War Of The Grimm Forum Chapter 3: Questions and Answe..

Ciar: As he sat on his bed staring up to the ceiling, Ciar thought about everything that had just happened. Ruby finally being located, Blake turning out to be a possibly insane leader of some as yet unknown terrorist group. Jaune and Pyrrha had taken the latter bit of news particularly hard. Although Pyrrha had been friends with all of Team RWBY, Jaune hadn't really talked to anyone on the team aside from Ruby herself; that didn't mean he would be happy hearing someone who he consider a friend's fall from grace. Ciar had left the couple probably even more stress than they'd been in when he'd returned, an issue of which he didn't particularly like. Still, he knew that something like that was inevitable as much as he hated to admit it. Finding no desire to sleep, the noir man took a seat at the large desk he kept in his room; as the head of Beacon's security and an Elite Senior-class hunter, it was a luxury he had been afforded (and frankly didn't regret). He pulled his Dreikopfdrache gauntlets from their specialized case under the desk and began tinkering. He'd always loved messing with technology, a trait he'd gained from his scientist father; it helped when said father was also employed at what was possibly Remnant's biggest company, Schnee Dust. He was still there, although his projects were more of a militaristic nature than a civilian one. Still, he couldn't complain. Being a well-known acquaintance of the company's CEO had its privileges.

Norman held up his scroll as they walked, "My godmother contacted me. Saying she was sorry about what happened to the village, and to remember my father, to not take the path of cruelty." Norman informed him as Ciar read the mail.

Eryn: "Oye, you two, just because the three of us aren't asleep, doesn't mean others aren't." I say from my perch upon a banister, gazing out at the fractured moon. "What's all the hype about?"

Ciar: "She just contacted you too, huh?" Ciar says, glancing at the messages on Norman's scroll as they exchanged what they had been sent. Ciar turned to Eryn, still perched on her banister. "I think Ruby's involved in something big. Blake may be at the helm and Yang probably knows; Ruby told me to find her" Ciar said; this got the girl's attention, as she immediately jumped off her post and moved to examine the scroll messages. Ciar began again towards Jaune's office, with both Norman and Eryn now in tow. 

Norman followed silently and watched the commander he had once tried to kill walk with him, even asking his opinion. That surprised him a bit, but he answered, "I feel like my godmother is manipulating us to play a part we don't know in a game we don't understand. She always used to do that with me in our training sessions. She would control the fight by manipulating how she fought to make it seem like there was an opening." Norman explained as he used his walking stick to assist him in walking. He wasn't injured, but it was better then carrying the rifle.

Ciar: Nodding his head at Norman's statement, Ciar entered deep thought. "Why would she manipulate us though? What is her plan, anyway? This whole Ragnorok thing, Blake going nuts; it makes no sense!" Ciar said, exasperated. He just couldn't find any reason as to why Ruby was hiding, yet still visible. She definitely had an ulterior motive, of that Ciar was sure; he just didn't know what it was. "Norman, did Ruby ever say anything that you thought was weird? Anything that might relate to whats going on, maybe even to Blake or Yang?" 

Norman thought for a moment and looked through Ciars scroll finding the word Ragnorak. "No, but Ragnorak might be something. "

Eryn: "Hey, so was that the force I felt in the forest?" I asked. The two looked at me.
"Well it was quite powerful, but something was wrong with it, I couldn't tell it's movements at all. I er... well... I used my semblance to peek at the coming moments, so that we could make it to the air craft okay, and there was something there." I swallowed remembering the events that had happened unbeknownst to these two.
" It, or rather she, was in several places at once, or she would be within a couple seconds, but those moments never came to pass, it was so bizarre, I tried to stop, but I was stuck using my semblance continuously. I've always had control over myself, so I was afraid, and while I was freaking out, her time line came up beside me and started talking. Though I couldn't hear it. I haven't mastered it yet."
I pause a moment, this was more than I had ever shared about my future sense, this whole ordeal was just wrong.
"Anyway," I continue as we walk, "The two things I could make out were 'Sorry', and 'Run'.
At that moment the building shook, debris rained down upon us, and I felt like those two words were applicable to now.

Ciar: As he listened to Eryn describe her experiences in the forest, Ciar couldn't help but feel completely clueless. He was sure it was Ruby, but the way Eryn described what he presumed was her semblance in action didn't fit what he knew about Ruby's semblance of speed. Thinking about it, Ciar realized in astonishment that only one of two things could have happened: either her semblance had evolved to the point where it gave her near inhuman or even supernatural speed OR she had fully unlocked her semblance. The only thing that didn't fit was Eryn losing control of her own semblance. Was it somehow Ruby's doing? Or was it something far more sinister? Some external, unknown force? Ciar didn't have any more time to think as the whole of Beacon shook.

