Vale by Sundown: A Gangs of RWBY RP

Southeast

Boden's nose curled as the smell reached him, a hand moved up to try and waft some of the scent away. "After, of course!" He called out to Kin as he tucked in his shoulder before barreling forward, smashing into and through some of the enemies with his back. "What's the point in leaving a fight unfinished!?"

North, Residential Complex Down The Street From the Clinic

As they poured into the complex, it was apparent that the poor sap they unloaded vehicle-mounted ordinance on wouldn't be the last. Bricks thrown at the officers, weapons of all all stripes flashed or spat, and more than a few officers suffered nasty bruises or cuts meant that just as many juvies were not going quietly as they were curling up and surrendering.

Thus ending another sad chapter remembered only in forgotten police blotters.

South East, Foot Bridge Fight

One of the ideas adapted from history, a spice bomb was the juvie's answer to tear gas. It was a simple and versatile compound that clung to the skin upon triggering and flayed the senses of the affected with the smell of caustic pepper, along with a burning sensation onto bare skin. The Sunbreed and more than a few others made a tidy sum off its distribution and manufacture.

From the playground, nails sprayed towards Kin and her trio even as Boden's immediate target went down against his brawny shoulder.

Behind the party, four more burst from the bushes and whooped into combat. Like the young heroes of fantasy novels, gang prospects often banded together to fulfill initial requirements for entry. It was evident in the way that each attacker was marked in a unique way.

The wannabe Razorgrrl showed a head for tactices. Even as the Ogre busied herself with one of the girls, she charged straight for Kin, only to roll into her reach and swing her cleaver right for her hamstring. Two of the remainder aimed for Maggie, who seemed to be the least of the evils while one more jumped on Boden's back.

edited 4th Dec '16 5:36:41 PM by KR_Vandal

Junior's Bar

"Yeah kid, keep drinking."

He snorts, then turns back to Jean.

"Person like you trades on their reputation. You flake on a deal, you won't be operating in this kingdom for too much longer. Besides, you're not that stupid."

Footbridge Fight

As the spice bomb ramps up, Kin snorts.

"Gahaha! Tricksy."

She tosses her improvised weapon (i.e., the girl) away, sending her spinning into the distance as the new group moves to engage. As the nails start flying, Kin unslings her massive, armored gourd in front of her to deflect the projectiles, then continues with the momentum of the swing all the way behind her, vicously batting away the cleaver and smashing up the wannabe Razorgrrl's hand something awful.

"Mmm. Good!"

Everywhere, Kingdom of Vale

Everyone's social media should be blowing up - some jackass eyewitness saw the thief fleeing south, and has posted it publicly.

Everyone knows now.

Accelerate your hunt.

Southeast Footbridge

The spice bomb accosts Maggie's senses further. Oh yup, that hurts. Eyes smarting, she dodges the nails best as she can- not well, evidently. Several nails scrape her on the arm as she hits the deck. Maggie scrambles to her feet and manages to nail one of the prospects in the stomach. She's focused on that one, however, leaving herself open to the other.

Lunar Clinic

Adrian clicked his tongue as he read the news on his Scroll, before closing it. "Welp, Ah better start burnin' daylight if Ah wanna bring the fella back in one piece." He sighed and headed for the door. "Be seein' ya, Miss Artemis. Mr. Orion."

Seconds later, the rumble of Brimstone's engine cut through the air as the Courier sped towards the south in search of his quarry.

Footbridge Fight

Vanessa walked by, noting a group of prospective gang members taking on some of the bigger shakers in the youth underworld in a fight. She cleared her throat before yelling out. "Alright, listen up you lot! Here's the deal: You win, you get membership. Losing gets you nothing. Draw gets you nothing. The gang is currently busy, so it's up to you to defend our turf while we're working!"

Vanessa then turned and began walking off. That should slow them down long enough to get a shower in and a new set of clothes. The swordswoman pulled out her scroll and quickly called up her old friend The Phoenix. "It's me, the Lunar Clinic was a dead end, Nurse was unwilling to share any information she might have had, how have things been going on your end?"

Junior's

"hey shitnips you get a weapons shipment lately or can we get the fuck out, we gotta be places." The Dragon of Vale slid into place behind their minion and stared at Junior. "social media says it's somewhere in southie territory."

They were absolutely not about to waste time with this lowlife if there could be better use of their time. Georgia became suddenly aware of the time between each beat of the music, and just how much time was being wasted here.

Junior's Club

Jean spared a glance for Georgia but focused on the task at hand.

"Ehhhh?!"

Jean stood and leaned forward, slamming her hands into the counter and pouting.

"I never agreed to this," Jean said. "I was just asking for help. You gave me the info freely, but also asked for payment. I didn't get even a chance to refuse!"

Jean buckled into her bar stool and placed her head on the counter, folding her ears into her head.

