Ryuma and Snow Star in:
The Phantom of the (O)Pier(a)
), Ryuma Hitsugaya
), Snow Iclyn
She definitely was a feisty one. Not only had she completely taken Ryuma's threat for granted, she had completely missed the message behind it. Ryuma's half-smile started to go sour as one of his eyebrows twitched. Well, it wasn't that easy to change a person's personality, so he'd have to scare her even more until she actually took responsibilities for her action. The girl really was very good at pushing his buttons the wrong way, backwards and upside down.
The art of stomping was lost on this Princess, then again, maybe it fit her character perfectly. Some stuffy little child who always throws a tantrum when she doesn't get what she wants. Oh! And hates being treated like a child even though she acts like one. From what Ryuma's mother had read to him, Princesses were supposed to be well-mannered, gentle and intelligent, which this shemale seemed to be anything but. While she did seemed riled up by Ryuma's perfect reaction time, he didn't want to have to deal with anymore of her bullshit.
Or so the Parkour Runner would have liked to have ended it that way. But this nagging instinct was thumping angrily in his chest screaming at him to follow her. With weak strength like that, she'd be gobbled up in no time and Ryuma liked to thing he was a chivalrous guy. Ryuma waited a few moments after she left to get up from his chair, only to kick it out of the way in frustration. His head was telling him to get the hell away from her, but his heart told him he was now some super high school level babysitter. Picking up something off the floor, he started to walk after her, he ignored the people to his right, they barely came up on his radar. It wouldn't take long for him to catch up anyway considering his legs were a lot longer and stronger than hers were.
Aurel cautiously strolled on forward, inching more and more closer to the wooden dock, looking over the slick coating of paint. Before he even stepped a foot onto the rather spacious pier, he swiftly glimpsed over his shoulder and made an assessment about the congregation of figures some ways away, as well as the young man with a scowl on his face heading over to merge with them.
A small shudder shot down the thief's spine as his head pivoted the other way, identifying that, no, there were no others walking down that dirt path. A small sigh of exasperation escaped his lips as he stepped onto the docks, mind still in a bit of a flurry after that small incident.
Immediately, Aurel stood still, torso and legs no different than a hardened statue, with the only exception being his head. It swiveled back and forth, squinting with one brow up and a frown; there was... really nothing here other than the hut with a green rooftop. That was honestly the only thing he was drawn to other than the picturesque scene of the lake.
Biting at his index finger, he was drawn in by both things, but in the end, the lake won his attention as he took one step forward, in tandem of letting his hand and arm flop back down to his side. As he eyed the encompassing lake, he also took a small look at the rather towering fences, pondering for a second if it was even possible...
... he didn't even need a second before silently shaking his head, muttering that it was impossible from the analysis.
Regardless, Aurel invariably reached the edge of the docks before a cool breeze disrupted the two. The waters mirror-like appearance became nothing more than ripples, with the thief shivering briefly before raising a hand up to clasp the side of his shoulder. However, a simple gust of air wasn't enough to make him keel over, as chilly as it was outside anyways, as he examined the lake.
Now that he got a closer look, his eyes widened, blinking as he continued to focus on one thing - docks. The boy would of deemed it a good idea to try and grab a canoe he saw earlier in that shack to investigate, save for one issue... a rather big issue.
Large, lethal mini-guns. He stood still, a deer to some headlights as he stared them down. Two were positioned at the dock on the left, both seemingly staring the thief down, as if they were daring
him to come closer... yeah, no, he wasn't that foolish, but...
... the ones on the right had the same amount as the left, looking as equally menacing. Blinking, Aurel took one step back, before noticing something out of the corner of his eye. Coming back through a whiplash, Aurel peered over the edge of the dock once more, only to see the guns revolve to face him. "... so thats how they work,"
he murmured, tapping an index finger against his lips, before lightly nibbling it. Aurel had an idea of how they were programmed, but it was incomplete; there were other variables he wished to test well. Pausing for a second, he pulled himself back up before gazing over his shoulder at the hut.
Instantly, he pivoted around, briskly gliding over the docks to the hut, and swung open the door. Peeking inside, he found a bit of dust floating away as he entered, letting out a soft sneeze as he pulled the door shut. Other than the windows, there seemed to be a wide, unpainted overhead door, locked down by shutters.
