Twilight Crusade Ch.12, Paranoia Ember and Raven walked through the suffocating darkness together, cautiously making their way toward Greyson, Azure, and Kita. Though Raven’s faunus heritage allowed her to see in the night, Ember only saw pitch black. The Moon above was obscured by the sheer cliff to the right of the pair.
Suddenly, Raven gasped, stopped, and deployed her shield, raising it in front of Ember. She was completely still.
“What? What do you see?” Ember quietly asked.
“Th-There’s a person. I-It’s moving toward us...” Raven whispered, barely able to speak.
“Who’s there?” Ember boldly asked, grabbing two of her daggers. “Identify yourself if you want to see sunrise!”
“Ember... I-It disappeared,” Raven said, not quite believing what she saw. “Th-There was a person floating toward us, a-and now it’s gone
Twilight Crusade Ch.11, Fear Twilight Crusade’s airship stalled above the dry, cracked Earth, lowering slowly. Plumes of dust scattered in every direction underneath, leaving a clear circle of stone for the airship to land.
“Woah, you’re getting better at landing!” Rusty remarked teasingly. “I almost didn’t break my neck!”
“Hey, I was only halfway through the airship guide when I started flying this thing,” Greyson lightheartedly defended. “Oh. Right. Azure didn’t know that.”
Greyson stepped out of the drivers’ side door and into the sunlight. Though he had been in Vacuo for most of June, all of July, and into the earliest days of August, he still had never become used to the intense heat. He pulled his scroll out of his pocket to check the time. 12:58pm, just a tad early to the meeting.
Greyson walked around the side of the airship, and took Azure’s hand, helping
Twilight Crusade Ch.10, The Call The slums of Mistral were as active as usual during the latest hours of the evening. The conversations, about any range of topics, all coalesced into one loud, raucous chatter. A thick haze was just beginning to set in, granting the rows of makeshift huts and trade posts an eerie aura. A dark figure slowly cut through the crowd, followed by two more. People scattered and spoke in hushed whispers, glancing nervously at the three as they passed. The first figure opened the door to a shabby bar. It was a small, run-down, green building The grubby windows leaked orange light onto the street, and as the door opened, the unpleasant scent of alcohol and tobacco wafted outside.
“No! You agree to MY price, and if you can’t match it, get out of my face, runt!” A man angrily yelled, slamming his fist on the table.
A young man, barely old enough to enter the bar, ran to the door, stopping just before the dark figures.
He looked up and fro
Twilight Crusade Ch.9, Baron. “Everyone, SCATTER!” Greyson shouted. He, and everyone behind him, dodged in different directions as the Mud Baron smashed its head into the dirt and lifted skyward, shovelling a huge chunk of dry dirt into the sky.
The Mud Baron turned, smashing its tail into the dirt where Greyson stood. Once again, he rolled to the side, dodging the attack, which left a small fissure in the sands. Kita jumped in, slashing at the spiked tail quickly. Her weapon was blocked.
“Greyson! I cannot sense a weak spot!” She reported, once she had dashed back to his side. Just then, the Mud Baron smashed its head into the dirt near Ember. She jumped into the air and threw four daggers at the nape of the monster’s neck, all of which bounced. Confused, she caught them as she fell.
“The damn thing’s armored from head to tail!” Ember angrily noted. She backed off, joining Greyson and Kita.
Twilight Crusade Ch.8, Sandstorm “Wait, what the hell is going on?” Greyson asked frantically, watching civilians scattering throughout the streets, screaming, and hiding under the trapdoor of the saloon. The bartender ushered everyone in, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, wrinkled with worry.
“You kids never been attacked by the grimm before?” a gravelly, unenthused voice answered from the darkest corner of the bar.
Greyson looked. He saw a stereotypical cowboy, smoking a cigar, with the brim of his hat dipped low over his face. His legs were crossed and propped up on the table. He seemed to have no plan of evacuating.
“So it’s just the grimm?” Greyson said. “Guys, let’s go. We have to protect the people of this city!”
The man in the corner chuckled. “You kids really ain’t seen the grimm yet,” he stated.
Greyson became angry alm
Twilight Crusade Ch.7, Dustbowl Far from the arid deserts of Vacuo, the Phantom stood on the roof of a tall building, taking in the crisp night air of downtown Mistral. Through his mask, he watched the city below. The night was surprisingly quiet for a Saturday. Every minute or so, a single car would work its way down the street, then turn away, never to be seen again. Though streetlights coated the ground below in an orange glow, lights in most buildings were dark, their doors having closed hours before. In a few more hours, the Sun would rise, to change the deep, dark, starry black into blue.
The door to the rooftop opened, and the Phantom heard ten different sets of footsteps approach him.
“Beta. Have the preparations been made?” The Phantom asked without turning.
“Yes, sir. We’ve rigged everything up,” Beta reported. “What’s your command now?”
“We wait. Don’t make a scene, or thi
Twilight Crusade Ch.6, Celebration Greyson simply nodded slightly. He had no intention of staying out of the White Fang’s affairs, but did not wish to challenge the Phantom. Greyson had heard stories of how quickly and mercilessly the Phantom finished duels.
“Good. Get in,” the Phantom commanded. All eight members of Twilight Crusade nervously filed into the elevator, still restraining five members of the Phantom’s squad.
As the elevator’s doors opened, Greyson felt a wave of relief wash over him. The Sun beamed into the elevator, the now familiar desert heat wrapping him in a tight embrace. Half a dozen police officers guarded the entrance, guns drawn.
The Phantom calmly walked out in front of everyone else who had just left the elevator. He came within a foot of one of the officers.
“On your knees! Hand where I can see them!” The officer shouted. Greyson could see the Phantom signal behind his back before comply
Twilight Crusade Ch.5, Phantom Greyson led Twilight Crusade through the windowed powerhouse observatory. He had only an idea of how much time had passed, and he knew five minutes could pass quickly. Just before the door into the powerhouse, Greyson turned to the rest of Twilight Crusade.
“Everyone. Our goal is to defuse the bomb, but I know the White Fang won’t let us do it without a fight. Your order is to avoid killing, unless your life is in imminent danger,” he commanded. As Azure, Rusty, Ember, Raven, Dustyn, Ezelia, and Kita affirmed their message, Greyson opened the door.
“Members of the White Fang! Surrender now and you will not be harmed!” Greyson yelled, holding Blitz and Nimbus threateningly in shotgun form. He was now on the catwalk, slowly approaching the turbine with the bomb.
“What do you think, Beta?” A female White Fang member asked playfully, turning her head to another of the five.