"Target acquired." He told Ciar as his staff blade cut through the fodder. He had already charged his rifle with a surprise, and was waiting for the right time to shoot. The slaughter of Blake's men was just a way to get close without arousing suspension. If he used his semblance she would know he was aiming at them, but with himself in plain sight it made it that much easier. Norman threw a canister of black dust into the crowd and in one movement both killed and stole the weapon of a black armoured soldier and shot the canister killing the crowd. " You really need to train your men better Blake. I expected more from a former teammate f my godmother." He said before using his semblance to escape from notice.

Eryn: I took A position beside Norman and activate Future Sense. Unlike in the forest, I could read this enemies movements, that being Gambol Shroud arriving in a matter of seconds. I quickly adjust my blade's angle so that it will down in front of myself and Norman, I didn't want it to catch us from behind.

Ciar: Thankful that Norman and Eryn had focused Blake and her men's attention on themselves, Ciar concentrated on White. If he fought anything like Ruby or even Blake, Ciar would need to give it his all. Both men stood at the ready, neither moving an inch. "So, you're Ruby's son right? Hows that possible? The oldest you could possibly be is seven" Ciar said; the man in front of him offered no answer, just glared at him. Before he could even react, Ciar was swept off his feet by White's blindingly fast attack, not even being able to prepare his weapons. "So, the kid has Ruby's speed? This just keeps getting weirder" he thought as he quickly got himself up and ready. White came back at him, this time with his snow-white scythe at the ready; Ciar swung his blades up, blocking a downward slash, which was followed up a swift right kick to Ciar's side. This he couldn't block, his ribs nearly broken due to the high speed strike. Pushing White away, he clutched his side, a subconscious action, and grinned at the scythe-wielder, whos face was still set in stone. "Not much of a talker, are you?  Not sure if thats good or bad" Ciar said, hsi face twisting in surprise when the boy answered, "I was adopted by mother at ten years old, does that sate your curiosity?" The boy's voice was still monotone, though Ciar could see a slight twinge of irritation in the boy's eyes. "How'd you end up with Blake? She's going against your mother, as far as I know" Ciar asked as he lunged towards him, which was blocked by a twirl of a scythe. White scoffed, "I will not answer any more of your questions. I am sure you will find out eventually" By this point, Ciar didn't think that the boy's voice was monotone but down right robotic. "Almost like he was being controlled?" he thought as he dodged another strike, the scythe burying itself in the ground. White yanked his weapon out of the ground and shifted it so the blade faced skyward; the boy crouched down slightly and audibly took a deep breath. At that moment, Ciar knew the attack that was about to come his way was going to make his life temporary hell.

Norman using his semblance planted a tracker on black then backed up a few paces and his behind some rubble. Disengaged from his semblance he aimed his shot, he smiled as he noticed that his godmother's child, Ciar, and someone else was right past Blake. Here's hoping she would dodge, he pulled the trigger which shot the surprise he had been saving, an electric bullet, much like the explosive in that on contact it would explode filling a certain radius with enough electricity to bring down one of those bird Grimms whose name escaped Norman at that time. It just so happened that if Blake dodged, his shot would land right on Ciar before detonating, incapacitating both him and that white scythe wielder.

Eryn: Norman's shot hit my blade right in front of where Blake stood, detonating earlier than the anticipated target. With such a large radius, Blake was caught in the shock instead of Ciar and White.
"What the hell were you thinking?" I say grabbing Norman by the throat.
"That thing could have killed them, or worse left them completely immobile, and if that happened we'd be dead understand Hunter? We need everyone conscious and capable."  I hiss and toss him a few feet, after which I walk over towards the blast area.
I step cautiously as the electricity could still be live, and I didn't want to tempt it. Making sure to step on Blake's unconscious body as I did so. As I examine my weapon I cringe. The bullet had done much damage to it, it was no longer a viable weapon. Just singed pieces of metal.

Ciar: The first thing that told Ciar something was wrong was the massive flash of blue light and a loud crack. The next thing was Eryn's blade basically exploding and Blake freezing up then dropping like a sack of bricks. He, White, and Yang stood (well, in Ciar's case, sat) dumbfounded, completely confused by what had just happened; the fight around them, however, continued without hesitation. "Uhhh, what?" Yang was the first to speak, trying to process what had just occurred, although no one could get themselves together enough to answer. By this point, Ciar's bones had mended enough that he could stand, which he easily took advantage of to clear the biggest threat he could see. He knew that, despite White's skill, he had never actually fought on a true battlefield; the boy was an untested weapon that had clearly failed. Utilizing the shadows given off by the airship, Ciar bound the boy, much to the latter's surprise, with hard shadows and tossed Winter's scythe to himself with the same method. As Ciar moved to Yang, joined by Eryn, he inspected White's weapon. He had to admit, it was a nice weapon and was very similar to Ruby's own Crescent Rose although it seemed to run off more advanced technology; he was honestly surprised that the boy could put such a thing together, although if Ruby had somehow taught him about weapon-making before he sided with Blake he could see the possibility. "Are you both alright? What was that blue flash?" asked Ciar, the second question directed towards Eryn. Her answer left the man seething with rage.