It wasn't long before the overhead door was unlocked and flew open with Aurel standing invisibly at the epicenter of it all. With that all said and done, he went and grabbed a rather unwieldy canoe. the thief did stumble a bit, but he did manage to keep his balance before marching out the door...
... what followed next was him gently placing the canoe down on the pier, and rushing over to gaze over two new figures sauntering down the path. Multiple things crossed his mind as the made their way over, one being whether or not they were both hostile or benign...
As Snow was still walking aimlessly with a bad taste in her mouth, she turned to look around a bit. Now that she could get a proper feel for the place, it dawned on her how different this place was. It wasn't like any place she had seen before, and it actually cheered her up a bit to take in the beautiful lake's reflecting sunshine, albeit it through the ugly fences; and then she heard footsteps behind her. "Why are you following me? Leave me alone."
Ryuma slipped his hands behind his head and had started whistling, "I don't exactly want ya to try and kill someone else. I'm just trying to protect others, ya know. I don't want that guilt on my conscience."
So what if he was lying? She probably wouldn't give a damn if he said what he was really thinking anyway. He took the extra step so that he stood side by side with her and watched her expression change, "It ain't too bad to buddy up, is it?" "Tch, fine, you can be my meatshield when we find the culprits."
She said, turning her pouting head to face away from Ryuma as he walked beside her. "You should worry about them, not me..."
Oh shit. Did she read his mind? How could he ever show his face again after receiving a blow like this?! Pfft. Whatever. It wasn't like he cared what Princess thought of him. All thoughts of appeasing her had been thrown out the window when Ryuma saw the chairs headed for his face. As long as she wasn't going to continue whining, the Parkour Runner was willing to take it as a win. As the boy started observing the area around them, he pondered, "So docks... Considering what we've seen so far, looks to me like some sleepaway camp. Think we might be able to catch a ride across the water-"
That's when he was the second one to notice something black and gleaming at the end of the docks. "Fucking hell..."
This wasn't the first time he'd seen one of those. "They were smart enough to catch us off-guard-"
She said, finally looking back at Ryuma as he so suddenly dished out swearwords. She then followed the line of sight from Ryuma's point of view until it landed on what probably elicited his response. "They wouldn't just let us ride out of here by boat."
Her words sounded very calm and rational as she looked at what appeared to be turrets; on the inside, she was really scared though, as one should be when faced with a giant weapon of destruction.
As the duo continued to make "proverbial" jabs and conversed, Aurels head slowly pivoted, watching them with an uncertain gaze. They didn't seem too bad, at least, aside from the girl who was a bit abrasive at most. He slinked forward, gliding over the docks like an apparition as he steadily, and cautiously approached the silver-white duo.
Eventually, the thief found himself standing beside the girl in rather stylishly cute clothing. Unflinchingly, the boy leaned over the edge of the dock once more, and the guns that once were so devoid of life, snapped to attention. Each minigun was pointed at the duo and the invisible boy suddenly as he did a double-take on each of the docks before pulling away, the guns returning back to their original positions. "... they seem to target any human being that is over the lake; dunno how close you can get yet,"
he uttered, stiffly and cooly, crossing both of his arms as he glanced at the duo for a mere second before returning a cold, calculating gaze back to the lake.
The only other consideration he gave to the two was a rather, casual bit of inquiry with a neutral appearance as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before reclining a tinge. "... so, you two are trapped here as well, right?"
It really was weird how those turrets just stood there aiming at anyone getting close to the three as the white haired boy pointed out; usually you would program them to watch the shore on the outside of the fence, not within; it showed that the turrets were there to keep them in, trapped like the white...haired...boy...said. "Wha!?"
With a sudden display of agility, Snow relocated herself to stand behind Ryuma. Why
was there a boy here? How did he get here so silently, was he sneaking up to them? But then why would he announce his presence like that? Snow's mind was going crazy as this tranquil kid just stood there non-chalantly, but Snow would have none of it. This greying kid just thought he could jump out of nowhere and scare her like that? No way would she just let that happen; besides, she needed answers from him, mostly the ones she kept fuzzing over. "Wha-why-H-how did you get there!?"
