Sienna Khan, High Leader of the White Fang

❝ Oh, really? Well let me tell you what the truth is, Ms. White Fang — ❞ Winter’s just about had it with this fruitless conversation, leaning closer as she glares into golden feline eyes unwavering. ❝ You don’t know a thing about being a Schnee, just like I don’t know about what being a faunus is like. So don’t pretend that you know more. You may think my life has been luxurious, but you have no idea what I’m capable of. Watch your words: I’m not the spoiled heiress that you think I am. ❞

❝ Have you been living under a rock all these years? And here I thought the White Fang would’ve thrown a party when the eldest Schnee daughter fought against her father publicly and left that hellhole of a company to rot. ❞ Just how clueless was this Sienna? How could she even call herself part of the White Fang, let alone the leader? Trying to discredit her while using the oldest tricks in the book when dealing with Schnees. Well, she just wasn’t any Schnee. Not anymore.

❝ Well you were the one who showed up before me, even though your ‘lifetime’ was technically over. Luckily for you, I have time to spare. ❞ She raises a brow at the other’s cluelessness and scoffs. Interesting…so who brought her back? And how? ❝ What did you expect? You were the leader of a terrorist organization, for crying out loud! I’m certain loyalty or any morals went out the window years ago. Your cause may have had good intentions early on, but your means were not. I suggest you change that or you’ll face a second demise. ❞

Icy blue eyes scan the other’s visage as it shifts drastically from desperation then to a newfound agenda. Uttering those words would prove to be a mistake for Sienna Khan, especially if she continually underestimated Winter like this. This wasn’t Remnant anymore, and things will not be the same here.

❝ Hmph, I didn’t know you wanted to return the grave that badly, Sienna. Are you sure about that? Maybe you should think again.. ❞ A sharp heeled step forward and the snow-haired woman’s already starting to push back against the challenge. ❝ Like you said, you have nothing here. But even if you had everything returned to you, you wouldn’t stand a chance against me. ❞

Not the spoiled heiress she thought she was? Maybe, the rich always liked to think in that odd sort of way. That they are different because they’ve been through a small struggle. That they deserve more because something didn’t go their way once.

Right, the fight, she does recall that. Though she always thought it was more of a public stunt than anything else. She certainly wouldn’t put it past them. She says ‘rot’ as if it was on the low end, dying already. They knew that wasn’t the case.

“My my, it seems you have a little back-bone Schnee. Honestly, I half expected you to call for some guards and attempt to run me out- you know. The classic Schnee move when things aren’t going their way.”

She takes a step closer to the other, face to face, her grin only turns brighter. Every fiber of her being wants her to strike, she doesn’t particularly care if she loses- she thinks. Even without any powers, if she got a good hit in, she’s sure she’d feel better.

But what would that accomplish in the long run?

If she shows her anger now, in front of these people- these people that don’t know her, or her kind. What kind of picture does she paint for the rest of them? What kind of picture does she paint for herself.

Faunus are powerful and they deserve respect, the last thing they need to be seen as is wild animals.

So her ears rise up slowly as she talks herself through this process, weighing the outcome. She’s already accepted the others words as facts, more or less. Again, she knows she’s failed already, nothing new there.

She quickly raises a hand up, non threateningly to ‘boop’ the others nose. Taking a step back, quickly. “So confident, I can’t wait to show everyone just how sore a loser Schnees are.” A shrug, even as she continues to back away. “It’ll have to wait for another time though.”

She would have to blow off some steam before she did anything else. Maybe there would be some fools for her to fight in a different part of the city, or maybe there was a dojo of some kind she could drop in on, whatever the case . . .

Pyrrha felt she had made the right decision approaching this woman. Sure, she put up a tough front, but she was helping, which was more than Pyrrha could say for many humans she met. Pyrrha’s smile was less awkward now that she was adjusting to the behavior of the Faunus girl. 

