Colors of Remnant

Castor was no stranger to running errands for his…let’s say friends from the shadows, but usually they would have the decency of throwing jobs at him when he wasn’t busy with school, even worse yet they had the nerve to drop him the detail of this little errand while he in on school grounds. He found himself in a rather fowl mood at the moment remembering an all too familiar filthy roaster crashing through the window during one of the classes and started a riot, somehow the dam bird was able to drop a small scratched up paper by Castor without anyone noticing. All it had was to meet up at a certain location.

The location for this special meeting seemed deliberate to avoid any potential eavesdropping from unwanted guests , The Forever Fall forest was “home” to many creatures of Grimm. Though there was one specific monster Castor had his mind focused on. An enormous horse Grimm, unlike any other creature he had seen before. He may have survived the fight with the beast but given he could not confirm the kill it was considered a draw at best in his mind. Who knows if he’s lucky this meeting will have more info about where the dam thing came from? Castor would take his time walking through this forest filled with deadly monsters without a care in the world, spending time outside the kingdoms taught a little bit about avoiding the attraction of these creatures rather easily for the most part.

What was harder to stay away from where other people and –

Before he could finish train of thought a large ursa Grimm came bursting through the woods, it had almost caught him off guard coming from behind, almost like it waited for him to just get close enough to spring it’s trap. Grimm that did more than howl and charge blindly weren’t all that uncommon, but to lie in wait for potential “prey” spoke to something bigger at work here. Regardless Castor could finally blow off some steam and he just found the perfect punchy bag. Castor easily dodged the monster’s initial charge with a quick sidestep and turn, normally he would drop into his usual stance but...curiosity got the better of him and he simply waited for the bear to make its next move. He was confident he could take this thing on without using his semblance, he’s done it before. Besides, whoever he was supposed to meet at this meeting could wait till he was done playing with the overgrown teddy bear made of knives. Not like the note said gave any specific details on this meeting anyways.

Raizel had taken great care with the initial message she had sent though she had to admit that perhaps using a rooster for the message had been a bit much, but no one would ever say that Raizel Black wasn't one for the most chaotic of approaches. It was with this in meeting in mind that found her observing as her fellow student fought the Ursa that had chosen to attack him, she of course had one of her weapons drawn ready to assist if it seemed like things were going poorly. Though her modicum of concern was proven unneeded when Castor finally cut the Ursa down, now she had many options for her debut so she chose the most theatrical.

She activated her semblance becoming intangible and proceeded to walk through a tree that was directly in his line of sight, deactivating her semblance seconds later so she could now lean against the aforementioned tree. Her lips painted black with her signature black lipstick and as was typical she wore tight black pants paired with black combat boots and a crop top that left her mid riff exposed along with a decent amount of cleavage. Her dual toned eyes raked the young man over with what could best be described as an appraising gaze, her tongue coming out to lick over dark lips than pushing off the tree to walk towards him swaying her hips casually until she stopped roughly arms length away.

"Castor Achromos, Glad to see you could meet me here on time. My name is Rosa Callows, but you might know me here as Raizel Black. If you haven't already guessed I'm not part of your group but rather part of one of my own, but that being disregarded; I have a business deal to offer you. One that will benefit both of us in the end as equals." Her lips curved into a wicked smirk, a glint of madness in her eyes even as the piercings along her eyebrows would be noticed due to a sliver of sunlight through the canopy catching on the metal.

Castors dealt with Grimm this size plenty of times already, so much so that dodging the bear monster’s swipes barely counted as a work out anymore for him. Punching the dam thing though? Well, that was a different story as Castor casually launched a flurry of punches, jabs, and haymakers into the monster whenever it missed its attack. If this was a fight back home maybe he’d tried delay his movement to last possible second to make it look like the bear was within a hair breath of killing him, make a show of it, make money impress so cute girls. Anyways it was about time he finished the murder teddy bear. Castor would blight passed it last few swipes right in the monster’s jaws where it tried in vain to take a bite out of him. If the dam thing wanted something chew on so badly then Castor would oblige the poor bastard by shoving his entire right hand through it’s neck before the Ursa could make contact with its bone crushing jaws. The Grimm’s “body” soon turned to nothing, such a shame Castor always wished you could make stuff out of Grimm…

Now that his “fight” was over a new guest quickly caught his attention as she slipped through a tree and made herself known, quickly introducing herself as the one who set this meeting up. Castor was initially unsure what to think of this new person. He knew there was more than one crime group houses within Vale, but it didn’t explain why she wanted to talk to him. But it does explain one thing though, she might not have known but that bird she used to deliver the message wasn’t some random person’s pet but in fact a person of significant importance to Mama Bridgette. The current de facto leader of the crime family he's supposedly representing in this “meeting.” Knowing that bird would never live down the shame of being used as an errand boy made Castor curl a smile of his own.

“Great to meet ya, miss black...” Castor said trying his best to sound “professional...he was never good at the formal crap though.” He figured she had been watching his earlier fight earlier trying to gauge his ability and character, what concerned him though was look in her eyes. Granted he wasn’t exactly a boy scout by any means, and he reviled in his own vice like anyone else. But the glint in her eyes made it very clear she knew how to kill, Castor felt worst case scenario he could beat or fighter her off if it came to it.

BUT

She had came with an offer…it’d be a shame not to hear her out.

“all right, I’ll bite what you got in mind?”