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Wasteland

"I have to agree with Hope, this is our job." Ieria spoke with a slight frown. "...is there something you wish to hide from us? Is that why you do not wish for us to go into town?"

"I am nature's weapon. You are unfit to carry on your species, and I shall ensure that you do not do so!" - Charles Darwin, XCOM Sniper

Campsite - Night

"I honestly don't know how I feel about him at the moment..." Remus chimed into the conversation, leaning against a tree. "But if he has robots here, then we should investigate. This shit honestly just plain sounds fishy."

Lake, A Time Before

Remus sat back, letting Al handle things on his own, with his weapon ready to help out at any time.

7 PM: Campsite

Pius groaned with some exasperation as he glanced from Falken to his lady teammates, giving them a look of mild annoyance as he gestured to their newcomer in the team.

"Hasn't Ayers told either of you to get Falken up to speed? In fact..." Pius looked around the fire with a glower, searching for his fellow team leader. "Wouldn't he have just told Falken himself? That sort of direct exposition seemed like his method of informing others."

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Campsite

"Oh, lah dee fuckin' dah, muh-fuckin' Pius Assin-Nobel actin' like he can't talk himself." Ayers clanged his hands together a few times and stepped out to the campfire, squatting down next to Pius. "Ain't nothin' that big anyway. It's a buncha low down dirty rattlesnakes whut don't know a gud prosthetic design when they see one." He gave a characteristic and vague shrug. "Lotta human experimentation 'n shit. Torture, kidnapping, honestly just the same shit y'all cityfolk'd know about if'n y'all spent a day outside. No problem fer us. If'n there's somethin' in front of us, we go kill it. Be a lot easier if'n Alexia dint sermonize all on us erry couple weeks 'bout how we gotta be above that, but that ain't here'r there."

Campsite

As his pile of stakes grew taller, Glen responded "So if you dinnae want tae kill him, why nae just throw his name through the mud, especially if you hae evidence. Make it public somehow an' get people tae stop trustin' him an' his ilk."

Tossing some more wood on the fire, the Highlander muttered "Bloody southrons carin' more about appearances than doin' what's right."

"Problem is, we don't have any proof," Lucas responded to Glen. "At least, nothing that can without a doubt be from him. As it stands, he could just fire some scapegoat and keep doing the same thing he was before. We need to figure out how to specifically tie him to all this."

He let out a sigh before continuing. "As it stands, it seems Jack has a good idea here. Perhaps there's something in the mountains that we missed..."

Wasteland

The woman actually laughed as Hope and Ieria spoke.

"I keep being impressed by today's Hunters. Ha...I must be getting old."

"And you are suspicious girl, aren't you? Well, rest assured that I am a legitimate Huntress."

She shook her head. "Very well then. We'll go to the village. But let's wait for my partner at least. He should come running as soon as I call him."

She held out her hand. "Jane. Jane Forrester."

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Showdown! The Lakeside Battle!

Erin watched on in mild interest as the crab circled the knight. She rather thought it was a stupid thing to do, but hey, who was she to judge?

The crab made a strange hissing noise and charged forward, a large claw raised and ready to pound Alfred flat.

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Campsite

Alexia frowned. "....We really should tell the new students everything about Mister Alexandros and Luna. It doesn't seem right that we know and they don't. As soon as we get home, I think we should hold a meeting and tell them everything."

The youngest princess listened to her friends discuss the situation and occasionally glanced at her obviously distraught sister next to her.

Oh, Erin...

Her heart ached for her sister, and she promised herself that this time...this time Alexandros will face justice.

Erin flinched when Imuka brought up the clones. Alexia took her hand, and the middle princess nodded at her sister in thanks.

"The clone machines were destroyed. Shane Mauve made them self-destruct the moment you convinced him to leave Amaterasu. Or at least...that is what Beryl told me."

Beryl, of course, being B2: A clone of Weapon Beta that the students had fought in Amaterasu.

"As for premade clones, we know of only two left. A2 being myself, of course. Beryl, B2, is currently in hiding with Shane. You've eliminated C2."

Here Erin nodded at Jack, who had killed Carol's clone in battle.

"But Sir Jack is correct. Mount Amaterasu is a large base. Brilliant as he was, Shane did not know of all its secrets. If Olympos machines are indeed searching the mountain it is highly probable that there is something there."

Erin's eyes narrowed. "If that is the case, if we search the mountain, it is also possible for us to find whatever is in there. And therein enter's Sir Glen's point: Proof. If we find something that is indeed linked to Maximilian or even evidence that Doctor Steiner was in his employ...his defense will be gone. Mistral will not protect him."

