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Compulsively, Weiss found themself running their tongue over their teeth, Aura healing any cuts that resulted from the action; blue-and-blind eyes fixed on the red frame of Urbiaβs glasses. Finding themself hereβ¦ Perhaps in another life, Klein had been the one to help them escape the Manor, finding an unscrupulous pilot of a cargo ship to get to Mistral and find Winter. In this life, that wasnβt the way things had played out. Instead of Klein, whose help would have come without even a momentβs thought of compensation, it had been Whitley who found them. Maybe that was better, and maybe it was worse, but it was what had happened.
So, a bargain had been struck.
In exchange for information β how to leave the Manor unseen, how to get to Mantle just as undetected, the contact information for someone Jacques βknewβ, and more β the youngest Schnee sibling had asked Weiss for total and unrestricted access to things the middle child had no use for (mainly any of their dresses without stupidly revealing necklines, and their cosmetics). Whitley had even tossed in a suit or three, seeming oddly inclined to βsweeten the dealβ, as it were. The half-blind Hunter couldnβt help thinking that the accord benefited Whitley far more, but done was done.
Weiss was here, in a suit sans jacket that had belonged to their younger sibling an hour or so ago, and it felt like the world was tipping on its axis. The oddest thing about the whole interaction with Whitley, had been the unexpected embrace the two had shared, standing in the opening of the library passageβ¦ but Weiss couldnβt handle more than one world-altering event at a time. They could deal with itβ¦ Eventually. Being who and what they were, the shorter Faunus spoke flatly, although the flapping of their hands probably (hopefully?) softened the blankness a bit.
They had set down their suitcase at some point β which contained the bare essentials, dust, and everything needed to care for Myrtenaster β in order to facilitate said stimming with their hands. ββ¦Youβre a shark, too.β Another compulsive teeth lick, this time exposing the jagged, serrated points. βI was always told we were hunted to extinctionβ¦β Far too lucrative a commodity to protect β hunted for eyes, and teeth, and scales, and fins, and blood. The kind of Faunus whose people floated in red waters, bodies sold in parts. Frowning and rocking side-to-side just a little, another stim to accompany their flapping hands, it also came with the ever-present awkwardness that accompanied them β defined them, some would say β on land.
Lanky and wiry, bony and far-too-thin, even despite standing at 4β10β without heels. A third lick of their teeth, and Weiss half sighed, the deep breath fluttering the gills at either side of their throat; completely uncovered to flex in the open air for the first time in at least ten years. ββ¦I probably shouldnβt be surprised Jacques systematically lied to me for my entire life,β the smaller shark muttered. Although, even Beaconβs library had said about the sameβ¦ Not the point. βWhat do you want from me?β Blunt, certainly, but after the past few monthsβ¦ Weiss would probably spend a long while just relearning how to breathe.
The joys of being retraumatized.
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The building Urbia selected for her shop stood apart in both design and placement, perched along the fringes of the Dust refineries. Its steel-plated exterior bore the scars of falling ash and prolonged Dust exposure, all fashioned into the likeness of a great shark. Along its flanks, gill-like vents glowed a smoldering red, exhaling steady plumes of steam as Fire Dust kept the interior warm. The entrance yawned wide like an open maw, offering a glimpse of the brick-lined space within. And its proprietress stood leaning against the lower jaw, flanked by mismatched Faunus twins of aquatic origin.
And what Weiss had to say made Urbia chuckle. "Darling, it's almost impossible to wipe out an entire order of Faunus. Species?" She shrugged. "Perhaps. But not an order." Her own smile was riddled with rows of small, needle-like teeth that made most onlookers wince or look away in discomfort. "As for what I want, that remains to be seen. I was contacted by someone of your family saying that you wanted something from me and to expect you." She gestured to the steel door further inside the building. "We can discuss terms if you're in need? Consultations are free."