With the sound of the white haired boy's voice, Ryuma's feet immediately pivoted, ready to jump away from the supposed intruder. While he had appeared quite suddenly, Princess stood in between the two of them, allowing Ryuma the necessary time to escape by using her as a meat shield. The athlete tried to keep his surprise off his face, but Princess was a different story altogether.
It actually felt kinda nice to have Princess use him as a shield, in some twisted chivalrous way. He knew she was only doing the same thing as he was thinking earlier, but at least he was trusted more than some kid who just appeared out of thin air. "...That seems to be the case, comrade. Though it seems Princess doesn't care for ya subtlety."
They were from Hope's Peak, so he would have to have some kind of body talent, especially with sneaky skills like that. Ryuma would have to be on guard, but he also found the small boy's talent fascinating. "Let's just get introductions out of the way, I'm Ryuma, SHSL Parkour, you?"
That was... somewhat expected? Regardless, Aurel mildly perked up at the reaction, slightly inching his head towards them, yet kept a distant appearance as he glanced between the lethal weaponry, clear blue lake, and the duo, who were a bit on edge. Closing his eyes and inhaling deeply through his nose, he pivoted around to face them, no longer crossing his arms. "... just walked up to you two... that's all,"
he uttered, sounding almost bored and indifferent as he placed an arm on his side and pointed towards the open hut and canoe. "... plus, I've been here ever since you stepped onto the docks..."
Tilting his head to the side, he still kept peering away from them as the boy with the shaggy appearance interjected, still defensive, yet open to introductions.
This is good; they were open to talking with him, even more so with one of them admitting that they were a student attending Hopes Peak, or rather that they were an ultimate. "Ultimate Parkourist,"
he uttered silently, eyes becoming sharp enough to part the lake as he stared at it. The hand that was placed on his side moved up to his lips as he began slightly nibbling at it, semi-ignoring the duo for a second.
He didn't immediately respond to Ryuma, instead opting to mutter things under his breath for at least a minute, alternating between sixteen, ultimates, Hopes Peak, etc. Of course, he instantly ended this trance upon dropping his finger from his mouth, wiping it on his side. "... er, sorry about that,"
he coolly uttered before raising a clenched fist to his mouth, and cleared his throat before introducing himself. "Ryuma Hitsugami, right? I'm Aurel Fuchs, the..."
He hesitated for a moment, visually shifting as he anchored his head much farther away. His fingers toiled and rubbed rather uncomfortably against one another before he finally finished. "... Ultimate Thief." "So, uh, who are you, Miss,"
Aurel hastily spoke up, leaning over as if to eye Snow, still adhering by that same composure he had before as he now turned the question over to the girl.
Instead of answering though, Snow simply stood there observing Aurel with stinging eyes; he was lying. There's simply no way that he was just walking up to them and standing there before the two even got here, they would have spotted or heard him for sure. Who is stupid enough to make up such a seriously idiotic excuse and expect anyone
to fall for it. He even hesitated when uttering his ultimate, proving that he didn't think that far ahead; what an idiot. "Parkour boy, restrain this man."
Snow coldly stated while pointing a finger at Aurel. "he's lying, so we have our first culprit."
This kid seemed to have some crazy past based on the clothes he was wearing. His mumbling put Ryuma on edge, he felt the urge to get close enough to hear what the kid was saying, but the athlete wasn't that reckless. He shifted his hands into his pockets as he waited for the white-haired kid to do his thing and only started to pay attention to his words again when he spoke clearly enough.
The boy froze. How the living hell did the kid know his name? Ryuma's hands balled into fists in his pockets and his mostly carefree expression hardened. He might have been a co-conspirator with the kidnappers or a mole. Whatever he was, the kid was skinny as a popsicle stick and even with his almost supernatural-like talent, Ryuma should be able to beat him up to pulp if need be.... Not that he would want to go that far with a kid.