Erin looked at everyone. "We have two more days of this trip."

Nothing is what it seems. Master of Shipping and Sadism.

Campsite

Slamming a fist into his knee, Glen snapped "Dinnae ca-" before taking a breath and muttering "Always with the 'Sirs' an' titles"

Responding to Lucas, Glen said "Then we'll just hae tae find proof now won't we?"

Rising to his feet, the Highlander grabbed one of his longer stakes and began drawing a crude map in the dirt at his feet. "Since we encountered his machines on the mountainside, that's one o' our leads." said Glen as he finished drawing a vague outline of the mountainous area. "Now whether or not they were guardin' anything is another matter entirely. I'm thinkin' if we poke around the area we found them in we might just stand a chance of findin' some minor evidence of what they were doin' up here."

"Now hae anyone else found anythin' excitin' or was it just us?"

Campsite, 7PM

Oralie was sitting a short distance away from the campfire, not really knowing what was going on or what they were talking about. It seemed like that Falcon Faunus didn't know anything either. Oralie moved over to him, hoping he would make for better conversation.

"Do you know anything about what they're talking about? Because I don't."

The younger composer wannabe took a small sip of water from her canteen, plugging a single earphone into her ear, the smooth sound of an orchestra faintly escaping.

Campsite.

The air-head munched on some filleted fried fish, sulking a little at his leader. "Just 'cuz I'm a country fella don't mean ya can't just leave me in the dark about stuff you guys have gotten me dragged into just by associatin' with y'all. I mean, sure, even if it means more guys to boot into the next town over, but I gotta know all the details since I ain't keen on kickin' the wrong people 'cuz you guys kept leavin' me in the dark and expectin' me to figure it out."

Falken gave an irritated sigh before beaming a little at Alexia's suggestion.

"Lexia's got the right idea, yup. I kinda wanna know 'bout everythin', but not just these copy clone things and hospitals."

And with Oralie taking a seat next to him, Falken shook his head.

"Nope. Although hopefully they're gonna spill the beans soon. It sucks bein-" He paused, actually getting a look at the gal sitting next to him. "...Lookin' pretty slick in that getup by the way. A follower of fashion, I'm guessin...~?" He cheerfully asked, admiring Oralie's outfit.

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Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.

Campsite, 7 PM

Oralie smiled as the Faunus admired her outfit. Finally, someone she could talk with about something. After all, her family were famous back in Mistral after all. Wouldn't do to look like some commoner.

"Why, yes, I am. I'm Mistrali, after all. Culture capital of Remnant and all. My family are famous singers. You follow fashion too?"

For once, Oralie put off the music on her Scroll, her interest piqued.

Campsite, Nite.

Falken gave a cheerful grin. "Singers, huh...~? Like, Pop? Opera? Punk? Easy-listenin', maybe? I might have heard of 'em...~ "

Adjusting his flashy vest and bow-tie, he gave a small nod. "I've been followin' fashion for a loooong time. I mean, kinda hard to keep ahead of the curve, but wearin' something new adds a whole lotta variety to life instead of everythin' being really dull and borin'."

Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.

Campsite

Pius nodded at Erin's words before looking around at those fully in the know. None of them bore any love for Alexandros, even he and Ayers could agree on that. Even if he had acted charitably for some of them before, no one seemed to be able to fully forgive him for the atrocities that he was complicit in. And for the gray-eyed Nobel, that almost seemed like enough to keep them together so they could bring Alexandros to justice.

"So, what's our plan of action over the next two days, then? We just sneak up Mt. Amaterasu and search for something we don't know how to find yet?"

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Campfire

Umber released a held breath. They'd taken the tea. Well, Glen hadn't, even thought it was subtly intended for him. At least she'd successfully socialized, if only a little. Umber stood, grabbing one of Glen's stakes. She drew a line from higher up in the mountain to the impact site on his map.

"It came down in this direction," she said, eyes glazing as if lost in thought. She drew a second line of a similar trajectory. "And then a second one. Maybe that's where they were kept."

She paused. Then snapped out of it.

"Um—!" Umber clenched her fists nervously. "I'm-I'm going to help too!"

