#Zelde Sewick

[mercurryblack]

Now that @sustraiii has finished her ZRCN saga, what better time to post this art of Zelde and Cordovan?

Congrats dude!! Really enjoyed following along with the adventures of this part of the RAINverse trifecta (to say nothing of the fact that they’re the first to have their story officially brought to its conclusion).

Also thank you @huyandere for this artwork! …That I commissioned like two years ago and then never posted lol

bonus under the cut

casual outfits ft. the Ben Swollo pants (insert “that’s no moon” jokes here)

[sustraiii]

TEAM ZRCN ARC 1 REWRITE - CHAPTER 4

Beacon Academy has fallen, and lives have changed. Team ZRCN takes on a mission.

PSA: Some content may seem familiar in this chapter as some lines were taken/retweaked from the original arc 1!

Cordovan

It was a cool day as Corodvan readied himself for the return to school. Three weeks had passed since the Fall of Beacon and it was fair to say life had changed for everyone in Remnant.

Vale had suffered the most of course, but many of the other kingdoms were dealing with scores of injured and traumatised students, as well as mourning the losses of some tool. Even Atlas Academy, which the teachers often boasted about as being the finest of the four, had suffered some losses. Lessons had been halted temporarily in the days after the fall and that had been extended once news started to trickle in about all the casualties. The faculty had kept the school closed out of respect so that their students and the faculty themselves had time to process what had happened.

But now the time for mourning was over - or at least Atlas Academy deemed it was over - and classes were to begin again.

For once, all of his team had woken up early. Even Xanthos, a perennial oversleeper, had managed to wake up on time by himself.

All four of them were wearing their combat outfits, having been assigned to an as-of-yet-unknown mission that the academy had sanctioned. Cordovan was quietly glad that they were jumping right back into the action, having not looked forward to a particularly droll Grimm Studies class under Professor Huerta. She was a fine teacher, but Cordovan wasn’t fond of having to sit through one of her classes to ease back into things.

“Is everyone ready?” Zelde asked.

Her question caught his attention and Cordovan looked away from the small mirror in their shared dorm to look back at his leader.

“I’m good to go!” Xanthos said enthusiastically.

“Me too!” Neela responded, standing next to Xanthos.

Realising he was yet to respond, Cordovan gave a quick curt nod. “I’m ready.”

Zelde smiled faintly and led the four of them out of the room, making sure to grab their weapons on the way, before heading to the Huntsman Briefing Room.

As expected, the room was busy, with a number of military personnel and licensed huntsmen milling about. In the wake of what happened at Beacon, many missions had begun to rack up in and around the kingdom, due to many still processing what had happened. Although the students hadn’t been permitted to take missions during the three weeks they had to rest, Cordovan knew of the struggles from his mother. His mother, Wren, had been called back to the city from where she had been stationed in Highpoint to help deal with the overflow of missions and mounting problems facing the Atlesian Army.

Knowing how busy his mother had been, he half expected to see her here today, undertaking another mission or tasking some underlings with one. Cordovan did not spot her today, and strangely, he could not see Professor Velour either. What he could see however was the Aura and Semblance teacher Professor Calero instead.

Professor Calero was a small, stout woman, whose age he could not be certain of but would have put in the early seventies at least. She had curly grey hair tied back in two buns at the back of her head, light brown skin, and brilliant green eyes. She wore a slightly worn military jacket as a coat - now a few sizes too small to fit her comfortably - over a dark green turtleneck, a smart black skirt, thermal tights, and comfortable-looking loafers. Professor Calero had both hands resting on the cane she sometimes used to aid her. It was her weapon but she had gotten it repurposed some years ago to serve a secondary purpose. She lifted one hand off the cane to give a warm wave to ZRCN.

“Team ZRCN!” She greeted warmly, gesturing with her free hand to invite them closer. “You’re very prompt this morning. I’ve barely begun my morning coffee!”

“Good morning, Professor Calero,” Zelde said, returning the warm greeting. “How are you this morning?

“I’m fine, dearie. A little bit chilly but when you get to my age you feel the cold a lot more - aura be damned!” The older woman laughed. “Now, you’re here for a mission, yes? Bounty mission I believe?”

Professor Calero shuffled away to one of the boards, pulling out her scroll, she tapped a few buttons on her scroll and it appeared to sync to the board, briefly showing the mission they would be undertaking. "Here we go! Bounty mission, reported nineteen days ago by Jessamine Princeton, seeking the apprehension of three individuals who broke into her family business, damaged stock, and injured her daughter who was there at the time."

"Nineteen days is a long time to wait," Cordovan mused. He knew there was a backlog of missions but that still seemed like a long time to wait.

"Indeed it is. Unfortunately, as I'm sure you well know given who your mother is, we have quite a backlog of missions gathering. As far as I can tell it was marked as a low priority mission.” Professor Calero shook her head following that last statement, making a tutting noise to further show her disapproval. ”Terrible business all around.” Professor Calero tapped on a few more buttons on her scroll and Cordovan felt his own scroll buzz in his pocket, as did the ones belonging to the rest of his team.

Cordovan pulled it out briefly and could see a smaller version of the details listed on the board in front of them.

“All the details regarding the mission should be showing up on your scrolls now,” Professor Calero informed them. She gestured to Cordovan’s own scroll that he still had out at that moment. "Should you need anything else, don't hesitate to call, dearies!"

With the mission assigned and the details received, ZRCN said a farewell to Professor Calero and proceeded to make their way to the docking bay. From there, they would charter a small air shuttle that would carry them to the city of Mantle down below. 

The city was still fairly quiet today, much like as it had been during the Vytal tournament, but a few more shops appeared busier than they had. Cordovan was just glad it wasn't too busy, he wasn't one for big crowds.

The shop that had been attacked, Princeton's Provence, was located in the trade district. It was a fairly small shop in comparison to some of its neighbouring competitors but clearly appeared to be doing well for themselves - minus some damaged stock and a window. Despite having been attacked only a few nights ago, the shop was already open by the time they arrived, the only sign of the recent attack being the cracked front window covered in police tape. 

Zelde entered first, proceeding to head towards the counter whilst the rest of the team stopped to look at some of the items on sale. Neela and Xanthos seemed to get distracted by the broken window, as Cordovan could hear them debating whether someone had gotten thrown against the window. 

There was no staff visible inside the shop, although chatter could be heard coming from the back. As they presumably never heard them enter, Zelde rang the bell to get the attention of anyone lingering out back. Sure enough moments later, two women appeared from the back of the shop. They both looked fairly similar, with the same pale skintone, and orange hair. The only difference was their eyes, the elder had deep blue eyes, whereas the younger had golden-yellow eyes. Whilst the younger of the two got to work fixing up some of the displays, the elder spoke to Zelde. 

"Can I help you?" She asked, her monotonous voice making her sound rather disinterested. 

"Yes, hello," Zelde responded, offering a hand out in greeting, "we're here about the Bounty mission." 

The woman's brow rose slightly, and she cast a glance at the four of them, a look of uncertainty in her eyes. "You're Team ZRCN? I was expecting someone older..." 

"I'll have you know we're all adults here!" Xanthos said as he and Neela rejoined their teammates at the counter. Cordovan rolled his eyes. "That was a joke by the way." He added swiftly, upon noting the confused look on the woman's face.

"I didn't mean any offence," the woman said, shooting an apologetic smile in Zelde's direction. "We're grateful for your help on this. If there's anything I can do to help your investigation, please let me know." 

"We should be fine," Zelde assured her, "but anything you can tell us about the attackers would be great. Unfortunately there wasn't much to go on in the mission report we received." 

The woman sighed. "If I could I would, but unfortunately I wasn't around when the attack happened. My daughter, Jasmine, was here though." She pointed towards the other woman who had been fixing up the displays and was now looking up, having been named by her mother. "I'm sure she might know something which could help you." 

Turning away from the older woman, they approached Jasmine, who stood away from the shelves. Cordovan noted she gave them a look up and down. "Glad to see they finally sent someone to deal with this," She grumbled, more to herself rather than ZRCN. "Surprised they sent a second year team though. I think I remember you from the academy…Team ZNON, right?"

"ZRCN," Zelde corrected sharply. 

Jasmine shrugged, clearly not too bothered about what the right answer was. "Mother sent you to ask me about who attacked the shop, yes? Save yourself the questions, I can tell you right away who it was. There were three assailants, I didn't recognise the older woman with them, but the remaining two were Saika Fujioka and Merlot Sigal. My former teammates."

From what little notes ZRCN did have, they knew that Jasmine was a former academy student, though the details were vague on why she had been expelled in the file.

Zelde made a 'hmm' sound, and appeared to be pondering the information they had just received. "Could there be a revenge motive behind their actions?" Zelde asked.

Jasmine shrugged again, but Cordovan did not ignore the slightly annoyed huff she gave. "It wouldn't surprise me," Jasmine answered, folding her arms as she spoke. "They never approved of me not supporting them when it was revealed they were involved in criminal activities. As if I would support something like that! We were training to be huntsmen for goodness sake! People who protect and defend the kingdom, not steal from its citizens!"

In her effort to explain the situation, Jasmine appeared to only wind herself up, and no sooner had she finished speaking did she storm away, disappearing into the back of the shop from where she had came. Her mother had a startled expression when Jasmine barreled past her which promptly shifted into more of an apologetic one when she made eye contact with the four of them.

“Please forgive my Jasmine. That subject is quite sensitive for her,” Jessamine explained.

“Apparently so…” Xanthos mumbled under his breath. Cordovan cut him a glance to warn him to be mindful of what he was saying. The last thing they wanted was Mrs Princeton getting annoyed with them too.

"Jasmine was quite distraught when news of Merlot and Saika's activities were brought to light," Jessamine continued, mercifully having not heard Xanthos's comment. "Her feelings only got worse when her team was expelled."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Zelde said politely. "Why exactly was her team expelled?"

"Because of all the thieving Merlot and Saika were doing," Jessamine said, a bitter edge to her voice now. "The General believed she and her other teammate knew more about the situation than they were letting on. But my Jasmine would never do such a thing!"

Cordovan coughed to clear his throat, stepping forward to ask a question. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything further about Saika and Merlot, would you? Anything about where they might hide out or any friends they might seek out?”

Jessamine was quiet for a moment before shaking her head. “Not much I’m afraid. What little I do know I doubt would be of any use to you. Perhaps you would find better luck speaking with Neta?”

“Who’s Neta?” Neela asked.

“Neta Ciervo,” Jessamine answered quickly. “She was their teammate. My husband and I used to host Jasmine and her team for dinner sometimes and she was always the most talkative of the three. She might know something more than I do."

"Thank you," Zelde said. "Hopefully Neta will provide us with some further information and we'll be able to close the case for you shortly."

Jessamine gave a weary smile. "I'm just glad it's finally getting looked at."

With the Princetons giving up very little in the way of substantial information, it was decided promptly among the team that they would speak to Neta Ciervo that very same day. There were no details on her address on the academy's system, so Neela was sent back into the shop to retrieve an address before they headed off properly. 

Half an hour later, ZRCN found themselves walking the streets of the Aeris District in the northern quarter of the city. Cordovan was a native of Mantle, having been born in the city and having spent most of his youth here after his parents had separated. He had tasked himself with leading the team to Neta's address having more of a familiarity with the streets than anyone else on his team.

Neta Ciervo lived in a small but cozy ground floor apartment in the Aeris District of the city. The building has certainly seen better days based on its exterior, but Cordovan could see a few modern repairs had been made at some point, most likely in an effort to further combat the cold.

Walking up the stairs to the front door, ZRCN were confronted by a series of doorbells corresponding to various apartments in the building. They quickly saw a ground floor apartment with the name "Ciervo" in faded ink by the bell. Cordovan rang the doorbell and a moment later it was answered. Crackling static could be heard from a little speaker above the doorbells before a woman's voice spoke.

"Hello?"

"Hello," Cordovan echoed, returning the greeting. "Is this the residence of Neta Ciervo?"

"It is," The voice responded quickly. "My name is Shani Ciervo - I'm her grandmother. May I ask why you wanted to speak with her?"

"It's in regards to a mission myself and my team are undertaking on behalf of the academy," Cordovan responded politely. "I promise we won't take up much of your time."

There was a long pause before Shani responded again. "Neta says she's happy to speak with you. I'll buzz you in momentarily. Our apartment is the first on the left-hand side." Another static crackled followed, and then as promised, the front door of the building made a buzzing sound indicating that it was now unlocked. Cordovan pushed it open and kept his hand on it, allowing his teammates to pass through before he followed them inside. ZRCN hadn't even reached the door Shani had told them about before it swung open and an elderly woman stood there.

"Mrs Ciervo?" Zelde prompted, likely wanting to double check this was indeed the woman they had spoken to before. The woman gave a curt nod and waved them inside.

It was cosy inside, from what Cordovan could see it was decorated in various warmer shades of colour, a stark contrast to the grey exterior of the outside of the building. Some of the wooden furniture looked old and dated but had clearly been well taken care of. 

"This is a nice place," Xanthos mused, and for once there was no joking tone used or playful remark that followed. Xanthos was being genuine.

Shani gave a warm smile. "My husband and I spent many years making this place look nice. We wanted it to be somewhere comfortable to retire in." She shuffled past the group and paused in front of an old, faded photograph in a sterling silver frame. It showed a young couple in their wedding clothes smiling happily at the camera and a little boy stood by their feet. "The handsome fellow in the suit was my husband, Hersh. The little boy was our son, Roscoe."

"Don't worry, gran, I can take over with our guests now!" A high-pitched voice called out from within the apartment. A moment later a younger woman emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray with a steaming teapot and several precariously balanced teacups. She had light brown skin, bright hazel eyes, and shoulder length grey-brown hair. Neta also had antlers on the top of her head and for a brief moment Cordovan feared she was going to bump them on the door frame, but she ducked down without breaking a sweat, clearly experienced from getting through doorways. "Neta Ciervo," She said, stopping in front of ZRCN to give a little curtsy. "Pleasure."

"You didn't have to make us anything," Zelde told her.

"Oh I don't mind, I was already making a drink anyway. A reward to myself after spending nearly all day packing," Neta said with a giggle.

"If we're intruding-"

Neta cut Zelde off by walking into the space that served as the living room. Shani glanced at ZRCN and gave them an amused shrug.

"Gran! Hurry, hurry! You don't want to keep Mrs Winters waiting!" Neta said, looking back at her grandmother after setting down her tray. "You know she'll only chew your ear off if you do." Despite the speed of her words, there was a light edge to her words, only gently urging her grandmother to leave.

"She's right she would," Shani said with a chuckle. She moved past ZRCN to grab a warm, quilted coat and slipped it on. "I'm heading out now, Neta. Give me a call if you need anything."

Shani gave her granddaughter and then ZRCN a farewell wave before exiting the apartment. Once Shani had left, ZRCN joined Neta in the sitting room. Neta made herself comfortable in a single chair whilst Cordovan, Neela, and Zelde sat on the sofa opposite her. Xanthos elected to sit cross-legged on the floor, declining Neta's offer for her to grab a chair from the dining room.

Neta got to work pouring everyone a cup of tea. She was mid-pour when she looked up to ask, "So I heard you were here on a mission? How can I help you?"

"Have you heard about the robbery at Princeton's Provence three weeks ago?" Zelde asked, jumping right in.

Neta set the teapot down on the tray and took her seat. Cordovan noted the slight uncertainty in her expression before she answered. "I was not aware of any robbery," She answered. 

"Don't worry, we know you weren't involved," Xanthos explained hastily. "Jasmine was very keen to throw your other teammates under the bus."

Neta frowned. "What?"

"Forgive my very forward teammate," Zelde said, without looking at Xanthos. "He is correct though. Jasmine did clearly identify Merlot and Saika as those responsible."

Neta was silent for a moment before grabbing a cup. She didn't drink it straight away but kept it sitting on her lap. "May I ask what happened?" She asked. Zelde was quick to explain what they knew - the details of the robbery itself, the culprits, Jasmine's clear identification of their teammates, and Jessamine's hope that Neta could provide some further information.

"Unfortunately, I don't think I can be much help to you," Neta confessed, looking at her cup. She finally took a sip, savouring the taste before she pressed on. "After our team was expelled we all drifted apart. Saika despised the fact that Jasmine did not make excuses for her or try to defend her. We knew what she and Merlot were doing but we never approved of it or participated in it ourselves."

"Jasmine knew?" Cordovan said aloud, to which Neta nodded.

"Well, we didn't know exactly," Neta amended. "We knew they were doing extra jobs on the side but we didn't know what they were until just before General Ironwood pulled us in to discuss matters and eventually expel us. Saika tried to tell us that we'd hear "lies" and "rumours" and that we should know they were doing these things for a good purpose. Atlas was corrupt, she said. They were just doing what everyone wished they could do and shoving it to the wealthy elite of Atlas." Neta frowned and shook her head. "As a Faunus, I know all too well how corrupt Atlas can be. But what Merlot and Saika were doing was not for a good purpose. Nor were they hurting the elite as they so claimed. They targeted genuine, hardworking people, citizens of Atlas and Mantle both, who would feel the robberies in more ways than just the act itself."

Cordovan listened quietly, absorbing the information carefully. 

"Do you know who they were working for?" Cordovan asked once he had processed the information.

Neta shook her head. "I don't know his full name but I know a man named Teak recruited them. A former military man, if I recall correctly, a little bit eccentric and solitary."

Cordovan frowned at this. It was displeasing to hear someone from the military might have been involved but it wasn't entirely impossible. Cordovan had certainly heard enough stories from his mother about former soldiers who had been discharged or left the military due to their unscrupulous activities and behaviours.

"What about where they might be? Did Merlot or Saika have family in Atlas? Any haunts they might revisit?" Zelde asked.

"Nothing that I'm aware of. Saika was an orphan from Mistral and Merlot has family in Vale," Neta responded to the first half of the question. "They weren't exactly sociable so there aren't any haunts that spring to mind. Saika didn't have much love for the kingdom, so I will admit I was a bit surprised to hear she was still here, much less still committing crimes."

"I notice you keep saying her crimes and not their crimes," Zelde cut in, staring directly at Neta. "Do you believe Merlot was not involved?"

"No, it was an accidental slip of the tongue," Neta assured them. If she seemed annoyed at Zelde's question she didn't show it. "Whilst Merlot was likely present and took part I don't think he was ever as involved as Saika was. I always had the impression that he only joined her on those jobs to keep an eye on her, make sure she wasn't getting too carried away or at risk of hurting herself."

The young woman took another sip of her drink, this time drinking what was remaining with a few hearty gulps. Neta set the cup back down on the coffee table and gave a little sigh. "I'm sorry I don't know more. This must seem like a bit of a wasted journey for you."

“Not at all,” Zelde reassured her. Cordovan, Neela, and Xanthos all nodded in agreement. “You’ve given us a name to look into as well as provided us with some more detailed information on Merlot and Saika. Believe me, you’ve been a great help.”

Satisfied that she had helped the team, Neta and the four of them seemed content to leave the questioning there for now. Zelde did attempt to press Neta for some further information, but after her attempts went nowhere, was content to leave things be. Team ZRCN finished their tea with Neta and engaged in some polite conversation with her unrelated to the case at hand. She was a charming young woman and really endeared herself to them all. In another life, one where she and her team had not been expelled, Cordovan could have seen them all as friends.

Eventually bidding farewell to Neta, the team would once again charter a shuttle to take them back to the academy. It was early in the afternoon by the time they returned, and although they had expended their options on the ground, Zelde was keen to do some research online to see what they could dig up on the man named Teak that Neta had mentioned.

They had barely sat down in the dorm when there was a light knock on the doorframe. In their hurry upon returning, they had neglected to close the door, and now they found themselves about to be interrupted by one of their fellow students.

Leaning against the doorframe, his ginger tail swishing behind him stood none other than Chester Porphyry. Although Cordovan had to admit he was a little annoyed at the intrusion, he hadn’t seen Chester nor the rest of his team since they had finally returned from Vale a few days ago. He looked mostly the same, wearing his familiar knitted mulberry-coloured jumper over a pale shirt paired with cream chinos, and smart black formal shoes. What Cordovan did note was the bags under his eyes, the paleness of his skin, and the way his smile didn’t seem as wide nor as bright as it usually was.

Before anyone had a chance to say anything, Neela was quick to hurry over to Chester, enveloping him in a deep hug that seemed to catch him by surprise. Chester held his hands out to the side, appearing unsure how to react, before finally relaxing and returning the hug.

“I didn’t realise we hugged now,” Chester teased, as they began to step away.

Neela made a scoff. "Shut up, Ches," She said, giving him a light pat on the arm. "I'm glad you're alright."

Chester returned her comment with a genuinely warm smile. "Yeah, so am I."

"Is everything alright, Chester?" Cordovan asked, content to interrupt now that Chester and Neela had broken apart. "Did you need something or were you just saying hello?"

"A little bit of both," Chester confessed with a chuckle. "Tell me, is it true you picked up the Princeton case?"

This earned a few raised eyebrows in the room. "Yes, we have," Zelde confirmed with a nod. Cordovan could see she was staring at Chester intently now, likely curious why he knew about their mission and why he was asking about it.

"I see," Chester murmured. He stepped further into the room, taking a seat on one of the lower bunks. "In that case then, we have some things to discuss."

[mercurryblack]

Game, set, and match (a.k.a. “beware the anger of a gentle Marron”). Time will tell whether this is the end, though.

Speaking of... holy moly, has it really been a year since the last installment?

art by @echollama​

ft. @neopoliitan and @sustraiii‘s OCs

“…Well. That was fun.“

In which Robin and Sherry decided to challenge Lillian and Zelde to a “friendly” game of beach volleyball.

The fact that Robin can augment her physical abilities with her Semblance likely boosted their confidence to no end. However, they sorely underestimated how much some people hate to lose.

…Poor kids. They just wanted to come out for a good time.

This art was drawn by the ever-inimitable @echollama, and features OCs from @neopoliitan (Robin, Sherry) and @sustraiii (Zelde) - check them out, you can see them in action in their own stories!

[neopoliitan]

Finally finished the new outfit designs for @sustraiii‘s team ZRCN! I’ve been meaning to update them ever since I drew their initial designs, and now they’ve got new outfits in-story I thought I’d finally try and pull it off.

>>> You can read Sustraiii’s fic here!!! <<<

All four outfits are supposed to communicate colder climates than their previous ones, with the addition of capes, coats and scarves (But that won’t stop Ravi having a plunging neckline and bare arms). 

Zelde’s look is slightly more upper class with the waistcoat, showing that she comes from a well-off family.

Cordovan’s double-breasted jacket and general outfit is somewhat reminiscent of his father’s outfit.

Ravi’s shirt design primarily comes from Dornish fashion in Game of Thrones, but his coat lowkey references his future potential love interest, my own Isambard Nihtholt.

Neela’s new outfit is more magical-girl inspired (as she’s a fan) and contains the purple of her girlfriend Tilia’s colour scheme.

[arthrmorgann]

world building wednesday: Team ZRCN.

Putting under a read more cause it’ll be long

ZELDE

B A S I C S

full name: Zelde Sewick

gender: Female

sexuality: Heteromantic Heterosexual

pronouns: She/Her

O T H E R S

family: Albus Sewick (father), Idina Sewick (mother, Callaway Sewick (younger brother)

birthplace: Sewick Estate, Northclyff, Atlas

job: Huntress-in-training

phobias: Lack of control

guilty pleasures: Comedy films, stuffed toys

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Neutral Good

sins - Envy

virtues - Diligence, Humility, Kindness, Patience

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Ambivert

organized/disorganized: Organized

close minded/open-minded: Open-minded

calm/anxious: Calm

disagreeable/agreeable: Agreeable (most of the time)

cautious/reckless: Cautious

patient/impatient: Patient

outspoken/reserved: Reserved

leader/follower: Leader

empathetic/unemphatic: Empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: Optimistic

traditional/modern: Modern

hard-working/lazy: Hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Sewcliff ;)

ot3: N/A

brotp: N/A

notp: N/A

XANTHOS

B A S I C S

full name: Xanthos Ravindra

gender: Male

sexuality: Biromantic Bisexual

pronouns: He/Him

O T H E R S

family: Marisol Ravindra (mother), Unknown (absentee father)

birthplace: Vacuo

job: Huntsman-in-training

phobias: Open water

guilty pleasures: Himself, grand gestures of love (for all his flirting, he’s a hopeless romantic at heart)

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Chaotic Good

sins - Lust, Wrath

virtues - Justice, Kindness

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Extrovert

organized/disorganized: Disorganized

close minded/open-minded: Open-minded

calm/anxious: Calm (most of the time)

disagreeable/agreeable: Agreeable

cautious/reckless: Reckless

patient/impatient: Impatient

outspoken/reserved: Reserved

leader/follower: Leader

empathetic/unemphatic: Empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: Optimistic

traditional/modern: Traditional

hard-working/lazy: Hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Isambard x Ravi (give him the manbun)

ot3: N/A

brotp: Ravi/Neela

notp: SPOILERS

CORDOVAN

B A S I C S

full name: Cordovan Radcliff

gender: Male

sexuality: Biromantic Demisexual

pronouns: He/Him

O T H E R S

family: Wren Honeycutt (mother), Raleigh Radcliff (father)

birthplace: Atlas

job: Hunstman-in-training

phobias: ?

guilty pleasures: ?

