Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160530233456

(Order is in the title, Discussion thread: http://rwbyfanon.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:170072)

Dust Mccree sat by the trunk of a coolabah tree. He chewed on the butt of his unlit cigar, and beat his hat, to dash off the flys that circled his head. Though he may have looked like a common hobo, just underneath his poncho, and trenchcoat, he had two, large revolvers, and another big, black rifle slung on his back.

He checked a watch on the inside of his coat constantly, fully expecting his pupils to show up on the dot, and not a second later. Timing for a hunter was crucial, there was no point walking around as a one-man Arsenal if you were too late to save anyone. Mobility was as much important as strength and firepower.

Ha sighed, and grabbed his guitar, strumming in it experimentally, tuning it, and then finally playing a bush song, singing softly with his accented, rustic voice. The pilot behind the bullhead leaned back, meanwhile, listening to the tune. Dust had known him for quite a while, and they both knew each other's quirks, dislikes, and likes.

He had already received permission from Ozpin to do this mission the way he had planned. It would take, in total, around four days, the first would be spent hunting Grimm, inflating their ego, and the next three would be for the more....harrowing events. Hunters needed to be resourceful, and understand how to fight when all the odds were against them.

These days would be hard for him, as well. He had received information that one of his students would be a specialiser in Guerrila warfare. He would have to make sure that their aura supplements of Ghoul slime were less than usual. He wanted it to be as hard to survive as possible. Additionally, he needed a quick stubbie, he deserved a long draught of beer.

He smiled, still playing his guitar, and singing, even as he saw the first few recruits walking towards the drop-zone. 