β§ Urbia's Faunus type is specifically a whitetip reef shark. βοΈFigured I'd specify in conjunction with @ein-schnee-sturm's great white Weiss. >u>
β§ A reminder that my memes/prompts are posted onto the hub blog for efficiency's sake! If you see something posted there, it's good across all sub-blogs!
βWhatβs this? Blackmail?β Whitley tilted her head to the side, acting curious to hide her discomfort. She knew what happened when someone disobeyed Father, so she had to learn his ways of doing things β for now, at least. Perhaps especially so now, in the wake of the visit of a supposedly dead man (Dr. Watts?), and with the βpartyβ planned within the next few days.
It was a trap, everyone knew it, but feigning ignorance was something else she had learned quickly; something everyone ought to learn quickly, when dealing with Fatherβ¦ Something she was beginning to realize her older siblings couldnβt do, no matter how hard they had both tried; although through no fault of their own.
That had been an almost intolerably awkward interaction with Mother, a woman Whitley barely knewβ¦ Between incoherently intoxicated and pleasantly drunk, Willow had explained (her understanding of) autism to her youngest daughter, which had prompted the new Heiress to do her own research into the matter; if anyone asked, she could have passed it off as βknow thy enemyβ.
But that wasnβt the point. The point was what Father had planned, what she could do about it, and to untangle how she felt about it. The joys of walking a knifeβs edge, every day life in Schnee Manorβ¦ (Her tail twitched, but not where her ears were. Weiss said she was born with lop ears, but Whitley didnβt know what they felt like. After two disasters, Father wasnβt taking any chances, and had them removed.)
β¦Again, that wasnβt the point.
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"It is what businessmen call 'a bargaining chip'. Take notes, Whitley." He shut down his desktop and stood. "You use it in negotiations, especially ones in which you suspect that your partner may not hold through." After Winter and Weiss's betrayals, he suspected Whitley of doing something equally horrid. "You remain the optimal..." He had to swallow a lump in his throat. "...heiress, and you have free reign."
It was something he had been utterly unwilling to do for Winter or Weiss. But if his third and last child was going about everything backwards, then so be it. If he lost Whitley, then there would be no heir. The Schnee legacy would fall to ruin and the company divvied up between outsiders. "So you keep quiet about our family's private matters and act as the stable face of the Schnees, and then you can act however you please."
He stepped to her and placed a hand onto her shoulder. "Do we have an understanding?"

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βPlease, I donβt want to do thisβ¦β Back in the mannequin mold of a woman, makeup to hide his scars. In the gilded cage he had almost escaped. In the dollhouse Jacques had oh-so-painstakingly curated to serve his purposes, and his purposes alone. With a mother who didnβt care, a brother he barely knew, and only Klein on his side (who Weiss wouldnβt dump his problems on again).
The place of closed-mouth smiles, walls higher than Weiss was tall, never letting anyone close enough to see what he really was β a predator from the coldest reaches of Remnant β a Faunus beaten into the shape of a Human by Jacquesβ hatred... Weiss may have tacitly βagreedβ to the charity concert, but he had been floating in the all-too-familiar haze of too little sleep and even less food.
The Hunter-in-training barely managed to quickly shower and be somewhat presentable without passing out, when Jacques summoned him that day. Weissβ remembered the threat of violence but little else, from that day. Not even the tiny flame of being properly gendered β βYou'll always have a home at Atlas Academy, Mx Schnee.β β had broken through the fog.
As for now? Weeks of being misgendered, belittled and dismissed at every turn, forced to constantly mask his autism because it would βruin the Companyβs Imageβ if both he and Winter were so obviously broken and inept β not that Jacques had called her Winter, or used Weissβ correct/preferred pronouns. Overstimulated and dysphoric, Weiss could barely breathe.
The static in his head was getting worse.
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It seemed his chosen heiress was going to be difficult throughout this entire process. Didn't she recognize how influential this could be for the Schnee brand? It'd let their shareholders know that the family was still in good standing after the Fall of Beacon, which would then raise money to fund the remaining forces at Vale in their efforts to rebuild and defend their decrepit kingdom.
