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[attr="class","sinnert"]Ever since leaving the store, that sensation had been nagging him. His body shivered slightly as his limbs unconsciously tried to reach for the shotgun tucked underneath his jacket. Trying to play it off as scratching his back, he sighed. He knew this feeling all too well.

The feeling of being preyed upon.

While pondering about his choices, he tried to silently and as unnoticeable as possible to try to track his pursuer. But no matter where he looked, he could not see them.

'Maybe they're waiting for the perfect chance where no one will be able to see them,' he thought. He was in the Wind District, after all. And the crowd he was currently trying to wedge his way through surely would hamper whatever his pursuer was trying to do.

'Let's make it a little easy for them, shall we?'

Taking a sudden turn, he set for the Ground district. Hoping whoever was following would take the bait.

And take the bait they did.

As he passed through one of the plethoras of deserted corridors in the ground district, he heard a soft, almost imperceptible sound behind him. Quickly summoning his clone, Granado quickly made it grab whoever was behind him and placed it on a Kimura hold.

Turning around with a frown, he looked down at who his clon grabbed and couldn't help but tilt his head in confusion. His clon was on top of someone, that much he could tell, but his eyes could barely make out an outline for the person.

Either he was against someone with a Semblance, or a Faunus with some sort of really unique trait that allowed them to do this.

He could only hope it was the latter.

Taking his shotgun off his back, he squatted somewhat near the person pinned by his clon and looked at where he thought their face would be.

"So, my friend," he started with a tiny smile, pumping his shotgun for show. "Why are you following me?"

Only then, he noticed the small, leather colored rectangle that his wallet was laying nearby. "Pickpocketing, uh?" He chuckled. "You know, this looks like a way too elaborate thing to do for a couple Lien."

He tilted his head once again. He had been feeling this person's gaze ever since he left the store. Why would they follow him for such a long time just to pickpocket him? It made no sense whatsoeve... His eyes lit up. 'Oooooooh'.

He chuckled. "Yeah, mate, I'm sorry, but I spent most of my money on that store," His gaze softened as he stored his shotgun and stood up. Still looking down at his captive. "Had you wanted a couple bucks you could've asked, you know?" A little smile graced his lips as a soft whisper left his mouth. Maybe too soft for the person to hear, maybe just the right amount for them to do so.

"I can only imagine what you're going through to do this..." 'Gods know what I did to survive.'

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[Chloro Smoke]

we are the lost and the silent    tags: @granado   WHERE THE SKIES END -- STARSET  outfit: As described words: 337/337 Even after he had left the store, Chloro could sense something was off with this job. She resorted to her chameleon trait to keep herself hidden out in the open, easily dodging the oncomming pedestrians, and whilst the store this guy went into was rather expensive, the turn towards the Ground district definitely did seem a bit odd. Did he live on the ground levels? Was it possibily a trap? There was literally zero way he could know she was tailing him, so the trap was ruled out. She kept following until she believed it was time to strike, closing the distance rather quick and her hand slipping into his pocket. Whilst she did managed to grab the wallet, she was immediately jumped on. With a very difficult to break hold nonetheless. Maintaining her trait, she watched with piercing eyes at the guy who summoned this clone that kept her down. The shotgun gave hints to where this guy was from, as well as the semblance usage. Too can play that game. She closed her eyes for a second, as her free hand slipped out a padlock from her pocket. Something to activate it from, and after a second, she let her semblance loose, the lock shattering and creating noise as her form revealed itself, as it swiftly slip and slided from the grasp of the clone, hopping back and drawing her longsword, that rusted-at-the-hilt longsword. Maintaining a low stance, she only noticed her facemask had been torn off in the commotion, which revealed a rather nasty wound. Well, "rather nasty" didn't really cut it well, it was possibly the most horrific mutilation wound to ever exist, and her panting made whistling sounds as well. Her eyes glared at the guy, both with frustration and anticipation, ready to counter whatever was thrown at her, and throughout this entire time, she made no talk. Whether the other would catch on or not was his call. After all, people who were homeless for a time came to know her. ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS ♚

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[attr="class","sinnert"]Quickly backpedaling at the sight of his captive suddenly slipping from his clone's hold, Granado instinctively raised his shotgun and assumed a shooting stance.