There’s something in the way Sienna says Pyrrha’s name that just felt… Off. It wasn’t malice, but perhaps recognition? She didn’t want to consider the woman’s actions to be anything violent after getting her help, and she was ready for a friendship. As long as she wasn’t trying to use Pyrrha for her personal gain they would be fast friends, at least in Pyrrha’s mind.

She was surprised to hear the Faunus woman was willing to help her find her home. Truthfully she had been ready to ask someone more cooperative, but this was easier. “Really? That’s twice in one day you’ve assisted me already, I really do owe you.”

“Places to be?”

Sienna was already moving before Pyrrha could get an answer to her question, but she was perfectly fine with that. She was right behind the Faunus, her stride a tad longer thanks to her height. She was correct about walking in talking, though Pyrrha hoped she could avoid her more difficult questions while walking. Perhaps just the basics, and maybe an introduction?

“You mean this?” She reached into the satchel attached to her belt, removing the rectangle she had noticed upon her arrival. “I was expecting to find my scroll here, but this appears to function the same way, is that correct?” She held the phone out towards Sienna, her stride now matching the woman’s pace. “Do you also have a ‘phone’?”

“You said they don’t use Lien here? Do they use something of equal value?” She had hoped there was enough of whatever she was given to pay for food, or she would have to take up tournament fighting again. 

“I’m sure we’ll be at five or six before the day is over . . .”

Grumpy is an understatement for Sienna’s mood, but what else is there to expect when absolutely nothing is going her way. A small sigh as the red head repeats after her.

“Yes, places to be and people to see- as I said. This is a big city you know. Lots of friend to be made.” She quickly changes the subject upon realizing she did in fact have her phone- step one done. “Exactly, it’s main use is for simple quick contact through messages.” She pulls out her own in response. “Of course I have my own everyone- at least . . . Everyone pulled from a different world is given one.”

It doesn’t take long to reach the transit stop thankfully, she glances at her phone to check the time before putting it away. “We’ll be out of there in a few minutes.” She stops, without warning once they do arrive at the stop, turning around to face the other, arms crossed.

“Yes, they use TWO things.” She briefly points to the rectangle in Pyrrha’s hand. “You can check on there whenever you need to. The first is Dust-” She pauses eyes narrowing for a moment, fully aware of how different ‘dust’ was in their world. No time for jokes. “No, not the dust you or I or anyone else used back in Remnant, it’s just a currency. An invisible one at that. It’s purely used through your phone, no physical payment.”

Another small huff

“The second is Stars- which honestly I’m not really sure what we’re supposed to use them for just yet. But they appear to be a lot rarer and we only receive them once a month.” Her eyes shift to the side as the transport arrives, early for once, surprising. “That being said, your main concern is dust, of which we seem to be given a generous amount to pay for clothes and food and the like.”

Much more talking than the tigress is used too. Very much a different change of pace . . . Hopefully for the better.

and here she thought she would never see the day. 

a warm feeling suddenly twists in on itself, growing hotter and hotter as it claws against her ribs. it catches her heart in a vice-grip; an unrelenting force, pressuring the faunus to keep her gaze on the figure before her. there in her wake stood an individual who she had not seen in what felt like years. a grand leader who inherited the white fang graciously with an iron grasp, dedicated to the cause much like blake’s own father was. 

granted, sienna had a much more… different approach as to how she handled the injustices that plagued their people. but her efforts had been working. were it not for the splintered faction, perhaps her tactics would have been more recognized amongst the community. but that was a thought the young one would rather not delve in for too long. 

she cannot help but choke on her own words. her throat bobs in anticipation to speak, the usual ache of both surprise and dread gnawing at her throat. she feels pathetic; not having a single intelligent thing to say after stumbling upon the one who helped both raise and train her during her time in the movement. 

well… what could she say, was the real question?

“i… ”

“… sienna? ”

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Another day of no progress, another day of licking week old wounds and questioning herself. This city had given her NOTHING. Again the words ring out in her head, as they had so many times since that day.