CAMPFIRE

A dark shadow passed over Jack's face. He regretted killing that girl. She didn't deserve it. He sighed, "Alright. Just to recap. Man's a cunt. A really, really big cunt." He took another sip of tea. "He's been basically running wild, kidnapping kids, torturing them and making them into his own weapons. He's been supplying Arcana which are even cuntier counts. But, because the queen is a stupid fucking whore, somehow he's still a high ranking member of society instead of being butt-fucked in a gulag." He took another sip of tea and turned to Pius and Ayers.

"Did you two get anything out of the nameplates we got?"

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"He hasn't directly supplied Arcana, Jack," Lucas responded. "Unless you considering stealing some of his tech for their own use as him 'supplying' them."

He lets out a sigh before continuing, his tone darker than before "However, I wouldn't be surprised if several members of Arcana are there due to their own vendettas against him. Marianne West and her sister rightfully won't forgive him for what happened to Mia, and unless someone else has been cloning individuals, it's likely Alexandros brought World into existence as well."

I really really hope to God I didn't metagame here. It's just that in-character only Olympos has been shown cloning people, World seems to target Alexandros a lot, and, well, it's obvious that World isn't the original Claudius Jade. >__>

Wasteland

Medus took her hand and gave it a brief squeeze. "Medus Blanc. Good to meet you. How did the summoner manage that thing? Even if you can call Grimm to you it's not really possible to control them, or hell, even pointing them in the right direction. So what gives? Some kind of semblance?"

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Wasteland

"Hope Remington." She replied with a brief nod. "I hope your partner shows up soon then."

"And yes, that's a mighty interesting question." She nodded once more when Medus interjected.

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"A Huntsman is not out there to kill people if he can help it." Hope shook her head vehemently. "We can take our frustrations off on the Grimm, but men and Fauni are to face justice the classic, law-abiding way."

"Of course, trying to put Alexandros under trial is difficult when there is nothing to trace him back to Luna. He might be using their tech, but that doesn't mean squat." The grayhair looked over at Imuka briefly. "Which is why we should make our way to Mt. Amaterasu and look for anything of interest."

Taking another sip of Umber's tea, Hope looked over at Glen. "A Grimm summoner."

How do lizards fly?

Lakeside Showdown

Alfred moved forward, his hands raised and palms open to try and catch the claw bare-handed, should he successfully do it, he'd try to pull him up from the ground and throw him at the floor.

Al started yelling something unintelligible to both Erin and Remus, they might've judged from his tone that he was trash talking the monster.

<"COME ON SHITFACE, SURELY YOU CAN DO MORE THAN THIS">

CAMPFIRE

Jack turned, staring blankly at his blindfolded companion. He tried to look Lucas in the eye, but like every other time he did that, he couldn't do to the blindfold.

"Wait-I thought we found Max was connected to them in some way...You sure he's not?"

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Campfire

Sylvia was sitting by the campfire doodling something on her sketchpad.

"These robots..." Sylvia said. "Could you describe them to me maybe?"

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The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.

"No, we didn't," Lucas answered. "Arcana has attacked Alexandros's businesses numerous times, and several members of the top brass for Arcana have personal vendettas against him. What makes you think he's working with them?"

Campfire, Evening

"Well, my parents are pop singers. I know a few of my relatives who do a bit of jazz though. Me, I'd much rather be a composer and a conductor. I love the symphonic orchestra."

Oralie adjusts the beret on her head, her smile turning to a grin as they the talk turned to more fashion. Finally, someone she could relate to...probably.

"I know, right? We may be Huntsmen and Huntresses-in-training, but that doesn't mean we can't look good while doing our jobs. We're not some Atlesian drones, all uniform and stuff. We're unique, and what better way to show it off than in how we look~?"

She turned to look at the Falcon Faunus, holding out her hand with a smile on her face.

"I'm Oralie Viorica. Maybe the surname will ring a few bells?"

Ayers held up Hrunting and knocked his knuckles on the plates seized from Mia in remembrance. "I wanna just confirm with my pardner here. Mia, hwut's yer call on this? I don't wanna hurt y'all'r bring no bad memories back by goin' through this base, but I sure wud appreciate yer help. Oh, and, uh, hijack me if'n y'all need to talk and they can't hear it." Ayers tapped his index finger to his temple. "That's somethin', by the way, uh, Miala Alexandros rides shotgun up in here 'cuz I grabbed some of'er armor and but it in my arm."

CAMPFIRE

Jack turned to face Lucas. "I just thought...eh, whoops!" He shrugged. "So, going back to the whacky mountain adventure...."

He turned to face Silvia. "It was a robot. Humanoid looking, with wings.Turbines...Um..." He frowned. "I dunno. Glen, Pius...you got any details?"

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