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Lawful Neutral

sins - ?

virtues - Diligence, Humility, Kindness, Patience, Justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Introvert

organized/disorganized: Organized

close minded/open-minded: Open-minded

calm/anxious: Calm

disagreeable/agreeable: Agreeable

cautious/reckless: Cautious

patient/impatient: Patient

outspoken/reserved: Reserved

leader/follower: Follower

empathetic/unemphatic: Empathetic (to most)

optimistic/pessimistic: Pessimistic

traditional/modern: Modern

hard-working/lazy: Hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Sewcliff ;)

ot3: N/A

brotp: ?

notp: ?

NEELA

B A S I C S

full name: Neela Oxford

gender: Female

sexuality: Homoromantic Homosexual

pronouns: She/Her

O T H E R S

family: Gorman Oxford (father), Nerissa Oxford (mother), Caspian Oxford (brother), Asana Oxford (sister)

birthplace: Oxford Manor, Atlas City, Kingdom of Atlas

job: Huntress-in-training

phobias: ?

guilty pleasures: ?

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Neutral Good

sins - ? (Neela’s pretty chill)

virtues - Charity, Diligence, Humility, Kindness, Patience, Justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Extrovert

organized/disorganized: Organized

close minded/open-minded: Open-minded

calm/anxious: Calm (most of the time)

disagreeable/agreeable: Agreeable

cautious/reckless: Cautious

patient/impatient: Patient

outspoken/reserved: Outspoken

leader/follower: Follower

empathetic/unemphatic: Empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: Optimistic

traditional/modern: Modern

hard-working/lazy: Hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Neela x Tilia

ot3: ?

brotp: Neela/Helia, Ravi/Neela

notp: Anyone that isn’t Tilia

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 4 CHAPTER 17

Team ZRCN and Helia, team up once more to finish Belleza Rossi once and for all.

Zelde

It was funny how certain circumstances put the unlikeliest of allies together. Looking around the room, Zelde marvelled at the strange group that had come together. She couldn't have imagined that she would find herself in the same room as one of the Rossi sisters, much less in the form of allies.

According to Morgan, Bianca had quickly defected when Calantha had been threatened, even going so far as to threaten Belleza herself when Calantha had been injured.

Poor Calantha was in the worst state of all, currently lying on one of the beds, being checked over by Theodora Crest with Bianca hovering in the background. The Rossi’s father was also nearby but didn’t really seem to have grasped what was going on, humming contentedly as he fiddled with a small device. 

By the sound of it, Calantha was lucky to be alive, with the resuscitation efforts of Morgan and Bianca being the reason she was still breathing. Occasionally, Bianca would tear her eyes away from her sister and look at Uriah, who was sitting on the floor cuffed to one of the beds thrashing about trying to get free. He had been the one to strike Calantha and leave her in that state and Bianca looked like she would not forget anytime soon.

Zelde found herself sitting on another of the spare beds with Cordovan. Opposite them sat Callaway and Rosie who had been rescued from their captivity by the two of them with the help of Euphemia Crest. Neela's sister Mira and a man named Lunick had also been rescued from captivity. Lunick was sat on a bed speaking in hushed voices with Laurel and Biggs - whom Zelde had since been told were actually named Nerine and Jesper.

Mira was currently sitting not far from where Calantha was being treated. Compared to the other former captives, she seemed to be in a sorry state with a black eye, chipped tooth, and various bruises and small cuts lining her arms and shoulders. According to Mira herself, she had taken most of the abuse from their captors, ensuring that Callaway and Rosie were unharmed. Her actions might have been a little foolish on account of her having no aura, but Zelde could not thank her enough for shielding the two of them.

Zelde watched Callaway and Rosie quietly before she felt Cordovan bump her knee with his own. She looked at him briefly before he gestured with his head towards the approaching Euphemia. 

The older woman carried a plastic cup of water with her, handing it to Zelde before continuing on. "For your brother."

Zelde held it in her hands for a moment before turning and extending it to Callaway. He smiled appreciatively but shook his head. "I'm fine," He assured her. Theodora had checked him over along with Rosie and Mira and already confirmed they were alright. Still, that didn't stop Zelde from fussing over him. He had been held longer than Rosie and Mira, and though he carried no bruises or healed injuries like the elder Oxford sibling, he seemed tired.

"Drink," Zelde said, which was less of a question and more of an instruction.

Callaway pulled a face but took the cup without arguing. He finished the water before crinkling it in his hand.

"I cannot tell you how glad we are that you're all alright," Cordovan said, smiling softly at Rosie in particular. Zelde had not forgotten the breakdown he had following the explosion at the university and the truth he had revealed about his and Rosie's relationship. Half-siblings. It was no wonder he had been so affected by her capture. As they sat there, Cordovan's hand found hers. Zelde did not know if it was intentional or not, but she looked down at their hands and then leaned into him.

Callaway and Rosie exchanged a glance. "Are you two a couple now?" Callaway asked.

"Eww, gross," Rosie said in a childlike manner.

At their words, Cordovan looked down and realised his hand was resting atop Zelde's. He stared at their hands for a long moment but did not move it away. 

"We haven't really had time to discuss what we are given everything that has happened," Cordovan confessed. His eyes met hers for a moment and his hard features softened. "I like to think that we are though."

Zelde's cheeks warmed. As he said, they hadn't really discussed where their relationship now stood following their kiss at the dance and confession of feelings for each other. There hadn't been time and with everything that happened afterwards it hadn't seemed appropriate. Even now, in this secure room within the Rossi's base, Cordovan's words seemed a little out of place but Zelde was glad for them. 

"I think the same too," Zelde responded, sharing his sentiment that she thought they were a couple. Cordovan smiled at her. A genuine warm and wide smile that she often did not see from her teammate. 

"You two are so cute!!" Rosie gushed. Her enthusiasm broke the two of them apart and Cordovan looked at his sister with an amused face.

"I thought you said this was 'gross' before?" He pointed out.

"Well, it still would be if you started kissing," Rosie responded very matter-of-factly. "Are you two going to get married and have babies now?"

"Rosie!" Cordovan snapped, blushing fiercely.

Callaway laughed out loud and Zelde couldn't help but emit a small chuckle herself. Their conversation was promptly interrupted by Morgan catching their attention.

"Heads up, Cherry is on the way back with your teammates," Morgan told them.

Cordovan nodded to show they had understood. They were only kept waiting for a minute or two before they heard a knock on the door. Euphemia turned to look at the door, her expression dour, before slowly moving towards it. She opened the door and let three figures in.

Zelde was a bit slow to turn around but hastened her pace when she saw some of the shocked expressions in the room. Cherry stood to the left, sizing up Euphemia, and beside her, bloodied and shell-shocked were Xanthos and Neela.

"What happened?" Morgan asked, approaching swiftly but hanging back when he acknowledged the blood again. Zelde and Cordovan were on their feet now too, mirroring each other's concerned expressions as they came to listen to what had happened.

"It was my fault!" Neela suddenly blurted out. Whatever had happened, she sounded quite distressed. Xanthos touched her arm soothingly.

"We encountered Maia as you know," Cherry explained. "She fought the three of us and we managed to disarm her and break her aura. She was on her knees otherwise defeated when I got through to you, Morgan. Foolishly I let my guard down and looked away. I was distracted and didn't hear anything until it was too late. Maia had managed to grab her weapon and would have likely attacked us if not for Neela. She reacted swiftly to defend herself and us. Unfortunately, the wounds she inflicted on Maia were too severe and she passed." A few gasps echoed in the room, and Zelde looked back to see Elio and Bianca listening with particular interest. "It was an accident," Cherry said in a softer tone.

Zelde was about to say something in response when Uriah's voice pierced the air. 

"What did you say about Maia?" He questioned sharply, looking around for answers. "My sister, is she…?"

"She's dead," Bianca confirmed for him, suddenly appearing near the handcuffed man and looming over him. She had seemed like one of the more reasonable members of the Rossi's group but as she stood over Uriah there was something malicious in her expression, and more chillingly something joyful too. Bianca leaned towards him. "I hope you feel as I felt when I thought you'd killed my sister."

Uriah looked alarmed by her words. Zelde thought he might have fought back and argued, as his earlier behaviour suggested he would, but the news of his sister's death had defeated him. Satisfied her words had cut deep, Bianca walked away to hover near Calantha again.

“Times like this I am reminded of exactly who Bianca is related to,” Euphemia mused, watching the white-haired woman leave. “Behind all her formalities lies a cold heart deep down.”

“Uriah did nearly kill her sister,” Morgan pointed out.

“True,” Euphemia conceded briefly, before continuing, “but she also survived. Maia did not. I’m not excusing his behaviour or that of his sister but as an older sibling myself, I’m not sure I’d have appreciated someone gloating of their possible deaths in my face.” Euphemia looked towards her sister and stiffened slightly, her expression soon shifting into a grimace. “I certainly never Miho get away with talking about Ulysses. Even if I got a broken horn for my troubles.”

With those words lingering in the air, Euphemia moved aside, leaned against a nearby wall and crossed her arms over her broad chest. She didn't linger too far from the door, likely ready to intervene should any of the remaining unaccounted Rossi allies try their luck with the door. They wouldn't have been able to break the lock by conventional methods but Zelde would not have put it past them to try other ways of breaking in.

Although Zelde still found Bianca one of the more tolerable members of the Rossi’s group, Euphemia’s words had certainly given her food for thought. After everything that had happened to Calantha, Zelde couldn’t truly begrudge the woman for being a little cold towards him, if the situations were reversed and it was Callaway instead of Calantha, Zelde knew she'd have had a few choice words for him, but the way Bianca had acted around him was exceedingly harsh. Perhaps it was just the heightened emotions of the situation, or perhaps Euphemia wasn’t too far off the mark when she said Bianca had a cold heart.

 Zelde was pulled from her thoughts by the approach of Theodora Crest. The bespectacled woman stopped before the group and looked at Neela's bloodied hands unflinchingly.

"Come and wash your hands," Theodora said, gesturing for Neela to follow her. The blue-haired woman followed without arguing but Theodora stopped and urged Xanthos to come too, noting the small amount of blood he had on his hands.

As their teammates were led to a small en suite at the back of the room, Zelde found herself moving towards Elio and Helia with the rest of the assembled group, having been waved over by Elio. The only person who didn't come with them was Euphemia who was still leaning against the wall.

Elio had gotten pretty badly beaten when he and Helia had encountered Nerine and Jesper. The assailants had eventually relented and whilst Helia had walked away practically unscathed, Elio barely had any aura left. The blonde man was currently sitting up on another bed in the room, looking quite alert despite how worn down he had been from his previous battle.

“How are you holding up, Cher?” He would ask when the group stopped before him. He extended a hand out for her to hold and she reached out and gave him a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ve been better,” Cherry confessed, releasing his hand. “Took a few nasty hits between both fights and my aura broke so I’m really feeling it. Losing Wisteria and Miho and then Maia on top of that…yeah, I’m not going to lie Elio, it hasn’t been a great day for us.” Cherry shook her head and then looked to the en suite, the door of which was ajar allowing them to see Xanthos and Neela inside. “They’re taking things rough. Especially Neela.”

“Not much we can do now, unfortunately,” Elio said sympathetically. “When this is all over, we’ll ensure they get the support they need to talk things through won’t we?” He looked to his fellow Mob Ops members as he said that, to which they both nodded their heads. “Now, to why I called you all over here. Firstly, let’s start with this.”

The man proceeded to pull his scroll out and showed them what appeared to be a message from Wren. By what was written it seemed she and some “support” were inbound.

“When did that come through?” Cherry asked. “The connection is pretty spotty in here, I’m surprised a message from outside reached you.”

“It was about an hour ago,” Morgan responded. “Bianca has since confirmed that their aerial radar has picked up an incoming Atlesian ship. Based on the speed they were supposedly travelling, they should be here soon probably within the next hour if my estimations are correct.”

“Well that’s good,” Cherry said. “What else did you want to talk about, Elio? You made it seem like there were multiple things.”

Elio and Helia shared a glance. “We still have Belleza and Sparrow unaccounted for. Now, we could wait for Wren and her backup to arrive, but we know from prior experience that Belleza is a wily opponent and will probably try and make a run for it if she can, if she hasn't already.”

“What’s going on?” Xanthos asked, interrupting the flow of conversation as he and Neela returned. Cordovan took it upon himself to catch them up to speed.

“What about Sparrow?” Cherry asked.

“We already know from prior intel that Sparrow tends to more or less disappear into thin air. Given the circumstances, we shouldn’t waste time looking for them and focus on efforts on capturing Belleza,” Elio responded. “Bianca has already agreed to lend us her scroll to track where Belleza is in this place - apparently, they modified their scrolls to have a tracking app that can be activated when necessary - our main issue lies in which of us should apprehend her.”

Zelde realised he was referring to the Mob Ops with that statement, what with all three of them in varying states of health after fighting their way through this place.

“I’ve already agreed to help,” Helia announced. “I’m a trained huntress, not a civilian, I know how to handle myself. Besides, I’m one of the few of us here who has all her aura.”

“What about us?” Xanthos piped up, looking between his teammates. “Could we help?”

Morgan looked uncertain. “I don’t know, that’s a potentially big risk.”

“Morgan,” Elio cut him off. “It was a big risk in them even coming here. Besides, it’s not like some of them haven’t already fought their way through some of the Rossi’s people. And they won’t be alone they’ll have Helia with them too.”

Xanthos had volunteered their team, but ultimately it was Zelde who had the deciding opinion. She already knew Cordovan was keen to fight, and by his quick offer Xanthos was too, but she was uncertain about Neela who was currently looking down at her feet. “I’d certainly be amenable to the idea of helping,” Zelde confirmed with a nod. Her silver eyes looked at Neela. “Perhaps Neela could sit this one out though.”

“What?” Neela’s head shot up swiftly. “I can help!”

“You don’t have to, Neela,” Zelde told her reassuringly. “You’ve already been a great help so far and after everything you’ve been through I’m not forcing you to come.”

“I want to come,” Neela said, lifting her head.

“Only if you are certain,” Zelde said, peering into Neela’s eyes. Despite her posture and words, Neela’s eyes seemed to suggest she was a little more uncertain.

“I’m certain,” Neela responded. “Let’s go get her.”

“Well there you have it,” Elio said, glancing between the group. “Looks like we have a plan.”

Zelde noted that Cherry and Morgan seemed less enthusiastic about this plan, but given where the group stood currently, it was one of the better ones they had. 

The five of them approached Bianca, who was still hovering near Calantha. Theodora was also nearby, monitoring one of the machines that were hooked up to Calantha.

"You're going after, Belle?" Bianca asked, lifting her head to look at the group.

They all nodded and Helia stepped forward. "You mentioned earlier to me and Elio that you'd lend us your scroll to track her."

Bianca looked at Helia's hand and then proceeded to retrieve her scroll. She tapped a few buttons on the screen before handing it over. "Here you go," Bianca said. As the scroll was passed between hands, Zelde noted Bianca frowning slightly as she did, her eyes staring at the screen. "Strange…she doesn't appear to be moving."

Helia held the scroll in her hands and ZRCN all gathered to look around at the screen. "Where is this?" Helia asked.

"The cafeteria on the ground floor," Bianca responded. "Save for the kitchen, it was cleared out years ago, so I'm not sure why she'd be there."

"How do we get to it?"

"Once you leave the medical wing, take two lefts and then follow the corridor until you come out onto the atrium. The cafeteria will be opposite you, beyond a dried-up fountain," Bianca explained.

"Oh." Zelde looked to the left and saw Xanthos pulling a face. "Yeah, me and Neela know the place. Or well, we saw it from above at least. Before Miho and Wisteria, you know…fell."

Zelde grimaced at the choice of words her teammate had used. It was an accurate statement at least but perhaps not wholly appropriate given the seriousness of the situation. 

With information gathered on Belleza, the five of them set out to finally bring Belleza Rossi down, words of luck being offered to them as they left. They followed Bianca’s previous instructions upon leaving the medical wing, taking two lefts, and then following the corridor until they reached the atrium. It was a large open space that Zelde and Cordovan had only recently passed by on a different angle when Euphemia had taken them to retrieve the captives.

In the centre of the vast space, sat a now dried-up water fountain, and sprawled over that fountain with blood, glass, and various other bits of debris scattered on the ground, was the broken and twisted body of Miho Ryuzaki. Zelde had known the woman had died from when Cherry had briefly updated Morgan on the situation before reuniting with the group in the medical wing and then Morgan had in turn relayed it to those present. Regardless of knowing what was waiting for them here, it still didn’t stop Zelde’s stomach from churning, and she bit her lip to stop the bile from rising in her throat.

Zelde was too busy fighting the urge not to vomit that she didn’t notice what - or rather who - wasn’t there. And it was only when Xanthos spoke up that she looked over the scene again.

“Where’s Wisteria?”

Again, Zelde remembered that they had been told Wisteria had shoved Miho over the edge of an above balcony, finishing off the red-haired woman at the cost of her remaining health. From how it had been described, Wisteria’s injuries had been quite severe too. Perhaps not to the extent of what Miho had suffered but enough that she wouldn’t have been able to move. So, that begged the question, where exactly had she gone?

“She can’t have gotten far,” Neela said. “Maybe she’s nearby.”

“Possibly,” Xanthos mused in agreement. “Though I doubt she’d have gotten far with those injuries. Should we look for her?”

He was looking at Helia, Zelde, and Cordovan as he said that. The three of them shared a glance before Helia shook her head. “Belleza is the priority,” Helia told them. “If she’s taken down quickly we can spare some time to look. Or we could try and get through to the others and let them know.”

Xanthos nodded but didn’t say anything else which allowed the group to move onwards to the cafeteria where Belleza Rossi awaited them within. Double metal doors were pushed open and the five of them stepped inside. Bianca had mentioned that much of the room had been cleared out and she wasn’t lying. Only a few plastic chairs remained stacked in a corner and other than the kitchen opposite them, there was nothing to suggest this had once been a cafeteria. It made Zelde question where the group ate but she assumed with how much this building had been repurposed over the years they had probably found another space to serve as a dining room.

They didn’t have to look hard for Belleza at least. The older woman was sitting on the floor with her back leaning against a servery. She had her arms resting on her knees, fiddling with something in her hands that Zelde couldn’t quite see, and her spear sat by the side of her.

When she heard the group enter, she lifted her head, red eyes burning into them. “I knew you’d come eventually,” She said with a smirk. “Who was it who ratted me out?”

“Your sister,” Cordovan responded.

“Bianca? Hmm, figured as much the little traitor,” Belleza huffed. “Happy to play along until it suited her.” The white-haired woman let out a bitter laugh before glaring at the group. “You should have stayed in Highpoint. You should kept your noses out of where they did not belong.”

“You forget yourself, Belleza,” Helia snapped. “You made it personal when you attacked my teammates. When you killed Alcyone. When you sent your robots to attack ZRCN. When you dragged us into this mess.”

Belleza merely blinked at Helia, unfazed by the blame being put on her.“I shouldn’t blame you, really,” Belleza said. “We all know it was Wisteria’s fault. Stupid bitch couldn’t keep her mouth shut and just had to gloat to you and Farron that she never worked for him,” Belleza continued, rolling her eyes. “At least she’s dead now though. Got what she deserved in the end.”

Interesting, Zelde thought, she seems to still think Wisteria is outside.

“Sounds like a lot of bullshit to excuse your actions if you ask me,” Xanthos said, putting a hand on his hip. “Convenient to blame a ‘dead’ woman too.”

Belleza chuckled. “Bullshit? Bullshit!? No, I had a plan!” She leaned forward a bit, suddenly more agitated than before. “When Wisteria joined our group she complicated things to be sure but I adapted. But then in you all come and ruin everything! We were going to make Atlas pay! We were going to hold them accountable! Plans that my family had been building for over ten years and you ruined them all!”

“Well, they can’t have been good plans if we took you down in less than a day,” Xanthos said sarcastically.

Helia took a step forward. “It’s over now, Belleza,” She told her sternly. “Your allies are dead, gone, or saw sense and stood down. There’s nothing left to fight for anymore. You are going to jail and you will pay for what you’ve done.”

If Belleza acknowledged the latter part of Helia’s words, she didn’t let it show. Instead, she seemed fixated on the first half of the words, starting to rant incessantly.

“Cowards the lot of them. After everything I put them through, all the training they undertook, all it took was a little bit of pressure to have them all throwing their hands up and surrendering. I always knew it would be down to me in the end.”Slowly the white-haired woman rose to her feet and removed her jacket, dropping it to the floor where it covered her spear. “After all, if you want a job done right, it’s better to do it yourself.”

 She then held out her left hand, showing the group what she had been fiddling with before. It was a dust crystal and a rather jagged piece too that looked as though it hadn’t even been refined yet.

“A gift from a departed friend,” She smiled, and as she spoke Zelde was sure there was something akin to genuine sadness at the back of her words. Zelde felt her semblance flare into life following her words, though the sensation did not last long thanks to her efforts to focus on it more as of late, but even as her body relaxed she knew danger was imminent.

 Belleza pulled the crystal back towards her, hugging it close to her chest. “If I’m going to down, I’m going to make sure I leave a message and take out as many of you with me as I can.” 

And what happened next, not even Zelde could have predicted. Belleza stabbed the dust crystal into a healing wound on her shoulder. Immediately, her arms started to swell, red-orange vein-like marks running down the lengths of both of them and up the left side of her neck. Belleza was screaming too and Zelde could not tell if it was from the pain or the anger. Injecting raw dust into one’s veins was said to be excruciatingly painful, even with aura, she could only imagine the pain the other woman was in. More alarmingly, the room began to fill with the smell of what Zelde could only assume was burning flesh, which seemed a strong likelihood based on how red Belleza’s arms were going.

When the initial effects of the dust infusion subsided, Belleza straightened, and she looked to be in quite a state. Her face was a paler red from the screaming she had been doing, cheeks streaked with tears, and her eyes were glowing a similar red-orange to the veins on her arms and neck. Zelde noticed that her right arm was awkwardly dangling down as if she could no longer control it fully.

Belleza paused for a moment, teetering on the spot as if she did not want to do, and then screamed at the group. Zelde was struck by how distorted it was to her earlier screams, sounding deeper and more unnatural.

With some effort - mostly on account of the right arm she was struggling to move - Belleza raised her arms and fired a giant fireball in their direction. It was Helia who moved quickly, her katana raised, as she rushed to intercept it and stop ZRCN from getting hit. As soon as the fireball connected, a cloud of smoke engulfed the spot where Helia had been standing, and she came flying back out of it seconds later, with such force that she wound up thrown against the wall and her aura shattered.

Zelde knew Belleza would have been more powerful now due to the dust infusion, but she had underestimated just how strong her hits had become if it had been enough to take out Helia’s aura with one hit. Even Belleza seemed surprised at the raw strength of her attack, but that surprise quickly faded into joy when she realised just how powerful she had become.

Suddenly, the fireballs were coming thick and fast, Belleza doing whatever she could to try and hit them. They were able to dodge the first few without trouble, but as Cordovan threw up a shield to block one, Belleza quickly retaliated by throwing another in quick succession. The shield took the brunt of the blast but it shattered under the strength of the second hit and Xanthos and Zelde tumbled backwards. 

Cordovan and Neela remained close together, with Cordovan on one knee. Neela was trying to pull him up when suddenly she saw Belleza running for them.

“Cordo, look out!” She yelled.

Neela tried to pull him back but he instead shoved her out of the way, throwing up another shield with Belleza practically fell on top of.

“Move!” He yelled, glaring not only at her but Zelde and Xanthos too.

