I was there when the two fought.
They were brothers, both older than I was. For them, their arguments were merely bickering, jabbing at each other’s flaws to emerge as a victor. None of their arguments held words, however, because the meaning of their actions were enough to send the message. There was a mutual bond between them, no matter how angry they could get at some points, because they were both connected to one another.
Both were gifted- the only kind of this realm. And their gifts would be awe-inspiring to the current state of mankind. Creation and destruction- two gifts that defined the two from each other, but also made them inevitably connected.
The older brother was like an inventor, tinkering with things quite often. Life was his greatest joy, but it was also his greatest achievement. And life for the younger brother, too, was his greatest joy- he took no part in its existence, however. Instead, the younger brother chose to view what the older brother created, destroying what made little to no sense, or what didn’t come off as tasteful for himself.
They played with the same set of building blocks, watching life unfold steadily into something more meaningful than just creations to amuse themselves with. One would put together the blocks, and the other would focus more on ridding it of debris and unneeded blocks.
But time passed along with their amusement, as their goals grew ambitious. The two had visions unique from one another- visions the other could not understand.
They couldn’t understand what they became to one another.
A rivalry burned between them as a result, centuries of unanswered questions gone by. But one day, the two realized that in the midst of their arguments, they had refuse to work together ever since they grew more confident- prouder in themselves. Rather than work together and sorting out their differences like they always have, their vision and the unfamiliar fear of “losing” brought only harm from their dissolving harmony.
That was why they made mankind.
I watched them.
With man, their gifts had been realized as they deemed that they truly reached the epitome of their achievements. Together, they built an image that they can be proud of together. A painting, flawless to their eyes, composed of only the best of what they had culminated…
Yet, even then, I remained curious.
And only I-…
The interior of the small airship remained rather silent aside from the team inside it.
The mission was simple on paper. Something was sending traffic into the Cross Continental Transmit System, as well as radios further away from established civilizations. Team BASL was assigned to search for what appears to be the cause of the disruptions in a rather remote location further away from the establishments in Vale. Communication had become somewhat inconsistent between Vale and the other continents, as the disruptions occurred rather randomly. Whatever caused the disruptions continued to hamper with most forms of technological communication.
As such, BASL would check the area for any potential dangers first. Considering how far down the wilderness they had come, and the unknown number of Grimm in the surrounding area to begin with, the decision to keep reinforcements minimal, but efficient had been made.
There were several oddities within the mission briefing that remains a concern, the most prominent one being the fact that there were few Grimm in a place so far away. One would think there’d be a handful of Grimm, even if most of them were just Klein class, but there were almost none of them present in this exact location.
There was also the fact that approaching the location with airships reportedly jam the controls severely the closer they got. What is presumed to be an electric pulse is induced whenever an airship approaches the isolated building out in the wild, though there were reports of pilots feeling their Aura tingle whenever the pulse activated.
The building appears to be large, but not large enough to house a colossal threat. Yet, so far, nobody has entered the building itself. Only the emblem of Atlas could be found painted on the wall, though the paint appeared dry and on the verge of falling off.
Though military had naturally followed the students, all of them were to keep their ground at the team’s rendezvous point- a long walk away from the building. Getting in the way of the students was the last thing the few soldiers present would be tasked to do, and considering the fights Huntsmen got into, keeping a distance for firing range while preparing for a solid lift would be reasonably efficient.
There would be only one reinforcement that would follow BASL, though everyone in the ship seemed wary of his presence. They spoke nothing else of the boy named
“Jan” aside from that he would assist in looking through every nook and cranny. He was apparently transferring into Beacon in the near future from Shade Academy.
The airship continued to make its way towards the mission site.
Clink.The coin fell on the ground for the fifth time.
He sat alone in the room, with only a single bench in it. Whether he liked the room’s cramped size, nobody could know due to his expression being shadowed by his hood.
Taking out a small object smaller than the palm of his hand, he pressed on it, flipping it open. He stared intently through his messy hair.
A small smile formed on his face, but it was fleeting. Soon, it returned to his usual unreadable expression.
Putting away the small thing, he stretched his arms before leaning his lithe body against the wall behind him. As the airship began to shake, however, the coin on the ground rattled.
They were about to arrive.
Picking himself up, he plucked the coin off the ground before leaving the small room.
“I can’t guarantee any radios or Scrolls to work around this area,” a soldier in a standard uniform told the team. “Professor Ozpin has stated that some form of communication should an emergency arise should still be prepared beforehand, however.”
The day skies shone brightly, with trees and rocky terrain covering much of the landscape. No Grimm were seen hovering in the air, and like the reports had suggested, there had yet to be a sight of any Grimm. It wasn’t necessarily a groundbreaking sight to see places not filled with Grimm occasionally, but it was still odd to see a consistent lack of it in a single area.
The bright day suggested anything but a hard mission, but everyone knew that anything could go down in a mission with very little info.
Handing what appeared to be a small flare gun to the sky-blue-haired boy, the soldier spoke, “I’m handing two flare rounds for you to use- one blue, one red. Using either one outside will get us preparing to pick you up, so I advise keeping at least one for backup in case anything happens. Jan here will be recording anything that needs to be reported, so the four of you can focus more on the mission itself. Keeping close may be for the best.
“We will stand by looking out the area in case any Grimm show up.”
With that, the present soldiers began taking their positions as the team’s mission began.
The Unsettled
Sangue stared at the trees in front of them, and then at the direction of where the building was supposed to be.
Apparently, they were to cross this forest to the building. There seemed to be a circle of trees surroundings the building, hiding its presence from certain low angles.
A few steps away from the landing zone, she stuck close to her team members, fully dressed in her uniform. She had yet to put her organic hand tightened around the grip of her blade- a sign that indicates she is fully cautious. This was her first mission with her prosthetic arm present, and while she was still getting used to it, she intended on keeping its usage minimal aside from when it was truly needed.
She glanced at Jan.
The sky-blue-haired boy seemed to be equipped with a single dagger and a revolver. He didn’t seem to have any heavy equipment, donning only a hazy blue, short-sleeved hoodie with cargo pants, with a black skin-tight suit covering all of his body aside from his head. His physique in particular made him look rather vulnerable. Almost even moreso than herself, if she were to be honest. He had yet to speak to any of them, though his mannerisms made him off to be polite.
She hadn’t seen him in action, however, so she withheld any judgment about his abilities. There was little info about him to begin with, for some reason.
Sangue turned to Ben, her leader, with the intent of trailing behind him as she usually did.
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