[Ruqa Reyes]

In the ever dimming light of the sunset, the city of Mistral was turning in for the night. Unfortunately for a few, work never followed a nice 9-to-5 schedule but rather their work came home with them and followed them everywhere else.

A mild mannered sheep faunus with cotton black hair was running for his life today. Dressed in a vest and tie, the man was poorly prepared to escape the thing that was following him. His eyes had dark circles around them which was a shame but not for the reasons one might think. He wasn't staying up at night, burning the candle at both ends. No, someone was on his trail and they made sure to keep him on edge. Like a predator sleeping through the day only to attack in the middle of the night it gave no respite, simply willing to let their prey's endurance be their own downfall.

The man unwittingly approached the boundary road that partially divided the Ground and Wind district. The choice whether to take the road deeper into the ground district where it was more familiar or to go up higher into the wind district where it might be easier to hide among the growing number of people heading to work. There were more hiding spaces in the ground district and he had no guarantee that those still awake in the Wind district wouldn't call the police on him for no reason. It was an obvious choice.

The man dashed away while Ruqa Reyes followed not too far away as she stalked her target. She was not letting this guy slip away, make no mistake of that. She had no pity for the man who's only sin she was aware of was to have his name written down on a wanted list. All she required to do her job was a name and a direction and she intended to follow through.

The huntress prowled the streets, not caring too much about making a scene. She didn't expect this to take long after all.

She stood at the start of a shabby alleyway, rolled her eyes, and just walked in. The man was doing his best to hide but when that inevitably failed he would make a last stand attack against her. Really just pointless.

Ruqa walked forward and took a breath and sung.

"Ba ba black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir yes sir three bags full~"

"Goddamnit"

"One for my master"

"One for the dame"

"Fucking creep..."

"One for the little boy who lives down the-"

A prosthetic hand bursts through the flimsy crate the faunus was trying to hide behind and she pulls him out of the pile of wood and throws him against the alley wall. The sheep shook off the dust and scowled, only frustrated by the manhandling and the bad luck of this situation.

"I can explain! I'm innocen-"

"Pass. I'm not interested. You're under huntsman custody now." Ruqa orders, pulling out a pair of cuffs

The faunus looks balefully at the instruments and shrinks back against the wall. The sounds of cars passing is the only distraction from this moment.

"You don't understand what they're going to do to me. You really don't..."

Ruqa sighed and shook her head. "They've already decided you're a suspect. They just called me to bring you in. Hunters are not judge jury, executioner. I'm as impartial as it gets man."

"So you're just executioner, got it..."

"I'm not gonna kill you dude, sheesh..." Ruqa says, offended as she locks a cuff around the sheep's wrist.

The sound of traffic was getting louder and louder and suddenly it wasn't the sound of traffic she was hearing, it was the sound of an engine. Ruqa turned to looked back at the entrance, eyes narrowed expecting a car to pull up into the alleyway.

Quite reasonably, she was utterly unprepared to see a motorcycle burst out of a doorway to the left of her and attempt to drive it's front tire into her face. Ruqa launches her free arms to catch the spinning tire which pushes her a few feet back, dragging along the sheep faunus with by the wrist until a sword slash breaks the handcuff chains as well as leaving one of her prosthetic hands half hanging off the wrist.

The motorcycle rider somehow decides to put more torque into the wheel and with a flick of the handle bars, sends Ruqa flying into the end of the alleyway into the side of a metal dumpster with a crash. The motorcycle lands back onto the ground as the rider, a tall woman in a yellow neon helmet and black leather, sheathes her katana.

The vehicle makes a 360 and the rider picks up the sheep faunus by the scruff and places him on the back seat.

The motorcyclist is silent but as she turns to face the faunus her helmet visors quickly produce an bright LED face:

(☆｀• ω •´)ｂ "Hi Beltza"

"Oh thank fucking god. Ohhh fuck. Thank you Jaune!!!" the sheep faunus whimpers and hugs his friend from behind.

Although Beltza wasn't looking the visor LED quickly scrolls to the next image:

✩ｄ(≧𓎟≦)ｂ✩

The pair make their get away as the cycle revs back up and tries to pick up speed and distance themselves on the roadway.

✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ

Left alone, Ruqa Reyes pries herself out of the wreckage, takes on look at her wrist, and takes a calm breath.

"I'm gonna fucking murder someone today."

The alleyway glows blue for a second as she activates her semblance and starts taking this chase seriously. This would be the start of an epic chase that would cover a small extent of the ground district depending on how far the targets would get. Those up this late would see a furious huntress making chase after the duo on the bike. The sheep faunus had also acquired a gun in the short amount of time and was making wild shots as they drove away. A single shot lands, and Ruqa stumbles back to find an alternative route that would leave her less open to gunfire. But unless by some miracle something obstructed the duo, it seemed like they would make a hasty getaway.

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Word  Count: 1044

Total Word Count: 1044

Ruqa Colour Hex: 54e1fb

Beltza Colour Hex: 556a83

Jaune Colour Hex: dffb54

Music Choice: 【yukari】hardbass night【vocaloid original】by Ferry

[Reed Apollo]

Reed sat on top of a water tower in the Ground District dejectedly. In his hands he held his harmonica and the instrument was raised to his lips. Soulful, blues poured from him as he let the day's emotions escape him in song. He had been called in to discuss his future at Haven. The councilor had been nice about it, but Reed knew what it meant. His practical combat classes, wilderness survival, and Grimm anatomy classes were okay. It was his other, more academic classwork that was dragging him down. He had never had the attention span for such work, and studying was something he found to be akin to torture. His grades had never been great at Sanctum, but he had skated by and made it into Haven. Now it seemed the ice was cracking, and if he didn't do something about it soon he would find himself drowning.