‘I don’t know why I was brought back’

They were said hastily and in anger, but they were true. Who had she met since being here? Humans, enemies. The only Faunus had been . . . HIM. The last person she would ever want to see alive again.

It’s not as if she wanted to be angry all the time, it’s not like she wanted any of this. She would’ve been fine with staying dead if this was the alternative-

“I . . .”

She clenches her teeth, what was it now? Another human to comment on her ears? Another person from remnant to remind her of her failures? It was unlikely to be anything good for her, why? Why would people leave her alone-

“Sienna?”

There’s a small pause in he turn to face the other . . . That voice sounded familiar- yet different . . . changed, a little deeper? Less raspy and for a moment she’s afraid to finish the movement. It couldn’t be her. Not here, not now.

She does finish though, her eyes widening for just a moment it was her . . . Older, more battle-worn, but those eyes- those ears- her hair . . . It was her. That girl she had helped raise, taught how to fight, move, the young girl that was always so happy to run and help out any mission. 

The girl that had left without a trace.

No good-byes no nothing.

And, in retrospect she understands why, completely. She had failed her, along with so many other people.

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An injured man lays on the ground before her, she gingerly puts her foot on the back of his head, before crushing his face into the ground. Only for a new human to show up.

She raises a hand to her chin thoughtfully, really trying to take in what this man just said to her. She felt, almost as if there had to be some kind of hidden meaning in it. Surely he didn’t actually think that, right?

She kicks the injured man on the ground to the side. Maybe that was it? He was one of those types. Got all hot and bothered from fighting, he must’ve seen her take this guy out.

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“ . . . Is that right?”

Pyrrha was at least more acceptable, out of the other people she had run into so far. A solid 6.5 out of 10. Didn’t change the fact that she was human or that she knew nothing about her.

Still she held some extra respect for them as a warrior though, growing up the way she did, fighting her whole life. She can understand THAT much at least. . . And at least Pyrrha still didn’t know who she was truly. So the words can’t help but fall a little flat.

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Not knowing each other well? That was an understatement. This girl knew nothing of her life or struggles, aside from what brief conflicts they had together back in remnant. Likewise, Sienna had no idea what she was about. OF course there was the USUAL Schnee flair but past that?

It’s the second part that catches her off-guard.

“Worried about . . . Me?” Confusion racks her brain. What did she mean, worried about her? What was there to be worried about? An attack? She was concerned Sienna was going to attack her?

“No one deserves . . .” She feels an anger flare up in her briefly. Was she trying to make amends with her? Did she understand the loneliness Sienna felt here? After her death?Did she think they could get along? Was this some weird publicity stun? No maybe it was-- 

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Sienna carefully looks around the room, just to double check. Then one more time to triple check, she considers making a fourth in the hopes that if she goes slow enough a different seat will open up.

But she doesn’t- she didn’t need to be THAT childish. She doesn’t know who this girl is and would prefer not to sit with her, the last thing she needs right now is more humans.

“Fine.” She waves her hand to the empty seat across from herself. “It wouldn’t be very fair of me to say no.” She holds up just one finger towards the girl, leaning forward slightly. “Just. No. Talking.”

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She had been foolish, not realizing there had been more than one attacker- and though she took the first one down fine the other two had caught her off guard, even landed a hit.

Sienna looked up towards the older woman, more than a little agitated a quick quip on the edge of her tongue- overtaken by a gasp of pain. She takes a minute to focus herself, hand resting over her wound.

How long had it been since she was injured in a silly scuffle like this? Pathetic.

“You don’t need to promise anything to me human, I’ve lived through far worse. I know I’ll be fine.”

An attempt is made to stand, somewhat successful, until she takes a step forward kneeling over and grabbing hold of the wall. A deep gasp leaving her followed by a wince as she attempts to stand up straight once more. She needed to stop the bleeding.