"You're awful. I'm seriously gonna cry, you know?"

Foot Bridge Brawl - South East

Boden growled up at the attacker before grabbing their leg and twisting them around. The young man swung them like a bit right into one of the poles that ran along the foot bridge. The savage youth grinned broadly as he stomped forward, swinging his arms at whatever came close.

South East, Foot Bridge Fight

Two youngbloods tumbled away and perked their ears up at Vanessa. They looked at one another.

"Does that mean we join her gang?" One asked his buddy thickly, only to get a smack upside the head.

"No, genius! She gon' help us get our stripes!"

"Oh."

Both scrambled up and leaped back at Boden, even when the ganger at the footbridge wound up his arm and threw it at the largest target in the field.

Maggie's one opponent crowed with delight, raising his two-by-four and bringing it across her back with a definitve crash.

Their white-feathered leader shrieked in pain and fury, dropping her cleaver and spinning away before using that momentum to slam a spinning heel kick into Kin's midriff.

Boden's latest victim howled in agony, flailing at the pain on his back, even as his mates actually paused and began to get give gang membership a second thought.

For all of a few minutes before they came at him again. One hung back and pulled out a Yeomanry sidearm, a holdout pistol capable of taking out a Beowulf's eye in the right hands.

As things got ugly, with the pungent smell of spice in her nostrils, Vanessa got this response:

She was forwarded the newest text about the thief.

Junior's

Grinning devilishly at the barkeep, Elise called out "How about you don't tell these tossers where that shipment is and I'll have some of me lads come by every once in a while to pry the drunks off o' yer bar at the end of the night?"

Leaning back on her stool, Elise added "Now if I could convince you to maybe, share any information you might have with me quietly, I might be able to tip a little more heavily than usual tonight"

North, Clinic

The south. Why did it have to be the south? Because fuck trying to remain away from rivers you've burnt bridges on... Millot needed to pause and parse his own metaphor before shaking his head and looking up from his phone.

"G-gonna get my ride for this trip so does anyone want to come along or does everyone have their own way downtown..?"

Junior's

"if this is the worst thing that happens to you tonight it'll be a run of good luck for you." Geogia pushed off the bar, then pointed at Elise. "and like i said we're having some fortune here, looks like we just ran into some more fuckers who're looking for the treasure." They twirled their machete once, then tapped the blunt end against the bar. "you got a name, girl? you from some new cosplay group out east i forgot about?"

Shit, even though that was a cheap jab, now Georgia actually really wanted to do that. It'd be super cute.

Froggy, Junior's

"Oh, hi~" She greeted Jean and then Georgia - though he... she? wasn't actually addressing her - with a cheerful wave. "Froggy's Froggy. Froggy's with the North."

"Phew. Good thing Froggy's not going to be looking for those weapon shipments." She mused, sipping her soda in peace as she waved over to Elise too. "Sounds kinda fun, but Froggy's got her own super secret mission to fullfill~"

"Who are you, guys, by the way?" She asked with a little tilt of her head, curious mostly about the androgynous person and a bunnygirl in a revealing dress.

edited 13th Dec '16 1:08:12 PM by FergardStratoavis

Junior's

Her tone growing slightly more grave, Elise responded "Elise Teach, captain o' the Fool's Errand and leader o' the Golden Privateers."

Eyeing Georgia's machete with disdain, the pirate added "Point that pig sticker at me again an' I'll shove it where the sun don't shine."

Junior's

"dragon of vale. try me, shithead. jean, you got a cool title yet?" Georgia nudged Jean with a toe, then... actually didn't point the machete at Elise again, instead resting it at their side. "i'm gonna warn you losers to stay out of our way and let the treasure come to us because we're the ones that actually know how to use it. you probably want to keep all your fingers, just a guess. if you're interested i could do, like, a tutorial for 40% of the treasure if you find it first."

Junior's

Elise shrugged "I dunno, I've been doin' fine with people callin' me cap'n. Don't have much use for fancy titles, can't buy or kill anything with one. What is it with you landlubbers and slappin' daft feckin' sobriquets on anything that breathes?"

Near foot bridge

Vanessa let out a small growl of irritation as she saw the text responses to her call. She quickly disappeared into a small apartment nearby and emerged about five minutes later in a clean set of clothes and her hair still damp from the shower

She began walking towards the last place the thief had been seen. "Any more word on where he was headed?" She texted in reply. "South is a start but that's still a lot of ground to cover, need some more to work with if I'm gonna get him before all the jackasses snooping around our turf do."

Bridge Fight

Maggie grunted in pain and wheeled around to face her remaining foe. Welp, that's gonna smart tomorrow morning- She grit her teeth and wildly swung her crowbar at him. The blow didn't have the strength behind it to put him down, but it was at least enough to startle him into retreating.