Thread:DustpeltX/@comment-26130256-20150919164919/@comment-13593058-20150922185029

I fixed most of it but I'm posting it here for you to look over before I post it just in case.

"Azulius, sir, please pardon my intrusion." a higher pitched voice pleaded from Azzie's Scroll, "At Lady Violet's request, we have processed your search; would you like the data now or later, sir?"

"I would like it now, if you please..." 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." 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 you certain you have the right group?" Azzie pressed, a tad confused as to the conflicting pictures Dust was currently painting versus the one's they witnessed. "Of course, I have no intention of criticising your skills as an intelligence gatherer but the group we encountered were assisting in handing out death and destruction rather than peace and love."

"My apologies, Azulius, I only wish to provide the full picture which includes information from the public domain, I will move on to our underground sources."

The man clear 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, Master Azulius. I hope it will prove useful to you. I have also recorded my narration and sent a copy of the audio to your scroll. Lady Violet would also like a word with you."

Several beeps went by before an automated voice resumed.

"YOUR CALL IS BEING TRANSFERRED, PLEASE WAIT."

the audio resumed after several seconds.

"So," Violet broke out without hesitation, "did my guy have what you needed, Zullie?"

A long sign sigh came from Azzie, but before a response could be made, Violet interrupted again.

"Oh, and don't worry about the goods, I already had Dust over here take out enough for the 4 pounds... Oh and a couple extra from your savings as a tip for the team. Thanks for treating us with office coffee!"

With a click, she hung up.