen dust was handled on the other hand.
Yet, unlike the initial surge of fear those who had witnessed such atrocities would experience, Patriot was attracted to the chaos, like a moth to a flame. No, it was not because of the chaos that he began approaching the burning store, but the figure, the perpetrator themselves. He recognized who it was.
"Alex?" He asked, immediately gaining the attention of the hooded figure. The figure dropped the corpse and the bag of dust as they drew out their blades, quickly attacking the surprised wendigo. But the Wendigo did not step back, simply blocking the strikes with his armour, he tried grabbing the figure, only for the other to jump backfiring two explosives onto the man.
"Stop this now Alex!" He said sternly as the explosives proved to be as ineffective as the melee strikes, taking a step forward. Seeing as how neither of their weapons could even push back the giant, the figure quickly withdrew, grabbing the bag and making a run for it.
Patriot knew who the figure was, and he knew that, no matter what, he would never have caught up. But... was the hooded figure the same person whom he knew as his comrade?
'The movement was certainly his own... but why did he attack me?' Patriot thought to himself as the police arrived, confusing the man as a white fang member, he only sighed as he was taken into custody...
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"I will do it!" A young man said, wearing a dark jacket and vest, his white-silvery hair poked out of his hood. In front of him, Patriot and a horned woman conversed with one another, now drawing their attention to him.
Looking down to greet their ally, the woman nodded as she turned around to face the kid, a stern look on her face as she gripped the scabbard holding her sword on her belt.
"Are you sure about that? We already have Crownslayer in wait. It is a scouting mission after all." She said, walking off, a door hissing as it rose up in front of her. Yet, the boy shouted once more, more determined this time, this caused the woman to stop, turning around once more, this time, she was annoyed.
"My sister is there!" He said, with the woman now return to where she previously stood, the door hissed closed as the boy could only notice her eyes. Burning. It felt different to the last time he looked at her eyes, no, she felt different, like a complete stranger with her appearance...
"Very well then, you may go rescue your sister." She said with a commanding voice, the boy nodding as he put on his mask, completely hiding his whole identity, he walked out of the room.
"You. Should not. Have. Allowed him." Patriot's broken speaker said, "He. to-to-to young. Unfit." His speaker sparked as he gave it a light slap, seemingly fixing it.
"His determination will even out what he lacks. After all, he has lost a loved one, am I right? Buldrokkas'tee?" She said with a smirk, leaving the room and the Wendigo, he stared outside the window, revealing the smoking ruined city they sacrificed hundreds of men to capture...
Shortly after, a report came in, with a single note written in messy handwriting, the warrior sighed as he placed it on his table, off to see his daughter depart to another battle with her squad...
"Skullshatterer has fallen, the mission has failed."