Pyrrha could feel the Faunus look her over. This wasn’t a new thing for her, as she had adjusted to be ogled and stared at during her fighting days. But this was different. Perhaps she recognized the Huntress? That wasn’t the craziest theory, as Pyrrha was well known.

“That’s correct, Pyrrha Nikos!” She considered if the Faunus had only a slight recognition of her, which was rather ideal. She would prefer not to be met with any who might be her fan. It was bad enough to be stopped and gazed at!

Pyrrha chuckled, trying to cut the tension. “Truthfully I wasn’t planning to approach anyone here, but when you’re lost, you’re lost, right?” She shrugged, her desire to escape this girl now a little stronger.

A smile! While the Faunus’ animosity was no longer at the surface, Pyrrha could still feel it. It wasn’t the same ferocity the tigress had previously shown, but that could just be Pyrrha’s gut instincts. She was still felt uneasy, but a smile never hurt to boost her mood.

Pyrrha returned her smile with one of her own, though hers felt more like a smile of relief. With the smile came a laugh, one that was only 50 percent pity! “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Sienna! I was asking for directions, but your insight on the universe is certainly useful.” 

Fibonacci, a nice name. Although she was already quite fond of Cotes already, it was a sigh of relief that escaped her lips upon hearing her destination was real. So there was a place in mind for her already. “Thank you Sienna, I hope you know what this means to me.”

Pyrrha paused, considering for a moment her next move. She still didn’t know her way around this city, but Sienna did. As much as she made Pyrrha wary, she still understood how things worked better than she. So instead of letting her worry control her…

“Could you… Could you perhaps help me reach Fibonacci? I don’t appear to have any lien on me, but I would be willing to treat you to a meal for being so helpful.”

For a human, she was cute at least. Sienna could almost feel the uneasiness ooze off of her, maybe the famous Pyrrha was not much of a people person? Maybe that made sense with what she had to do. Maybe.

She isn’t sure if the girl is just being nice with her comment or, trying to make a joke back at her so she simple smiles again. “Thank you, I’m always glad to help.” Assuming there was something profitable in it.

She lets her head tilt to the side slightly, keeping her nice smile on, getting thanked by a human. Something else she was still getting used too. “Of course, no problem . . . Pyrrha.” Her ears twitch ever so slightly with a slight emphasis on the other’s name as she speaks. She knows who she is, but she isn’t going to go spread it around.

Not like anyone in this city would know her anyways. She’d find that out soon enough.

“Could I take you there?” A pause, she COULD. Rather easily actually, not to mention she had somethings she could check up on there . . . Tapping her arm still as she’s lost in thought for a moment. She had never been to the housing district in Fibonacci. It might be worth seeing at least once. Eventually she straightens up, a small shrug.

“I suppose I can and . . .” Ah, lien, right she had been here long enough that she had almost forgotten about it. Surely it’d be worthwhile to show her how to pay things with dust right . . .? Even if it was just a free meal. “Don’t worry about that, they don’t use it here. We can walk and talk though, I’ve got places to be, people to see.” bulls to stab and Schnee’s to punish. She takes off before the other girl can get a proper response out, immediately heading down the street, considering the fastest way to get there.

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A Faunus! She wasn’t expecting to see any at this island, but it was a nice surprise for her. This girl had such cute ears too… Just like Blake. She was quite familiar with Faunus biology thanks to her studies at Beacon, as well as her small amount of information on the White Fang. Seeing as the chance of this girl being a member of the White Fang were quite low, she decided to approach.

“Hello! I’m Pyrrha Nikos. I was wondering if you could maybe tell me where I am? I’m a little turned around and want to relax in my new home.” She holds out a sheet of paper with her house number on it. “Can I ask your name?”

Humans speaking to her without batting an eye was still catching her off-guard and what’s more seeing people from her world was still leaving her surprised. Although perhaps it was because She had seen others already, others from their world, people she knew were alive still.

Maybe that’s why this was odd, a stunned silence- someone else from their world. Someone else who, at least in her time- was dead, that she was caught off-guard.