"Attaboy," he said with the ghost of a smirk on his face. He had no clue who this person was, nor from where the fuck came from, but he did know one thing. They were not a normal thief. That display of agility wasn't something any normal Human would've been able to pull off without breaking their arm in the process.

No, whoever they... wait they're a girl? As his clone dissipated into thin air, Granado finally managed to get a good look at his would-be-pickpocketer. And couldn't help but feel an eerie sensation of familiarity when looking at her.

It was only when his eyes gazed upon her neck that his eyes opened up like plates as realization hit him like a sledgehammer. 'That girl... No fucking way...'

It had been during his homeless years and shortly after he unlocked his Semblance. He had been walking through the Ground District late in the afternoon when his eyes were drawn to a solitary person passed out in an alleyway.

At first, he was just going to walk past, drunkards were plenty on the District after all, but when he passed nearby, he could hear how labored the person's breath was... A type of breathing he knew all too well. The type that only people beaten to death's doorstep make.

Before he could even process the thought, he was already walking into the alleyway and crouching at the person's side.

'Fuck... she's just a kid,' He thought, a sad frown forming on his face due to her condition. Blood was dripping from her broken nose in a steady stream. Her lips were busted. A bruise was starting to form on her eye and a myriad of small cuts covered what skin she had unexposed.

'Just what the hell happened to- Holy shit her neck!' Granado visibly recoiled as his hand softly grasped his own neck. His own scar starting to itch at the sight of hers. But his was mere child play when compared to hers.

"What the fuck happened to you kid..." He muttered to himself. Shaking his head while doing his best to steel his nerves, he grabbed the girl and carried her in the most comfortable position he could due to her state and carried her to a safe place to treat her wounds.

After finally reaching the safety of a rooftop, he laid her down before taking off his backpack and emptying what medical supplies he had.

Now, he wasn't a certified health professional by any stretch of the word. But he had done this to himself so many times that he was certain he had some knowledge when it came to treating flesh wounds like the ones she had.

He could only hope those were the only ones she had.

Many minutes later, and with the sun now having disappeared below the horizon, Granado finally stepped back with sweat falling down his brow. Looking at his handiwork with a satisfied nod, he pulled out a blanket from his backpack and placed it over the girl. He then grabbed a water bottle and made her drink a couple sips.

After that, her breathing finally started to normalize. Storing everything in his backpack, he walked a couple meters away and sat down. His eyes never unwavering from the nasty scar on her neck.

Just what sort of beast would do that to someone, o a fucking kid of all things? He could only guess. And none of his guesses were pretty.

At some point, while keeping watch over her, he must have fallen asleep. Because when he was returned to the land of the living, the sun was high on the sky, and she was nowhere to be seen.

Granado thought she would never see her again. But was happy that she apparently awoke with enough strength to climb down by herself.

And yet, here she was, standing in front of him ready to fight.

With a slight smile, he silently turned his shotgun safety on with a loud click but didn't put it down yet. Racking his brains, he decided to just try to get her to remember. Even if she wasn't awake when he found her, she must have seen him the next morning.

"It's good to know you're doing good, kid," his smile widened. "You know, I've always wondered how you climbed down that building. You were pretty beaten up when I found you."

He could only hope that that was enough to make her remember. Because he didn't wanted to fight her but... his clone silently spawned a short distance behind her... but if it came down to it he would not stand down.

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we are the lost and the silent    tags: @granado   WHERE THE SKIES END -- STARSET  outfit: As described words: 426/763 Chloro kept her gaze focused on the shotgun that had risen up to take aim. She kept her grip tight on the hilt, taking careful steps whilst the look on the guys face changed occasionally. Whatever he was doing wasn't going to confused her, she continued to creep ever closer to close distance as even if a shotgun was more deadly close range, a sword did nothing until within reach. Then he spoke up, causing her eyes to dart to his, then his lips, before back to his face in general. Eyes searching for... something. Then it struck. She wasn't sure what had happened, but she was beaten within an inch of her life, and left in an alleyway to die. Whether it was a criminal gang she picked a fight with or what, they had strength behind their blows. She couldn't remember a thing until she woke up with a raspy gasp. What confused her was the blanket, which she tossed off and scrambled to her feet, wincing in pain. A quick survey revealed things, mainly that she was saved by this strange guy, who was causally napping away. Taking a moment to take in the scene, she checked her own body to find it in incredible pain... but that never stopped her before. She had made that hit on the gang because another group needed food for the night, and she wasn't going to let them down. Recollecting the little belongings she owned, she left the guy to sleep on the roof without second thought, but a silent mumbling of thank you as she climbed back down the drainpipes. It was painful, but she believed to be worthless compared to those she helped. Coming back from her vivid memory, her eyes kept training on the guy infront of her, before her grip on the longsword relaxed and she drew it back into its scabbard before standing up slowly, giving him a solemn bow. She was thankful of his save earlier in her life, and without it, she might not have met him again here. Now with her weapons away, she approached again, picking up her mask and tying it around her face again, to cover the horrific wound. As she got close, she pulled her scroll out and typed out a swift message to show to him. "I never thanked you properly for the save a few years ago. So let me do it now and apologise for the attempted theft, thank you. You saved more than just my life that day. Name's Chloro." ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS ♚