Zelde was loathe to move and leave Cordovan but he seemed to be holding Belleza off well enough. Xanthos and Neela ended up pulling her backwards, running to the now exposed kitchen area where they might have been able to duck into cover.

Belleza thumped on Cordovan’s shield. “I think I’ll enjoy sending you back to your mother,” She snickered, before raising a hand up. 

From where they had briefly ducked into cover, Zelde watched as she raised a hand back, the palm of it starting to glow as she was about to create another fireball, only to get suddenly thrown backwards, as Cordovan used his shield to shove Belleza backwards. It was really a testament to his training that he could even manipulate his shields like that, as Zelde could remember a time when his semblance was static and he could not form it anywhere beyond his person, let alone throw it up away from himself.

As the woman went back, Corodvan quickly darted away to where the rest of his team was, coming to a stop in a hunched over position next to them.

“We need a plan,” He said, a little breathless from his efforts to halt Belleza. “We can’t outrun her fire forever.”

He was right of course but coming up with a plan was going to be difficult. Not just because of the little time they had but because Belleza was quite an unpredictable opponent too. Zelde gave it some thought for a moment before lowering her head.

“We have to kill her,” She said.

“Zelde…” Cordovan didn’t seem particularly alarmed by this, only troubled that the suggestion had come from Zelde’s mouth. Xanthos and Neela looked a little wary of the suggestion, and Zelde noted after their earlier bout with Maia, that they were perhaps not looking forward to the idea of killing someone else, even if that someone was Belleza.

“I know it sounds like an extreme idea, but I think that is the only option we’ve got,” Zelde said, pressing on with her suggestion. “As Cordovan said, we cannot outrun her forever. We won't stand a chance if she hits one of us with one of her fireballs. She will knock us out and kill us have no doubt about that.”

“To be honest, killing her might be a mercy,” Xathos said. “Did you see how she reacted when she injected the dust? The smell too? I think she’s quite literally burning herself alive.”

Zelde grimaced at the thought.

“I don’t know if I can,” Neela said. “I know it seems like our only choice but I’m not sure if I can kill another person. Even if it is her.”

“Just leave it to us, Neela,” Zelde said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Can you give us as much mist as you can though?”

Neela nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“FIREBALL!” Xanthos suddenly yelled, forcing them to duck down a little lower, as one flew over their heads and struck a metal cabinet. Clearly, Belleza had gotten back to her feet.

“Go, go, go!” Zelde urged, instructing Xanthos and Cordovan to follow her out of cover.

“You weren’t trying to hide were you?” Belleza asked, cocking her head to the side. “Where’s the other one?”

Belleza seemed to be preparing another fireball when thick mist suddenly started to roll out over the servery and spill out into the empty room. Zelde thanked her teammate silently. Whilst Belleza was temporarily distracted by the appearance of the mist, Zelde gestured for Xanthos and Cordovan to duck, knowing that the three of them would be a bit more obscured if they crouched and hid in the mist.

Even though the mist was thicker than usual for Neela’s semblance, the fiery outline of Belleza could still be seen in the middle of it, her head snapping from side to side rapidly as she tried to see them in the mist. With the heat she was no doubt generating the mist likely wouldn’t last, and Zelde knew they wouldn’t have long and needed to act fast.

Pulling her gun out of its holster, she aimed in the direction of Belleza, and squeezed the trigger, letting off a short burst of rounds. If one or two of them clipped Belleza then so be it, but it was mostly meant as a distraction tactic.

Sure enough, Belleza’s head whipped around to face her, eyes narrowing.

“You,” She hissed. 

Come on, Zelde urged silently, as she held her ground. Charge at me.

Belleza looked at her momentarily, her left palm starting to glow as if preparing a fireball again. Zelde was about to curse when the other woman started moving towards her, possibly deciding that she’d much rather get up close and personal if she was going to hurl a fireball in her face. To Belleza’s surprise, Zelde rushed forward to greet her, raising her foot to kick her sharply in the abdomen. The first kick caught Belleza by surprise, but she was ready for the second, catching Zelde’s foot with a hand and then swinging her leg down violently causing Zelde’s leg to jolt.

“Pathetic,” Belleza sneered, closing the gap between them and slamming her head forward to headbutt Zelde.

Zelde fell backwards and wound up on the floor. Her aura had held, luckily, but she didn’t like being this close to the other woman, even if it was part of her plan.

As Belleza approached, Zelde shuffled backwards using her hands to move, suddenly yelling at Cordovan when Belleza looked ready to form another fireball.

“Cordovan, shield!”

Belleza did not have time to pull back before her fireball connected with the new shield. And being this close to the barrier, she got hit by the recoil from her own attack. Zelde meanwhile neatly rolled out of the way, feeling a bit of the heat from the blast, but avoiding any lasting damage.

As Belleza stumbled away, shielding her eyes, Zelde quickly jumped to her feet, making a signal to Xanthos nearby. 

“Xanthos, restrain her!” Zelde instructed.

Xanthos lashed out with his whip, letting it curl around the body of Belleza. He quickly began to run around her, ensuring his whip was tightly coiled around the other woman, before activating his semblance to alter his weight to his heaviest state. He leaned back on his heels a little, making his whip go taut.

Although restrained, and unlikely to break out quickly, Belleza was trying to free herself. She was heating her palms and trying to burn away the whip with little effect.

“Cordovan,” Zelde called out again, looking towards her red-haired teammate. She shifted her weapon to its bladed form and looked expectantly at Cordovan, hoping he understood what she meant by the gesture. “Together?”

“Together,” He nodded.

“Xanthos, when Cordovan goes in for his strike, release the whip,” Zelde instructed swiftly.

He nodded and Zelde gave him a swift smile. She took a breath. It was time.

Gripping her weapon tightly, she looked towards Cordovan again, before running forward. Belleza saw her coming and yelled out an expletive at her but Zelde did not stop. She pulled back her weapon and made a strike at the back of Belleza’s knees. Her blade connected and she heard Belleza cry out before dropping to her knees, no longer able to stand. Zelde darted quickly away to let Cordovan land the finishing blow. 

As promised, when Cordovan approached, Xanthos let his weapon slacken, allowing Cordovan to attack unimpeded. His weapon, Braveheart, was in its rarely used sword form. And with a grunt of effort, he pulled back, before stabbing it through Belleza’s chest and out her back.

In the end, Belleza did not go out in a blaze of glory, but rather, a small whimper. 

Cordovan pulled out his blade and stood back allowing Belleza to fall back, her head near enough bouncing off the floor. Her chest gave one final heave and then grew still. Her body was spent. 

Belleza Rossi was dead.

Nobody dared to move for a long time. The air felt heavy with some indescribable emotion. It was over and Belleza was defeated but it didn't feel like a victory truly worth celebrating.

Zelde stood by herself for a moment until Cordovan came near, hooking an arm around her waist and drawing her near to his body. Zelde let her weapon drop to the floor, wrapping her arms around Cordovan's neck in relief, just letting herself be held for the moment.

They pulled apart when Neela approached, having come out of hiding from behind the servery. Cordovan gave a small smile and put a hand on her back.

"We did it," She said, weakly smiling back. Her blue eyes strayed away from him and looked at the dead body on the floor. It was a grim sight to be sure and nobody wanted to linger on Belleza's corpse for too long.

Still lingering close together, they moved towards Xanthos who was trying to rouse an unconscious Helia. She seemed to be stirring back to life when they approached, still dazed but then snapping up, as if suddenly remembering she had been in a fight priorly.

"Where's…" Helia's voice trailed off when she spotted Belleza's body behind them. She gulped slightly. "She's dead then. What happened?"

"We killed her," Cordovan answered swiftly. "We couldn't take the risk. We saw what she did to you and we knew we couldn't outrun her forever. It seemed like our only option given the circumstances."

Helia processed the words carefully before nodding and trying to stand.

Cordovan and Xanthos helped her up and she took a moment to dust herself off, once again looking at Belleza before back at the group. "Let's go meet up with the others," She suggested. "I don't want to linger in here longer than we have to."

It was something all of them could agree on at least. The five of them walked out of the cafeteria, tired, and bruised, but alive. As they headed back to reunite with the rest of those who had come with them to this place, they could rest peacefully knowing that the Rossi threat had finally been dealt with.

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 1 REWRITE - CHAPTER 6

Team ZRCN, Team PCAN, and Vernon all work together to take down Merlot and Saika.

Xanthos

A stakeout. On paper, it was one of the more interesting missions a huntsman could undertake - at least in Xanthos’s opinion. In reality, it was incredibly, incredibly boring. Most of it involved remaining in one place, watching, making notes, twiddling thumbs, and hoping something exciting was going to happen.

After speaking with Vernon two days prior, ZRCN found themselves holed up in the warehouse of Heath Porphyry, keeping a close eye on the neighbouring Verdant Storage. They were waiting on Vernon to appear, hopefully bringing Merlot and Saika with them. Vernon had helped organise a meeting nearby at least but had remained silent on whether his 'subordinates' would be following him.

Darkness was falling over Atlas as they settled in the warehouse. With a shiver, Xanthos crossed his arms over his chest. Hailing from Vacuo originally the Atlesian weather had been difficult to adjust to, and whilst he had grown used to the colder temperature in the day, he was still yet to get used to the colder temperature at night. It didn't help that the warehouse was positively freezing at that current moment. It was so cold, in fact, that Xanthos could see his breath in certain places.

The stakeout had only really just begun but already Xanthos could feel boredom settling in. Zelde had already designated herself and Cordovan as watchmen for the night, swapping every hour or so to keep things fair. If it had just been the four of them, Xanthos and Neela might have been able to do something helpful in the office, but they had been joined by Team PCAN who had mostly holed themselves up in the security office, preventing ZRCN from doing much else. Xanthos did not have a problem with them being here, especially as Vernon and ZRCN themselves had agreed to let them assist, as they had technically been working on this mission before ZRCN had. 

Zelde and Chester were currently downstairs, keeping a watch on the lower interior of the building. The rest of the two teams were huddled together upstairs. Niall had sequestered himself in the security office monitoring the cameras to the exterior having designated himself the job promptly upon arrival. It seemed he had no desire to do any other tasks that night, as any attempt to swap with him had been dismissed. The quiet Rue had spent most of the night making small talk with Cordovan, Neela, and himself. Although it seemed as though she was doing nothing but waiting like himself, she was actually doing quite an important job and keeping sound levels to a minimum within the warehouse. Xanthos had to give credit where credit was due and admit to it being an impressive feat. The warehouse wasn't exactly small but Rue seemed to be handling things with ease.

Of the three members of PCAN upstairs with them, the only one who seemed to share his apparent boredom was Akari. The girl kept walking between the security room and the warehouse where the rest of them were, usually stopping by Xanthos to share some raucous joke with him before slipping away. 

Unfortunately, she had stopped popping her head out after the last joke, so Xanthos was left to his thoughts again. He tried to entertain himself with a game on his scroll but his battery appeared to be running low. With a huff, he slipped it back into his pocket.

“You’re not going to mope around all night are you?” Neela teased, shooting him a glance from across the room.

"I'm trying not to," Xanthos said. "I might see how Zelde and Chester are doing."

"Don't disturb them too much," Cordovan warned.

Xanthos rolled his eyes. "Yes, sir," He quipped. "Don't worry I won't pester them…not too much at least."

Xanthos was quick to scurry away after that, not wanting to linger lest Cordovan give him another warning. It was quiet in the downstairs portion of the warehouse, the only sounds being the faint buzzing of the lights, and the quiet chatter of Zelde and Chester. They were standing by a window, looking through gaps in the shutter at the street outside.

He didn’t need to call out to them as no sooner did he begin to approach, did Zelde turn on her heel and give him a look.

“What are you doing down here, Xanthos?”

“Can’t a man say hi to his friends?” He asked, holding his hands up in defence.

Chester smirked behind Zelde, whereas Zelde herself merely rolled his eyes. “You were supposed to be helping upstairs.”

“Well, I would love to do that, but it’s a bit hard to do with Niall deciding that he and he alone can monitor the cameras,” Xanthos responded sarcastically. 

“I apologise if he has been rude,” Chester was quick to say, giving both Xanthos and Zelde an apologetic glance. “Even though he was glad to be included, he’s still a little sour about everything.”

Zelde frowned. She had been less vocal than her teammates about Niall taking his frustrations out on ZRCN, but Zelde still seemed displeased by the whole situation that had unfolded since. And her displeasure was plain to see by the deep frown she sported.

“Can I stay here with you two?” Xanthos asked, looking expectantly between the two.

“No,” Zelde answered swiftly. 

“But–”

“Xanthos,” Zelde gave him a stern look. “As much as I love you, we do not need you distracting us.”

Chester gave an apologetic smile to him. “Sorry!”

Despite Zelde’s words, Xanthos was persistent and was determined to try and convince them, or at least pester Zelde until she relented. He really didn’t want to go back upstairs and be left to his thoughts again. He was about to start arguing for him to stay with them but never got the chance. He turned to look at Zelde, readying himself to argue, but he saw her face and stopped short.

To the unknowing eye she would have looked paralysed with fear, her expression largely blank and devoid of emotion, save for what would have looked like a fearful look in her eye. Even her posture was completely rigid, indicating some sort of fear washing over her. In reality, Zelde was not truly afraid but when her semblance flared up like this, it had a tendency to leave her immobilised in such a way. Her semblance allowed her to get a sense or feeling of when something bad was going to happen to her. It would have been a fine semblance to have if it didn't flare up randomly and leave her completely immobilised and unable to do anything when it did strike.

"Is she alright?" Chester asked, looking between him and Zelde. He probably would have known of Zelde's semblance but experiencing it in person was another thing entirely. Xanthos could still remember the first time he had witnessed it, believing his teammate to be having some sort of medical emergency rather than her semblance kicking in. It had been a close call that day too. They had been fighting a horde of Grimm in their first year when it happened, and Zelde had been so shaken by it taking hold of her that she almost didn't react in time and was lucky to walk away unharmed.

"Yeah, she'll be fine," Xanthos assured him. He reached a hand out towards her, putting a hand on her shoulder, which almost instantly seemed to break the stupor she was in. "You still with us, Zee?"

Slowly her face relaxed and she nodded. "I'm fine," She assured the two of them, giving Xanthos a grateful pat on the hand. "They must be on their way, hence my semblance flaring up. You should probably let the others know so they can get ready."

"Got it," Xanthos said, before darting back upstairs.

His remaining teammates were still huddled together with Rue when he found them. When he arrived upstairs he gave them a little wave to catch their attention before informing them that Merlot and Saika were on their way. "You'd best get ready to go," Xanthos told them. "It seems like Merlot and Saika are on their way."

"Has Vernon messaged Chester?" Cordovan asked. It had been the plan that when they were close, Vernon would message them to prepare themselves.

“No,” Xanthos shook his head. “Zelde’s semblance flared up.”

At one point in time, Zelde’s semblance had sometimes flared up so randomly it had often done so several hours or even days in advance of danger. Experience and a little bit of focus had helped her control it a little and ensured it only flared up when the danger was within a few minutes, but it still did little to negate how much control it had over her body.

As Xanthos, Rue, and the rest of ZRCN reunited with Zelde and Chester on the floor below, Chester informed them that Vernon had messaged him.

"Vernon's approaching from the right side of the building and Merlot and Saika are coming from the left," Chester explained, showing his scroll to everyone present so they could read the message. Vernon had informed them that he would pull the pair of them to the side a bit, hopefully allowing ZRCN to approach from the alley between the Porphyry's building and Verdant Storage without being noticed. Rue would also be helping to minimise the sound they made on the approach, though Chester and ZRCN had already been warned that Merlot's semblance gave him a hyper-awareness of his surroundings and could potentially detect them even without Rue's protection.

Back upstairs on the cameras, Niall informed them when Vernon approached and then when he pulled Merlot and Saika aside. 

Team ZRCN slipped outside with Rue close after, taking up the rear so that she could mask their sounds. It was strangely eerie barely hearing his breathing and footsteps and it was something that Xanthos could not imagine that he'd be comfortable with for long. As they approached the end of the alleyway, Zelde brought the group to a halt by raising a palm, ensuring that they had stopped safely within the shadows. Even though their own sounds were nullified they could hear Verde's yelling clearly.

"I knew that you had an ulterior motive!" Vernon seethed. "I should have cut you off the moment you suggested the idea, Saika"

"But I-" A feminine voice began to speak, only to be cut off by Vernon.

"Shut up!" He snapped, making a sound that sounded akin to a growl. Xanthos had to admit it was impressive how realistic his rage sounded, knowing full well Vernon was putting it on to maintain his cover. "I don't think you can even begin to imagine the gravity of how bad this situation is. The military is breathing down my neck, Farron is breathing down my neck, and Crocus is breathing down his neck."

"Well, it can't be that bad," Saika attempted to protest. "They've only started sending people to investigate recently, right? It can't be that important to the military."

"They had higher priorities like evacuating civilians and students out of Vale, Saika," Vernon pointed out."Your little escapade has only just come to light because things have become settled enough for them to start working through their backlog again. Besides, how do you know that? I thought you'd been keeping low, hence the silent treatment."

Saika made a noise, which seemed like an awkward attempt to explain herself.

"She has taken to watching the shop in recent days," A softer male voice finally explained for her.

"Oh god, so not only did you already ruin things, you thought you'd make things even worse by snooping around in the area?" Vernon said sarcastically. He let out a dramatic sigh. 

"I stuck to the side streets and mingled with the crowds," Saika said, trying to cover herself.

Vernon let out a mocking laugh. "You are not subtle, Saika. Merlot is but you are not. You walk around like a petulant child with a chip on your shoulder. That and your hair alone makes you stand out like a sore thumb."

"We'll be better next time!" Saika said loudly, her voice pitching into a whine.

"You'll be lucky if there even will be a next time," Vernon responded. "I'll be lucky if there's a next time for me too. I’m responsible for the pair of you, so when you act out like that, it looks bad on me."

“We didn’t intend for it to go down that way. We just wanted to mess the place up a bit, but we didn’t know she’d be there," Saika said. Xanthos could feel his eyes roll a little at that.

“Save your excuses because I don’t want to hear them.” Vernon huffed. Although his tone was still sharp, he seemed to be calming slightly. “You can explain yourself to Farron. Once he’s back in Atlas he wants to speak with you.”

As Vernon continued to chastise his companions, Zelde turned around and made a gesture to indicate for Rue to ease her semblance a little. Zelde glanced at Neela. “Think you can give us some cover?”

Neela smirked. “I think I could manage that.” Standing a little ways away from her teammates, she outstretched her arms, and focused on her breathing. Moments later the air seemed to change, growing somewhat hazy and misty. Neela’s semblance gave her the ability to generate mist, which she was then able to project in a small field around herself. Although not thick, the mist would give the three of them a small amount of cover; more than usual thanks to the added cover of darkness.

The mist filtered out through the alleyway and outwards to where the three of them were talking. A few confused grumblings could be heard immediately.

"Vernon has stepped back," Niall's monotonous voice relayed through their earpiece. "Engage when you are ready."

And then it was Xanthos's turn to strike. Using Neela's mist to his advantage, he stepped out through the alleyway and in the middle of Merlot, Saika, and Vernon. He faced the direction of Merlot and Saika, uncoiled his whip and lashed out between the two of them, forcing them to stand apart.

"What was that!?" Saika yelled.

"There are multiple people here," Merlot told her, his voice far calmer than hers. "I can't see them but I can sense them."

As the two of them spoke, the rest of ZRCN  stepped out to join Xanthos. Zelde and Cordovan stood either side of him and Neela stood behind the three of them close to Vernon.

"Drop it," Zelde said calmly, an instruction for both Neela and Rue to drop their semblances.

As the mist faded, Saika and Merlot looked around, blinking in confusion before finally settling on the new arrivals.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Saika asked, narrowing her eyes at them.

"We're Team ZRCN," Xanthos said smugly. "Only the best second year team in Atlas Academy."

Saika pulled a face and Merlot merely blinked, his expression unbothered.

"They were in the year below us in the academy," Merlot explained to his companion.

"I thought they were called Team ZNON," She muttered.

Neela sighed. "We get that a lot."

"Saika. Merlot. It's time to end this," Vernon said calmly. His voice had a much softer, much kinder edge to it and Xanthos could tell his earlier persona had been dropped. "Stand down quietly, this doesn't have to end in a fight."

Merlot raised a brow curiously but his teammate looked positively livid.

"Did you rat us out to the military, Verde?" She asked, staring at Vernon with a glare.

Vernon shook his head. "It's Vernon," He corrected. "And I didn't rat anyone out, you brought the attention upon yourself…mostly."

"Mostly?" Saika echoed.

"I was keeping tabs," Vernon confessed. "You see, I don't work for Farron."

"We know that," Merlot said quietly. "You worked with Teak."

"I never worked with Teak," Vernon responded. "I work for the Mistrali police."

The news seemed to hit hard for both Merlot and Saika. Merlot remained fairly composed despite his evident shock, but Saika looked ready to blow up.

"Traitor!" Saika screeched before launching forward.

Xanthos and his teammates braced themselves to attack but Saika swerved around them and went for Vernon instead. When she had almost closed the gap, she pulled out a snub-nosed revolver from a holster and went to strike him with the butt of the weapon. When she was mere inches away, Vernon simply poofed out of existence, reappearing to the left of her and kicking her with his foot.

With Saika and Vernon otherwise engaged, Merlot stepped forward and decided to try his luck with Zelde, Cordovan, and Xanthos. He seemed to bounce between the three of them, almost as though trying to test his luck against all of them one by one. Xanthos was able to dodge around him fairly easily. Although Merlot was tall like him, he didn't really pose much of a threat with the battered baseball bat he carried, and even when he did try to swing at him, it was easy enough to bend back and avoid it.

Merlot only seemed to become more of a threat when he elected to forego his bat in favour of pure hand-to-hand combat. Cordovan started to struggle now, no longer able to parry as easily with his sword and having to rely on simply moving out of the way to avoid him. Zelde fared slightly better, but couldn't quite manage to fend off his quick flurry of jabs. 

Xanthos stepped in to assist his teammate, carefully manoeuvring himself and Zelde so they swapped places and he ended up facing Merlot. Although Xanthos was not as fast as Merlot, he had better luck responding to his punches and even managed to land a few punches of his own on the other man himself. He might have been able to take out Merlot had it not been for Saika striding over and trying to intervene. Luckily, Vernon used his semblance to ‘blink’ into existence next to the three of them, and twisted Saika around so she wound up bumping into Merlot thanks to her momentum. 

Merlot stumbled away for a moment, leaving Saika to continue to be dealt with by Vernon, Zelde, and Cordovan. When Merlot did rise back to his feet, he attempted to make a swing at Xanthos again with his bat, only to be parried by Neela’s trident.

Neela shifted her trident slightly and put both hands on it before using it to shove Merlot backwards. He studied the two of them for a moment, taking a moment to gather himself and decide what to do next. Merlot was about to move forward again but stopped when he heard Saika yelling.

“Give it back!”

As Merlot turned around, Xanthos could see the woman kneeling on the floor, looking up pitifully at Cordovan and Zelde. Cordovan was holding Saika’s revolver from earlier.

“It’s over, Saika, stand down,” Vernon advised as he materialised beside Zelde. Whilst Saika grumbled to herself, Vernon looked in the direction of Merlot, who calmly set his own weapon on the floor and held his palms out indicating his surrender.

“Merlot!” Saika called out.

“Saika,” Merlot responded, speaking her name in a much more normal tone. “I see no point in fighting further. We’re outnumbered and we’ve clearly lost.”

Saika only made another grumbling noise in response. Vernon took a step towards her, pulling out some cuffs from his belt and attempting to put them on Saika. Whilst he did get them on, her constant thrashing about made it a far more difficult task than it needed to be.

“Stop it!” Vernon warned, pulling her to her feet. “You’re acting like a child.”

“You won’t get away with this, Verde!” Saika sneered. “Farron will get us out.”

“No he won’t,” Vernon told her. “What, do you think just because you and Merlot did some jobs for him he’s going to get you out of prison? He won’t. He does not care about you. Teak never cared about you. You were just scapegoats to them, a means to an end.” As he was speaking, he moved over to Merlot and began putting another pair of cuffs on him. “Oh, I won’t deny the two of you probably had some uses to them but ultimately you meant nothing to them. Farron will leave you to take the fall and you will get left with the sole responsibility of all your crimes and potentially more.”

“This is all lies!” Saika protested.

