Chartreuse Blackthorne, a strange case indeed.
Brought to a mysterious world he hadn't even heard of, made friends he never could have dreamed of, and gained power he didn't think was possible to have.
Now though, he lives his life as a Junior at Ni...
Huntress 1: "We need to retreat, there are too many of them!" He shouts, taking two shots at a Beowulf. The Grimm went down, but more just trampled the corpse to run at the four Hunters. They were all injured, one more than the other three. She was bleeding, but still fired into the oncoming Grimm.
Leader (Huntress 2): "No! We need to. . . Take them all down!" She kept firing, but stopped. All of the Beowulves had. . . Suddenly froze. They turned to look behind them, their alpha having his back turned to them. It turns around, only to reveal that the bottom of it's jaw had been torn off. It tried to whimper out a warning to it's pack, but all that came out was choked gurgles. "Wh-. . . What the hell?" Five beams of dark energy shoot through the alpha's chest and a sixth pierces its head. The Beowulf almost instantly is reduced to dust, the ashes blowing away to reveal the culprit. . . A Faunus with rabbit ears and a possum's tail with a blue umbrella that complemented his outfit.
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The mysterious Faunus' left hand was outstretched, his index finger and thumb mimicking a gun. His index finger seemed to smoke, obviously being where the beams of dark energy were shot from. He blows on his finger, chuckling as shadows covered the top half of his face.
???: "Ara ara~ It seems Grimm aren't all their cracked up to be. . . But I suppose one is a major difference to a pack. Yare yare. . . Of all the things I have to deal with. . ." The glyphs on the backs of his gloves glowed a menacing purple hue. He closed his Umbrella, hovering his left hand above the ground in front of him. A glyph appeared, seemingly burning into the ground.
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He dropped the umbrella into it, the umbrella disappearing. A handle begins to rise out of the glyph, making the Faunus smile. He grips the handle firmly, pulling the rest of the weapon free.
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???: "I have to thank Riddle for teaching me this, though he did seem to appreciate my tart. . .~" All of the remaining Beowulves gagged at that. "What?! I baked him an apple tart as thanks! You- I didn't let him spread his creamy butter on my fluffy bunny buns for teaching me how to summoning things with my glyphs! I- Ugh. . . Just die." He charges forward, catching the Grimm off guard as he sliced his way through them.
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Everything seemed to fall silent, the only sound being a blade slicing through flesh. The Huntsman watched in shock as the Faunus did what they couldn't with ease, his sword carving through Grimm like butter. Soon there was only one Grimm left, but it cowered and whined for mercy. The mysterious Faunus looked down with a psychotic smile and began chopping, slicing, and hacking at the Grimm as he laughed in twisted glee.
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???: "Hah. . ." The Faunus sighs in relief, the Grimm below him and around him dissolving into dust that blew away in the wind. He rises to his feet, summoning the glyph from earlier and dropping the sword into it. The handle of the umbrella rises out of it, the Faunus pulling it out and twirling it elegantly before opening it. "Much better, I take it that you all are okay. . . Besides those shallow gashes and scrapes?" He asks, his voice remaining cheerful but his eyes housing concern.
Leader: "Yeah, it's nothing we can't heal from. Thanks for. . . Whatever that was." The Faunus smiles, turning to walk off. He stops suddenly, turning his head to flash a smile.
Chartreuse: "The name's Chartreuse. . . Chartreuse Blackthorne. A pleasure to meet you, but I MUST be off. I'm late, I'm late! For a very important date!" He chuckles, dashing off into the treeline. The team of Hunters were left in confusion, but one question stuck to their minds. . .
