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Silme Raana

[b]"Yeah, yeah, I'll see what I can scrounge up, but do,remember it'll cost you if I have to pay for this information, Mags."[/b]Silme was in a chair, wearing his regular hooded cloak and leather rogue wear, fiddling with a helmet he was working on. It had taken him a while, but he finally finished it, a masked helmet shaped like the mask of a Beowolf, a great way to inspire fear in his enemies. He'd even made so that the eyes glow ominously, with one being a bright silver and the other being a dark, scarlet red. After doing a final check of everything, he folded down his ears and put the mask portion over his face, a lot of metal plates moving into place to make the helmet portion of the gear, a perfect fit. After some more fiddling, he activated the communication piece and eye glow, turning to his partner in crime as he got up. 

[b]"Sapphire,"[/b] he began, his voice purposely distorted by the mask to make it sound deeper and more bestial, [b]"I'm going on by myself, going to check some things out, don't wait up for me, just head straight home and be careful. I'll be home as soon as I can. As for the rest of you, try not to die, meatsticks."[/b] With that, he left the room, picking up Scarlet Ravager as he did so. Contrary to the name, the claws were actually a dark, non-reflective black, the glow of the Dust cartridges being hidden by the cartridge cover. The name came from what they looked like after a fight, as well the state they left their victims when he really got into a fight.

Exiting the hideout as quietly as possible, he found himself in a back alley, trash everywhere and the smell of human waste and decay was too much, especially for his heightened Faunus senses. The helmet helped block them out, if only a little, as he made his way through the alley until he came to a ladder that led to the rooftop. He waited until he got to the very top of the roof before he dug into his weapon, pulling out a scroll of paper with a snarky smile, opening it up to look over the contents. [b][i]Convoy routes for Dust shipments being sent through the city. . . Jackpot. Thank you Mags, now comes the easy bit, taking it from Torchprick's goons.[/i][/b]

Picking the least guarded convoy, Silme put away the scroll in his pack and equipped his weapon, the claw part being pulled back to allow ease of using his hands as he began his sprint over the city, silenty making his way towards the nearest junction where the convoy was stopping to pick up some more Dust, then they'd leave to join another convoy. He soon arrived at the rest area, just as the convoy stopped at the junction. It was composed of a single truck, one Mech suit, and about a dozen pieces of cannon fodder. This was going to be like taking candy from a baby.

He waited until half the group went into the target Dust shop to 'convince' the owner to part with some Dust for the cause, then he jumped down an alkey, watching from the shadows as one of the men came close to the opening. His hands shot out of the darkness, grabbing him,by his head and snapping his neck with a quick, brutal twist before dragging him into the alley. Then the massacre began, as he stealthily moved around thegroup, who were stupidly over-confident, not to mention slow. It wasn't until he had gone through half of the guys outside that they got on that something was up. The mech driver, sensing something a miss, scrambled back into his suit after having decidednto take a leak break on the sidewalk. [i]Goddamit man, you're a faunus not an animal, just hold it.[/i] That guy was going down first, Silme was to pissed off at him to attack anyone else.

Sprinting out into the open from a different alley, he channeled his Sembalance into his claws, causing them to flip up andover his outstretched hands, a trail of reddish-silver following him as he reached the mech leg. He pressed a butyon in the gauntlet, spinning the cartridge holder until it hit Ice, before he struck out a viscous cross-slash at his target, causing a reddish silver ice to spread ober the entire limb and even to the main chasis, the addition of his Sembalance making the ice extremely caustic, the metal appendage already beginning to creak as the load it bore started to become more than it could take. Unaware of this, the mech turned to fire at him with it's light machine guns, but he was already gone, charging the 3 goon who had seemed to finally come to their senses as they all open fire on Silme with their assault rifles. Switching to wind Dust now, jumped into the air and began to spin around violently, causing a tornado of acidic winds to form arpund him as he fell towards the group, their bullets being corroded into dust before they even reached him.

He crashed into them, the winds burning their eyes and leaving them defenseless to his next attack. He stabbed his right claw forward into one of them, then pulled it out through the side, sending pieces of the soldier everywhere. His next victim was to be used as a human shield as the Mech open fire on him, he grabbed one of the blinded men and pulled him in front to take the brunt of the onslaught and his aura barrier deflected whated ever got through him. The Mech advanced quickly, still firing as he moved bacwards, his cover being blown away piece by bloody piece as he waited for the right moment to strike. Suddenly, the Mech stumbled a bit as its frozen leg broke open, revealing the vulnerable joints that keeps the thing stable.

[b][i]Jackpot![/i][/b] Silme thought with a grin under his mask as he shifted his free claw into it's SMG mide and the Dust cartridge to Fire, turning the bullets into tiny explosive as he blasted the weakspot witg a barrage of burst-fire until the leg broke, causing the Mech to fall over with a crash. Turning to the store front, mutilated corpse still in hand, he reloaded the clip and open fire on the final goons he needed dead, mowing them down as they exited the store, the doorframe creating the perfect little bottleneck for his piercing bullets to eviscerate them. He stopoed firing only when the final man fell to the ground, before turning towards the surviving member, who was frozen in fear and had ckearly wet himself. Silme looked like a hungering demon with the corpse in his hands and the heterochromic red and silver of his eyes, piercing into the man's soul.

[b]"Get in the truck and drive us to the Loner Zone, I'll be in back where the cargo is, and remember, I'll know where we're headed, and if you deviate just the slightest bit, you'll end up like your buddies over there, so get moving."[/b]Silme dropped the corpse and walked over to the Mech just as the pilot pops out, only to find himself looking down the barrel of Scarlet Ravager.

"End of the line for me, huh." He stated, unusually calm given the circumstances.

"Sorry," Silme responded, surprised to find that he trul meant it. Didn't stop him pulling the trigger, though.The White Fang had stripped him of his mercy a long time ago. "But with the life we chose, one is rarely assured a gentle death." He finushed quietly, staring at the man's corpse for a momentbefore turni g to the last one alive. "Did I stutter before, get in the fucking truck."

Fearfully, the man sprung inyo action, not even thinking of radioing back for fear of what might happen to him. Silme,using Corrosion and vials of Fire Dust, disposed of all the evidence he could of his presencd by fading away ghe blood, corroding bodies to nothingness, and setting the mech on a timer. He knew Torchprick's goons would be here soon, so he decided to leave a little gift for them inside the suit.

Silme got in the truck, and ordered the mam to move out. They drove slowly at first, but quickly picked up speed as thdy went along their way towards the Loner Zone. They were almost there when a large explosion could be heard rocked throigh the air, causing Silme to smile. [i]I hope they like it, I made it with love, kindness, and a few pounds of highly volatile Fire Dust. I'm like fucking Santa Claus, but with explosions.[/i]

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TL;DR: Rebellious teen is rebellious, Silme goes against everything that Magdeline says and makes off with a Truck full of dust heading to the Loner Zone. And who says crime doesn't pay?