Ultimate Thief seemed to fit the kid perfectly. Slim, can get into small nooks and crannies easily. His outlandish appearance seemed like it would be easy to pick him out from the crowd, but if he moved too fast, Ryuma supposed that wouldn't be an issue. But still, this kid Aurel was dangerous and needed to be taken seriously. "What kind of scum wou-"
The athlete started to curse under his breath before getting interrupted by the lionness. That
was the reason she was accusing him? "I doubt he's lying but... With speed like that, working as a mole would be a piece of cake."
Ryuma took a step closer to Aurel, one of his hands slipping back out of his pocket. In his center pocket was a chair leg half the size of his forearm, sharp enough on one end. "Now where the hell are we?"
His voice got deeper as he moved, stretching the wood out in front of him.
But meh, weapons were never really Ryuma's style. After a second for effect, he let the chair leg drop and put his hands back in his pockets, "Look, it really is too dull to fight over this. We need info Firecracker, so tell us before anything else gets nasty. Princess, if you want to have at it, go for it, I don't want a knife to the back." "... huh?"
Aurel couldn't help but be a bit... bewildered by the turn of events. They didn't seem like bad people at first, but now they were both... threatening him? It was difficult to understand the turn of events, other than him possibly saying Ryuma's full name, but regardless, that put the thief on the defensive.
The first part of being called scum and even a liar caused a subtle contortion of his face, via a mild but nearly unnoticeable frown, one of his eyebrows barely rising up, and so on. Alongside that, one of the thief's arms was slightly rising up, followed by one of his legs faintly moving back. It was even worse when he was called a mole; he could understand the implications behind that due to his... "work," but a claim of being one somewhat left a bad taste in his mouth with these two. "... I'm right here y'know,"
he muttered rather coldly at the misguided assessments, shaking his head before his eyes went moderately wide. Whether both eyes appeared amused or said that he was mildly surprised at the turn of events, Aurel knew differently.
The thief's arm was completely raised, crossing the side of his chest as he slid his leg an inch or two back. Instead of staring at the Ultimate Parkourist, he was now glaring at the wood, seemingly intent on burning it away by just staring at it.
Aurel really wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt; he honestly didn't want to come to blows... it felt... hrm.
Regardless, with the threat in hand, he continued listening, ears as keen as his focused eyes, continuously staring at the wooden leg... and then, Ryuma dropped it.
In the midst of the fall and the start of the dialogue, Aurel nimbly lunged at the piece, swiping it up, and vanishing. Repositioning, the thief now found himself staring at the small gap between where the girl was holding onto Ryuma, he did his best to still his breath, panting in and out. This was... he didn't... hm... "What the hell!? Stop doing that!"
Snow suddenly flinched as Aurel dissapeared only to reappear somewhere else. Her eyes visibly widening as she spotted the table leg that the culprit was now wielding. God why did Ryuma drop it, you don't just drop your weapon in front of the enemy; idiot.
The kid suddenly vanished, making Ryuma involuntarily flinch. How could he do that? There had to be some kind of trick to it and Ryuma definitely wanted to learn it. It seemed as though Aurel didn't really take the athlete's humor well... He'd have to placate that before he got shanked.
Despite the reactions, he chose to have faith in them, believing that it was mainly the tension of the situation. As the scene stilled, Aurel left his defensive posture behind in favor of a more relaxed and casual one. Opting for a different approach, he strode behind both
the girl and Ryuma; reaching over, he gave a light tap on the boy's head with the blunt end.
The tap wouldn't hurt him, rather it was a gentle one that lacked any sort of malice behind it. Of course, as he performed it, he appeared before the duo, albeit, taking a bit of a large step away as he tenderly grasped the leg. "... sixteen cabins, all of them with names on them; yours, mine, and presumably hers,"
he calmly asserted as he paused for a second, looking away from the two, his face pointing at the cabins instead. To demonstrate, he deftly discarded the table leg, tossing like a rag doll it in the general direction he looked in.
As he lobbed it away, the thief winced a bit as he felt that he cut his index finger. Quickly masking the pain with a stoic grimace and a small sigh, he turned his face a tinge to... somewhat face the two. "... so, instead of resorting to threats, lets instead be sensible about this, Ryuma and,"
he paused for a second, raising his injured finger up to his lips, tapping on them for what felt like a second before he raised his finger and stabbed at the air towards the girl. "... Snow Iclyn?... or is it Chika-" "STOP...monologuing,"
said Snow with that trademark disgusted face which only contorted heavier as Aurel spoke her name. "Such a lame excuse for knowing our names; if you saw them on the cabins, you wouldn't guess my name that fast."