“It’s not lies because it’s happened before. With Ringo? Do you remember?” Vernon said, with a glare. Whoever this Ringo was, it did appear to finally affect Saika, as she finally shut up and she notably seemed to deflate as if all her bravado had been suddenly sucked out of her. Vernon’s expression softened slightly when he saw hers. “I saw the files,” Vernon explained. “The pair of you, Ringo…you weren’t the only ones Teak manipulated for his own gain. All things considered, the three of you got off lucky. There were others who met worse fates than yours.”

Leaving Saika and Merlot with those words, Vernon approached ZRCN and gave them an appreciative smile. “Thank you for all of your help tonight,” He said. His eyes shifted to the alleyway where Rue had now emerged from. “You and your team were a great help too,” He told her.

Rue smiled warmly and Vernon nodded before looking back at ZRCN. “I know this has been a long night already but are you okay to stick around for a little longer?” Vernon asked.

If he was being honest, Xanthos was ready to head to bed by that point, but he had an idea where this was going. Zelde looked between her teammates one by one, getting a quick nod from each of them before giving confirmation to Vernon.

“Good,” He nodded in approval. “I need to call this in at the academy so they can send someone to pick these two up. It’ll be best if we all head back together and then clear up some last details. I know you still have supplies to find for the Princeton’s but hopefully if the general signs off, we can properly investigate Verdant Storage either tomorrow or in the coming days.”

Once again Zelde responded that they were fine with that after a shared consensus from her teammates. Not wanting to wait outside the four of them followed Rue back inside the Porphyry’s building and rejoined Team PCAN, deciding they’d rather do their waiting inside rather than outside in the cooler Atlas air. At least with both teams together again for the moment, they were able to share some light banter with each other.  Xanthos found that the time seemed to fly by this time, as opposed to their earlier waiting around. A transport ship soon arrived, some formalities were discussed between Vernon and one of the soldiers, and then everyone was told to get onto the ship and they were well on their way back to the academy.

As Vernon said, they would return in the coming days, and ensure that their mission was properly completed. But for now, Xanthos was looking forward to some much earned rest.

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 1 REWRITE - CHAPTER 5

Team ZRCN meets with Chester and learns just why he was so interested in their mission.

Neela

After the sudden interruption of Chester some hours ago, Team ZRCN found themselves in an elevator, heading up to meet him in one of many residences owned by his family.

He had been rather cryptic about his interest in their case, stating that he could not say much at the time but implored them to meet with him and a friend later. After a light dinner at the academy, ZRCN took a small tram from the academy into the central part of the city, after which it was only a short trip to the towering, twelve-floor apartment building where Chester was waiting for them.

A doorman let them inside and the four of them headed towards an elevator. Cordovan rang for the elevator and a moment later the doors opened up into a spacious elevator, which could have comfortably carried twelve people with space for more. 

"Which floor are we heading to?" Xanthos asked, finger hovering over the buttons corresponding to the twelve floors in the building.

"Eleventh," Neela answered, gesturing to a button near the top.

Xanthos gave the button a press. "Shame, I was hoping for the penthouse."

Pleasant orchestral music played as the elevator ascended and it took less than a minute before they reached their destination and a loud bing preceded the doors opening. They stepped out into a long corridor with the floor lined with sparkling tiling, black and dark blue wallpaper, and a few pieces of artwork scattered on the wall. They didn't look like any commissioned pieces, rather something that was bought in bulk, but designed in such a way that it appeared to have more value than it actually did.

Chester awaited them in apartment '106'. Like all the apartments, the front door was made from dark wood, with the numbers crafted from silvery metal. Neela rang the doorbell and it was promptly opened by Chester.

"Oh, good you made it!" He greeted enthusiastically. Chester smiled brightly but it seemed rather forced, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. Chester held the door ajar and allowed the four of them to step inside. He had only just shut the door behind them when another cheery voice called out to them from the living room.

"Team ZRCN! Hi!"

A moment later, Akari Himura, one of Chester's teammates rounded the corner. Neela noted she was wearing her combat outfit as opposed to something more casual like Chester was. 

"Don't worry I've already told Chessie he has to be on his best behaviour tonight," She said, giving them a wink. Neela spotted Chester roll his eyes at the playful nickname.

"Akari." A stern voice came from behind her. Neela peered down the hallway to see their other teammates Niall Ruskin and Rue Corcoran waiting there. Rue gave them a shy smile but Niall did not even acknowledge them, instead glaring at Akari with his arms crossed.

"We haven't got time for idle chatter," Niall said, walking to stand by her side. "The walls of Mantle cannot be left defenceless."

Akari rolled her eyes. "I hear you, Niall. I'm just saying hello," She informed him. "Yeesh, you act like the wall is going to collapse just because we're five minutes late."

"Well, considering our appointment to protect the walls was arranged mere hours ago, I believe we should prepare for any eventuality," Niall responded impassively. “Including total structural collapse.”

"He's worse than Zelde and Cordo," Xanthos whispered into Neela's ear.

"Don't let us keep you waiting," Chester said, glancing at his teammates, a weary glance directed towards Niall in particular.

Niall nodded. "Shall we?" He said, looking between Rue and Akari. The two girls made a final goodbye to the group and were followed silently by Niall, who only gave a brief incline of the head as he stepped around the five of them. Once his teammates were gone, Chester seemed to perk up slightly.

“Would anybody like any refreshments?” He asked, looking between the four members of ZRCN. “There isn’t much here but I’m sure I could find something if you were hungry.”

“I’ll pass, but thank you,” Zelde said.

“A glass of water will be enough for me,” Cordovan responded.

“Some coke or lemonade would be great if you have any!” Xanthos responded in a more cheerful tone. “Oh, and some cookies too?”

Chester chuckled slightly. “I’ll see what I can do,” He answered. Chester then urged ZRCN forward into the living room, encouraging them to make themselves comfortable before moving to the kitchen. Neela split up from her team to help him, deftly jumping slightly so she could sit on a cupboard, watching as Chester looked in a cupboard for something.

“Say, do you think Ravi would eat stale cookies?” Chester asked, briefly poking his head out from around the cupboard, an already opened bag of cookies dangling in one hand.

“Yes, he would,” Neela responded with a laugh, which in turn earned another chuckle from Chester. He left the bag of cookies on one of the countertops before moving around and preparing the drinks for everyone. “I thought your family owned an apartment on the other side of Atlas.”

“We do,” Chester said without turning around. “This was my sister Lana’s place when she was studying in the city. However, she's moved back to Highpoint to study at Astrolabe, so she's moved back in with our parents. We were planning on selling this place though, no need to have two apartments here after all."

"I see, I see," Neela muttered. Chester had nearly finished gathering the drinks and cookies together and seemed ready to leave to rejoin the rest of the group when Neela hopped off the counter to intercept him. "Can I ask you a question? Two actually."

Chester looked wary for a moment before nodding. "Sure, go ahead."

"What was all that about with your team?" Neela asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Ches…I know Niall is not the most bubbly of guys but that seemed especially cold before," Neela said. "Has something happened?"

"Oh, that," Chester said with an awkward laugh. "Yeah, Niall wasn't happy about losing our mission to your team. Pretty much chewed my ear off about how I had wanted us to take on a mission and then passed it on as soon as we had one."

Neela considered what he said for a moment. "Did we steal your mission?"

"It wasn't really a mission," Chester explained. "It wasn't even academy sanctioned, it was just an odd job my father asked us to look into. The company my mother works for was robbed recently and my father wanted us to look into it. Maybe do some temporary security or something. We hadn't even properly started when a man contacted my father and asked if he could use one of his warehouses to do some investigating. Apparently it had something to do with a spate of thefts and other criminal activities and he suspected that one of the-" Suddenly Chester paused and pulled a face. "Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. No doubt Vernon will tell you himself when he gets here."

Neela shrugged at his words. She didn't think he was getting ahead of himself but she appreciated his conscious effort not to repeat the information they'd be receiving later.

"You said there were two questions?" Chester prompted, looking expectantly at her. He had gathered the drinks and cookies now, somehow managing to hold three glasses and a bag of cookies in his arms.

"I did," Neela smiled. "It's more of a personal question though."

"Alright…"

"I wanted to ask about Tilia," Neela explained, to which Chester nodded in understanding. At the very least Neela knew her girlfriend was alive, but with the CCT down it was hard for her to know the full extent of how Tilia was. A part of her knew she was likely fine and probably running around the city doing what she could to help with her own team, but when they had called or messaged nearly every day, it felt strange not to have that luxury anymore.

“Tilia was fine the last time I saw her,” Chester responded, kindly. “She seemed a bit exhausted after everything that happened and had followed, but so were we all I suppose.” A dark shadow passed over his expression momentarily, and though he did not say anything, Neela knew his mind was back there. Chester was evidently still haunted by what he had seen there. Neela would have tried asking him more about his feelings on the matter, but she knew her friend to be a private sort of man, even more so when it came to feelings of grief and anger. She knew in time he would tell her, but she would not pry until he was ready.

“I believe I heard talk that her team were thinking of heading to Silbern,” Chester explained.

“Silbern?” Neela said, trying to rack her brain for information on the location. “I think Kieran is from there.”

“Mhm, that would line up with what I had heard. I believe they were going to check in on one of her teammates' family,” Chester nodded in agreement.

“Thanks for answering that for me,” Neela said, giving him a genuine smile. “It’s been hard not knowing what’s going on with her.”

“No need to apologise,” Chester assured her. “I am well aware of how close you and Tilly were, even before you became girlfriends.” And truly, of all the people in the room, Chester really would. He, Neela, and Tilia had all grown up together in Highpoint after all. 

Satisfied that her curiosity had been met, Neela ceased talking for the moment, and followed Chester into the living room. Chester set the drinks on the coffee table and handed Xanthos his bag of stale cookies. If Xanthos noticed he didn’t speak up about, quickly diving in and devouring at least six of them.

The small group engaged in small talk for roughly ten minutes before another knock at the door interrupted, after which Chester promptly jumped to his feet. He announced that it was his friend before quickly hurrying away to answer the door. He returned moments later with a young man following behind him. 

“This is the team?” The man asked, looking to Chester for confirmation. Chester nodded quickly and the young man looked back at ZRCN.

“Pleasure to meet you,” He smiled, offering a hand in greeting to all of them. Once all of them had shook his hand, he took a seat on the sofa opposite them. “I’m Vernon Greenwood.”

He was an average sized man in regard to height and weight. Vernon appeared in his twenties, his hair was dark brown, almost black, wavy in texture and fell to just above his shoulders. His eyes were emerald green in colour and Neela couldn’t help but notice that when he smiled his eyes seemed to twinkle with warmth, giving him an overall kind countenance. He was lightly tanned and possessed a neatly trimmed beard. He wore dark trousers, held up by a darker belt with an elaborate buckle. He was wearing a dark green turtleneck and appeared to have a lighter t-shirt underneath. Vernon also wore a light brown coat on top of this and judging by the wear on the sleeves and collar, it was clearly a much loved item of clothing.

“Did you need a drink?” Chester asked.

“No, no, I’m fine thank you,” Vernon smiled, before gesturing for Chester to retake his own position on the sofa next to him. Once again, Vernon’s attention shifted to ZRCN. “So, you’re handling the Princeton case?”

“We are, yes,” Zelde confirmed. “Chester mentioned it had something to do with his own job he was investigating. And I presume that by his insistence that we meet, you must have some involvement too?”

“Very astute of you,” Vernon complimented. “I suppose it is only fair I explain the situation to you in full. Do you mind if I start from the beginning - or at least as best I can with certain restrictions in mind.”

“Restrictions?”

“Oh, right you wouldn’t know,” Vernon said. He quickly fished around for something in a pocket inside the coat, before placing what Neela initially mistook for a wallet on the table, quickly revealing it to be a police badge and a little ID card. “I’m a member of the Mistrali Police.”

All four members of ZRCN looked down to inspect and admire the badge left on the table. When Vernon was satisfied they had seen enough of it, he placed it back in his pocket. “From the beginning then?” He prompted.

Zelde nodded to show her consent. “From the beginning.”

Vernon settled back on the sofa a little before beginning. “Around two years ago, my superiors became aware of a highly sophisticated black market network operating within Mistal. Regrettably, such networks are not uncommon within Mistral so it could have been operating for far longer than we know of.” Vernon gave a bitter smile. “What was unusual with this network was a very clear connection between a sudden spike of new, unregulated Atlesian tech making its way onto the market. My superiors were quick to begin a proper investigation, trying to establish how the network operated, where it operated from, who worked within it, and what exactly was being distributed. Whilst they were able to gather a substantial amount of leads it proved hard to connect them. What we did discover however was that one name continued to pop up over and over again - Teak. We were able to successfully arrest him in Mistral after a small sting operation. He didn’t seem to talk much at first, but he seemed quite talkative as soon as the promise of a reduced sentence was dangled in front of him,” Vernon smirked a little at that, shaking his head in amusement.

“Teak revealed he had been working as ‘middle man’ for a few criminals in Atlas, helping to distribute their products to buyers in Mistral. He gave us a few names at the time but there wasn’t much evidence beyond that - which is where I came in,” Vernon said, placing a hand on his chest briefly. “My superiors wanted to organise an undercover operation to try and gather information on these individuals Teak worked for. Atlas was informed of our intentions to begin an operation in the hope of organising a sort of joint operation. They didn't particularly want to get their hands involved too much, but were willing to provide us with a few resources if we needed them, so long as we kept them in the loop."

"So you must have been put in as the undercover officer, then?" Xanthos asked.

"Yes," Vernon nodded. "Though I was not the first choice."

"How come?" Xanthos asked.

"I was young and quite inexperienced. I had recently turned twenty-four, and recently joined the force…there was a lot going against me. In fact, I think the only thing I really had in my favour was my semblance," Vernon confessed. "Even then there was still some wariness from my superiors."

"So what changed?" Cordovan asked, leaning forward to grab his water and take a sip.

"Teak apparently worked with a lot of younger and up and coming criminals. Mostly to use them to do the dirty work for him we believed," Vernon explained. "My superiors created a cover story for me that Teak would have taken in a young apprentice of sorts, someone he had worked with and was training behind the scenes should anything happen to him. It was the hope this would have been believable to his associates due to his noted paranoia and eccentricity. I was implanted in Mistral and took up shop in one of his bases, where I was swiftly contacted by one of his associates in Atlas and was swiftly invited here."

"Have you been here since then?" Zelde asked.

"More or less," Vernon answered. "I've only left to conduct 'business' in Mistral. Which mostly involved speaking with my superiors and genuinely seeing my father. Nobody seemed to mind when I left, as much like Teak, I leaned on his subordinates to do my dirty work."

"Merlot and Saika?"

Vernon nodded to Zelde's question. "The very same. They had been recently expelled from the academy so were extra keen for more jobs to do. Saika was initially distrustful of me at the start, not believing I had been working with Teak. She only became convinced when I shared with her information that only he or someone he worked with would know. But I had to be careful with what I said too, after all I couldn’t make it look as though I knew more than I should.”

“Makes sense,” Cordovan mused. “I suppose it would have been easier for them to continue to be suspicious if you had information that hinted at your involvement with the authorities.”

“Eventually, I met a man known as Farron Hargrave here in Atlas,” Vernon continued. “We had spoken via messages but I was keen to meet him in person as we had reason to believe he was one of Teak’s primary suppliers. So, I met him in person and although initially suspicious he accepted my story eventually. I worked closely with him from there on out, taking jobs from him and either doing them myself or sending Merlot and Saika to do them.”

“Wait - you actually stole stuff?” Xanthos said, gawking in surprise.

“I did yes. It’s not something I was particularly pleased about doing but it was necessary to maintain my cover,” Verde explained. “Things were going well until a few weeks ago just before the Vytal tournament started. I was bringing Merlot and Saika to meet Farron and he brought a friend with him. Truthfully, it seemed he hadn’t been expecting him to come either. We discussed some jobs and Farron’s associate mentioned a project that was almost complete and implied that once it was Farron could retrieve it. I was hopeful for more information on said project but Saika pushed to raid the Princeton’s place and they allowed her and Merlot to do so.”

“I recall Miss Princeton mentioning there was another woman involved,” Zelde pointed out. Neela also recalled this, noting that Jasmine had not known her third assailant.

“Candy Cornell,” Vernon revealed. “Not one of Teak’s people but someone who worked under Farron himself. I was not permitted to join Merlot and Saika as the raid was supposed to be a test of their loyalty and worth to Farron. I did unfortunately suspect Saika had her own motives for pointing out the place but they were largely ignored. Farron sent Candy with them to placate my nerves but I fear with her proclivity for violence she only made matters worse. I haven’t seen Merlot and Saika since then though I have managed to send a few messages when I can.”

“You really haven’t seen them since then?” Zelde asked, evidently surprised.

“I have my reasons,” Vernon explained. “The first being Merlot and Saika have never actually told me where they live, or rather hide. Getting them to meet up with me in person was always a little tricky, but in fearing Farron’s ire they’ve been even harder to get in contact with.” Vernon paused after this and Neela noticed his posture seemed to change. Whatever he was about to say next clearly irked him. “My second reason is that I have reasons to suspect my cover has or will be blown. Atlas has suddenly been rather uncooperative as of late, even downright positive about Mr Hargrave despite mounting evidence that points at his criminal activities. My superiors believe they are close to pulling support for this operation.”

“Who would have told them?” Zelde asked. “Farron?”

“No, I think if anyone did it would be his friend - Crocus Navarro. When we met, he mentioned having connections in the military despite being discharged and the entire time we spoke I got the impression he was trying to get a read on me,” Vernon told her. “He was probably suspicious of me and brought it up with his own connections leaning on them to get me to back off. I don’t even know if Farron does know, but my superiors fear it is too risky. We cannot continue to pursue this case on Atlesian soil safely and thus must build our case against him in Mistral alone. We’ve already got Teak and have enough to take down some of his underlings - including Merlot and Saika.”

“If you’re having trouble getting them to come out of hiding, how will you arrest them?” Xanthos asked. 

Vernon smirked slightly. “Oh, I’m sure I can convince them to come out of hiding if I use the right words,” He assured them. “It was my hope that we might work together to take them down. Our goals align perfectly, no?”

Neela looked around at her teammates to see how they were reacting to it. It was hard to get a read on Cordovan and Zelde, but both seemed deep in thought. “If Merlot and Saika were caught by us would they not be tried by Atlesian authorities?” Zelde asked.

“Usually yes, but I have already put in requests that when it does happen they are transferred to Mistrali custody and tried in our kingdom,” Vernon answered concisely. It seemed regardless of what ZRCN chose to do, he had this all planned out quite thoroughly. “Admittedly, I would be content to have them await trial here in normal circumstances. However, after meeting Crocus and seeing how quickly Atlas has changed its tone since our meeting, I have concerns that something could potentially happen to them if left in Atlesian hands.”

The implication of his words left Neela feeling a little uneasy. There had always been tales of corruption within the military but hearing a firsthand account of it from Vernon was quite sobering.

“So how shall we deal with them?”

“Ah, this is where our mutual friend comes in,” Vernon said, glancing towards Chester. Chester had been sitting quietly this entire time, just listening to the tale, but seemed to perk up once he was drawn into the conversation again. “A few days ago, I got in contact with Chester’s father, asking if he knew anything about a Verdant Storage. It was a warehouse located close to one of his own facilities owned by Teak in name and I know Farron had used it in the past. He didn’t know much but did confirm it was still heavily being used. I then requested if he would mind if I used his own facility to help orchestrate an attempted apprehension of Merlot and Saika. The intention was Chester and his own team would help me out if needed, but then we received word that the Princeton’s had put in a mission request some weeks ago and it had finally been picked up.”

“And that’s where we come in!” Xanthos smirked.

Zelde gave him a glance before looking back at Vernon, gesturing for him to continue as he had not yet answered her question fully. 

“My plan was to lure Merlot and Saika to Verdant Storage and reveal the truth about myself to them,” Vernon revealed. “No doubt Saika would then proceed to try and attack me and Merlot would rush to aid her. In the ensuing fight, PCAN - or I guess you four now - would come in and intercept them and engage them in combat. Once defeated, they would be apprehended, and you would be able to close your mission and I can return to Mistral.”

“That seems reasonable,” Zelde said, after considering things for a moment. “It resolves all our missions well enough. I am just sorry you had to lose out on this Chester.”

“It’s fine!” Chester said, waving her off. “As I told Neela, the mission wasn’t even official anyway.”

“Well, if you want, you and the rest of PCAN are welcome to help if you wish,” Vernon offered. “I’d be glad for the extra bodies to secure the area should Merlot or Saika try and slip away.”

Chester smiled appreciatively. “You really don’t have to do that but thank you. I’ll run it by them later.”

Vernon returned his smile and then looked back at ZRCN. “I believe that concludes everything I have to say for now. If you have any more questions feel free to ask, I’m happy to answer what I can.”

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 1 REWRITE - CHAPTER 3

A game night with friends - what could possibly go wrong?

Zelde

Zelde slowly turned the page of her book, doing her best to ignore the voices in the room, and instead focus on the words written on the pages in front of her. She needed to get further into the book than she already was. It was a recommended book for her Remnant History class and she was already further behind than she would have liked due to a few missions that had gone on longer than she had anticipated.

Unfortunately for Zelde, her desire for a quiet night catching up with coursework had been ruined by the arrival of Xanthos and his friends.

She had been reading quietly on her bunk when Xanthos barged in, dragging a foldable table in with him. Behind him came Kinu Matsumoto, Hamnet Kerbel, and Zinnia Winfield, of whom only Zinnia waved hello. Slightly irritated about being interrupted, Zelde had peered over her bunk and demanded to know what was going on. Xanthos cheerfully reminded her that it was his bi-monthly game night, during which he and his friends played lengthy games of Remnant: The Game. Zelde asked if they could play elsewhere, but Xanthos insisted they stay where they were, citing that it was his turn to host and would be bad form if he avoided his turn. Zelde relented after a moment, holding them all to a promise that they would be quiet so she could read in peace.

Unfortunately, that promise was swiftly broken.

Swept up in the excitement of the game, the four of them began loudly cheering and yelling, and Zelde's quiet evening was ruined.

For a while she was able to power through, focusing on the content of her book rather than the voices of Xanthos and his friends. Things took another turn when events in the game got a little heated. Zelde didn't really know what had triggered it, but Hamnet quickly went from mere yelling to jumping to his feet and pointing at his fellow players, accusing them of all manner of things, and complaining about a move Kinu had played. When his blustering was largely ignored, Hamnet waved a hand and promptly left the room declaring he was done for the night.

Zelde watched him go with a raised brow, surprised at how such a game could elicit a response like that. Though she supposed Hamnet had always been hot-headed and prone to bursts of anger such as that. When she had first joined the academy she had found Hamnet quite attractive with his golden curls, dazzling blue eyes, and easy smile. His attitude had quickly shown itself however and her infatuation had quickly faded.

"Yeesh, Kinu, what kind of play was that?" Zinnia asked, turning back in her seat to face the remaining players after watching Hamnet leave. "I've never seen him get that mad before. I think I saw actual smoke coming out of his ears."

"It was called the Sandstorm Gambit," Zelde explained, answering for Kinu. "It is a sequence of moves favoured by fools and gamblers." Her response earned her a curious look from the two girls in the room, and she closed her book, sensing an impending flurry of questions.

"I didn't realise you played," Zinnia noted.

"She doesn't," Xanthos answered with a chuckle. "At least not with me anyway but Zelde knows all the moves and gambits."

"My father used to play semi-professionally," Zelde explained. He had made a decent chunk of money at it before his own father - Zelde's grandfather - had pushed him to settle and start a real career. "When I was a young child, my father taught my brother and I how to play. I have little interest in the game but I recall the moves and gambits quite well."

“You should join us!” Zinnia said, clapping her hands enthusiastically together.

“Yes, please join us,” Kinu said in agreement, her green eyes appraisingly looking Zelde up and down. “It would be interesting to play at least one match against an opponent with a modicum of skill.” She blinked and then looked at Xanthos and Zinnia, before adding in her familiar monotonous tone, “No offence.”

Zelde hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to decline and continue reading her book. However, after deciding she had lost her place in the book, she shrugged. “Just one game.”

“One game,” Kinu echoed, nodding her head in confirmation. She extended a hand and gestured to the now vacant seat that had briefly been occupied by Hamnet. Zelde placed the book on her bed and hopped off the bunk. She calmly slid into Hamnet’s former seat and waited whilst Zinnia rounded up the action cards and began to reshuffle them, careful to split the kingdom-specific cards into four neat piles. Once the cards were reshuffled, the four players were randomly assigned one of the four kingdoms in the game. Zelde got Vale, Kinu got Atlas, Xanthos got Mistral, and Zinnia got Vacuo.

