Poking Holes (OPEN)

[Avaria Umbra]

Avaria's walk always seemed to intimidate others. Perhaps it was the way she strode with utmost mechanical efficiancy, not caring for emotion or confidence to show in her steps. But today she walked with a different stride. She pretended to be a normal girl, walking around town doing normal things. Her feet would be a dead giveaway as to what she was, which was why she wore shoes over them today, and thigh-high stockings over her gunmetal legs. She also wore a light jacket over her usual outfit, to hide her arms. This operation required care and precision, which was why the leader of the White Fang had chosen Avaria personally. For the purpose of blending in, Avaria left Curse Bearer stashed in an alley that she knew was controlled by her allies.

The girl hurried along through the busy street, headed for a small independant Dust shop. She shouldered her way through a small group of people peering through shop windows, brushing past a couple other girls dressed in school uniforms. At the end of the street, she made her way into her target. The store owner looked up from a magazine he was reading and smiled before returning to the magazine. Avaria quietly made her way to an unpopulated side of the shop, taking a look around to make sure there were no cameras or witnesses.

Seeing none, Avaria lifted the sleeve of her jacket, revealing her forearm. The compartment within slid open, revealing a metal cylinder with several multicolored wires hooked into it. She took the thing out of her arm, allowing the compartment to close itself. Avaria flipped the thing over, checking the timer on the back. It was set for eight minutes. More than enough time for what she had planned. Thumbing the activation button, she deposited the object under a shelf, and left the rest to the manufacturer. Making her way back to the front of the store, she picked a small bag designed for carrying Dust crystals at random. "Hello," she said to the shop keeper, adopting a cheery smile, "I would like this bag, please. It'll go great with my uniform." The shop keeper exchanged pleasantries with her while she purchased the item, then she hurried out of the store and walked into a cafe with a view of the store front, ordering a coffee.

The brown fluid sat in front of her at the window table she had chosen as she pretended to fiddle with her scroll, watching the store she had sabotaged from her peripheral vision. The time had come, and she could see the bomb had been properly made. She looked up from her scroll, an expression of horror plastered to her face even though she internally felt nothing. The store had a perfectly spherical bite taken out of it, brick, foundation, raw Dust, shelves, merchandise and glass all compressed into one tight space about the size of a coin. The violet Dust bomb was something that hadn't been used since the wars so long ago, and its effects were perfect for the kind of terrorism the White Fang had planned. Hitting the store showed that they were through collecting Dust. Now they were acting, ready to start taking things apart brick by brick.

[Casia Rabt]

Taking a stroll on a such a nice day to pick up a few necessities for his living quarters that Beacon doesn't supply seemed like a great idea for Casia at first, and picking up the food items first was also a great idea apparently it kept him from being caught in the explosion of the dust around the corner. Which now he would have to go check out as it is his duty even if he had other plans that involved cooking a nice meal and taking a well deserved day long rest, but guess that plan has to be moved back. Walking over to the site of the explosion Casia would soon find that the lack of debris outside of the vicinity that was the shop seemed to be non-existent and looked to be more of an implosion. "Detective Rabt you are a genius." The purple haired hunter spoke to himself aloud as he kept his bag of groceries hanging around his wrist.

Taking the time to turn his head around and look into the soon growing crowd and upwards for any incriminating faces. Of course his assumption as well as everyone else's would be that the White Fang took a shot at Vale's community and set off a bomb to send a message. Yet he wouldn't want people to get up in arms over every faunus around here and blaming them and it'd be a great instance to escape assuming they stayed to watch their work happen. "Help." A weak groan was heard over the crowds growing murmurs and Casia stepped into the what was a dust shop hastily searching the debris for the one calling for help amongst the compressed debris small sparks and flames spouting here and there as a result of the remaining dust ignited surprisingly it didn't cause a secondary explosion... yet. 

"Sir keep talking to me I'm here to save you but I need to do it quick otherwise you might be caught in another explosion!" Casia said loud yet calmly his demeanor grew a tad more serious when he realized that business hours we're still going and how he'd forgotten to immediately check to see if anyone was caught in the blast. "I'm underneath the counter help me please!!" The panicked voice speaks up and the shifting of some rubble alerts Casia to where the man's voice is coming from. Not wasting anymore time then he had already Casia stepped over to the movement and bent down to help lift the large slab of wood off the man underneath and helped up. Nearly dragging the man out of the store as he leaned on Casia's shoulder he rushed to the other side of the street, the crowd disbanded moments after he stated there was possibility of a second blast from the dust. Luckily the containers kept them from being too exposed at least long enough for him to get this guy out of there.

[Avaria Umbra]

Avaria watched as the hunter she had clashed with not long ago rescued the shop owner from the wreckage of the now-ruined Dust shop. She noticed that he kept looking in the direction of the raw Dust, probably expecting it to go off. Had this been a conventional bomb, it probably would have by now. But violet Dust bombs were different, manipulating gravity in such a way that compressed everything within a set perimiter into an unrecognizable mass, usually anywhere from the size of a coin to the size of a tennis ball. It was a far more nefarious weapon, and didn't care who or what it ate, as long as it was fed.

The artificial girl stood from her table and waleked out into the crowd of people now gathered around the scene of destruction, and watched with an expressionless face as the hunter told everyone to flee. She stayed, leaning against a wall with her arms folded and waiting for him to notice her. She wanted to exchange words with the man, at least names, so she could better understand her enemy.

[Casia Rabt]

After clearing the shop keeper out of the rubble and bringing him off to the other side of the street Casia checked the man for any serious injuries and to his relief the shop keep would be alright outside of a few cuts and bruises. That left Casia to resume his scan of the scene searching the streets for anyone suspicious even though by now they'd probably be long gone. Soon he'd end up catching a familiar sight of the girl he'd clashed with a few nights ago at the docks. So before even turning around Casia opened his mouth only to bite back the words he truly wanted to say and fully turned around to face her with a forced smile.

"So would you care to tell me why you would go that trouble to get my attention when you could have just called." Casia spouted towards the white haired girl. His calm was only being maintained by the fact that no lives were lost today and also the fact that he didn't have his weapons on him, so for now he'd simply wait for the right time to subdue.

[Avaria Umbra]

Avaria read the passive-aggressive expression on the man's face and knew to keep a safe distance. Even though she knew she had a distinct advantage against him in an unarmed fight, it would still have been unwise to cause a scene. Unwanted attention might expose her too soon for her purposes, and that was something she would avoid if she could. "Don't flatter yourself," she said, her tone neutral, "this wasn't for your attention. I'm only doing what's been asked of me, nothing more." At this, she put her hands on her hips, gently enough that the metal on metal didn't clank. "I'm just as much of a pawn in this as you are. I'll admit that I question the morality of both sides, but it's not my place to decide."

The girl turned to leave the scene of the crime before the authorities or media arrived, but turned her head before walking away. "I'll tell you my name before I go, if you tell me yours. It's Avaria." Facing forward again, the android walked away nonchalantly, turning into the nearest alley. From there she would find her way to where Curse Bearer was hidden, then she would report to her superiors that the job had been done, though they would no doubt see it on the news before she got there. The message had been sent, and she would no doubt be sent on another mission. At the back of her mind, the troubling thought of the morality of it all was still getting to her, infuriating her to the point that she considered just leaving and avoiding both sides of the argument. She knew that wouldn't answer any of her questions about who she was, though, so she simply gritted her teeth and awaited what was to come.