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[attr="class","sinnert"]A loud sigh of relief escaped past his lips when her posture visibly relaxed. And let out a grin when she bowed.

Crisis averted.

Collapsing his shotgun into it's more transportable form, he placed it on his lower back below his hoodie. Neatly hiding it away. Once she fetched her mask and approached him, Granado couldn't help but tilt his head in curiosity when she pulled her scroll out and showed him a message.

'Curious,' Was all he could think off.

"Hey, don't sweat it," He said with a smile. "We drifters had to stick together, don't we?" He raised his fist, offering a fist-bump to the girl. "Name's Granado. Glad to finally have a name for that girl I saved, Chloro."

Even if she didn't accept the fist bump, he would then chuckle and look at her with amusement on his eyes. "Hey, if you ever need saving again just give me a call, and I'll swing by, by old times sake. What do you say?"

No matter what she replied, he would chuckle slightly at his own joke.

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[Chloro Smoke]

we are the lost and the silent    tags: @granado   WHERE THE SKIES END -- STARSET  outfit: As described words: 177/940 Chloro kept a light smile when he spoke of the drifters sticking together, and it was true after all. Those who had no home found it with others of the same situation. Home often moved every day during those times, and whilst she had her own home for now, the people she helped still didn't, and she would still spend many a day with them. So his name was Granado, seemed pretty exotic for a name. Maybe he was a Mistral native? Something for another time maybe, but she did accept the fist bump, doing it back. A silent chuckle came at the light joke, which she did understand thankfully, so her attention returned to her scroll to reply. "Or maybe it'll be me saving you this time, huh friend? Either way, it's good to see you but I still need to make a gain today, be it legitimately or illegitimately, people still rely on me. You in?" She gave an offer to join her in pickpocketing, hoping he'd say yes but if not, it was understandable. ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS ♚

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[attr="class","sinnert"]Looking at her scroll once again, Granado couldn't help but laugh softly while turning towards her. "Maybe, kid, maybe. One never knows. But if it comes down to it, I would really appreciate it."

Looking at the scroll once again to finish reading her message, a soft frown appeared on his face. "Oh..." He looked at her with an apologetic smile. "No, kid... I'm sorry, but no. I swore I would never steal again after I entered Haven."

And yet, something inside him stirred at her choice of words. 'People is relying on her?' Giving her a good look, he suddenly remembered an old urban legend from his times on the streets. Of how an anonymous benefactor would appear on your direst time of need to offer their help. Getting whatever you needed to help you survive the street life.

Of course, some variations of the tale were downright ridiculous, while others were far more believable. But one thing that was consistent all along, no matter the teller, was how this benefactor looked.

And the description was identical to how Chloro looked.

Turning his gaze towards the ground, he mulled over her words and the risks implied by what she was about to do. Sure, she may be capable of turning invisible, which was cool as fuck, but she would never know if her next target was someone capable of doing what he just did.
0 He reached into an inner pocket of his coat and took out a black metallic wallet and pulled out twenty thousand Lien, and offered them to her. He had been saving it to import a rather expensive drink from Atlas but... but now he just felt he needed to do this.

"... Here," He said, pleading with his eyes for her to take them. "Don't put yourself at risk anymore today. Gods know what could've happened hadn't we recognized each other..."