As was usually the case, the game began slow, with most of the players making small moves to progress their armies and build up their supplies. By ten rounds in, however, things had taken a dramatic turn. Zinnia’s Vacuan army had been halved when Kinu played a Giant Nevermore card and she was further struggling after Xanthos took two cards from her hand on his turn, both of which would have allowed her to repair and replenish her army. Everyone else’s armies seemed to be faring well, though Zelde’s Valean army was beginning to flag. It took another five rounds for Zinnia’s army to be wiped out completely. By that point, Kinu’s Atlesian army was also starting to struggle, having failed to attack the wall of Zelde’s kingdom and then losing a portion of her army to a tornado trap card.

Amazingly, as they hit the twentieth round, Kinu somehow managed to continue to survive. Zelde thought she either was an incredibly talented player or imbued with incredible luck.

Kinu finished her turn by collecting some supplies, before turning to Xanthos so he could begin his turn. Zelde peered over her hand, watching as Xanthos seemed to mull over his cards, going back and forth between which cards he would play.

“First of all, I’m going to play a Resourceful Raider,” Xanthos announced, setting the card atop the play pile. The card allowed him to take a card from one of his opponents' discard piles, and he chose to raid Kinu’s pile, plucking a repair card from the top. Shuffling that into his hand, Xanthos then considered his card again, debating over which card to play for his final move. When he did eventually pick a card, he gave Zelde a sheepish expression before putting it down. “Sorry, Zee.”

The card in question was an Alpha Megoliath, a card notorious for wiping out whole armies due to how hard it was to avoid them. Even Kinu winced when she saw it get played.

“Well, as you know Zelde, you need to roll a fifteen or higher in order to avoid the attack and for me to take the hit instead," Xanthos said.

It was small odds but Zelde remained cool. She grabbed the two ten-sided dice, shook them in her hand, and then dropped them on the table. The first landed on the number eight which meant she needed seven or higher to avoid the attack. Her silver eyes shifted from the first dice to the second and her shoulders sagged slightly when she saw the number. Six. Which meant she had rolled a fourteen, leaving her just one off the number needed to avoid the attack.

With a defeat, Zelde knocked the remainder of her wall down and deposited her last seven cards onto the discard pile. Now that she had been knocked out of the game, Zelde could leave, but she thought it was poor form to leave whilst Kinu and Xanthos were still playing.

Another round went by and it became increasingly likely Xanthos would storm away with the win. Kinu had managed to get a good hit on his wall with her Atlesian Air Support but at this late in the game, it didn't seem like it would help much.

"Well, I hate to say it Kinu, but unless you have some miracle card up your sleeve, I do believe you've lost," Xanthos said smugly, as he played a raider card, allowing him to pilfer the discard pile, before he slapped down a Prowler Pack card to follow.

"Oooh that's a doozy," Zinnia said.

"Hmm, I suppose it seems only fair I should counter with this," Kinu responded, placing down an Atlesian Knight card.

Xanthos groaned. "I thought you'd used those all up!" He complained.

"I have played two throughout this game and one I was forced to discard thanks to Zinnia," Kinu responded. "You should remember there are four available for me to use at my discretion."

Xanthos nodded his head in defeat and moved to grab the two dice. He needed to roll a ten or higher in order to avoid the attack. Unfortunately, it seemed his luck had run out as he proceeded to roll a two and a five. And with his army at only a quarter of its starting strength, his army was swiftly overrun by the Prowler Pack.

"Well, Xanthos, I do believe you just lost," Kinu said, using his earlier words against him. "An unfortunate move to play when your own army was so weak."

"It was my own fault believing you used all those cards up," Xanthos conceded with a laugh. He shook his head. "Damn robots…"

"Well, I will admit that was quite entertaining," Zelde said, once the immediate chatter of Xanthos's loss subsided.

"You should play with us more often," Zinnia suggested. "That's the most fun I've had in the game since Kinu and Hamnet sat one out and we had to get the twins involved."

"The twins?" Zelde asked, raising a brow. It completely slipped her mind that they were referring to Zinnia's teammates until Xanthos clarified for her.

"She means Isolde and Noah," Xanthos explained. And then his eyes moved to Zinnia and he pointed a finger at her playfully. "Don't get ideas about inviting them again, Zin. I don't think I've recovered from the thorough thrashing they gave us."

"Gave you," Zinnia countered with a smirk. "From what I remember I fared quite well."

"Teammate bias," Xanthos offered as an explanation for this thrashing.

Zinnia rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh, sure it was."

"Well, this has been delightful as always, but it is time for me to retire to my own quarters," Kinu said, slowly rising from her chair. "I do believe Hamnet is our next host?"

"Yep," Xanthos responded. "If he'll even play with us again."

As they were beginning to pack away, Zelde lifted her head at the sound of commotion outside her dorm, noting several students heading in the direction of the common room in a hurry.

“What’s that all about?” Zinnia asked.

They would soon get their answer when Kinu’s twin, Nishiki appeared. He had clearly travelled with some speed to get here, as he was panting a little when he stopped. “Oh good, you’re still here,” He said, quickly leaning on the doorframe to catch his breath.

“Nishiki, did something happen?” Kinu asked, stepping around the table to reach her twin. Zelde was certain the only time she ever saw Kinu’s expression change was around her brother.

“Yes, it looks like something happened at the Vytal Festival,” He answered quickly. “The news is still pretty hazy on what happened but it sounded bad. I think you should all come and see.”

One by one they all agreed to go and followed Nishiki back to the common room. Unsurprisingly, the majority of the Atlesian students had all gathered to see what was happening. There were a few party supplies scattered around on the chairs and tables from where students had been watching the matches earlier, and judging by the chatter of those in the room it seemed no one really knew what was happening. Whilst Kinu and Zinnia broke off to find their friends, Xanthos moved towards Neela, and Zelde found herself drifting towards Cordovan. Her red-haired teammate was standing near the back of the room, studying the currently blank screens with a serious expression.

“Any idea what’s going on?” Zelde asked, giving him a little nudge prior to speaking so as not to startle him.

“Not a clue,” Corodovan responded. “They were playing one of the matches and then suddenly they cut the feeds.”

Zelde nodded her head in understanding and before she could ask anything else, the screens flared back into life, revealing they were about to cut to an urgent news bulletin. A hush fell across the room as an elderly news presenter appeared and began to speak. He started with the usual formalities of greeting the audience watching before revealing they were about to cut to some video footage from Vale, quickly warning that some scenes they were about to show might be distressing for some viewers. A few mutters of concern could be heard from the students but everyone remained focused on the screens. What they showed next was shocking; waves of Grimm attacking Vale, interspersed with scenes of civilians fleeing in panic as the city began to burn around them.

The footage quickly got a reaction from the students gathered and Zelde heard shocked gasps and words of disbelief exchanged.

“As you can see from the last moments of footage, it appears as though the festival has been attacked,” The reporter continued once the screen cut back to him. “Whilst we are unable to get any further footage from the area at the moment, we are still receiving up-to-date reports from military officers on the ground in Vale. From what we know, waves of Grimm have been seen approaching the city, and we strongly believe that Beacon Academy has fallen.”

Yet more gasps were heard and a few students were visibly crying and shaken by this news. Zelde herself even reacted strongly to this, subconsciously making a grab for one of his hands for comfort. As she gripped his hand, she was faintly aware of him looking at her from out of the corner of his eye, before he gave her a reassuring squeeze.

Looking back to the screen, the reporter gave a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagged as he uncharacteristically broke character. “The civilian and student casualties are as of yet unknown, though reports indicate it could creep into the hundreds.”

At the mention of casualties, Neela let out an anguished cry, and Zelde turned to see her teammate struggling to keep standing, supported by Xanthos. Quite a few of the students were now yelling and in clear distress. The panic that was settling in was quickly dashed by the sudden arrival of Professor Velour, who had likely been called in to see to the students and potentially settle them down.

Upon seeing the chaos around her, Professor Velour was quick to try and field them out of the common room. “That is enough! Everyone back to their dormitories, now!” She ordered her tone firm but not unkind. When a few of the students moved, she clapped her hands together and started waving them about to get them to move. “Back to your dormitories!” She repeated, finally succeeding in getting the students to file out of the room. “Go, go!”

Moving with the rest of the students, Zelde and Cordovan made it back to their room, though along the way they had somehow lost Xanthos and Neela. In fact, Zelde wasn’t even sure if the two following them.

As they waited for their teammates to join them, Zelde sat down on the lower bunk belonging to Neela, and Cordovan stood at the foldaway table admiring one of the pieces still set up for their earlier game.

“I forgot Xanthos would be playing tonight,” Cordovan mused, turning a piece in his hand before setting it back down. “Who won?”

“Kinu. Technically they never finished the first game properly, but she was the clear victor in the second.”

“There were two games? I could have sworn I saw Hamnet glowering in the common room earlier.”

“Oh you definitely did,” Zelde confirmed. “He lost his temper in the first game and stormed out. I was convinced to join their second game.”

Cordovan smiled faintly. “I’m surprised you didn’t win in that case,” He said earnestly.

“Xanthos played an Alpha Megoliath card,” She explained.

“And that’s bad?”

“Very,” Zelde nodded. Although this line of questioning helped take her mind off of things, Zelde couldn’t help but frown as the thoughts about what was occurring in Vale crept back into her mind. “It all seems so trivial compared to what’s going on in Vale…”

Cordovan looked at her with an understanding expression. “Do you think-”

Before he had the chance to finish his question, the door opened and Xanthos stepped inside.

“Where’s Neela?” Zelde asked, immediately noting their teammate was not behind him.

“Oh, I had to take her to see the nurse,” Xanthos explained, swiftly taking a seat next to Zelde on her bunk. “Professor Velour thought she might need a sedative of sorts. No doubt you saw how she was after the news bulletin.”

“Understandable, of course,” Cordovan said. “Her girlfriend is in Vale currently, as are Team PCAN who are close friends of hers.”

Team PCAN was actually friends with all of them, but their leader and Neela had known each other from childhood.

“I hope they’re alright,” Xanthos said, letting out a soft sigh. “As I was coming back here I heard rumour the CCT is down too, so we likely won’t hear anything for a while either.”

Cordovan sighed and Zelde shook her head. What a terrible situation they found themselves in, but even worse for the people in Vale having to go through it first-hand. Although in bad taste, it made Zelde feel quietly relieved she and her team had been unsuccessful in getting the chance to go to the Vytal Festival. Zelde could only hope that whatever was happening there would be resolved soon and that normality - or as close to it following such a tragedy - would quickly be restored.

[sustraiii]

TEAM ZRCN ARC 1 REWRITE - CHAPTER 1

Guess it’s a weekend special for ZRCN chapters!

Team ZRCN enjoys a spar.

Xanthos

"Xanthos Ravindra you better hurry up," Zelde Sewick's scolding voice called out from over her shoulder. "We are already running late enough as it is because of you."

Xanthos was lagging behind the rest of his teammates a little, desperately trying to get his left shoe on properly, which did not seem to cooperate no matter how hard he tried. "I'm coming, I'm coming," Xanthos insisted, making a slight grunting noise as he attempted to get his shoe on again. "My damn shoe doesn't want to get on my foot."

"Maybe your feet grew in your sleep?" Neela suggested, giving him a wry grin.

"He needs more inventive excuses than that if he wants to get away with putting us behind," Cordovan chimed in, clearly on the side of Zelde.

"Hey! It's not an excuse!" Xanthos pouted, making a gesture to the shoe he was grappling with, which wasn't seen by any of his teammates.

As they arrived at the briefing room, Zelde paused at the door. She had a hand on the door but did not push it open, instead looking at Xanthos briefly. "You can explain to Professor Velour why we are late again," Zelde informed him.

"Okay - Hey look I got my shoe on!" Xanthos trailed off topic to point to his shoe that was now securely on his foot. Zelde rolled her eyes before opening the door and walking inside, Cordovan close at her side.

Stepping inside, they were greeted by numerous illuminated screens, each with a list of huntsmen and huntresses on them along with any missions they were undertaking. Professor Velour could be found in the centre of the room, studying a digital map of Atlas. She had her back to the group initially, but when she heard someone enter she turned to look at them. Professor Ametrine Velour was a striking woman. She was tall and slender, with light brown skin, and dark reddish-brown hair that she wore loose save for a part of it that was braided at the back. Like most Atlas professors, she wore an outfit that resembled the military uniform, but unlike most of those professors, she wore it in her own colours of purple and pink. 

"Ah, Team ZRCN. You finally made it," Professor Velour said, beginning to frown. "You are thirty-three minutes late."

"It was my fault," Xanthos admitted. He saw no point in drawing things out and having his teammates begin to spin possible excuses when he had already agreed to shoulder the blame. "Well, first of all I, uh, put our alarm on to snooze. When Zelde finally woke us all up I am afraid I took up further time by struggling to get my shoes on."

Professor Velour regarded him for a moment. "Tardiness is not a good trait for an aspiring huntsman to have, Mr Ravindra," She told him. Her expression softened when she spoke again. "Regardless, I do appreciate your candor in this situation."

Cordovan coughed. "You mentioned you would possibly have a mission for us today?" He prompted.

"I did, yes," She confirmed with a nod 

“What exactly did you want us to do?” Zelde enquired.

“Well, I did have a Perimeter Defense mission lined up for you,” Professor Velour said, gesturing to a mission at the top of the list which currently said ‘in progress’. “It was quite a time-sensitive mission. I had to pass it on to Team ZNIA in the end as they arrived before you and were in need of a mission to complete.”

Sure enough, Xanthos could see the name of the team leader, Zinnia Winfield, along with the rest of her teammates, the Azouf twins and Ajax Hodios, on one of the opposite boards. The mission name and status of the said mission were listed under all of their names.

“Do you have something alternative you would like us to do?” Zelde asked.

Professor Velour thought about this for a moment. “There aren’t any more missions available currently,” She explained, “but if you are open to it Professor Lloyd is hosting a sparring session in the training room today until dinner.”

Xanthos looked to see what Zelde would say. For the students in the second year and above, today was one of their designated extracurricular days, in which they were encouraged to do schoolwork on their own time or take on any academy approved missions. It was up to the teams themselves to decide what they wanted to do. There was no obligation to do any of the additional activities, but there was a general consensus among the students in the school that choosing not to do so was frowned upon and would potentially see you reprimanded.

“Sparring is fine,” Zelde said after taking some time.

Professor Velour nodded and promptly said her farewells before the team were sent on their way again. Mercifully, the training room was only a short walk from the briefing room, as opposed to the trek they had made across the campus to get from the dorms to the briefing rooms.

Upon arriving at the training room, they found Professor Lloyd speaking with another team already present. Xanthos almost thought it was Team ZNIA again until he realised he was looking at DMSK.

"Are you here for sparring?" Professor Lloyd asked, turning away from DMSK to address ZRCN. Professor Al Lloyd was a short and stout man. He had a bald head but possessed a thick beard. His eyes were a warm chocolate colour. Typically Professor Lloyd could be found in his workshop on most days, and wore simple yet practical clothes, with a dusty apron over that which hinted towards his work with weapons. Although he had a little bit of a belly protruding underneath his apron, he was a powerfully built man, never quite losing some aspects of his former soldier's build and had notably muscular arms due to his work.

"Yes, Professor Lloyd," Zelde confirmed with a nod. "If you'll have us."

Professor Lloyd smiled. "Of course, you can participate,” He said, inviting them forward with a wave. “You can spar with Team DMSK for a while. I have two fourth year teams who wanted to use this space in around two hours.”

Zelde nodded her head. "That will be fine."

Professor Lloyd then glanced towards Team DMSK, who had been waiting silently nearby. "Mr Dunstan," He began, addressing the team leader, who quickly snapped to attention. "Would you and your team be open to sparring with Team ZRCN?"

Emery Dunstan gave a short nod. "Sure!" He responded in a cheerful tone.

"Excellent," Professor Lloyd smiled. "You will have two rounds of doubles. Mr Dunstan, as your team arrived first you can choose first which two of your teammates you would like in the first round."

Emery was quick to put himself forward as one half of the first pairing, quickly removing his jacket in his eagerness to fight. He took a moment to decide on a partner before finally calling out Kinu Matsumoto. Compared to her more jovial leader, Kinu strode forward with a serious expression, not giving any sort of emotion away. The only crack in her mask came when her identical twin brother wished her luck before he called her ‘Kinoko’ in a playful tone and she rolled her eyes.

“Miss Sewick, who will be the first pairing from your team?” Professor Lloyd asked, once he seemed satisfied with Emery’s decision.

“Myself and Xanthos will be the first pairing,” Zelde responded.

Xanthos had a feeling Zelde was going to put at least his name forward, but he was surprised that Zelde had put herself forward with him. Usually, she partnered up with Cordovan.

"Fine choices all around," Professor Lloyd smiled. "The four of you may prepare yourself appropriately whilst I prepare the hard light projections. Everyone else please head upstairs to the viewing room."

The professor extended one arm, gesturing for Cordovan, Neela, and Emery's remaining teammates Angora Sindon and Nishiki Matsumoto to leave the room.

"Good luck guys!" Neela encouraged giving her teammates an enthusiastic thumbs up. 

"Good luck," Cordovan echoed, though he did not include an enthusiastic thumbs up as Neela had.

As Nishiki had already wished good luck to his sister, the remaining Team DMSK members did not offer similar words of luck. Angora, however, had her own words of encouragement.

"Kick their asses, Em!" She encouraged her leader and teammate, flashing them a beaming smile. It wasn't an unusual statement to hear from a competitive rival, but Xanthos found her words had a slightly unnerving edge to them thanks to her formal tone and slightly forced looking smile. Angora was slightly shorter than Neela, but he had seen her training enough times to know she was not one to be underestimated despite her small stature and formal airs and graces.

As the remaining members of their teams and Professor Lloyd departed, the four combatants readied themselves for their spar. Emery and Zelde both used pistols, Kinu used a sword-fan hybrid, and Xanthos had his whip. 

The two pairs divided amongst themselves and watched as the hard light effects in the room sprung to life, forming towers, bridges, and other shapes to use as cover in their battle. Xanthos gave them a cursory glance, making note of any blocks he could stand on to get a higher vantage point.

A crackle of static could be heard momentarily before Professor Lloyd’s voice echoed around the room. “You may begin when you are ready.”

The professor had barely finished speaking before Emery started shooting and Xanthos and Zelde were forced into cover quickly. They were granted a small moment in which Zelde was able to get off a return shot before Kinu was able to close the gap between the four of them, swinging at Xanthos and Zelde with her fan to send them scurrying out of cover.

In order to give Zelde a chance to get further away, Xanthos lashed out with his whip, hoping to drive Kinu back. A strike to the left, a strike to the right, and then another strike to the right. Each one Kinu neatly deflected, dodging side to side with ease.

"Impressive!" Xanthos commended, looking the young woman up and down. "You're faster than you look." A fairly impressive feat given that Kinu and her identical twin brother were both taller than him. When Kinu did not verbally respond - in fact, the only thing she did was sneer at him - Xanthos shrugged. "Not one for talking, eh? I can respect that."

Kinu moved her weapon around her head, smoothly shifting it from its fan form to its sword form and swinging it at him. Xanthos backed up with a quick jump, finding himself bumping up against one of the hard light blocks. He made a light grunting sound, quickly looking for somewhere to get away, before Kinu kicked him in the gut, sending him and the blocks behind him toppling backwards. Xanthos landed roughly, legs splayed over one of the fallen blocks. He barely had any time to react to this incident as Kinu was rapidly approaching. Knowing he had an opportunity to sneak in an attack, Xanthos feigned that he was more winded than he actually was. He waited until she had climbed over the remnants of the fallen tower, before gripping his whip and swinging it upwards. Kinu pulled back in surprise as it caught her on the upper arm. Briefly staggered by his attack, Kinu took a step backwards, during which Xanthos sprang up and punched Kinu. He made sure to alter his weight via his semblance as he threw the punch, ensuring that his punch hit harder than normal and sent Kinu back over the fallen tower she had just climbed over.

"Right back at you," He said with a smug grin before darting away. As he ran, Xanthos realised he didn't have a specific plan in mind for what to do next, his only plan being to get away as fast as he could. Something which became even more imperative as he could hear the sound of Kinu's boots pounding against the floor as she chased after him. Kinu had almost closed the gap between them, when stacks of hardlight collapsed into her path following the sound of gunfire. Xanthos turned his head to the left to see Zelde with her gun up, evidently responsible for the collapse.

"Thanks, Zee," He said, giving a thumbs up.

"Do you ever shut up, Ravindra?" A teasing voice called from somewhere above them. Turning in the opposite direction, Xanthos could see Emery perched high on a mound of hard light blocks, one hand on his hip and the other holding his gun. Although his words were said in a teasing tone there was a genuine question behind his words. Xanthos had been called out for his random quips and outbursts in battle before. They were mostly harmless, but he had been warned for speaking during inopportune moments.

"Sorry!" Xanthos said with an amused shrug. 

"Xanthos, duck," Zelde suddenly urged in a quiet voice behind him. "I believe I can knock him down."

Xanthos gave a subtle nod, hoping that neither Emery nor Kinu would notice the gesture. "Hey Emery, how's your balance?"

Emery inclined his head to one side and then Xanthos quickly ducked down allowing Zelde to get off a spray of bullets against Emery's makeshift ledge. Some of the cubes came loose before eventually giving way and falling to the floor where they broke apart. Emery's ledge was also beginning to crumble, and as predicted he was now struggling to retain his balance. As the ledge finally gave way, Emery leapt upwards and did a roll in the air before landing on the floor below. The landing was a bit messy but it was neater than it would have been had he allowed himself to fall with his ledge.

Emery stood up gingerly, glancing between the members of ZRCN for a moment. He held their gaze for a while before his attention was suddenly drawn to the right of him. Just when Xanthos turned to look at what had caught his attention, he heard a sudden whoosh before a blast of air sent the fallen hard light cubes directly at them. Xanthos and Zelde ducked to avoid them before looking back and seeing Kinu standing there having used her weapon - now in its fan form - to direct the blast at them.

Kinu promptly did not hesitate before racing towards Xanthos. Zelde gripped his arm and sharply tugged him out of the way, aiming a quick shot at Kinu. The blast hit her shoulder and flared up her aura briefly and stopped her in her tracks momentarily. She exhaled sharply before quickly raising her fan and blasting Zelde backwards with a small and powerful blast of air and promptly putting her in the path of Emery.

"Zelde-" Xanthos moved to alert her of Emery but was unable to do so before their opponent headbutted her and punched her along the jawline which knocked her to the floor temporarily.

Xanthos wasn't going to let that stand. He gripped his whip tighter and lashed out towards Emery. The whip caught him on the wrist and Xanthos was quick to activate the dust in his weapon, hoping to give Emery a bit of an electrical shock. What Xanthos didn't realise until it was too late was that Emery had quickly activated his semblance to counter it, the telltale stone-like formations creeping down his elbow and covering his hand and wrist meaning the electricity harmlessly danced around his arm.

Sensing further trouble was coming, Xanthos tried to pull away but Emery was quicker. He grabbed hold of the whip in his fist and pulled Xanthos towards him, reeling him as though he were a fish. Xanthos attempted to resist, even altering his weight to try and prevent Emery from pulling him forward, but it was to no avail. With one final sharp tug, Xanthos was in front of him and was quickly struck by a stone-like fist to the gut.

Xanthos exhaled sharply as pain spread across his abdomen, taking two steps backwards to try and prevent himself from getting hit again. What he didn't realise was that Kinu Matsumoto was closing in on him.

“Xanthos, MOVE!” Zelde yelled in warning, a little too late.

Already staggered from getting reeled in and punched by Emery, Xanthos was unable to dodge when Kinu aimed a roundhouse kick to the head and left him in a slump on the floor.

“Ugh, I’m going to feel that one in the morning,” Xanthos said, dramatically rubbing his jawline as he rested on his side.

Whilst Zelde seemed to deflate at the loss, Xanthos watched as the two victors enjoyed a celebration between themselves. Or rather, Emery bounced up and down on the spot, before holding his hand up for a high five, which Kinu did eventually accept but hit back with such force Emery shook out his hand when her back was turned.

“It’s not over yet!” Xanthos insisted. He tried to confidently stand back up on his feet but found his legs did not want to cooperate at that moment. “I can still fight!”