Her words stung like killer bees as she folded her arms, clearly unimpressed by the attempt at persuasion, she gave Ryuma a short glance before starting to walk towards Aurel. "God I have to do everything myself...let us go, before you hurt yourself."
Ryuma flinched as the end of the wood cracked on his head and quickly pivoted to face the Thief, only to move full circle. His tense mouth was slowly curling up at the sides at Aurel's dexterity. The athlete wouldn't challenge him right away, he'd have to understand how he was able to move so fast. But a match had to be fate. Ryuma hadn't failed to notice Aurel wince, but he wasn't buddy buddy enough with the kid to ask why. So he's probably not the mole...
This chick, seriously. While she really was doing something stupid, Ryuma doubted Snow would do any real damage and Aurel had patience for miles judging from their earlier interaction. "Look Princess, I'm all for a little cat fight every now and again, but we don't have time for this. He ain't a mole and he could've already killed us if he really wanted to."
He gave a glance at the Thief, "Sorry about earlier."
Too lazy to get in between them, he called out from behind her with a shit-eating grin, "I didn't realize you'd have such a cute name, Snow Icyln. It really melts my heart." "... -ko Himura,"
he murmured the last portion to himself as the girl instantly interjected. Part of his mouth was left agape, seemingly stumped on the response as he pondered to himself over if he really was monologuing as the girl threw sharp accusations at him that only rebounded due to how blunt and untrue they were. "Was I really going on a monologue? I thought that was... short,"
he uttered somewhat unexpressively and mildly, tapping his bottom lip with his cut, sensitive finger. But still, he began rapping a bit faster with her words, affirming that he was right from the get go before slowing the rapping down to a regular pace... with her demanding to let them out.
... he could try if there was a gate and a lock-pick somewhere... but that was still a hard try.
Other than that, the honest words that were much more calm, casual, and relaxed that emanated from Ryuma still shocked and stung him more than anything the girl had thrown at him so far. "... kill,"
he mused with a certain amount of horror hidden within the articulation, treating it as if it was a taboo as the woman began to stomp over to him.
Even with the words, there was a sort of comfort in the gray boy's smile as Aurel took a small step back from the ever encroaching lady, listening to the comment that she did
have a cute name. The thief just... paused.
Was he trying to defuse her?...
... either way, he was right... "Snow Iclyn... hm... it is a pretty name..."
And so was the girl and her dress as well... hm... "Shut up Romeo."
Snow snarkily said over her shoulder towards Ryuma as she kept walking, clearly not listening to the parkour man; maybe it was because of their situation, but the fact that they both called her name pretty
didn't bother her as much as she would've thought. Nonetheless, now that she entered Aurel's personal space, she reached out her arms towards his chest, intent on pushing him to the ground to subdue him.
... ok, so that wasn't exactly enough, but it was an attempt as the boys legs started to work once more, taking a few, minuscule baby steps as the girl encroached closer and closer to the boy. Eventually, it ended with him not outpacing the girl as he stared out into the lake, seemingly "ignoring" her advances.
Of course, he did notice something out of the corner of his eye - two arms reaching towards the boy, palms open. Either she was going to try and grapple Aurel or shove him, he didn't know... but he couldn't help but deeply frown as he deftly pivoted away from the lady and the lake, sighing as he now stood in front of her with one foot pressed farther back than the other.
While Aurels visage was now put directly from her, his eyes drifted away to the fences, not even bothering to acknowledge what happened with his body. This resulted in the thief faintly shrugging his shoulders, with an almost bored sigh that was followed by a question. "... what are you trying to do?"
Before he could even receive a response, some hellish intervention caused a sudden ring. This resulted in the poor boys face contorting a bit, causing the thief to appear more expressive than he was earlier. That cool, aloof nature was beginning to fall apart as his arms suddenly recoiled, rising high up to clasp over his ears as his head twisted around to view one of the monitors stationed on the hut.