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[Chloro Smoke]

we are the lost and the silent    tags: @granado   WHERE THE SKIES END -- STARSET  outfit: As described words: 233/1173 Her eyes widened at the cash he brought out and handed to her. It was so much in one go, and it would solve several situations for a while too... but it felt wrong. Whether it was her own personal pride or the fact she technically didnt get it herself, it didnt feel right. It was too much, and it was a friends wallet, not some rich dude in the upper districts. She shook her head and pushed the money back to him, giving a small smile before returning to her scroll, giving a quick reply. "You're too kind Granado, but I cant take your money. You've earned it and managed to get off the street yourself. Keep it, I'll find another way. I always do. I've been doing this too long after all." She continued tapping away once he had a good read, pausing occasionally to think before continuing. "Meet me back at the academy later, we can go for a drink and maybe catch up or something. My treat." She gave another light smile before gazing around the street they were in. Still quiet, but surely was going to change soon enough, Chloro liked to keep on the move. It wasnt much outside of paranoia. She wasnt a fan of being caught out, as she very much enjoyed the permanent upper hand she could maintain in any situation with her camouflage. ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS ♚

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[attr="class","sinnert"]Despite how silent the girl was, Granado could see the conflict happening in her eyes as her gaze focused on the money outstretched towards her. And then, he could only see resolve on them. Thus when she shook her head and pushed the Lien back to him, he honestly couldn't say he was surprised.

He could try again to make her take it, but it was clear it was a losing fight. He had seen the resolve on her eyes before rejecting the cash. Placing the Lien on the metallic wallet once again with a smile, he pocketed it, saying "If that's what you want," while curiously looking at her type on her scroll.

It sure as hell was a curious sight.

"For a long time, uh," He muttered, more for himself than her. 'Just for how long has she been on the streets...'

But before he could ponder more about what she said, Chloro moved the scroll back from his face and started to type again. But this time, she looked far less... certain, about her words. If her constant pauses and frowns were of any indication. He could only wonder if she was having trouble finding what to say, or if she was dubious about saying what was on her mind.

And even after reading, he wasn't fully sure.

"You're going to Haven?" was the first thing that left her mouth. 'Well, duh, you idiot. Why else would she say that?' Nodding at his reasoning, he then wondered how she knew that he was going to, but hey, questions for another day.


"Wait, don answer that," he said with a little smile and a shake of his head. "Stupid question on my part."


"What about rather than spending money on beer, why don't you go to my dorm one of these days?" He said to her offer of going out to take some drinks. "I have some good stuff saved u-" He quickly stalled up after realizing what he was doing.

He was inviting a girl to his room that he only met once. Hell, he didn't even meet her that time.

Damn... that 'stuff' he did sure as hell affected his behavior... "Wait, no, forget about that," he quickly backpedaled. "Yeah, that sounds fine by me. Hit me up when you're free."

He looked around and noticed how quickly the sun had started to dip. Turning towards her, he raised his fist for a goodbye fistbump. "Well, was good finally meeting you Chloro. See ya around," After that, he would depart. Even if he was rather uneasy leaving the girl alone, she looked like she could indeed hold herself up.

That thing she did with his clone was rather impressive after all.

455/2,269

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[Chloro Smoke]

we are the lost and the silent    tags: @granado   WHERE THE SKIES END -- STARSET  outfit: As described words: 235/1408 It seemed that Granado didn't gather that Chloro was quite adept at dealing with street crime and committing it herself. She gave a small shrug as she typed on her scroll to clarifying just how long she had been on the streets. "Been here for 8 years, since I was 10. It's comical as to how easy it could be to do many things." Chloro had good hearing, after all she needed it for whenever she needed to do some bad shit to survive the night. Yet what came next was an offer for good stuff? She could do with some good stuff. Back to her scroll, she continued to type. "Good stuff? Why not bring it. The more the merrier, could do with a night off to relax." The flirt from Granado went completely over her head, she wasn't adverse in flirting and romance because that wasn't needed for years on end. It might seem a bit obvious to Granado at the attempt, but she honestly didn't get it. But she gave a nod, she could find his number out one way or another, giving him a fist bump back and a dip of her head to say goodbye. Watching his walk off into the distance, she would watch him leave before using her trait to disappear again, back to work, ready to steal again. Who knows, maybe she'll make a good haul tonight. ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS ♚

[Wolfe]

XP Distribution:

Grenado: 22

153 + 22 = 175

Chloro: 14

25 + 14 = 39