“No you cannot Mr Ravindra,” Professor Lloyd said, as he and the rest of their teammates reappeared. “Your aura has dropped to a critical level. One more hit and it likely would have broken. Although this is a somewhat informal sparring session it is still only a sparring session. You are not supposed to come away wounded from this session.”

Xanthos pouted a little, still feeling sure he could go on but eventually conceded to Professor Lloyd's words. Zelde walked up to him and outstretched her hand, "Here let me help you up."

"Thanks," He said, offering a small smile once he was on his feet again.

With the rest of their teammates rejoining them, everyone had some time to reflect on the battle. Whilst Nishiki and Angora joined their teammates in celebrating - both of them notably more excited than Kinu was - Cordovan and Neela had a more subdued conversation with their teammates.

"Well, it was a short spar but you both performed decently," Cordovan commended. 

"You should have won," Neela insisted. Xanthos humoured her with an appreciative smile but he had to admit that Emery and Kinu had simply outperformed them both from the get go. 

Neela clasped his arms and put on a dramatic tone. "Don't worry Ravi I will avenge the both of you."

"Thanks Neela," Xanthos couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. "I'm sure you will do your best."

Neela looked as though she wanted to say something else but was prevented from doing so by Professor Lloyd urging the previous two pairs to leave the training area. Instead of a verbal response, Neela had to settle for giving him a wink as he and Zelde departed.

Following close behind Emery, Kinu, and Professor Lloyd, Xanthos and Zelde joined them in taking an elevator up to the viewing platform above.

As the two teams peered out the windows, looking down at their teammates readying themselves below Professor Lloyd reset the hard light structures. They were largely in the same shapes and placements before, but Professor Lloyd crafted some different structures as well.

The same static from earlier could be heard as Professor Lloyd spoke into an oddly low-tech microphone. "You may begin when you are ready."

At the sound of his voice, the two pairings set off and Xanthos was excited to see which duo would come out on top this time.

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 1 REWRITE - CHAPTER 12

After leaving the Sewick's house, the team finally make it to where they need to be.

Neela

Neela had never been so glad to escape an awkward meal in all her life. And as an Oxford, one of the most esteemed families in Highpoint, there had been plenty of awkward dinners or formal occasions. None seemed to quite live up to just how bad that final lunch with the Sewicks had been.

Neela felt bad just leaving things as is but opted not to push things, unlike Xanthos. She knew he didn't mean to be rude by it but she could also see Zelde was in no mood to answer, much less acknowledge what had happened, so had nudged him to be quiet.

When they finally found the address Wren had given them, Neela was quietly relieved that the house was located on a side street and that they were away from the prying eyes of any nosy townsfolk. As they approached the house in question, Neela was surprised at how plain it looked, or at least plain by Apex standards. It was in the same style as most of the other houses in this street, but the door was painted a shade of golden yellow, which made it stand out against the neutral tone of the rest of the building.

Cordovan lightly knocked on the door, and a few moments later, a muffled voice could be heard from inside, shouting that they would be with them in a moment. The man who opened the door was wearing a painter's smock and had a paintbrush tucked behind one ear. His greying brown hair fell just past his shoulders but was held back in a ponytail. He studied them for a moment, golden eyes blinking once, before gesturing for them to come inside.

“Please, come in,” he said as he stepped aside. Once everyone was inside, he quietly shut the door behind them and offered them a warm smile before turning to look at Cordovan. “It’s good to see you again, Cordovan. You’re looking well.” He put an arm on his shoulder for a moment and squeezed.

Cordovan returned the smile. “Thanks, Chen.”

“Liv!” The man suddenly called, shouting down the hallway. “Cordovan's here!”

There was some commotion in the room at the bottom of the hall before a dark-skinned woman with wavy green hair and eyes came striding down the hall, arms outstretched for a hug.

“Cordovan!” She greeted warmly, practically pulling him into her arms herself. “It's so good to see you again.”

Cordovan chuckled nervously, patting the woman fondly on the back. “It's good to see you too, Olive.” He stepped back and then gestured to ZRCN. “These are my teammates - Zelde Sewick, Xanthos Ravindra, and Neela Oxford.”

“Pleasure to meet you all,” Olive smiled, bowing her head in acknowledgement.

“This is Olive Vines and Chen Yeung,” Cordovan continued, introducing the older couple to his teammates. Neela could not say she knew the man very well, but the woman's name was familiar, recalling she had been on a team with Cordovan's mother in her youth.

“Darling, I’d love to stay, but my work calls,” Chen said, somewhat apologetically. He kissed Olive quickly on the cheek. Chen gave them a little wave goodbye, before hurrying upstairs.

“Is Chen working on a new commission?” Cordovan asked.

“Ah, he's an artist then?” Neela prompted. “I did notice the paintbrush.” She made a vague gesture at her own ear, to which Olive chuckled.

“He paints mostly but dabbles in pottery too. Our home is like a regular little art studio!” Olive giggled. As she started to walk back down the hall, the rest of ZRCN followed close behind her. She led them into an expansive, open-plan kitchen and living room. To the left, sat an impressive kitchen with granite countertops, a kitchen island, and a green range cooker. To the right was a cosy living room, or what probably passed as a secondary living room. Adjacent to where two velvet sofas were placed around a small fireplace, were two glass doors that opened out onto a well maintained patio.

“Chen is currently working on a commission for Councilman Miller Wulfric,” Olive explained, gesturing for ZRCN to make themselves comfortable whilst she busied herself in her kitchen making drinks for them. “Do any of you know of him?”

Of the four of them, Neela would have been the most likely to have known him, and ironically she did. Her father and the Mistrali councilman had arranged a deal to build upon Highpoint’s defences.

“I’ve never met him but my father knows of him,” Neela explained.

“You're an Oxford aren't you?” Olive asked, to which Neela quickly reconfirmed with a nod. “Mhm, yes, he's a nice man. Chen visited him a few weeks back to have him sit for some preliminary sketches. One of his sons ordered the commission I believe, but Councilman Wulfric was fully aware of the planned portrait. The final product will be a nice surprise I’m sure though.”

“Dad's very proud of it already.” An amused chuckle sounded from the doorway to the patio. Stood in the doorway was none other than Helia Vines herself. She was wearing casual, civilian clothes, but looked no less radiant than she did in her Huntress gear.

“Nee, Nee!” Xanthos excitedly whispered in her ear. “It's Helia Vines!”

“I know, Ravi, I know,” Neela laughed. “I do have eyes.”

Neela had never met Helia in person before, but had seen some of her interviews, and had obviously seen her Vytal win. She had always thought her to be effortlessly cool, and the way she had dispatched her opponent with ease in her final Vytal match had left a lasting impression on Neela, as it had likely done for many people. However, standing in the comfort of her own home, there was a sort of gentleness to Helia that Neela hadn’t expected. In casual clothes, her hair held up in a matching style to her mother, and lacking her signature katanas, she appeared very soft and gentle, not someone who you would immediately bring to mind when thinking of a huntress.

“It's nice to finally meet you, Team ZRCN,” Helia smiled, stepping further into the house and shaking their hands. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Zelde looked a bit confused by this. “You have?”

“Oh yes, we know a fair bit about you,” Olive confirmed. “Wren often speaks of how well little Cordovan and his team are doing at the academy.”

“Well, I don't think Cordovan is little anymore, mom,” Helia smirked, looking at Cordovan. It was only then that Neela noted that they stood at a similar height. “Gone are the days when you barely came up to my shoulder.”

“Gone are the days when I used to be able to train with him and have the upper hand!” Olive remarked. As she came to stand by them, she took a note of Cordovan's weapon. “That sword form on your weapon puts mine to shame.”

“I doubt my swordsmanship would ever hold a candle to you or Helia though, Olive,” Cordovan smiled. “You were the best sword teacher I ever had.”

“I was your only sword teacher!” Olive corrected, giving him a playful smack on the arm. The green-haired woman excused herself to finish the drinks off at the kitchen island. With her mother busy finishing the drinks, Helia urged the team to sit down on the sofas, smiling when Olive came back with the drinks, and taking a hot chocolate from her mother.

“So…” Helia began, pausing to blow the steam from her drink and take a tentative sip. “What's this mission we'll be working on together?”

“You don't know?” Cordovan asked.

Helia shook her head. “Wren only messaged to say you needed help. I didn't ask much else.”

“I was a little wary of Helia accepting,” Olive explained. “She was supposed to be resting here after some difficult months in Mistral.”

Helia rolled her eyes at her mother's words but it seemed to be in a good natured way. “As I told my mom, you're family, Cordovan. I think I can make one tiny exception to my rule.”

“If you’d rather stay behind that that’s fine,” Cordovan was quick to say. “I know you get a lot of work and mission requests so I understand you wanting to get away from it all. Don’t feel obligated to have to help just because this is my team.”

“Nonsense!” Helia waved him off. “Besides, you're all here now, it would be a waste of a journey if I didn't at least try to help you.”

Neela looked at Zelde quickly after this, thinking it would also be a waste of Zelde enduring her mother.

Zelde was the one who took over explaining for them. Beginning with the Princeton's raid, Zelde then went on to explain how they had been tasked with the mission after it had been brushed aside following the Fall of Beacon. As she continued, explaining the connection with the Mistrali police, their capture of Merlot and Saika, and the failed investigation of Hargrave Manufacturing, Helia and her mother listened intently all the while.

“If these Hargraves are who I think they are, they could prove to be problematic,” Olive said after a moment. Neela noticed she was speaking more to her daughter rather than Team ZRCN as she said this.

“I recognise the name at least,” Helia confessed. “They were suspected to have been involved in a big mining accident a few years back. They practically owned the mine in question beforehand, and after the accident pretty much cut all ties with it, and most of the family fled back to their home in Atlas.”

“They owned a mine?” Xanthos asked. “That never showed up in any searches we did for the name. Where was this mine?”

Helia turned to Xanthos, meeting his gaze for a moment, before looking at each of the team in turn. Strangely, before speaking, she let out a long sigh, as if what she was going to say next weighed heavily upon her.

“It's okay,” Her mother squeezed her hand. “Take your time, Helia.”

Helia returned the squeeze before looking back to ZRCN. “Have you heard of a place called Shizukana before?”

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 1 REWRITE - CHAPTER 11

Dinner with Zelde's parents - it is as bad as you think it will be.

Xanthos

The plan had been to only stay a night whilst the storm passed. However, the storm turned out to be worse than expected and a night became three.

For the first night, Xanthos had been eager to stay in such a large house, and finally learn more about Zelde and her life. By the first morning, Xanthos was eager to leave and could understand why Zelde was so reluctant to speak about her past.

The vast majority of Zelde's family had been welcoming enough, if a little too stiff and formal for Xanthos's tastes. But Oriana Serac had actively gone out of their way to make all of them feel unwelcome, none more so than her daughter. 

Luckily by the third morning, the weather had cleared and Cordovan messaged Olive Vines to inform her they would be with them soon. Before they were to leave they had been invited to lunch.

Zelde had been reluctant to agree but Oriana rather snidely insisted they stay, stating that she did not know when she would ever see her daughter again. Xanthos hoped for Zelde's sake it was never.

After being urged to freshen up again, Guilford had led the four of them upstairs, directing them to two separate rooms to freshen up. Cordovan and Xanthos in one and Neela and Zelde in the other. They had only been left alone for a few minutes when Guilford had returned with a pile of folded clothing, which he proceeded to hand out to Xanthos. He must have made a face, as the older man was quick to explain that it was Oriana’s insistence he ‘dress up’, as his current outfit wasn’t appropriate for her lunch. Xanthos had frowned but he quietly thanked Guilford and took the clothes. Besides, they were guests here, the least he could do was abide by their rules. 

Xanthos nervously adjusted the collar of his shirt, finding that no matter what he did, it didn’t seem to sit comfortably on him. He caught his reflection in the mirror and shook his head. He did not like wearing such formal clothes, he disliked the way they looked on him and found them too constricting.

Xanthos adjusted the shirt collar one more time when Cordovan exited the bathroom. 

Cordovan took one look at him and a small smirk formed on his face.

“I know, I know, I look hideous.” 

“Actually, I was going to say it suits you,” Cordovan said. “That’s probably the smartest thing I’ve seen you wear that wasn't our academy uniform.”

“Oh, uh thanks,” Xanthos responded with a small laugh.

Having now freshened up, the two headed downstairs, where they were told to wait for the girls in the hallway by Guilford. Cordovan waited quietly, eyes focused on the doors, whilst Xanthos found himself looking around the hall some more, taking in the impressive architecture of the home.

Both their attentions were caught when Zelde and Neela descended the stairs. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cordovan look away, concealing the blush that had begun to form on his cheeks. Although even if hadn’t tried to hide his blush, Xanthos wasn’t sure Zelde would have noticed, as her gaze was firmly trained on him, more specifically his clothing.

“You didn't have to change,” She said.

“Your mother insisted,” Guilford explained to Zelde for him. Zelde pulled a face but didn't argue and allowed them to be guided into the dining room by Guilford, with a table that was already set with an array of food and drink awaited them. The Sewicks were already picking at some plates of food, so thankfully, the team did not have to wait to be invited to sit.

Xanthos went for some simple food options, filling his plate with rice, some assorted vegetables, and a chicken breast. He was not usually the sort to be so plain with his food choices, but half of what was on offer looked so unappealing, that he had to wonder if it even really was food.

As they ate - or in Xanthos’s case, nibbled - quiet conversation filled the air. It was Callaway who talked the most, asking a vast array about the team’s experiences as huntsmen. Xanthos was more than happy to answer him, even if most of the questions Callaway had asked over the past three days had been much the same. Everyone seemed to be content to answer him, but it was a little difficult to keep up with, what with all the questions. Although he himself did not ask any questions, Albus seemed a little interested in what was being said, and Xanthos noted he listened intently, occasionally saying something to prompt a further response. Unsurprisingly, Oriana seemed disinterested in the conversation, her only response being to glare at her husband or son when began to speak about it.

Xanthos couldn’t help but wonder what her problem was. Sure she was a wealthy, upper-class Atlesian woman, but that was hardly any excuse for her dismissive behaviour. 

“So the Ursa-”

“Callaway,” Oriana cut her son off with a sharp glare. The woman was currently eating a bowl of soup and had set her spoon down briefly to address her son. “Must you insist on speaking about such a gorey subject whilst we’re having lunch? It is putting me off of my soup.”

Callaway lowered his head. “Sorry, mother.”

They ate in silence for a solid ten minutes, before Oriana, now having finished her meal, broke the silence.

“So, tell me a little about yourselves,” Oriana said, her blue eyes glancing around the table. “Zelde hasn’t spoken to us in years, so I know nothing about any of you.” Xanthos was fighting the urge to remind her she had mostly ignored them and spoken derisively towards them over the past three days. “Do any of you have any relatives in your family who trained as huntsmen? Did they approve of your decision to become one?”

Xanthos shifted a little at her last question. He noted Oriana glanced at her daughter for a long moment as she asked it, and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable as if intruding on a private argument. He couldn’t help but wonder if Zelde leaving to train as a huntress drove the wedge between them.

Neela was the first to answer. “Well, I was born and raised in Highpoint, as the youngest of three. I presume you know my family - the Oxfords?” Both Albus and Oriana gave a small nod before Neela continued. “None of my immediate family were huntsmen, though my brother wanted to train as one when he was younger. He didn’t have the stomach for it, so pulled out the month before he was due to leave for school. My parents seemed a little nervous when I expressed a similar interest and tried to talk me out of it for a while until they saw how committed I was!”

“Did you have any prior training before going to Atlas Academy?” Oriana asked.

“Oh yes, I went to a primary training academy first. Pelorus Academy, if you are familiar with it,” Neela responded. She then looked at Cordovan and gave him a nudge. “Cordovan and I were in the same year.” 

The Sewicks turned to look at Cordovan, who had to set down his fork abruptly to speak. “Yes, we both attended the same primary academy. I was born and raised in Atlas, at least for the most part anyway. Both of my parents were huntsmen, so we travelled around a lot.” Cordovan explained. “I suppose having two parents as huntsmen does end up inspiring you quite a bit.”

“Were they well-known at all?” Albus asked, and Xanthos was surprised to see that he looked genuinely interested.

“A little,” Cordovan admitted with a small shrug. “They both enjoyed mildly successful careers at least. My mother joined the Atlesian Army years ago and still works as a specialist for them. As for my father, well...he’s around.”

Oriana sniffed a little at this remark, which finally drew Zelde’s attention to the conversation. Silver eyes snapped to her mother immediately and narrowed them in response. Oriana picked up on this pretty quickly, and although they said nothing, it was clear they both had plenty to say to one another.

Not wanting an argument to break out, Xanthos was quick to jump in with his own response to Oriana’s earlier question. “Unlike the rest of my team here, I was born and raised in Vacuo. My mother is about the furthest thing you can get from a huntress. Not too sure about my dad though, he disappeared shortly before my sister was born.” Xanthos was ten at the time but had never been particularly close with his father. Chrysanthos had always been a mysterious man and left many unanswered questions in his wake when he up and left them.  “I’m not sure where the interest in becoming a huntsman came from, to be honest with you. I was watching coverage of a Vytal festival a few years back and there was this really amazing Vacuo team. They didn’t get very far, but I was so in awe with them and what they could do that I knew I wanted to be a huntsman too.” Xanthos laughed a little as he recounted this tale. “I told my mother that same night I wanted to join an academy. I think she was a little horrified at first because she tried to talk me out of it for days. When she saw how set on it I was she did give in thankfully. I think that as long as I was happy she could accept it.”

“Hmm, typical Vacuo parenting for you there,” Oriana said, looking at her husband as she spoke. Albus Sewick stared at his wife in surprise before looking nervously over at Xanthos. Luckily, Albus seemed to have much more tact than his wife, so for that sake alone he would have spared him from the bitter remark he was cooking up.

Luckily, he did not need to respond, as Zelde had him covered. “Mother, do not speak to my friend like that,” Zelde hissed in a low voice.

“Where have your manners gone, Zelde?” Oriana asked. “You should know better than to speak back to your parents.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, you’re hardly a parent,” Zelde retorted.

From the look that passed between father and son, they clearly had some idea of what was soon to follow, and in truth perhaps the rest of ZRCN had an idea too, based on their earlier interactions with Sewick matriarch. If anything Xanthos was just surprised to see Zelde stirring up trouble rather than trying to avoid it.

What came from Oriana’s mouth was a slew of horrid remarks to her daughter, claiming she was ungrateful for throwing away the life she could have so easily had, selfish for not taking into consideration her family’s feelings, of how she was simply wasting her life. The whole scene was uncomfortable to sit through, and after exchanging a few glances with Cordovan and Neela, Xanthos knew he couldn’t sit quietly any longer.

“You should stop talking to your daughter like that,” Xanthos advised, making her turn to look at him. “Considering how insufferable you have been in the days  since I’ve met you, I’d say it’s a small mercy that Zelde opted to leave and become a huntress, it spared her becoming a heartless bitch like yourself.”

Albus’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ shape, though if he was offended by the slander towards his wife, he didn’t rush to her defence. Surprisingly Zelde mouthed a silent “Thank you” his way for helping her, and he simply nodded. Unsurprisingly, Oriana was not impressed with being called a bitch. She rose from her seat, one hand hitting the table and the other clenching into a tight fist in her rage. 

“How dare you speak to me like that!” She snarled. “You’re nothing but an insignificant street rat from Vacuo, yet you have the audacity to come into my own home and speak down to me.” 

“Oriana, enough!” Albus urged. For once, his voice rose above a quiet whisper.

Oriana paused for a moment, eyes passing over each of the team in question. “I hope it was worth throwing the life we gave you for these people. And when this life inevitably goes wrong, you should know, there will be no place for you in my house anymore.”

With this, Zelde rose from her chair, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin before letting it fall to the table. She proceeded to gesture to her teammates to stand and follow her, before looking off to Guilford who had been stood quietly in the corner this whole time. “Guilford would you be so kind as to gather our things, I think it is time we ought to go.”

He nodded simply and hurried out of the room. If Xanthos had been in his place, he would have been thankful for the excuse to leave.

“Yes, I do believe, you’ve outstayed your welcome wouldn’t you agree, Albus?” Oriana prompted, looking to her husband for support.

“No…” Albus muttered quietly. “It is you who has outstayed your welcome, Oriana.”

Oriana’s confidence seemed to flicker, evidently not used to her husband answering back to her. “Albus?”

“For too long I have stood by and done nothing. Watched as you belittled me, my family, our children,” His voice cracked as he said that. “Enough is enough, Oriana. I’m done with this - our marriage. I’m done with you.”

“Father…?” Zelde blinked.

Xanthos wasn’t sure what to say or do at that moment. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.

“This is your fault!” Oriana yelled, making a move for where Zelde was standing. “You should have never come back here.” Thankfully, Albus caught Oriana by the wrist and kept her in place. 

Albus gave an apologetic glance to Zelde and then the rest of Team ZRCN. “I’m sorry you all had to see this.”

Albus gave his daughter a knowing look and she nodded. With a tilt of the head, Zelde gestured for her team to join her in leaving, which they did so without question. She paused to look at Albus and Callaway.

“Father. Cal…” Her voice trailed off as she looked at her brother. He simply offered her a warm smile and a gentle nod. The group carried on walking, before Zelde stopped by her mother, standing to her side. Neither woman directly looked at each other, with Oriana staring down the table refusing to make eye contact, and Zelde merely glancing at her out of the corner of her eye. “Mother, it has been a pleasure as always.” She leaned forward and gave her mother a peck on the cheek before they walked out of the room.

Guilford was not waiting for them when they entered the hallways, though as requested, he had gathered their clothes, as well as their weapons and the meagre supplies they had bought with them. None of them wanted to linger here for much longer, so they gathered their things and quickly left the house. Once they had passed beyond the metal gates, Zelde’s calm persona cracked, and a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Are you alright, Zelde?” Neela asked, tentatively touching her arm.

“I’m fine,” Zelde insisted. She took a deep inhale, as if to steady herself and began moving forward. “Let’s find Helia Vines.”

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 1 REWRITE - CHAPTER 10

Team ZRCN arrives in Apex and receives a frosty reception.

Zelde

The journey to Apex proved to be more complicated than ZRCN had first anticipated. When planning their journey, it became apparent their luck with airships had finally run out, and they were forced to look elsewhere for travel as no airships could take them there soon. As a native of Apex, Zelde knew their best option would be to take a train there.

It should have been a smooth, untroubled journey from Mantle to Apex, but it turned out the Grimm had other ideas. Their journey was almost at an end when a Teryx had launched itself at the train. The train didn't have much in the way of defences, save for a singular huntsman, and two mounted turrets at the front of the train. Although only huntsmen in training, Team ZRCN were asked if they could give some additional backup, and with only an older huntress to help assist the train's sole guard, they felt obligated to help.

The train stopped to allow the six of them to deal with the Grimm. The wind and snow whipped up around them once they stepped out and Zelde found herself wincing feeling the cold air against her skin. It took a moment for the Teryx to get drawn away from the train as the beast was more determined to get at one of the carriages, but a few shots at it seemed to do enough to pull its attention away.

Luckily, this Teryx was of a smaller size, so taking it out did not prove to be overly difficult. The older huntress took out its ability to fly, damaging its left wing with a spray of bullets. Although unable to fly, it was still dangerous, snapping and thrashing in the snow as it tried to get at the three of them. Zelde instructed Neela to use her weapon to create some formations to try and halt the Grimm. With a nod, Neela did as requested using the earth dust in her trident to create some rocky formations to block it in. With the Teryx slowed, the train guard ordered Zelde, Cordovan, and the older huntress to shoot at it with whatever they had.

The Teryx quickly succumbed to the onslaught of bullets, dissipating into black dust once defeated. However, no sooner had the Teryx been defeated, than low growls emerged from the treeline behind them.

Zelde turned to see what had made the noise, unable to discern anything clearly, but seeing some shapes moving through the darkness. It didn't help that the winds from earlier had become stronger now, bringing a fresh flurry of snow with it to obscure their vision.

In the distance, Zelde could hear the train's guard yelling at them, only able to make out a few words over the howling wind. 

“Should we go back?” Xanthos called.

Zelde was about to answer when two Grimm burst out of the treeline, revealing the source of the growling to be two Ursa.

Zelde weighed her options briefly, debating whether they would have time to defeat the Grimm or make it back to the train. Ultimately, Zelde decided they should try and deal with the Ursa, noting that they probably wouldn't have outrun the Ursa with how close they were. That and with the train guard and huntress having begun to move back towards the train, they didn't have much in the way of backup.