"It's a win-lose situation, Weiss." He turned away from his own mirror, the crisp, white tie straightened and fixed with a white gold bar with studs of blue Dust embedded into the metal. "You suffer in the short-term to gain in the long-term."
Jacques was attempting to keep his composure amid this whining. Why couldn't she see that this benefitted them both? "You just have to dress and act properly for an evening, then once the doors are closed and our guests are gone, you can change and be whatever it is you think you want to be." His eyes, a shade darker than the true icy blue Schnee hue, narrowed on his daughter. "Then Professor Goodwitch gets funds to keep protecting your academy, Valean refugees get funding to relocate to new kingdoms, and our shareholders are happy."
He reiterated his previous statement. "It will make a lot of people happy."
El sombrero y el gato
βYou ruin everything that you touch.β The gods alone how Winter was keeping her composure, but if one knew her tells, it was easy to see the Winter Maiden was moments from cracking. Ears pinned and tail stiffly trying to lash; just barely not bearing her fangs in a snarl; fists trying desperately to uncurl so she could stim in agitation. Usually, she was calm and composed and even a bit detached β but the βpartyβ prior to his arrest made it clear Jacques brought out the worst (and most anxious) parts of herself. ((Winter to Jacques; letβs get this train going XD))
β§ unprompted asks // accepting β§
Jacques glared at his daughter through the barbaric rustic cell bars of the Shade sheriff's jail cell. She had been saved by Winter, but not spared. The careful empire he had crumbled into ruins, their vast fortune reduced to the Vacuo Interkingdom Bank. Perhaps the Krome Family Bank in Argus.
"Is that what you call the work I put in? To keep you fed and housed? To keep the family name afloat?" He scoffed at Winter. "You're still a child. The wayward daughter who refuses to see the sacrifices I've made for the Schnees."
β§ Behold! Roman's capos from the verses he lives after the Fall of Beacon. They're still a work in progress and are verse-dependent, but it was my first go with my randomizer. :3

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kitchen ghosts
"I suppose something like this was bound to happen." (roman to neo)
β§ unprompted asks (i think?) // accepting β§
Neo looked at Roman with concern lingering in her eyes. What was he on about? He sounded so...defeated. It was unlike him. So she marched straight up to him, stood by the tips of her toes, and cupped his cheek in her hand.
Don't give me that. Tell me how to help, or about your master plan. We can work through this together.
I suppose something like this was bound to happen. (willow to jacques)
β§ We Could Have Had It All... // accepting β§
"Excuse me?"

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they hadn't even been in atlas all that long yet, and she had already managed to get a brand new set of pajamas. unlike him, who had augmented his usual pajamas with the boring ones provided by atlas academy. he watches her expression change as she comes face to face with him, presenting her cheek.
... a cheek kiss? huh. didn't know she was valean.
whatever, it's not like it's the first time he's done this. he leans down, coming closer to his crush friend. his family back in vale had always expected little air kisses β kissy sounds thankfully optional β on the sides of their cheeks, so why did it feel different here? the faster i do this, the faster i get to sleep. their cheeks brush against one another. in this brief moment, all he hears is the beating of his heart and the tickle of her breath on his ear. it's tempting to stop, to savor it for a while, but he chooses instead to not risk it, leaning back up and looking down at neo.
"are we even?"
Neo patiently waited for Jaune to pay his rent. She fully expected him to quarrel or get flustered, or maybe even have some fun with it. She was left thoroughly disappointed. The kiss was chaste, barely lasting for more than two breaths. She made a disgruntled pout when he parted from her, then waved him off.
For now. Rent might go up tomorrow depending how you treat me.
Had she been reading the signs wrong? She could have sworn that Jaune had been throwing hints her way that he liked her. Maybe even wanted her. But that kiss...very disappointing. Neo would have to get to the bottom of things before this whole Atlas affair was settled.