Norman had come to expect this kind of reaction from Ciar. He wasn't going to tell him that to capture the white scythe wielder he would need to aim at something other than him, and if Ciar was shot he wouldn't be thinking of running away, but know they had Blake, which is just as good he supposed. Norman looked down at the locker which suppressed his semblance. He found it intriguing yet annoying at the same time. His hands were bound again so he couldn't just take it off, and he had a feeling it wasn't that simple anyway. Norman sat in his dark cell looking for a way to screw with the man that put him there. He found the air vent, but it as too high to get at with his hands behind his back. Thinking he brought his hands under his legs so he could have more movement then began to shimmy between the walls and kicked the air vent cover free so that it would make a loud bang as it feel. Now Norman would just wait until the guard saw that he had seemingly escaped into the air vents then come down and hide under the bed. He just hoped his abs could take the work out.

Ciar: Pacing around Jaune's office (the latter going over causality reports and other paperwork), Ciar had so many questions in his head that he could barely think. Both White Rose and Blake Belladonna were being held in maximum security cells; Eryn and Yang had both joined him in the room. He knew that dwelling on all these issues wasn't necessarily healthy but he couldn't help it. "What in the name of Dust is going on in the world?! First this stupid war with the Grimm now these Black Fang and even Ruby?!" Ciar yelled, ready to pull his hair out. Eryn looked worried, while neither Jaune nor Yang showed any recognition. Ciar took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself down as much as he could. Not only did he have to worry about everything else, but now Norman might potentially be working for Ruby in some way. He just couldn't process it. "Look Eryn, you're my partner. Whats you're take on all this? Your future sight tell you anything?"

Eryn: I shake my head "future sight only works for the coming three seconds or so, I wish I had answers for you but I don't." I say pausing for a moment. "May I ask a favor?" I ask and Ciar tilts his head questioningly. "I would like to visit the grave of my old mentor Summer Rose."

Ciar: Now this was a surprise. "I'm sorry, did you just say Summer Rose, THE Summer Rose, the mother of Ruby Rose, was your MENTOR?" Ciar said, total and undeniable shock on his face. Just one more questions joining the many he had. By this point, even Yang and Jaune had perked up to listen. "Wait, my little sister's mother was your mentor?!" Yang said, the same dumbfounded look of shock on her face. Jaune didn't even say anything, though he appeared the most shocked of all. Eryn just nodded, hilariously nonchalant about this whole revelation like it was common knowledge. "Well, ok then. We can...uh...we can do that before we do anything else. That ok with you two?" The other two nodded noiselessly, still getting over their shock. Eryn smiled happily, ecstatic about the news, and took off back to her dorm. Ciar joined Yang and Jaune at the latter's desk, processing the discovery. Jaune himself finally broke the silence, "You know what this means right?" Both Ciar and Yang looked at Jaune, both realizing what Jaune was getting at. "We could end up finding Ruby if we visit her mother's grave. And we might get more answers from Eryn about how she became Summer's apprentice too, maybe even find a connection between her, Summer, and Ruby" Ciar said, mulling over their rapidly forming plan. Both nodded in agreement, seeing that for now it was the best course of action while they recovered from Blake's attack. They'd already 'found' Yang, so their previous mission to find her was now moot. Jaune and Yang would need time to interrogate Blake, White, and possibly Norman as well. "Jaune, I'm gonna need backup for this. If Ruby ends up being hostile, we're gonna need all the help we can get to apprehend her. You know how good she is against people" Yet another bad memory dredged up among the three, one of Ruby cleaving apart White Fang with a VERY uncharacteristic mad grin on her face. "I wanna be there. Shes my baby sister" Yang said, quickly shaking off the memory. "As long as you don't blow Ciar's cover, I can allow that. We'll also need reinforcements here as well. We don't know the true extent of Ruby's relationship to White. She may come for her son" Both agreed, knowing that this plan could go wrong at any time. "Ciar, I want you to go ask Eryn about Summer; better sooner then later" Jaune told Ciar, both men parting ways. With that, Yang and Jaune went about both catching up and smoothing out their risky new plan.

Noticing the lack of security personnel Norman took the opportunity to ACTUALLY escape via the vents. Maybe they thought he wasn't a threat since his semblance was locked. They were grossly mistaken, and after finding his way around the vents he sneaked into the armory where he had retrieved his things before and choked out the sentry inside. Once he gathered his things, and a few more things, he went crawling throughout the vent system looking for a way out. Eventually he found a vent this lead outside..... and into a good.... what was that 20 foot drop? Yeah 20 feet. He'd break a foot maybe, but he could deal with it later. Kicking the vent cover off he dropped out only to be saved by the last person he expected to see.... his godmother. He smiled and hugged her as they stopped from her running. "I've been loo'll ing for you." Norman told her and she smiled and said that she had seen his handiwork and was proud of him. She also said that she had been trying to contact him, but had a hard time finding him. Norman nodded with a chuckle and Ruby then told him that she was going to visit her mother's grave and asked if he wanted to come along. Norman agreed and walked with her