The first of the Ursa proved fairly easy to deal with. Cordovan took out one of its legs with his sword before Zelde delivered the finishing blow. The second Ursa was proving to be a little more tricky.

She and Cordovan were once again trying to take it down, though with less luck than last time, since Zelde had narrowly avoided getting punched by it. Xanthos and Neela were also dancing around it, managing a few weak blows, but otherwise causing little damage.

“Anyone got any ideas on how to take this big boy down?” Xanthos asked as he ducked out of the way of a swing from the Ursa.

“I have one,” Zelde responded after a moment. “We need to expose its belly if we can. It doesn't have much in the way of armour on its belly, so if Neela could get a good hit on it we should be able to take it down.”

Xanthos nodded, reaching for his whip. “Alright, I've got this, just line him up for me.”

“Just be careful,” Zelde warned, shooting him a reproachful glance. “We'll only have a narrow window to do this.”

Xanthos didn't verbally respond to this, but she saw him nod his head. As requested, she and Cordovan worked on directing the Ursa away from him. When the creature was a certain distance away, Xanthos lashed out with his weapon, the whip managing to loosely wrap itself around the beast's neck. Had it not been for Xanthos's using his semblance at the same time, the creature would have surely dragged him along with him. Unable to counter the sudden change in Xanthos's weight, the Ursa started to pull back slightly, being forced back onto its hind legs.

Zelde gestured at Neela to be ready, holding a hand up to make her wait for the perfect moment. When the belly was exposed enough, she threw down her hand.

“Now!”

Already poised to throw, Neela clicked a button on the shaft of her weapon, the three prongs of the trident snapping together to form a single spearhead. She threw the spear at Zelde's command, and Zelde watched as the weapon soared through the air, before striking the Ursa in the belly. It staggered momentarily, stopped from falling forward completely due to Xanthos, and then in a poof it ceased to be no more, Neela's spear and Xanthos's whip both falling to the floor where the beast had once stood.

“Excellent work, Neela,” Zelde commended, smiling at her teammate. As Neela went to retrieve her weapon she returned the smile.

“Oh shit the train!” Xanthos blurted out.

Zelde whipped her head around and watched as the train sprung back into life, starting to roll forward as the engine kicked back in. All of ZRCN rushed forward in a panic, yelling and waving their hands to get it to stop. Their efforts were to no avail, as the train pulled away leaving the four of them in the snow.

Xanthos threw his hands out briefly before resting his hands on his hips in a dramatic fashion. “Well, what do we do now?” He said, looking in the direction of where the train had departed.

“We can't stay here,” Cordovan responded quickly. “Our auras won't hold up with the winds growing.”

Zelde nodded, knowing her teammate had a point. The winds had steadily grown to near enough a full storm since they had gotten off the train. 

“How far were we from Apex?” Neela asked, looking between her teammates.

“Two miles or just under,” Zelde answered, taking a moment to note their surroundings and recalling the announcements on the train. 

“That's still quite a journey in this weather,” Cordovan mused. He crossed his arms over his chest trying to keep warm.

Zelde groaned. Not because of her teammates talking but because she knew there was somewhere they could go to avoid the weather. “I know somewhere closer we could stay,” Zelde offered. “Temporarily at least…”

“Where?” Xanthos asked, looking far too eager for his simple question.

“My parents' house,” Zelde answered, somewhat reluctantly.

“I thought you lived in Apex?” Cordovan said, raising a brow.

“Technically our home sits just beyond the town,” Zelde explained. “It's a little closer than Apex proper so I thought it would be a better solution than trekking to our accommodation in town. As I said, it would only have to be temporary.” Which Zelde thought was more for her own sake than her teammates.

Some quick glances were exchanged between the four of them before agreeing to head on. Zelde took the lead naturally and the rest of her teammates followed close behind. Due to the weather, Zelde kept a good pace, eager to get to her family home for the prospect of getting somewhere warm at the very least. 

Ironically, despite heading to Zelde's family home, the lights of the distant town Apex came into view first. And then, out of the gloom, the warmly lit Sewick manor suddenly appeared.

The Sewick’s house was located in the north of the town, with high walls surrounding the property, shielding the building from the outside world. Wrought iron gates marked the entrance of the property. Peering through the bars, it was possible to see the gravel walkway up to the property, illuminated by a number of outdoor lamps. As they approached the gates, Zelde pressed the buzzer to say hello. A small static sound followed before a voice answered.

“May I help you?”

“Yes, we need to speak with-” But before Zelde could finish her statement the voice on the opposite end cut in.

“I'm sorry, Mr and Mrs Sewick are not taking guests right now,” the voice told them. “You'll have to leave or I'm afraid I'll have to call the police.”

Zelde sighed deeply, before pressing the buzzer to speak once more.

“Guilford, it's me, Zelde.”

There was a pause, before another static sound followed, different to the first, and one which Zelde knew to mean the gates would open. As expected, the gates began to shift, and a few moments later swung open, allowing the group to enter the property.

With the gates now open, the group could now follow the winding path up to the house. As they approached the front doors, Zelde spotted the family car parked outside of the house, even in the dark, it was clear it had been recently cleaned by how vibrantly the lights from the house gleamed off the metal exterior. As they approached the doors, Zelde was stopped mid-knock, by Guilford who opened them to let them inside.

He held the doors open as they all stepped inside, and promptly shut them after Xanthos entered.

Xanthos took one look at the interior before blurting out, “Wow, this makes my house look like shit!”

Zelde was mortified to hear his voice echo around the hallway. He seemed amused by this fact as a grin stretched across his lips, but Zelde was more annoyed, shooting him a disapproving glare. He was lucky Guilford suddenly stepped in else she would have reprimanded him for blurting that out loud.

“It is good to see you again, Zelde,” He greeted warmly. The man stepped forward holding his arms out for a hug, which Zelde was quick to do. He may have been the family butler, but Zelde and her brother had always thought of him as a family member, an uncle figure of sorts. As they pulled apart he added, “I’m sure Master Callaway will be thrilled to see you again.”

And almost as if on cue, a figure appeared at the top of the stairs, hanging over the bannister to peer down at the guests. When he spotted his sister, a wide grin took hold of his features. “Zelde!”

Her brother propelled down the stairs, moving with such alarming speed that he jumped over the last three steps, and practically threw himself at his sister. Zelde held onto her brother tightly, before eventually releasing him, and holding him at a distance to get a better look at him. He had grown since she last saw him, now standing at around the same height as she was, despite only being fourteen. Besides inheriting their mother’s blue eyes, he looked like a younger version of their father, especially dressed in his shirt and vest. All he was missing was a tie.

She looked him over briefly, noting he appeared well and in good spirits. His monochromatic grey clothing was broken up by a single pink hair clip in his hair. Zelde studied it for a moment, making a note to ask him about it if she remembered.

Once released from the embrace, she noticed her brother looking at her teammates with a look of curiosity and excitement. Hunstmen were rare in Apex, so even seeing a team like theirs which was still in training, was a cause for interest.

“I can’t believe you’re here. This is such a surprise!” Callaway enthused, moving to go for a hug again.

“Indeed it is.”

Their mother’s voice made him freeze in his tracks and he flinched away from Zelde. Everyone turned to see Zelde’s parents exiting from a door to the left. Her father was dressed in a simple grey single-breasted lounge jacket and matching trousers, whereas her mother wore an expensive looking blue dress with a plunging neckline, and a rather plain teardrop necklace resting against her collarbone. With her arms crossed, her mother gave off something of a hostile air, which knowing her, was probably intentional. Her father seemed more open, even stepping forward to greet his guests.

“A pleasure to meet you all,” He began, as he shook each of their hands in turn. “My name is Albus Sewick, and this is my wife Oriana Serac.”

Rather than greet Team ZRCN, she turned her attention to Callaway. It seemed like Zelde, she had noted the pink hair clip too. 

“Callaway get that ridiculous thing out of your hair,” Oriana snapped.

“Yes, mother,” Callaway mumbled, reaching up to remove it. Although he took it out, Zelde noticed he tucked it into his vest pocket when their mother turned her attention back to Team ZRCN.

“May I ask what you are all doing in our home?” Oriana asked as she stepped back from speaking to Callaway, before linking her arm with her husband.

“We are on a mission,” Zelde began to explain. “There was an issue with some Grimm and our train left us behind whilst we were dealing with them. We were hoping to stay here for the night until this storm passed.”

Oriana sniffed. “That was very presumptuous of you.”

Her father shifted uncomfortably at her side, nervously adjusting his lapel. “Of course, you and your teammates can stay.” He said, offering his daughter a weak smile. Her mother rolled her eyes, pulling her arm free before crossing her arms over her chest. Albus cast a pleading look at his wife, perhaps hoping to get her to see reason. “Ana, we can’t just kick them out….”

“Fine,” She said sharply, giving her husband a cold look. “As you wish, Albus.”

Oriana unfolded her arms and her cold blue gaze fell on the team.”Lucky for you, dinner is almost ready. I’d suggest you freshen up before you join us.” With a small smirk, she turned and reentered the room she had come from, gesturing for her husband and son to follow. As the three of them left, leaving the four of them alone with Guilford, Zelde could feel a small nagging feeling in her stomach beginning to blossom.

“I see mother is as delightful as always,” Zelde remarked, once they were out of earshot. “Has Callaway been alright?”

“As well as can be but you know how your mother is,” Guilford sighed. “Your father does his best but he's been getting more worn down with it as of late.”

Zelde nodded sadly, knowing all too well how her mother could be. She had spent nearly seventeen unhappy years dealing with her mother's mental abuse before finally deciding she needed a change and breaking free.

“Will the four of you be staying for dinner?” Guilford asked.

“I am quite hungry,” Xanthos said, patting his abdomen.

“You're always hungry, Ravi,” Neela teased, elbowing him playfully.

Zelde glanced at Cordovan and he shrugged. “Some food wouldn't hurt,” He said. “It isn't as though we'll be leaving anytime soon with the storm.”

“I suppose we will be joining you then,” Zelde said, looking at Guilford and giving a vague shrug.

Guilford's golden eyes shimmered with warmth. “I will ensure four more plates and some cutlery are prepared for you,” He said, before moving to head towards the room where the rest of the Sewick family had disappeared into. “It really is good to see you again, Zelde.”

Zelde smiled weakly at him as he departed.

Dinner with her parents - how bad could it be?

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 1 REWRITE - CHAPTER 9

Plans go awry and new plans are formed.

Xanthos

As per the suggestions of Cordovan, Team ZRCN currently found themselves waiting to speak with General Ironwood.

Although they had made their plans, it still took another day for a meeting to be arranged. It was a little frustrating having to wait but as the General’s secretary, Miss Santiago, pointed out he was an extremely busy man - even more so following events at Beacon.

In order to try and sway him to their cause, Zelde had insisted they all wear their academy uniforms when they went to speak with General Ironwood. Xanthos agreed but he could not say he was particularly happy about it. Somehow, whoever had designed the uniforms had ensured they were made from the scratchiest, most uncomfortable material ever. Every time he wore it, Xanthos felt as though he was developing hives and could not stop itching around his collar.

When they entered the small waiting area before the General's office, Xanthos had a finger in his collar, scratching idly away. 

“Are you trying to take a layer of skin off there, Ravi?” Neela quipped, speaking softly into his ear. 

Xanthos stopped and caught his reflection in a nearby glass pane, already seeing his neck turning pink from the scratching.

“Oh, Team ZRCN, you're early,” The secretary, Stephanie Santiago, remarked from behind her desk. 

She was a short, bespectacled woman, with brown skin, neatly plaited black hair, and amber eyes. Stephanie didn't wear a modified military uniform like the majority of the faculty or staff in the school, but her outfit was very formal and neat. She wore an orange blazer with a red turtleneck underneath, a darker orange pencil skirt with brogues in a matching colour, and dark tights.

As ZRCN stood there, she looked around for something on her desk, before typing something on her computer. “I’ll let the General know you are here,” She said, briefly looking at ZRCN. “You're early but he should be able to see you in a moment.”

Stephanie flashed them a cheerful smile before looking at her screen again. After reading a message on it, she leaned back in her chair, gesturing to the door to his office. “The General will see you now.”

Xanthos wondered if he had ever seen the man in front of him look so scruffy. Rising from his desk, General Ironwood moved to greet them, shaking their hands in turn. All the times Xanthos had seen him in the past, the man had always looked so neat and polished, but today he seemed rather dishevelled.

Zelde did most of the talking for them, as per her offer the day priorly, giving a brief rundown of their mission. From the plan they had discussed earlier, Xanthos knew it would be long until she broached the topic of what to do with Candy and Wisteria. After confirming what had happened at Hargrave Manufacturing, Zelde paused for a moment before inquiring about Candy and Wisteria. She spoke about how whilst they were aware of Candy, Wisteria was an unknown entity to them.

“Sir, considering what happened at both Verdant Storage and Hargrave Manufacturing, we were wondering if you planned to follow up with them at all?” Zelde inquired.

General Ironwood’s expression shifted. “Unfortunately, at this time, we do not have the resources to investigate this further.” He responded simply. “The four of you have completed your initial mission with the Princeton's there is little need to pursue matters further for now.”

Xanthos couldn’t see her face, but he could tell by her tone that Zelde must have been frowning. “You’re not suggesting we just leave them be? If nothing is done soon, these thefts will continue, and having seen what some of their people are capable of, I don’t think they’re afraid to step up their game either.”

“The military has considered the risk and we have concluded that now is not the appropriate time to continue,” General Ironwood said. “I am sorry, Miss Sewick. We simply do not have the military resources to spare at this time to commit to a full investigation.”

“Well, if the army isn’t willing to help, why can’t we just do it? Put us in contact with a few good huntsmen and we’ll soon have them sorted out!” Xanthos cut in. Zelde turned and narrowed her eyes at him, and Cordovan shifted awkwardly by his side.

“That is a nice thought, Mr Ravindra, however - “

“Cordovan's mother is a specialist! Perhaps she'd be willing to help?” Xanthos prompted, looking between the General and Cordovan.

General Ironwood gave Xanthos a kind smile. “Your spirit is highly commendable, Mr Ravindra. If only more of the new members of our army shared your enthusiasm,” He said with a wistful smile. The General took a step towards them, extending an arm outwards that made it appear as though he were ushering them out of the room already. “Your willingness to help has been noted, I assure you. However, for the time being I ask that you leave things alone and return to your schoolwork. Once matters have resolved in Vale I promise I will put my best people on it.”

With those final words, the General ushered them out of his office, bidding them farewell before closing the doors on them.

“My, that was fast!” Stephanie said, shifting her glasses when she saw ZRCN's sudden return. “Did your meeting go well?”

“Something like that,” Neela answered sarcastically.

Zelde grumbled something under her breath. She fumbled with something on her uniform. “Come on,” she said, turning to the group and gesturing for them to move. “Let’s head back to Cordovan’s place.”

At Zelde’s prompting, the team headed back to Cordovan’s home and were back there within twenty minutes due to an early airship. 

Once they had returned to the home and gotten changed into more casual clothes, Cordovan excused himself into the kitchen, whilst Zelde and Neela slipped into the living room, and Xanthos bounded upstairs to the bathroom. When he returned minutes later, he found Neela sitting on the bottom of the stairs, her scroll held tightly in one hand. She had probably tried to call Tilia again, Xanthos reflected sadly.

Walking down the remainder of the stairs, Xanthos sat on the same step as Neela and wrapped an arm around her. Neela in turn leaned her head into his shoulder a little bit. 

“How are you holding up, Nee?” he asked, as she pulled away a little. 

“I’ll be fine,” she answered. When Xanthos gave her an uncertain look, she flashed a genuine smile his way, and he eased up a little bit. “I’m still a little worried about Tilly and her team. As you know, we practically spoke every day if we could, so it feels weird not to have that option. I feel a little silly worrying though. Knowing Tilly she’s probably off swinging her sword somewhere, saving the masses.”

Xanthos laughed in agreement. “Yeah, from what I’ve seen she’s a strong woman. Remind me to never challenge her to arm wrestle or anything, I fear I’d walk away missing an arm.”

Neela smiled and began to laugh along with him. They were still laughing and talking a few minutes later when Wren returned home, jumping slightly to see the two youths sat there. Cordovan called out a greeting to her from the kitchen and then suggested everyone head back into the sitting room, as he would be bringing in some tea and snacks. At his suggestion, Xanthos and Neela followed his mother into the sitting room, getting comfy on the sofa next to Zelde. The older woman settled herself in an armchair by the window. 

Cordovan appeared a moment later carrying a tray laden with tea and snacks. He sat it down on the coffee table, pouring himself a cup of tea, before taking the armchair adjacent to his mother. Zelde also poured herself some tea, sipping at it gingerly whilst everyone else picked at what was on offer.

“So how did things go with, General Ironwood?” Wren inquired politely.

“About as well as you’d expect,” Cordovan responded grimly.

Wren gave the group a sympathetic glance, clearly sensing that they hadn’t gained Ironwood’s approval to pursue matters further. “He said no then?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Zelde confirmed. “He cited a lack of resources, which is understandable after what happened in Vale.”

“I did suggest we push on ahead ourselves,” Xanthos explained, drawing Wren's attention to him. “Or suggested a few good huntsmen to assist. I even brought up your name too.”

Wren shifted in her seat. “Of course, had circumstances been different, I would have been happy to assist, but unfortunately I am required to help get a handle on things in Essen. Some nasty Grimm issue, I’m afraid.”

Zelde paused to shake her head, emitting a deep sigh. “I just wish Ironwood had at least given us permission to look into matters further.”

“Technically he didn’t say no,” Neela pointed out.

Xanthos paused a minute to think back to the earlier conversation, and sure enough, as Neela had said, he hadn’t technically said no. He had merely advised them to leave things alone for now.

“You’re not suggesting we go after them without any permission are you?” Zelde asked with an incredulous tone, silver eyes shifting between her teammates.

“Again, Ironwood technically didn't say no,” Xanthos pointed out.

Surprisingly, Cordovan seemed shockingly on board with the suggestion. “We do have some old notes from Vernon to go on. It would be a strong start.”

“I can't believe you're all suggesting this,” Zelde raised a hand to her face, continuing to shake her head. “If we get caught we’ll be in so much trouble…”

“Does this mean you’ll be going after them then?” Wren asked with a tilt of the head.

“It would appear that way based on my teammates' enthusiasm,” Zelde responded.

Wren chuckled. “Very well,” Wren said, rising to her feet. Xanthos watched as she moved to a desk on the other side of the room, opened a drawer and proceeded to grab a pen and paper and jot something down. She handed the slip of paper to Zelde. “I dislike the idea of you four going after them alone, so consider this my way of helping. In a non-military capacity at least.”

Zelde glanced down at the note. “Oh, this is an address in Apex,” Zelde said with a hint of surprise in her voice. She handed the note over to Neela to look at. “What is this ‘help’ you’ve provided us with.”

“An old friend,” Wren responded plainly. “Someone who I’m sure will be willing to offer some assistance when going after these women.”

Xanthos wondered who this “old friend” might have been. A huntsman or huntress? Or perhaps another specialist like herself? He felt a growing sense of excitement at the possibility of getting to work with someone famous. 

Cordovan held his hand out for the note and Zelde passed it over to him. “This is Olive's address,” He said. “You don't think…?”

“Well, Helia might still say no Cordovan,” Wren pointed out. “She is very in demand as you well know.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Xanthos snapped his fingers, drawing attention back to him. “Helia wouldn't happen to be Helia Vines would it?”

Cordovan nodded. “The very same.”

“She's my goddaughter,” Wren added, proudly.

Xanthos was practically bouncing with excitement. Helia Vines. The very important, very notable, former Vytal winner, Helia Vines, could be assisting them on a mission. Just the very idea of meeting her would have been enough for Xanthos. Even if she said no, he could boast about having met her in person. 

“Do you think she’ll help?” Neela asked.

Wren shrugged. “Possibly. As I told Cordovan, she’s very in demand for missions, but last I heard she was taking a little break after some incident with her teammates.” The older woman frowned slightly. “I don’t know the whole story, only what Helia’s mother has told me, but I heard there was quite a bit of fallout between the four of them.”

Rather embarrassingly, Xanthos could not recall many of Helia’s teammates, save for perhaps the blonde-haired teammate she had competed in the doubles with. What he did remember is that they seemed to stay out of the limelight a lot, but when they were all shown together, they appeared to be friendly with each other. Something pretty bad must have happened to cause such a breakdown of their team.

Regardless of the state of her team, Xanthos reflected that Team ZRCN now had a metaphorical ace up their sleeve. If Candy or Wisteria tried their luck with them again, they would be ready with their own equally powerful backup.

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 1 REWRITE - CHAPTER 8

Following the failed investigation at Hargrave Manufacturing, ZRCN considers the next steps.

Cordovan

It had been just over two weeks since the confrontation at Hargrave Manufacturing. Bruised and worn down, Cordovan had reflected later that same night, just how lucky they had been to escape. There had been a number of difficult enemies the team had faced since they formed, but none had elicited quite the same response as Wisteria had. Their first meeting might have been brief, but it had been enough to leave a lasting impression.

After escaping the factory, it had not taken long for police to arrive, as well as a growing crowd of workers who had come to see what was going on. After clearing up things with the police, they had been passed into the care of what at first appeared to be a more senior officer, although as it turned out she was in fact an Atlesian Specialist - one who just so happened to be his mother.

Wren Honeycutt had greeted them all warmly, despite her surprise at seeing them all here. Apparently, she hadn't been informed of a team - much less a team of students - being present. 

After speaking with the officers present, Wren offered the team the chance to stay at their house, suggesting they take the opportunity to recuperate at home. There was a little discussion on ZRCN's behalf before they all agreed. Satisfied for now, Wren explained she would stay behind a little bit longer to ensure the eventual reports would be completed correctly. With a smile, she sent them on their way, leaving Cordovan to guide them to their home.

When they had first stepped outside, Cordovan had found himself fussed over by Zelde, who worried he might have passed out after the fight inside. Luckily, the fresh air seemed to have done him some good, and he no longer felt as light-headed as he had previously.

Cordovan took it upon himself to charter an airship to take them to his home in Mantle and an hour later, Team ZRCN found themselves in the safety and warmth of his home. Although initially dismissive of his mother's offer to recuperate at home, Cordovan had to admit it felt good being able to recuperate within the comforts of his own home. It was smaller than his childhood home, but after his parents had divorced and his father left, his mother had seen no point in continuing to live in such a large home, so they moved to a smaller house closer to the heart of Atlas. 

Once settled, the team began to get themselves ready to settle down for the night. Zelde and Neela had taken up the small spare room, whilst Cordovan sorted out a makeshift bed for Xanthos in his room.

Cordovan and Xanthos needed a longer time to rest than at first expected but once two days had passed, the team felt they were in a good enough position to wrap up the mission, or at least try to. 

In the days that passed, there seemed to be a consensus among the four of them that their attempted mission had been a complete failure, only serving to provide them with more unanswered questions.

Cordovan had relayed these doubts to his mother, who listened with a sympathetic ear, before offering a potential solution. “You should speak with James as soon as you can,” she had suggested, catching her son by surprise by the casual usage of General Ironwood’s first name. “I suspect he would have wanted to reach out to you soon anyway, regarding what happened at Verdant Storage and Hargrave Manufacturing. You should see if he’s willing to look into Candy and Wisteria for you.”

Cordovan nodded gently. General Ironwood had been a little reluctant to extend their mission according to Zelde, but perhaps, with what had happened at Hargrave Manufacturing, he might have been persuaded to explore things further.

Wren had paused momentarily to look her son straight in the eyes. “I don’t like the idea of you going up against her again, Cor. You were lucky not to have come off any worse than you did in this first fight with her, I hate to imagine how another one would play out.”

With his mother’s suggestion noted, Cordovan decided to broach the topic with his teammates the following morning, asking them to meet him in the sitting room after breakfast. His mother would not be due back till later in the day, so the hours they had to themselves would be perfect to discuss this.

As he came back downstairs from freshening up after breakfast, Cordovan spotted Zelde looking at some of the photographs on display in the hallway. He could hear Xanthos and Neela already talking in the sitting room, so took a moment to look at the photographs with Zelde.

When she sensed his presence, she turned her head and gave him a weak smile, before looking back at the photographs. She seemed particularly focused on one of a much younger Cordovan. “You look very happy here,” she said softly. “I don’t think I ever smiled this much at this age.”

