Thread:DustpeltX/@comment-26130256-20150919164919/@comment-26130256-20150923052257

Still a couple of things that need fixed. Rather than making you trial-and-error it, allow me to help with some edits of my own:

"Azzie, please pardon my intrusion." a higher pitched voice pleaded from Azzie's Scroll, "Boss Violet gave us your request, and we processed your search; would you like the data now or later?"

"I would like it now, since we're finally not being shot at." The magician replied gently, sensing insecurity in his voice. The group rounded a corner of a large building but at a distance, the sound of gun shots, clashing of blades and revving of engines could still be heard at a constant intensity. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name." Azzie assured the man in a friendly matter.

"Yes of course, my apologies, sending data to your scroll now, sir." The man replied skittishly. "Ah, th-there's no need for the mention of my name, but my code-name is designated as Dust, addressing me by that should suffice." The sound of rapid button clicks could be heard from the Scroll and a confirming beep fof the device signaled the transaction. Next, the man began to clear his throat, "The group calls itself The White Truth and is classified as a religion under the government. Therefore it enjoys tac exemptions and religious freedoms most organisations usually do not benefit from.

Their faith centers around the worship of Grimm as punishment from God and are sometimes viewed as the physical manifestation of negative thoughts and emotions.

The founder is a man by the name of Mister Fred Phillips, a survivor of the Mountain Glen event. There he lost his family and is believed to be the point of conception of the group.

Currently, they operate as a small religious group providing humanitarian aid to poor regions of the country."

"Are we talking about the same group?" Azzie pressed, a tad confused as to the conflicting pictures Dust was currently painting versus the one's they witnessed. "Not to insult your skills, but we got hit by a professional sniper team back there.  Which I'm told is not the best way to spread peace and love."

"Sorry, Azulius, I'm just giving you the official story first.  Now, for my more underground sources..."

The man cleared his throat again.

"In the criminal underworld, The White Truth is known for their large scale scams that play on the heart-strungs of weak-willed and hopeful people. Most of their funding comes from fraud and the selling of saving an individual's sould in exchange for money or planting a seed, usually a donation to help with the group's cause.

For many crime groups, a special donation can be made to the group with a name attached to the sum. The individual who was named is usually reported as missing several days later. On top of that, several police reports have been filed regarding the murders of several police officers and a damaged property close to Beacon by a woman related to the group. Desription states she had bleach white hair, around 6 feet tall and sports a black mask. Reports vary and usually stem from gossip of Beacon students on social media sites.

Other reports of another, similar white haired women have also been found but descriptions are lacking save for a white porcelain mask.

Finally, after going through the school data base, one student, by the name of Rayne Annarosé seemed to have connection as well.

This individual by the name of Vale has no results tied to it, bit the name of Vettle brings up an old record of a former Hunter presumed dead.

That is all my team was able to dig up. I hope it helps. I also recorded my narration and sent a copy of the audio to your scroll. Also, Boss Violet would also like a word with you."

Several beeps went by before an automated voice resumed.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">"YOUR CALL IS BEING TRANSFERRED, PLEASE WAIT."

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">the audio resumed after several seconds.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">"So," Violet broke out without hesitation, "get what you needed, Zulie?"

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">A long sign sigh came from Azzie, but before a response could be made, Violet interrupted again.

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;">"Oh, and before I forget.  The four pounds was my share for setting up this little deal.  I may have promised the... IT guys you'd bring them five or six pounds of N.I. also.  Just drop that by the office when you get the chance, or I may have 'Dust' start working his magic on your bank accounts..."

<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">With a click, she hung up.