A Gathering of Raven's

A lot had gone on in the recent year. From Dellapero's return to the frontlines in these endless wars to the countless world-changing confrontations he took part in.The war for Iceland that fed into the war on the moon. The creation of the black world, the corruption of thousands by Shadowfall and the millions slaughtered along the way. The world had become a chaotic place, a realm of pain and strife where darkness was overcoming everything else. Even now there were two more grand battles on the horizon, ones he'd be sure not to miss. Even with his personal victory in both wars he took part in before, it hadn't been enough to salvage things. And with the death of Azure? He no longer had much reason to remain with the Vanguard.. Not that he'd abandon them, but he had no intention of restricting himself to Hayden's new order. It wasn't a bad thing, but it just wasn't his style. He needed to be free to act on his own volition and carry out his righteous will his own way. Maybe with those ties removed, he could finally move on his own ambition to save this world from the agonizing place it had become.

But there was a new problem he had to face. with that decision. Dellapero didn't have much in terms of resources or renown and influence. Though he had been a warrior for countless years, his name didn't have much sway to it. Just another figure out in the midst of chaos. So getting people to cooperate when he needed them to could be problematic. However, as he departed from the Vanguard, he did pick up on some anonymous information about another faction on the other side of the world. It wasn't even on the same scale as what the Vanguard once held, but it would be enough to get him the basic recognition needed for what he wanted to do. But the main draw was what he heard about how it operated. A mostly laissez faire collective that would leave him to his own devices, free to carry out his will without needing to worry about much regulation or anything of the sort. It seemed a good enough place to go for the time being.

So the Human traversed the land on foot, crossing oceans, cities, enemy territory and friendly territory alike. He was pretty quick on his feet, skilled enough to make good time through just about any terrain with few breaks in between. He enjoyed it too, getting some exercise for his legs and practicing his footwork for future battles to come. Eventually, he made his way to the home of the Raven's nest, or the closest thing that could be called one anyway. He was adorned in his usual attire, twin scarves, twin blades, and an eccentric fabric outfit that was shrouded in ancient symbols from an age long since past. It took some time to find the guy he was looking for though. He heard of Tsubasa in the past, but never paid much attention to their efforts or met them personally, so it was a stranger as far as he was concerned. It was always a good time to meet new people though.

After a fairly lengthy search, the swordsman finally reached a spot that looked like the place, feeling a spiritual pressure that eclipsed everything else around it. He trailed the rooftops, moving from building to building with relative ease. His scarfs trailed behind him with each step, fluttering in the air as he dropped down from above and landed right on the ground. Dust kicked up around him when he landed, blown away with a flick of his wrist soon after. The former Vanguard operative wiped some sweat from his forehead, breathing heavy from the long venture between Japan and Mongolia.

"Phew, that was a nice warm-up for today!"

After catching their breath, Grance walked closer, coming to whatever place of residence their first meeting would take place at. The man seemed friendly enough, carrying a warm smile and a slightly hyperactive air to him. it was hard to recognize who the big boss was around since he'd never seen them personally. So the only thing to do was address the first person in the area he laid eyes on.

"Hey, this the place for the uh..."

He paused for a moment, momentarily forgetting the exact name of the very group he was trying to evaluate.

"...Falcon's nest?"

Nailed it.