Esailia

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Alonare's ear twitched as she pulled her bow out again, glancing around as she asked "Your team? Rescue or hunters?" her tone was even, neither hopeful or disdainful. She gave him a few seconds to answer before the sound of the city returned, and Alonare hopped up nimbly to a perch made of vertical airship and part of the building that it had landed on, crouching like a predator poised to strike. The Faunus gave the surrounding area a slow gaze in all directions, not yet seeing any Grimm in the area. Either everyone was dead, or still disoriented and not yet embracing their emotions.

Perched on a ledge overlooking a square, arrow notched and bowstring pulled back, feminine hands were tensed in that position, her aim directed at a man in a suit addressing a small group of humans and very few Faunus. He himself wasn't a Faunus from outward appearances. He finished whatever speech he was making and headed off behind stage where a car was waiting for him....and then the bowstring twanged mutely and the arrow flew. The accuracy was dead on, burying into his throat just as he sat down in the backseat, shattering the passenger window in the process...

Remnants [Cyndyr && Esailia]

@Cyndyr
Ye, I'm fine. just been busy. I'm heading out this morning for work so I'll be able to reply at the earliest this afternoon. <3

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"Was fine till an airship wanted to land on my head. Haven't found anyone else besides you. She the only one you care about? I don't want to stick around for the crying to start."

Alonare replied in a quick, rapid-fire way to save time. Now was hardly a time for politeness or thought out sentences, and her seemingly off-handed mention of crying was obvious: Gotta move before the Grimm are attracted to the survivors who couldn't compartmentalize.

But the Faunus wasn't completely unfeeling. She hooked her bow onto her back and quickly offered her assistance in helping Ash to his feet, adding "I'm Alonare."

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Sorry about the delayed response, bleh day >.<

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Alonare's ears perked at a dull thumping across the distance unlike the din of the crashsite, and she quickly picked her way across towards it, Keeping herself aware of any other potential sounds. It was unlike her to really care about others, but something made her push forward to find and save people in light of what happened this night.

The Faunus climbed over what used to be the cockpit, looking down and finally spotting the source of the thumping: A boy that didn't even have chin stubble yet. She slid down a hull chunk and landed silently beside him, her aura lighting up for a moment before it dissipated. "Can you move anything else? And is the girl beside you dead?" She asked, but she didn't keep her gaze on him, instead looking around with her bow at the ready. The whipping of her head around shook her hair, revealing her neck often enough as she waited for a response.

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Is that....an alarm? Was Alonare's first thought as she started to swim out of her unconsciousness. She could hear nothing but a high pitched ringing sound, and she found herself sprawled out on some rubble, her weapon thrown several yards away. Why is it over there? But as she looked around, her head still dizzy, she started to remember The airship.

The Faunus wobbled up onto her hands and knees, crawling over crumbled building and bits of ship towards her bow, her instinct screaming at her to be armed. She knew from experience no one could do anything without being able to fight back, and as she recovered and grew a bit quicker, it dawned on her Grimm could be racing towards them at any moment. The ringing was subsiding just as Alonare reached her bow, to be replaced with crackling of fire and the sparks of electrical conduits shorting out repeatedly. She could finally assess the destruction around her more clearly, and what she saw dwarfed everything else that happened that night.

It was a slice of hell. the dead and living were sprawled out, the ship cracked open like an egg from the impact with a department store. Alonare didn't even think about any possible survivors that could've been hiding there. She buckled down on her emotions, a self-taught skill out of necessity and started for the crash.

Looking around, she passed over several people, either dead or too far gone to care about. But she stopped short as she heard someone calling out names, and called out herself "Remain calm! If you are alive, find something to bang on!" Before taking her own advice and clanging the tip of her bow on a nearby piece of hull, the clear tinging sound of metal on metal ringing across the hell-scape.

She banged a few more times, before pushing forward towards the voice, hopefully the person would take her advice and make it easier to find them as well as others...

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Didn't see anything on Alonare? I'm going to leave it up to an RPG injury table and a random number generator to see how she fared XD

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My thought process was this: To keep it balanced in 'stuff we can't control', I caused the ship to start falling, so you get to decide how well off the ship is on crashlanding <3

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Jumping nimbly across rooftops, Alonare was keeping pace with a small pack of Beowolves who apparently caught a scent they liked. She hadn't hunted Grimm at all, but she knew that all packs, be it Grimm or slavers, had a similar goal: To hunt down prey for their own benefit. Currently they were making a beeline for Beacon, that shining tower ever in the distance where so-called protectors of humanity were trained. Where were they, now that the world was crashing down around Humanity's ears? defending their own no doubt...

The Faunus locked down her thoughts and focused on her footwork, her body emanating a very dull dark green aura as she leaped from ledge to ledge. Whatever these Grimm were after, she secretly hoped the people on the other end of the trail were bad. She didn't have many arrows left...
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High above, caught in the crossfire between Grimm and military vessels, evacuation airships were starting to drop. Apparently the fear exuding from the survivors were drawing Nevermores like moths to a flame, despite any effort from the military. One such ship was hit by the body of a smaller nevermore, but it was enough to knock the ship off course and at an extreme angle to the ground. The pilot was helpless to recover, and chaos erupted as objects and people were flung around the passenger bay.
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An explosion above her made Alonare stop short of her next jump to look skyward.....just in time to see a skyship barreling toward her. ".....crap." was all she said before dashing TOWARD the ship. Logic dictated a falling object at an angle will keep going in the direction of inertia, so her only hope was to get under and behind the crash zone.

Plans never really work out the way one wants them to...

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so I was thinking to avoid any conflict with the main story till they 'fail', we could crash the airship, and Alonare could be the one crashed on? It'd meet them up, maybe give us a few random throwaway characters to interact with, and push the story past that night?