Cordovan raised a brow. Zelde's words were not lost on him and he shifted awkwardly on the spot. Zelde did not often discuss her childhood but from little she had mentioned to the team, Cordovan got the impression that there weren't many fond memories to speak of.

“Don’t be fooled by the smile,” Cordovan said with a slight grin. The younger version of himself in the photo had a large grin on his face. “Just minutes before that was taken I was crying my eyes out because I lost a tooth. My father had to bribe me with the promise of sweets just to get me to smile.” He could still remember that day fondly. At the promise of sweets, he had soon settled down, but his mother had not been impressed when she learnt of the secret deal that had gone down between her husband and son.

Zelde was looking at him as he spoke, smiling softly as he recounted the story. When he finished she looked back at the photograph. “Your father sounds like he was a nice man.”

“Hmm, yeah,” Cordovan responded, voice trailing off. He didn't have the best relationship with his father anymore but as a young boy, he had greatly admired and looked up to him. It was a shame he had thrown it all away for nothing.

Zelde and Cordovan continued to look at the photos on display for a little while longer. Most of them were of him or his mother, those that had his father in had been put away long ago. Zelde picked up one photograph of a group of students around their age.

“Is this your mother's team?” She asked.

“Yep,” he responded, taking time to point out each member of the team in turn and give their name. “There's my mom, Lorelei Edurne, Olive Vines, and Stanford Whittle. They went by WLOW when they were a team.”

The four youths were all smiling in the picture, though the red-haired Lorelei's could be better described as a strained smile. It was strange to think they were around the same age as ZRCN in this picture. His mother looked especially young here, wearing a casual cream-coloured blouse tucked into a brown skirt. Her chestnut hair was worn loose save for a single braid to the side, which differed greatly from her now preferred style of having it in a neat ponytail.

“Hate to interrupt the lovely bonding session going on out here, but I thought we were supposed to be discussing what to do next?” Xanthos's voice sounded from behind them. As Zelde put the photo back down, Cordovan turned to see Xanthos leaning against the doorframe. 

“We were just coming, Ravi,” Cordovan said, following Zelde in brushing past him into the sitting room.

Neela, Xanthos, and Zelde all settled themselves on a sofa, whilst Cordovan seated himself in an armchair adjacent to it.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Xanthos asked drawing up his legs so he sat cross-legged on the sofa.

“Well, it's about what we should do next,” Cordovan started, earning some confused looks from his teammates.

Neela raised a brow. “In regards to the mission?”

“Yes,” Cordovan nodded in confirmation. “I know we all feel as though we did not accomplish as much as we would have liked with our mission, but I do not believe we should give up just yet.”

“I don’t know, Cor,” Xanthos cut in with a frown. 

 “Candy and Wisteria are still out there, and we still don't understand how big a role the Hargraves play in all of this,” Cordovan pushed, undeterred by Xanthos’s doubts.

“So what do you suggest we do? Do an unsanctioned mission to track  them down?” Xanthos paused a moment, before adding in a more enthusiastic voice, “Cause I'd be down for that.”

“Ravi, please,” Zelde warned, shooting him a glance. “We can't just do that. We'd need to tell someone first.”

“That was going to be my plan,” Cordovan confessed. “I spoke to my mother about this yesterday, and suggested we speak to General Ironwood about this, see if he'd be willing to help us look into things further regarding the Hargrave angle, and maybe sanction another mission.”

He did not miss Zelde and Xanthos sharing a glance between themselves. “Well, it’s worth a try,” Zelde said, but Cordovan noted she did not sound entirely convinced.

“You think he’ll say no?”

Zelde hesitated a moment before nodding. “You weren’t there when we spoke to him the last, Cordovan,” She said, looking at Xanthos briefly before continuing. “General Ironwood barely sanctioned the investigation the last time, even with the information we had from Vernon. And now that we did not succeed, I very much doubt he’d be swayed into letting us try again.”

“You were the one who just said it couldn’t hurt to try,” Xanthos pointed out.

“I did but we shouldn’t get our hopes up,” Zelde told him. Her silver eyes then found Cordovan’s and despite her hard tone, her expression softened towards him. “However, if you want to give this a real try, I will do what I can to help sway him to our cause.”

“We’ve got to try, right?” Cordovan gave her an appreciative smile.

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 1 REWRITE - CHAPTER 7

Team ZRCN goes in search of a further lead.

Zelde

After successfully taking care of Merlot and Saika, Team ZRCN spent the next few days attempting to resolve their mission. Whilst it could have been resolved sooner, the involvement with the Mistrali Police had slowed the completion down. Luckily, despite the delay, it was eventually resolved without too much issue and ZRCN were permitted to complete their mission.

It was pleasing to return the missing Princeton supplies but in the process of searching the warehouse, they had found clues and more stolen supplies that hinted to a far larger operation, and one that linked with several robberies that had occurred in Mantle.

Vernon had been able to explain some of what they found but there was even more he could not. Although their mission had only been to resolve the Princeton’s case, all of ZRCN had expressed an interest in potentially pursuing things further and trying to expose Farron Hargrave. It seemed like a difficult task, especially given that Vernon himself had struggled to make any real progress on that front, but he was happy to provide them with what information he could so long as they got permission.

Zelde had tasked herself with speaking to General Ironwood on their behalf that morning, with Xanthos accompanying her for, as he put it ‘moral support’. Cordovan would have offered himself but Zelde waved him off, telling him and Neela that they did not need to all be present as she was quite certain she could get the point across well enough.

With little else to do, Corodvan and Neela headed down to the training room for a few hours. As Zelde was unsure of when she would be finished, she thought it was a fine idea to keep themselves occupied.

Once Zelde and Xanthos had finished, they headed to the training room in search of their teammates. Figuring that they would be in the main room already, the two of them headed to the viewing area, where they were met by half of Team ZNIA - Noah Azouf and Ajax Hodios.

Ajax explained that Cordovan and Neela hadn’t been there long when Team ZNIA appeared and suggested the two of them join them for a little spar. Apparently Cordovan would have been happy enough to leave it as just the two of them, but Neela seemed quite keen on the idea. Luckily, Ajax and Noah elected to hold back now for the time being, allowing it to be a fair fight between them.

As Xanthos continued chatting with Noah and Ajax, Zelde stepped closer to the window, peering down below to watch. Cordovan was currently sparring with Zinnia, using his sword to counter and parry the strikes from her weapon in its sickle form. If they had both been using their weapons in their rifle forms, Zelde thought they'd have been fairly evenly matched. In their current state, Zinnia had the upper hand, her lighter weapon granting her more mobility. Cordovan did have a slight advantage in that he could still use his semblance.

Zinnia's semblance required the absorption of natural light, something which she could not tap into in this room of hard light constructs.

As Zinnia took a step back to land a heavy blow, Cordovan threw up a small shield, which her weapon collided with. As she pulled back, Cordovan dropped his shield, drawing back his sword and then swinging it at Zinnia. Her weapon hastily came up to parry it, but not fast enough to avoid the power behind the attack.

Zinnia took a step back, her back hitting against a stack of hard light cubes. Cordovan gripped his weapon tight, stalking towards her, intent on taking her out of combat. However, before he could, Isolde’s throwable shield came out of nowhere and disrupted his walk when it hit him on the shoulder. Cordovan looked around for the other woman and Zelde also looked, half expecting to spot her lingering nearby. Isolde was close enough to see the two of them and to have thrown her shield, but it seemed that once she recalled it to her, Isolde was quick to return her attention to Neela.

The training continued for some time and as Zelde continued to watch, she was joined by the rest of Team ZNIA and Xanthos. She and Ajax enjoyed talking battle strategy together, pointing out ledges or angles their teammates could use against each other. They shared similar strategies but Zelde was also interested to hear how he viewed certain things differently from her. There were some things she agreed with and even found to be quite insightful, but other suggestions she thought were just plain wrong.

Down below, Isolde was taking her chances with both Cordovan and Neela, having backed them into a tight corner. Zelde found it difficult to plan for a fight with the Azouf woman. Like her brother, Isolde could be as unpredictable and lethal in combat as she was when playing Remnant: The Game, which made it difficult to counter.

Isolde neatly deflected shots from Cordovan’s rifle with her shield, barely even breaking a sweat the entire time. Neela managed to get Isolde back by forming some ice crystals with her trident and then using her semblance to give herself and Cordovan an escape.

Although they were able to avoid Isolde, they were not so lucky when it came to Zinnia. From where she waiting on a platform of blocks, Zinnia shot a couple of warning shots at Cordovan and Neela. The first couple of shots caught their aura, but Cordovan was ready with a shield for himself on the last.

Zelde watched as her teammates looked around for Zinnia but she had already gone. From their position below, they could not see her using the platforms of hard light blocks to close in on them, using her weapon as a makeshift grappling hook to swing from one ledge to the other before dropping down between them. Cordovan was caught by surprise and quickly felled by Zinnia. Neela attempted to parry her, blocking a swing from her sickle with her trident, before ultimately falling to a quick shot from Zinnia who had swapped her weapon back to its rifle form.

“The spar is over,” Noah’s voice intoned over the speakers in the training room. “ Cordovan, Neela, both of your auras dropped to a critical level.”

Down below, Zelde could see the four combatants shifting around awkwardly before they shared a few light-hearted words. After holstering their weapons, the four of them took the elevator back up to the viewing platform. Xanthos was quick to rush over and commend Neela, whilst Cordovan, Zinnia, and Isolde came to stand with Zelde, Ajax, and Noah.

"That was impressive, Zinnia," Zelde commended. Neela and Xanthos were lagging behind in catching up, but all of Zinnia's teammates were beginning to crowd around her.

She waved Zelde's comment off playfully. "Oh, it wasn't that impressive. Just luck really. Neela would have had me out otherwise."

"You always impress me, sötnos," Noah Azouf blurted out suddenly. It took him a moment to realise what he had just said before his cheeks began to flush with colour. "I, um…I'm going to see about getting the room set up for me and Ajax."

The two boys quickly departed and Isolde followed close behind, flashing an amused grin at Zinnia before joining her twin and teammate.

“So…” Neela said, her tone innocent but her expression betraying the ribbing she was about to give Zinnia.

Zinnia made a groaning sound, holding a hand out to try to stop her. “Please don’t.”

“You and Noah, huh?” Neela chuckled, raising her brow.

“It's not like that,” Zinnia said before shaking a head. “It's…complicated? No, no, that's the wrong word for it.” Her gaze moved over to her teammates, who were still trying to set up the room. “To be honest, I’m not sure what we are. I mean we've flirted a little and went on one date but we've never given ourselves an official title or anything. I suppose we're still trying to figure it out ourselves.”

Although she had never been in a relationship herself, Zelde nodded in understanding. It must have been hard for the two of them to try and pursue a relationship between all their training and various huntsmen activities. That, and the Atlas dormitories offered little in the way of privacy, so Zelde would have been surprised if they even managed to find any private moments for themselves.

“Do you mind if I steal my team away from you?” Zelde asked, eager to share the news she and Xanthos had received from General Ironwood.

“Sure,” Zinnia smiled. “Thanks for the spar!” She gave Cordovan and Neela and thumbs up before departing to rejoin her teammates.

“How did it go with the General?” Cordovan asked once the other woman was out of earshot.

“He was a little reluctant at first but after explaining the situation to him and how we felt there was something larger at play, the General was willing to consent to a further investigation,” Zelde explained.

Xanthos pushed out his chest. “My charms never fail!” He boasted.

Zelde rolled her eyes but her lips twitched faintly. More so in amusement at the fact that Xanthos had barely said anything during that meeting as opposed to his supposed charming of General Ironwood.

“If you were both willing, I thought we might head out to Hargrave Manufacturing this evening?” Zelde prompted.

Cordovan and Neela shared a glance before Neela shrugged. “Well, we’ll need a little bit to recover after the spar, but I’m open to the idea if you are, Cor?”

“I am also fine with it,” Cordovan nodded. “Once we’ve rested of course.”

**

Three hours later, on the opposite side of the city, the team had finally arrived at Hargrave Manufacturing. From the outside it was not very impressive, being what you’d expect from a manufacturing plant. As it was nearing nighttime now, there were few people around, though even from outside they could still hear the sounds of machines working away from within.

It took some time to get into the place, Xanthos was eventually able to jimmy open a locked back door, and they slipped inside. To Zelde’s surprise, the place didn’t seem particularly secure, and besides one solitary security guard at the entrance, there was little in the way of protection. Avoiding any workers they stumbled across, using a number of concealed spots, they all were able to eventually slip inside the building. The main factory floor had at least four assembly lines, two of which were active. Clearly, these were automatic machines, as no workers were operating them. Dotted around the room were little trolleys carrying various pieces of metal, and some crates lined the back wall. There was a pair of double doors at the rear of the factory floor, leading to what Zelde assumed to be either storage or another production room. A single staircase led up to a balcony and a windowed room which appeared to be an office of sorts.

“Neela and I will investigate the office,” Zelde told her team as they paused for breath behind one of the machines. Looking at Cordovan and Xanthos, she gestured to some of the crates lining the wall. “You two stay down here and see what you can find. Try not to cause any trouble.” She looked pointedly at Xanthos as she said this.

Splitting up, Zelde waited a moment to watch as the boys made their way to the side of the room, before nodding to Neela to carry on their way. They moved up the stairs slowly, careful not to make too much noise, and as soon as they had reached the balcony they kept low and close to the wall. Stopping by the window, Zelde took a small look inside. It turned out to not be an office but rather a security room with one man manning a computer system.

Zelde held up a finger to indicate there was one person to deal with, before gesturing for the two of them to enter. Despite best efforts to enter quietly, the man saw them approaching in the glare of the monitors and turned to stop them. Fortunately, Neela was quicker to react, and a few well-timed kicks sent him to the floor.

Zelde was moved to look at the monitors, whilst Neela searched his body for anything useful. The monitors displayed a number of camera feeds one of which had been focused on where they had entered before. She quietly wondered if he had spotted them at all. As she continued to look at the monitors she was certain she saw a casually dressed figure approaching the building in one of the screens.

“Umm, Zelde?”

The sound of Neela’s voice caught her attention, and before she could get a good look at the screen, she found herself looking back at her teammate. Neela was holding up a tiny earpiece, with a worried expression on her face. And for good reason, it would seem, as Zelde could hear the faint chatter of a woman on the other end.

“He was communicating with someone,” Neela said, confirming Zelde’s growing fear.

No sooner had she said it, did the wail of a siren punctuated the air, followed by the sound of something metallic hitting the floor from down below. Realising either Xanthos or Cordovan had been spooked, both girls went for the door, but practically tumbled backwards into the room, when rapid-fire gunshots could be heard below.

“Get your scroll out,” Zelde instructed, doing her best to keep her voice level and calm. “Call for the police. I’m going to see who is shooting.”

With a nod, Zelde left Neela alone for a moment, slipping out the balcony and peering over. A woman with reddish-pink hair was firing bullets in the direction of where Xanthos and Cordovan were hiding. They seemed cornered which was troubling, but Zelde could see Cordovan managing to fire back a few shots when the woman paused to reload. They had to get down there and help, but there was no way she or Neela would make it down those stairs without some cover or a distraction.

A moment later Neela appeared beside her. Zelde was about to mention they tried catching the attention of one of their teammates when she saw the expression on Neela’s face.

“What’s wrong?” Zelde asked.

“I couldn’t get through!” Neela responded quickly. “The signal was down or something! I can’t get through to anyone.”

“Try mine,” Zelde offered, handing her scroll to Neela to try, before looking over the edge again. She managed to get Xanthos’ attention, who promptly nudged Cordovan to look up as well.

“No good,” Neela suddenly said, passing the scroll back to Zelde. Before she put it away, Zelde could see for herself that she had no signal. “What are we going to do now?”

“We’ve got to get down there somehow,” Zelde said, “I’ll see if Xanthos can give us a distraction, can you maybe use your semblance for a little extra help?”

“I can try.”

“Good. Do it.”

With a little trepidation, Neela stepped forward, and holding her arms over the balcony started to produce her misty semblance. Zelde wasn’t sure how well it would work, but it was something at least. Grabbing Xanthos’ attention, she gestured for him to hit one of the machines with his whip.

With Cordovan’s help, Xanthos was able to inch forward a little, to stand and strike one of the machines. He had infused it with dust, and a crackle of electricity sparked as it hit the machine, which groaned to a halt. This seemed to catch the woman’s attention a little, as she turned her gun in that direction, almost as though expecting someone to be there. With this little error in judgment, Zelde and Neela made for the stairs, not quite reaching the bottom before the woman turned and saw them. Wanting to give Neela more cover, Zelde fired at her, which caught her by surprise. Attempting to shield herself, she had raised her rifle to protect her, only for it to fly out of her hand when struck by some of the bullets. As Zelde raced to join her team, she noticed that the woman’s aura flared in her hands, clearly in response to having the rifle shot away.

“Attack her now!” Zelde cried.

Cordovan and Neela were first to attack, with Cordovan’s Braveheart in its sword form. Neela’s spear struck her in the abdomen and the woman fell backwards, her aura flaring up again. Although her teammates had done well to push her back so far, the last hit had left her in reaching distance for her weapon, and she had managed to grab it and shift it into a sword form, which she was now using to parry Neela’s strikes.

She was certainly not the fastest, but the pink-haired woman was able to keep up with the team and deflect some of their hits - at least for a while. After a solid ten minutes of combat, Zelde noticed something strange - the woman seemed to almost purposely be allowing herself to get hit. She seemed to avoid large blows, but every so often she appeared to almost purposely get in the way of an attack, her aura flaring up in response to the direct blows to her body. Unfortunately for Zelde, she realised that not all was as it seemed a little too late.

The woman dropped to her knee suddenly, after ducking to avoid a swing from Cordovan. Zelde attempted to motion for her team to stop, but Xanthos didn’t see her and was already about to attack again before Zelde could stop him.

“Xanthos, wait!” Zelde cried out, turning around to attempt to stop him. But it was too late. He lashed out with his whip, and in response, the woman had raised one of her arms, the whip curling around it, and allowing her to grip it tightly. She slowly began to stand back up, her body now appearing to give off a reddish-pink glow, not unlike her aura. With a sharp tug, she pulled at the whip, dragging Xanthos forward with alarming strength. He attempted to dodge out of her way but was struck in the shoulder by her other fist, which sent him toppling to the side.

The next few attacks were difficult. The older woman no longer appeared to have much difficulty in deflecting their attacks. And now it appeared as though the tables had switched. She seemed stronger now, quicker as well, managing to knock them aside on some hits. Zelde wondered if this sudden surge in strength was her semblance, and that by allowing the team to deplete her aura, they had unwillingly triggered it.

Cordovan and Neela seemed to suffer the brunt of the woman’s attacks, being pushed back numerous times when they attempted to attack. Xanthos and Zelde had fared a little better, though a sharp kick had knocked Xanthos into one of the other machines, and winded him for the time being.

Just as she began to fear how long she’d be able to keep up, the woman seemed to slow, tiring almost. She parried a few hits from Neela before finally seeming to give up. Winded slightly, she appeared to wobble on the spot, leaning against one of the machines for support.

Hesitantly the team lowered their weapons and Xanthos struggled back to his feet, having remained there since the woman had knocked him down.

“I must admit I expected more,” Cordovan muttered, the blades of his sword retracting into the stock of his gun.

“I agree,” Neela added, “this seemed a little too easy.”

“Well, that’s probably because you didn’t face anyone with any real talent.”

A voice behind them made them all swivel around to look at the door that likely backed into another room. Even the red-haired woman turned, much like the team, seeming rather unimpressed to see the figure standing there.

The voice belonged to another woman. She had lavender hair styled in an inverted bob, and eyes a shade of striking green. She had lightly tanned skin, mostly unblemished save for a healed scar on her chin. Under a thin, dark purple jacket with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, she wore a high-necked dark grey shirt and an armoured corset over that. She wore trousers the same colour as her jacket and heeled boots that came to just below her knees. Although her weapon wasn’t visible, Zelde could see a holster at her waist, partially concealed by her jacket.

This new woman went to crouch beside the pink-haired woman, inclining her head as though curious. “Having trouble, Candy?” She asked the pink-haired woman in a mocking tone.

Candy grumbled something under her breath and shook her head. “I’m fine, Wisteria.” She responded curtly. As she pulled herself up onto her hands and knees, she gave ZRCN a withering glare.  “Just take care of this.”

With a wicked grin, Wisteria stood up straight and turned her attention to the team. “With pleasure.” She proceeded to bow to them.

It was then that Zelde was struck by a growing sense of unease. It almost felt as though she were afraid, but at the same time, it felt almost unnatural, as though she knew she didn’t have any real reason to be this fearful. Looking at her teammates, she saw that Neela and Cordovan had similar expressions on their faces, and she wondered if they were feeling the same way.

Before any of them had much time to react, Wisteria lunged for them, going straight for Zelde. Initially caught off guard, Zelde narrowly dodged her attack, a hand scrambling for her gun to retaliate. When she had it in her hand she swung out but Wisteria avoided it, practically doing a backflip to get out of the way. She avoided many of Zelde’s attacks with ease, moving with a speed that Zelde couldn’t quite match. Still, despite this, Wisteria had only made one attempt to properly attack.

After dodging a few more of Zelde’s attacks, Wisteria finally responded. After throwing a few punches in Zelde’s direction, she shifted into going for a roundhouse kick to Zelde’s head. Just as Zelde moved to avoid it she heard a noise that sounded like that of a blade sliding out and was alarmed to see what appeared to have been a concealed blade in her heel aiming for her head. Wanting to get out of the way, Zelde forced herself to fall backwards, narrowly avoiding cracking her head on one of the machines as she hit the the floor.

Wisteria stood over, cocking her head in fake sympathy. “What’s the matter? Feeling a little scared are we?”

She began to laugh a little but was cut off as a yellow blur crashed into her. To Zelde’s great relief, Xanthos had come to her rescue. As Neela and Cordovan pulled her to safety, Zelde watched as Xanthos and Wisteria fought on the floor. They seemed evenly matched at first, but Xanthos, still weakened from his earlier bout with Candy, was quickly overpowered. 

Xanthos lay sprawled on his back, with Wisteria straddled over him, pinning his arms to the floor temporarily. Wisteria hissed something into his ear, before releasing his arms, grabbing his head and slamming it into the floor. Once she clambered off of him, she moved towards Candy, who was waiting nearby with a hand over her waist.

“Stop playing, Wisteria!” Candy urged. “We need to go!”

Zelde was close enough to hear Wisteria muttering under her breath. “Playing?”

As Wisteria helped Candy to flee, Cordovan rushed to help Xanthos struggling to get him back to his feet. Meanwhile, Wisteria and Candy reached the door they had likely entered through, but Wisteria stopped when  saw Cordovan helping Xanthos. She gestured for Candy to carry on without her, before reaching for something in a back pocket with one hand, and the other going for the pistol holstered at her waist. Zelde didn’t see what she grabbed at first but felt her heart sink when she saw a bright orange dust crystal thrown at her teammates.

With a smile and a shrug of her shoulders, Wisteria aimed her revolver at the crystal. “There’s nothing personal, it’s just business.”

Zelde was barely able to shout at the two of them to run before Wisteria shot the crystal and it unleashed a fiery explosion.

Sensing there would be little time to move, Cordovan had quickly put up a shield, but it was no match for the force of the explosion, and fell apart easily, sending them both flying backwards. Zelde and Neela avoided the blast for the most part though the force had still knocked them back as well. To her relief, Cordovan and Xanthos looked to have avoided getting majorly hurt, though neither of them was moving much. With the sirens kicking in again, and fire spreading into the machines following the blast, Zelde knew this battle had been lost. There would be no point in chasing after the two women who had since disappeared in the commotion. The most important thing right now was to get her team away from the smoke and fire and outside to safety.

Neela ran towards Xanthos to get him back up, whilst Zelde went for Cordovan, who upon closer inspection seemed on the verge of losing consciousness. Zelde kept speaking to him to keep him alert, but she suspected if he stopped he would likely hit the floor and be impossible to move.

Helping the boys up onto their feet, Zelde urged her team to begin to evacuate the building. A lot of smoke was coming off the machines now, several of them having been heavily damaged by Wisteria’s explosive tactic to flee.

Neela was supporting Xanthos and Zelde had Cordovan’s arm over her shoulder, attempting to keep him upright despite their height difference.

“Come on,” Zelde said, looking between the four of them. “Let’s get out of here before any more of us get hurt.”