“Pyrrha Nikos . . .” The tigress murmurs back, observing the other carefully.

Not a common name, yet known by many. Of course she didn’t know who she was speaking too, how differently would the gladiator act if she did know? Would she attempt to strike her down? Make some kind of peaceful offering?

“Relax in your new home . . . Hm?” A slight glare, while her relationships with humans had improved slightly during her time here she was still very . . . “It’s quite bold of you to walk up to someone like me so casually don’t you think?”

They were in Cotes currently, one of Sienna’s preferred wards. It felt more open, the air felt fresher, more natural than the other wards. A quick glance downward would tell her the girl was looking for Fibonacci, not too far away. She was curious in spite of her words, how Pyrrha ended up here . . . No, not just that- what she had remembered . . .

“My name is . . . Sienna.” And while not many people knew ‘Sienna Khan’ as the leader of the white fang, she figures it’d be best to leave off the second part just in case. The glare drops and she offers a smile towards the other. Folding her arms and leaning back just a bit. “And currently you are in the Ward known as ‘Cotes’. It’s a rather pretty place. Much more so than the others at least. Unless you were asking in a more grandeur sense of where we are in the universe or something in which case . . . I have no idea.”

Yes that WAS her best attempt at humor in the city so far.

She notes the flicker of amusement, the hesitance as she remarks on the wounds. But more important thoughts occupy her mind. Ebene shifts from foot to foot, properly stowing her phone away when a conclusive answer is given. Tick, tock. Time is of the essence, and she thinks of how quick a man can be bled dry with lesser wounds.

“ …oh? ” Brows arch visibly at Sienna’s closing remark. She feels her heart skip a beat. Finally, her search is bearing fruit. Even if this one may prove sour in the end, it’s the best lead she has. “ They– the person who sent the alert– they said the victim was thrown. That’s… a long way to go, but… I’ve seen stranger. ”

She mulls it over. Yes, this seems promising. So at the offer, Ebene nods. No spare moment to waste. “ I don’t know if the culprit is still on the loose. I don’t want you getting caught in the crossfire. If things go south, don’t feel bad about running. I’m trained to handle extreme threats. ”

“ Let’s move… I’ll be right behind you. ”

Sienna can only smile at the other Faunus’s words- or at least who she is fairly sure is a Faunus. She’d look out for her? She’d worry about HER getting caught in the crossfire? Well . . . Whoever this Faunus was it was clear they weren’t apart of the white fang. It wouldn’t be so unusual for Sienna to not know every member but for it to be the other way around . . .

“Thrown? Are you sure he wasn’t . . . . Launched?” She thought about the pace at which that thing had been moving, human or not there’s no way it was alive after all that- surely? “Like out of a canon? It was going pretty quickly.”

She folds her arms, her finger tapping her forearm a few times, patiently. At least she was easy to work with- quiet, straight to the point. She would’ve made a good solider.

. . . And Sienna had to stop thinking like that. No more soldiers, not now.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll be able to keep me safe, or I’ll figure something out if you can’t. I used to be pretty good at that sort of thing.” Used to be.

A small sigh as she turns from the other, letting her arms drop to her side before walking off towards the falling . . . Thing. Hopefully this was worth it- surely knowing another Faunus in the city would have its perks, especially one without . . . Past associations.

❝ For your information — I was hired for this job based on merit, and merit alone. I’m more than qualified for the position, if you didn’t know. Family has nothing to do with it. ❞ The response is instinctual, a mechanism ingrained in her defense each and every time someone dared to bring up the Schnee name as the reason for her success. Winter wasn’t having any of it, whoever this person was. It felt as if she was back in Remnant, where any mention of her family’s name made even her own skin crawl.

❝ You may think that being born with a silver spoon in your mouth is a walk in the park — but let’s see you try to thrive when you’re beaten with the silverware, hm? You wouldn’t know. ❞ 

Her tongue was sharpened from the pure rage that was boiling in her blood. Fixing her piercing gaze at the woman who spewed these bold statements, she was ever ready to defend the name of the honorable military that she served with pride. That was, until she set her sights on the other’s twitching ears. Things clicked into place. Only someone from Remnant would bring this argument up.

