White Whistle Of Remnant (RWBY x Made In Abyss)

Homestead Depravity

Ozen's new home was intriguing, to say the least.

She'd awoken at a time closing on noon due to repeated slamming on her door. Turns out, walking into hotels wrapped in dry blood wasn't an appreciated hobby in Patch. After a rational and reluctant trip to a small police station, everything cleared after an hour or so of dry conversation.

Additionally, to the adamancy of the officers, she'd received word regarding a cottage way away into the foresty. Secluded, hidden in the woods, near the edge of Patch, close enough for the wails and crashing of tides to be heard. Its location made it an invigorating spot for Grimm to roam in. There was more to it, however.

Supposedly, the area was unattended for quite some time, leaving it a welcoming picking to anyone willing to claim it as their own. The idea of a huntsman party crossed the authorities many times, but the few present had more pressing matters than a dilapidated section of a small island.

There's a rumoured existence of a form of "Sea Grimm," something unlisted and uncategorized within the maleficient species. The prospect of temporary stead and hands-on experience with Grimm welled the need for knowledgeable acquisition. She'd wait for night to begin her hunt.

The authorities also provided her with a set of rudimentary clothes, close to her same attire, though missing her accustomed cloak.

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"Patch Community Library. Suppose it is communal and larger than most buildings, but even Orth has better than this."

The library could've easily misinformed anyone to be another residence, its title being the only verifying sign. Its door wildly sprung open as Ozen approached it, a pair of children running out. One of bright yellow and unkemptness, the other of onesided neck length hair, fashioned with red tips.

Paying no attention to their surroundings, the former of the two slammed into Ozen's knee, stumbling back as she held her nose, tears withholding themselves.

"I'm so sorry about that, Ma'am! Yang! Ruby! Don't run through the doors! You could've hit this kind lady." A woman, presumably their mother, emerged from the inside, appearing closer in relation to the red-headed child than the other. Neither of which could be anything older than ten.

"Sorry, Mom! Sorry, Lady." Ruby chimed in, paying more attention to anything but the current situation.

"A-ah Sorry, Mom Sorry," The blonde's vision was watering as she crept her way up to Ozen's eyes. Blank expression, encountering mouth agape child. "Lady." Tears subsided as Yang remained stood in shock towering woman.

"Yang! It's rude to stare," Their mother interrupted once more. "They're both a handful, dreams of being a huntsman like every other kid. Like I said, really sorry about this." She said, bringing her children closer in.

Ozen didn't respond, remaining neutral as she raised a straight, rigid hand as means of acceptance, looping past the family of three into the establishment.

The library was nothing special. On the inside, it did appear as if it was a home at one point. An elderly lady sat at the counter.

"Summer and her kids cause you some trouble?" Ozen perked in response to the clerk calling.

"They'll be some great huntress one day. Poor girl, those two are always full of energy."

"Hmm. I see. Could you point me towards the non-fiction?"

"Back right of the room, enjoy your time." The Sovereign was only there to learn of Remnant, her time in Atlas well spent debating her capture. The intent was to study all she could gather.