His frown was much more visible than before, save he was brandishing a set of pearly white teeth that were grinding against each other due to that irritating bit of noise. "Noisy,"
he growled almost gutturally through his cinched teeth. When he almost thought it was over, suddenly a voice emanated from the monitors. That voice.
That god damn voice was just... grating...
While his ears attempted to avoid committing suicide from the dreadfully, vexing ear rape, one of his hands shot down into one of his pockets, fumbling and shifting around desperately for something. Following that, he cupped his ears with said hand and went about the other pocket, shifting uncomfortably as he did so.
Unluckily enough, he found that his earplugs weren't there either. While the irony wasn't lost on him, this didn't prevent Aurel from mentally cursing as he found himself doomed to listen to this... thing
speak, but with a terrible, terrible
... eventually, this unpleasant announcement came to a close, causing the boy to skulk over a bit as a breath of relief escaped his lips. Both of his arms instantly dropped to his side as Aurel groaned one word out. "... annoying..." "Tsk..."
As Snow now stood in front of Aurel, her angry gaze were focused on him...and yet that boy didn't even look her in the eyes; he hides in the shadows, dodges all efforts against him, and doesn't even dare look people in the eyes, what a coward. This boy just got on Snow's nerves in a way that most humans would be terrified off. In any case, she had no intent on staying near this cowardly thief, so she abruptly pivoted on her feet and furiously stomped of again, in no particular direction. "You better hope the shrieking guy on the other side of that monitor has the answers I want, or I'm coming back for you Aurel."
Ryuma stood back and watched, cocking his head at the sound of the announcement. They'd finally have some answers and a chance to see the big boss, but he didn't sound tough, more annoying and unpredictable. It was interesting to see how Aurel and Snow reacted to the announcement, but mostly, he just wanted everything to be over and done with. "So... Wanna walk together or do you need a potty break?" "... bye?"
Aurel just continued to stare in the opposite direction as the girl trudged away, holding up a hand and waving... awkwardly to the cute girl... maybe she just... didn't know how to act in this situation or was like a tootsie-pop he snatched from a store once?
Sighing, he shrugged the encounter off, swaying his head at the absurdity of this whole situation, glaring unblinkingly at the glowing green arrows... and noticed a couple of more glowing green monitors littered around the area... the abundance was... jarring as is with the constant clash of technology and nature, followed by the mysterious circumstance that they were all here...
Aurel shivered slightly; whether it was at the gust of wind or a possibility of some awakened nameless fear haunting his heart, he just stood there, still as a statue. He silently processed the situation that was occurring, closing his eyes and seemingly meditating on it all. The only real thing that broke him out of his trance was probably the closest person he could see as...
... friendly, yet not familiar; normal in personality, yet special in talent. Taking in a deep breath, his eyes fluttered open, and for a brief moment, he made some form of eye contact with the boy as he pivoted and took a small step in the girls direction.
Despite how he seemed to be outright ignoring the boy, Aurel displayed that he was acknowledging him, in the peculiar way it was, via keeping his neck turned so a part of his visage could be outright seen by the other Ultimate. He was silent for a second, pausing outright with his foot extended in front of him... "... after that craptastic pun, I might need one,"
he said with a neutral, somewhat wavering tone of voice as the thief's head instantly turned back in front of him taking a couple of steps forward before stopping in front of the path, looking over at the now barren fields... "... you don't seem so bad,"
he murmured, taking one more glance behind him in the general direction of the Parkourist before continuing. "... so, shall we get going, Ryuma?"
The Princess really was a handful, but the athlete was feeling a weird connection with Aurel. A part of him was wanting to get his autograph while another part wanted to spar, while yet another part wanted to treat him like a younger brother... And all with a guy he had just met. This really did feel like some shit dream now that Ryuma thought about it. He hadn't felt something like this since he had last been with his older brother...
The Parkourist shuddered for a second before catching the tailend of Aurel's mumbling. Slipping back on his shit-eating grin, he followed after the other boy until they were in step with each other. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me,"
he chortled, rubbing at the back of his neck, it really was stinging pretty badly.