❝ Well well, I never thought I’d meet you in person. The last I heard about the infamous ‘leader’ of the White Fang, was that she was killed by one of her own. Like a fool. ❞ Atlesian intelligence was aware of the uprising of Faunus in Mistral, and Winter was shocked when she heard that the organization had staged a coup.

❝ Don’t tell me you rose from your grave only to exact revenge on the first Schnee you found? ❞

She can only scoff at the Schnee’s first words. Right. ‘merit’ the merit being she was born a Schnee, born human. Had she deluded herself into thinking her familial ties wouldn’t follow her everywhere she goes?

“Tell yourself whatever you want Princess, you can’t hide from the truth at the end of the day.”

Her next words send a tingle down Sienna’s spine. Not of fear nor excitement. Anger, nothing but the raw anger she felt all those years ago, barely scraping by, fighting for her right to live- being treated as less than a person. 

“Is that how it is? My my it’s even more pathetic than I thought. The silverware beat you? You poor thing. Try having the house. The ground. The bed. Try having everything beat you then get back to me. That silverware? It stops at some point and when it does you go back to using it. I had no such luck.”

She hadn’t come here to pick a fight, but it was innate, instinctual. Not just for humans but for a Schnee in particular. She was outmatched in this city, alone, she had no one- and everywhere she went more and more enemies were showing up. Maybe she was just feeling like an animal backed into a corner. She had to do SOMETHING.

Her eyes widen at the next words, so she recognized her. That was fair, if anyone human would- it’d be a Schnee. The tigress can’t stop her hands from baling into a fist. So they knew? How . . . How far apart were they? How long had she been dead? Had Winter died too? What had Adam done since she died? Had he gone to war- how many had been hurt besides her?

Too many questions swirling with her anger, a mess of hot air bubbling inside of her. She didn’t mind being called a fool, she didn’t mind being told that she was killed by one of her own.

She knew.

She knew she had failed already.

She can feel her teeth clinching, grinding and there’s a long moment- she doesn’t keep track of how longer, where she debates how worthwhile it would be to pick a fight here. She may not have her weapons or aura OR semblance. She had her strength. It was something.

But how much did Winter have?

Of course. Probably more than her. Would she be Schnee if she didn’t.

So her jaw relaxes, she stands up straight, letting out a long breath. She can’t undo her fist, so she folds her arms instead.

“Lucky you, you get to meet the one and only ex-high-leader of the White Fang. I’m sure it’s an honor, once in a life-time truly.” She’d like to say she was relaxed and in control but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. “You want the truth, Schnee? I don’t know why I rose out of my grave. I don’t know why I’m here but . . .” And she can’t stop herself from laughing a little here. “The fact that I spent my whole life, trying to change something for my people. To earn respect, from people like your family, to be treated as EQUALS, only to be thought of as weak by my own people. To be killed. To get sent to a brand new world and immediately find out that you’re already placed at the top again- and here I am at the bottom. No friends. No White Fang. No allies. No-” There’s a short pause. She doesn’t say it out loud but she feels it

Faunus. Her kind- her people.

 And there’s a sudden weight on her. That was it isn’t it. Why was she even here? For the first time since they spoke today she looks away from the Schnee. Something she never would’ve done on Remnant, it’s for a short time just enough for her to gather her feelings again. but eventually she does look back slowly, very seriously, she takes a step forward, smiling.

“My family wasn’t the greatest.” His beloved mama was gone, his father was… horrendous. “I didn’t trust people. Even with my friends, it’s – hard. I still have barriers that I tend to keep up.”

This world was an odd one, though. Spirale was the required push to break down these walls, and…

“I have a few people I trust a little more than others. One in particular, but four I’d give my life for.” Mumble, “…The sun, a tiger, and my greatest treasure… And a shining light.”

