(Weekly updates. Gore is present. If you see hints of it, and have light stomachs, just skip ahead)
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In the world of RWBY, a figure named Hadryn emerges from the cloak...
The bright bustle of Vale's Commercial District was a stark contrast to the quiet solitude of Beacon Academy's dorm rooms. Sunlight, a warm honeyed hue, slanted down between the towering buildings, casting long shadows that stretched across the cobblestone streets. The air vibrated with a cacophony of sound – the rhythmic clanging of blacksmiths' hammers, the melodic calls of street vendors hawking their wares, the excited chatter of shoppers bartering for the best deals. The scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the metallic tang of wrought iron and the sweet perfume of blooming flowers that overflowed from window boxes lining the upper stories of the buildings.
Shop fronts, adorned with colorful awnings and painted with intricate murals, lined both sides of the street. A bakery, its windows filled with golden pastries and glistening cakes, enticed passersby with the promise of sugary treats. A weaponsmith's shop displayed an array of gleaming blades and polished armor, each piece a testament to the skilled craftsmanship within. A bookstore, its shelves overflowing with leather-bound volumes and vibrantly illustrated children's books, beckoned to curious minds. The colorful chaos extended upwards, with clotheslines strung between buildings, displaying an eclectic mix of garments for every taste and budget.
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Team RWBY weaved through the throngs of people, their mismatched attire drawing curious glances. Yang, her usual fiery energy dampened by exhaustion, sported a pair of loose cargo shorts and a tank top, the fabric stained with grime and the faint scent of singed fur. Weiss, her pristine white dress a stark contrast to the grimy surroundings, clutched her scroll tightly, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Blake, ever the vigilant one, scanned the crowds with a practiced eye, her hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of Gambol Shroud. However, her fingers brushed against empty air. The signature black ribbon, a vital component of her weapon, was gone, a jagged tear marking the spot where Hadryn had ripped it clean off during the initiation. A pang of frustration shot through her, a constant reminder of the limitations she faced without her weapon at full capacity.
Only Ruby seemed unfazed by the chaos, a wide grin plastered across her face as she skipped ahead, the duffle bag and toolbox bumping against her leg with each energetic step. The exhaustion from the previous night's mission lingered, evident in the silver streaks of grime that marred her normally bright red hair and the faint shadows beneath her silver eyes, but the spirit of camaraderie that bound them together remained strong while Weiss scrolled through her list, her lips pursed in concentration.
Weiss: "Alright, team," she announced, her voice barely audible over the din of the bustling crowds.
Weiss: "First stop, Schnee Dust Company. High-grade lubricant for Myrtenaster, and a new set of Dust canisters are a must." She tapped the screen a few times, adding the items to her digital shopping cart.
Weiss: "Then, onto - "
Blake: "Can we also stop by the bookstore for some. . . Reading materials?" Blake interjected, her voice barely a whisper, a stark contrast to her usual assertive tone. Her posture shifted subtly, her shoulders tensing ever so slightly, a sign of her ever-present vigilance. Her golden eyes, usually sharp and focused, flickered briefly towards a towering advertisement of Famous author gatherings across the street before returning to her teammates. A stray strand of her black hair, loosened from its usual braid by the frenetic pace of the city, danced in the warm breeze.
