RWBY (Salem: Dawn)

Axi-

Chapter 1 (Axi)

"Axi Delfex, pleased to meet you," I smiled, shaking the man's hand. He looked around nervously; probably because I said I was from Vacuo. He forced a laugh, accepting my hand with a reluctant friendly nod. I smirked; not in a mischievous way, more of a satisfied look. But I had my looks down to the wire, I could fake anything. Back in Vacuo; that was the only way I knew how to survive. Life was hard back there, and everyone knew it. Most felt guilty. Maybe this man felt the same way?

"Samuel Reemez," Sam returned the greeting. He smiled, looking off in space behind me. He turned his attention back to me, and I ignored the momentary glance.

"So, you must be wondering. Why would someone like me be here in Mistral, eh?" I edged him on.

"Yes, the thought has admittedly crossed my mind," Sam said, a thoughtful look on his face.

"They were weak," I said; a grim shadow flashing on my serious face. The air dropped ten degrees...

"T-They were?" Sam's eyes widened, and then suddenly everyone in the previously crowded courtyard was gone. The trick; get into one's head, you find out how they all think. Using my semblance, I had manipulated them to leave the area. They all did it subconsciously; I planted a thought they had planned for later, but instead of doing it later, they made it priority. Basically the reverse of procrastination.

But that was only the lesser part of my ability. My powers consist of two forms. One, to transfer a task for later to a more present tense, making their minds preoccupied from their surroundings, leaving the area...and I may have saved more than one life with it on multiple occasions. That's why I use it, otherwise I wouldn't even bother. It's only used for the safety of others.

And two, I call it my "combat" form. That's the part that I plant a fake memory in their mind. It's cruel, but it's also saved me many times before. I have, in fact, planted a fake memory in me once. But that's a different story altogether. As far as I know, those are the extent of my abilities.

It's used mainly as a confusion tactic, but there may have been some accidents. That's the true reason I went to Mistral. They kicked me out of Shade; I couldn't control my semblance and once...or twice, I had driven someone insane. The only school who dared to accept me was Haven academy. They believed they could change anyone...and so did I. I was willing to give them a chance because I wanted to improve myself.

The whole reason I was doing this was to get information out of this guy, Sam, but something immediately went wrong. Sam smirked, which made me confused suddenly, making me lose my concentration. Something felt like it had pierced my skull, and I knew immediately what was happening. This man wasn't going to make it.

(Scav)

"Hey! Hands off him he's my bounty, now back. Off!" He challenged me as I blinked back and forth at the two.

"Hey deaf dude, what's wrong with your hearing? I don't like to make things messy. Bad for business," he continued as I finally got what he was saying. I stayed still, not letting him through. He balled his hands back into fists. He thrust his fist toward my face; knocking me to the ground. My back thudded against the cold asphalt, knocking the wind out of me. I sat up; anticipating the next hit, yet none came. I let a breath I hadn't realized I was holding onto go, sighing a breath of relief as I sat up. I gained my composure, knowing that this guy wasn't some regular old citizen. No, not a single person without the knowledge of huntsmanship could do that without me seeing it coming.

"So, your bounty, huh?" I asked, not daring to use my power on him. Who knew what kind of trouble that would cause.

"Yeah, he is my bounty. You want to try and stop me again or can I knock him out and collect my money?" He looked at me, something flashing in his eyes.

I froze. I finally knew how others saw me, but this time, I wasn't seeing me. His eyes...they could almost be mistaken for embers made by a fire if they weren't attached to his face. They were reverse from any other set of eyes I've seen; but they had a sense of something only describable by looking into them.

"Go ahead, but it doesn't make it right," I said, forcing myself to look anywhere but those eyes.

"One day you might learn nothing is right in this world. The only way to live in this world is to fight and work your strengths and hide your weaknesses," he stated, punching the man in the face and then lifted him over his shoulder, walking away while nodding into the distance. I heard the sirens almost instantly. Suddenly, an icy mist surrounded me; blocking off my sight from anything passed where the mist was...wait, this was dust!

I forced my eyes closed from the prickly feeling I had suddenly got. They started to water, but I opened them long enough to see what had caused it. Something was stuck in the ground at my feet emitting dust, the elemental crystal humanity managed to find and find a use for, as they always did. It controlled all the modern day huntsmen's weapons, typically being used by those specially trained for that type of combat. Just like in this case.

I got up, knowing I had to escape before it became too thick. I ran forward and out of the mist, taking a moment for my eyes to clear. Once they did, I saw a hundred startled eyes staring at me, but saw nobody's backs. Whoever that guy was; he was long gone. I awkwardly moved through the gathering crowd to the middle of town. Well, great. What now?