Legs dangling off the rim of the water tower, Reed lowered his instrument and sighed. The cool evening breeze danced across his bare chest as his white and gold vest flapped slightly around him. He didn't have many options. Really in truth he had two. Give up, or push through. He rose, deciding that now was not the type to roll over and die. Maybe he could find a tutor or something? Maybe grab some extra credit?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of gunfire nearby and his head snapped down to the source of the sound. Below and far down the street he saw a motorcycle speeding down the empty side street. A flash of blue light up behind it for a moment and Reed saw that there were two people on the bike. The first wore a helmet, safety first, and was not able to be identified. The rider behind was a sheep Faunus and in his hand was the gun. Behind them he saw the form of a girl chasing after and with another crack of gunfire he saw a round hit her, driving her to dart down another alley.

"Oh hell no." Reed scowled.

He had been raised by a single mother and an entourage of female dancers that had always been more than forward with Reed about how a man should treat a lady. Gunfire was not an acceptable thing.

Almost on instinct he leapt from the water tower as the bike approached below. He flicked his wrist, deploying Solaris Arc and the yo-yo lashed out, wrapping around a flag pole attached to the building across from him. He timed the swing as the motorcycle blasted down the road and extended his legs out in a full body kick.

His feet hit the side of the bike and sent it skidding to the side, the rider's momentum throwing them forward. The motorcycle slammed into the brick of a nearby building and sputtered into silence even as the rider's were spilled out over the street before him. Another flip of his wrist and Solaris Arc unwound from the flagpole, the winch built into his gauntlet pulling it back to his grasp. He turned to the pair.

"So you guys like taking shots at girls huh? What the hell kind of thing to do is that?" He yelled at the pair.

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WC:546

[Ruqa Reyes]

The two fugitives blaze recklessly through the city without regard for traffic laws or consideration for those on the road. They had bigger things to worry about than a few speeding tickets, to be more specific one huntress sized thing to worry about.

Or so they thought.

Coming in straight out of left field, a monkey faunus swings through the dense concrete jungle to colide with them. Aparently no one taught Reed about the right of weight on the road but the momentum does what he intends as the bike careens away from their intended path.

The sheep faunus takes one look at the situation and can’t pull himself off the bike fast enough as he jumps off to a hasty landing on asphalt. The other is less lucky, unable to bring the bike back upright and sucumbing to the inevitable forces of velocity and momentum.

The motorbike tips over, spinning violently as the wheels lift off the ground. Black marks scour the road as the tires and vehicle body are abused through friction.

The rider is no less elegant, tumbling out onto the road, rolling uncontrollably with the helmet and leather jacket in addition to aura being the only thing protecting them from disability and worse injuries.

The bike slams into the side of a building and the rider comes to a standstill, looking up into the night sky, gasping.

Beltza shakes his head, mildly concerned but also disappointed. “Come on June, I thought cats were supposed to land on their feet...”

A silent middle finger is exchanged as the rider weakly pulls themselves off the ground, discovering new sources of pain with every movement.

Two pairs of eyes turn as Reed makes his announcement, admonishing them for their unchilvaric behaviour.

“You... crashed into us.... because you’re a simp???” Beltza screeches, infuriated. “I can’t believe this, what???”

“Uh no, I try not to make a habit of shooting at girls unless they’re trying to murder me. And hey, my friend here is a girl. Should I give her the gun instead??? Or wild thought, maybe you should appologize to her instead, that’s her bike you just destroyed.”

More sounds of something moving fast coming closer to them instill a bit more urgency in the the criminals who rapidly decide they didn’t want to wait around for much longer. Beltza brings the pistol slide back, confirming that it was still in working order while June fetches her bike which headlights miraculously were still on.

Ruqa Reyes bursts into their side of the street, enraged and determined to finish the job she started.

Scanning the scene, she definitely sets eyes on her bounty target and the cycle cat but also gives a narrow stare at Reed.

She kept tabs on the Haven Academy roster even after she stopped attending classes. After all she would be running into the next batch of students eventually no doubt.

All she knew was a face and a name. But she might consider that a good thing, after all being notorious trainee was not always positive and frankly she had little interest in being a suppotive role-model.

"Attention Huntsman Trainee, that man is my bounty target and I intend on collecting . Stay out of it if you know what's good for you. I don't share well," the huntress barks.

Regardless of what Ruqa and Reed thought, the opposing criminals saw two hunters making a united front and organized themselves in response. The rider blazes forward on her motercycle with the sheep faunus falling back, unloading his firearm at the pursuing huntress.

Turning her attention away from the trainee Ruqa charges in to melee with the black sheep, only to interrupted by the motercyclist who rides circles around her.

No matter what the situation looked like, it just seemed like a huntress outnumbered. To submit or to push through, the trainee would have his choice.

WC 648
Total Word Count: 1692

Ruqa Colour Hex: 54e1fb
Beltza Colour Hex: 556a83
Jaune Colour Hex: dffb54