Speaking up again with a small chuckle.

“I hope this place will be kind to you. If you were alone, maybe you’ll find a place to belong. You seem a good person, so I’m sure it’s possible.”

… Maybe it is a good idea to go inside. A little chilly… “Well, I sincerely do hope for such a destiny.”

Family? She hadn’t thought about her own family in a long time. Her ‘real’ family. The White Fang had replaced that for her, replaced everything. OF course now that was all gone . . . So what remains?

“Nothing personal, but you’re still a kid. I don’t think that’s so bad- you got a long way to go, plenty of time to work on your ‘barriers’ find out how much defense is just right for you.”

It wasn’t like her to give advice usually. She used to help initiates. Show them the ropes, how to fight, use weapons, teach them if she could. She even had favorites but . . . Again that was so long ago.

She has a small laugh as he lists off his four people. A tiger, huh? She wonders what that means for him. A sun, a light . . . His greatest treasure. This kid was young but his words, they had a sense of faith in them. They must have been through a lot.

“I wouldn’t count on it. My world was never kind to me, I don’t expect this one to be either, but that’s fine. It’s what I grew up with, it’s what I fought for. Maybe it’s what I need to keep going.”

She leans a little more the side, resting on the wall of the window. MAYBE that’s what she needed. MAYBE it was an excuse. Either way she certainly didn’t expect this conversation to go this way. It was a good change of pace as much as she’d hate to admit it.

“I don’t know if I’d say I’m a good person either. Many would disagree with you I’ve done . . . Things, but, for whatever it’s worth from this old, ‘good person’. You seem like a well rounded kid.” A bit of a sigh here. It was getting late, what had she even come out for again? “Those friends of yours, the four and your family, whatever the case. I hope you all find a road you can follow together, it seems like you deserve it already, honestly.”

Well, enough was enough she rolls backwards and lands back on the steps in one fluid motion. She didn’t have time to just sit here and chat away, as nice as the conversation was, as much as she’d never admit it.

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I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

🤙 Bump into my muse

Another normal day out in the city, for the most part. Well as normal as this city could be so far. It was different, actually being able to walk around normally like this . . . Though she still got stares here and there it was . . . Better?

She still wasn’t sure.

Lost in her thoughts she almost trips- over something rather LARGE that she would’ve noticed any other day. Only barely managing to catch her balance. 

She looks around and sees nothing at first

Then she looks down

. . . . What was that?

“Ah . . . Are you okay- . . . “

. . . . What did she call it?

“Sir?”

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

😊 Sit down next to my muse

A loud thud echoes around as a man falls to the ground. A sigh from Sienna as she sits down on a bench, keeping her foot pressed to the man’s throat. Apparently he had thought she was . . . . A ‘cosplayer’ ? She knew of people like this. Humans who would dress up as Faunus for certain satisfactions. 

A cruel smile on her face as he struggles to say something, clawing at her leg. “Aw, whats the matter? Not used to kittens who know how to fight back- are you?”

Just a little more.

She could kill him.

She just had to push a little a little harder . . .

She jolts- standing up and jumping to the side as someone new sits down right next to her. She hadn’t even noticed him approaching- hair on end, ears matted, ready to fight. Who was this person? He didn’t look like a Faunus but . . .

Was he really human?

She relaxes a bit, folding her arms, keeping her sash even, dusting off her clothes a little. Habit more than anything else, always be as presentable as possible.

Soft Affection (Not accepting anymore)

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It was bad enough that she had to go to this event in the first place- one of her newer friends had recommended it to her. ‘You’ve got to get out more, go meet people- it’s a whole new world!’.

Apparently

That whole new world involved giving presents to humans, it was supposed to be a simple thing. Just some clothes or something, a little get together to help each other out. Yet the venom she felt in her soul for this pointless act of kindness for them . . .

As the tigress hands the present out, it slips from her hand, onto the ground. A small splash.