❦

     catching sight of the w/eiss s/chnee meant not only could the rest of team R/WBY be here, it meant he could also be a lil’ shit work on being stealthy. as weiss was training, sun effortlessly climbs a tree. and… pops out.

  “BOO!”

how do you feel about me now? @schneeflake​

         she’s focused, energy devoted to a simple goal: building stamina, with the intent to be able to pull off multiple summons at once as fluidly as her elder sister. unfortunately, that’s never been her strong point ─ which is exactly why she secludes herself to work on it. but this time, the schnee isn’t as secluded as she thought.

when sun wukong drops from a tree before her, instinct has the huntress twirling on her heels with myrtenaster drawn, it’s blade positioned and ready to defend. but . . . that stance only lasts a few moments before she groans, rolling her eyes, and lowering her blade.

“ to be fair… ” the faunus drifts off momentarily, chin lazily resting in her palm as she furrowed her brows in thought. what to do… what to do… oh. well there’s an opening. maybe she could get away with this somehow. she had her doubts, truthfully. but that was alright. 

“ i haven’t played this game in a while. ” blake slides her queen into place. how ironic huh?

“ … check. ”

@schneeflake​

          ❝ to be fair, for someone who ‘ hasn’t played in a while ’, you’re rather confident in your moves. ❞ her tone isn’t mocking even though she’s echoed blake’s words ;; rather, it’s familiar. playful, almost.slender digits drum on the table as she stares down at the board, carefully debating her next move. weiss’s entire pride it at stake here! a few moments pass before weiss moves her own piece into place . . . one to defend her king from blake’s queen. if she can keep that piece safe, she’s a few turns away from claiming victory . . . but blake won’t go down easily.

          weapon’s clang  &  conscience-stricken grimace take him aback;   ultimately  ,  though frighteningly quick to introduce violence  ,  he could not  criticize  her actions.  suspicion  &  misinformation are bloodshed’s greatest reliance !!  had forethought come about  ,  then  ,  an understanding might’ve been reached.  shifting  ,  droplets tumble and scatter  ,  delighted grin recognizing rationalization  ( accepting it for what it was ).  head shakes  ,  rising palm indication he wasn’t overwrought.  even now  ,  unnerved  wasn’t  his expression;  disinterest correspondent with ocean’s calm.  were roles reversed  ,  could kanata proclaim identical action wouldn’t be taken ?  no.  why  ,  then  ,  is she apologizing ?

          ❛ even  [ someone ]  like me, knows when they’re wrong.  [ asking ]  forgiveness isn’t needed;  when humans  [ defend ]  themselves, isn't  [ wounding ]  others  [ instinctual ] ? ❜    plain-spoken  &  antiquated certainty  ::  survival a requirement in  HUMAN PROGRAMMING   /   trampling ‘pon another’s dream  ,  sacrificing the few for many without repentance   /   that is what it means to be a human being.  shameless.  marvelous.    ❛ thank you.  like this is  [ no good ] , huh ?  hehe, catching cold  ~  I  [ wonder ]  how that feels.  but I do not want to get  [ sick ]. ❜    muttering  ,  towlette’s graciously received.  while he cannot stand being dry  ,  he doesn’t want to refuse her good will.

          ❛ how nice  .  .  .  but hot water is  [ disgusting ].  well, that may not be  [ considered ]  an explanation.  iced tea’ll do nicely, meanwhile, I'll  [ shed my skin ]  and meet you after♪ ❜

          consideration regarding who sleeps where can wait;  undressing second privacy’s granted  ,  arraying himself with fresh  ( non-soaked )  attire.  should coffee have been welcomed ?  still  ,  he  really can’t stand warm water.  exiting  ,  eccentric makes haste toward kitchen  ,  coffee bean slamming into senses.  she shows every sign of self-reproach  ,  despite its needlessness.  truly  ,  people flaunt kindness at the strangest times.  leaving him open-mouthed  &  indecisive on reply.

          ❛ since we’re on the subject,  permission to apologize !!  it’d be  [ rude ]  leaving you  [ hanging. ]  besides, had I not been  [ impatient ]  and  [ waited ]  for miss weiss to come home,  I am certain we’d have a  [ better ]  outcome.  as thanks for hospitality— ❜    and not  stabbing him  on sight    ❛ — bedroom is yours.  taking it because of  [ misunderstanding ]  wouldn’t sit well with me.  may I  [ ask ]  where you learned swordsmanship ?  I know  [ nothing ]  about it, but have  [ seen ]  enough to guage expertise. ❜

          he has quite a way with words, she notes. it’s almost methodical ; reminiscent of poetry, but not quite. she’s sure there are those that find him odd ─ perhaps weiss would had she met him in the past ─ but she’s quite intrigued. almost immediately, she wonders what his background is. people don’t typically speak this way for no reason. but, alas, it’s not appropriate to ask such things so soon into meeting them, nor so quickly after such a misguided first encounter. 

lips part ─ she wants to protest and insist she take blame ( and what a surprise that is! ) but she can’t bring to press the matter further. what’s done is done and she’s simply grateful that there’s no hard feelings considering she’ll be expected to live with this man. so she keeps her mouth shut and offers a smile and a nod. impulsive nature strikes yet again, she thinks. that part of her seems to be clawing its way out of her a lot more recently. 

though his response provokes more questions, weiss is glad when he accepts the towel and grants him space once he’s finished speaking. she almost wants to argue that coffee is much more than hot water when done correctly but figures it’s not worth bringing up ─ especially after the events that have just transpired. so, she makes her way into the kitchen as said, heaving a sigh of relief. she begins brewing both coffee and tea ─ the latter, she’s made a point to learn for the sake of a certain tea - loving friend. 

she’s about finished as he reappears. clothed and dry, thankfully. she’s still a bit unnerved that he thinks he’s in the wrong and feels the need to apologize when she’s the one who’d threatened him, but she’s not about to put down his efforts and offer. she smiles, genuine, as she pours tea over a cup of fresh ice and passes it to him over the counter. ❝ here’s your tea, i’ll keep the extra in the fridge if you’d like some later. hopefully, it’s to your liking. and it’s alright, really. misunderstandings are bound to happen in a new place. ❞ she amends, ❝ i appreciate it, though. i haven’t touched the other bedroom, but i’m pretty sure it has an ocean view. ❞ if he likes the water so much, hopefully he will enjoy that.

❝ oh ─ thank you. ❞ the sudden compliment takes her by surprise. again, she wonders where he comes from, what his background’s like . . .  ❝ i’ve been training my whole life, really. where i come from, it’s the path many choose to take: the path of a huntsman or huntress. i was attending school for it. ❞ she summarizes. giving a detailed history would be needless. her heart aches a bit, using past tense like that.

❝ so . . . about that snowball hit, ❞ she approaches her elder sister, after having just been knocked out herself, ❝ i was just doing what it took to win. besides ─ i wasn’t the one to knock you out of the match. so, no hard feelings, right? ❞

well, she likely would have taken aim at her sister regardless of her standing for the sake of a friendly competition! such is the weiss way. 

tagged by: @/oceansunk, @/solarhearted ( thank u! ) tagging: anyone who hasn’t done this! 

─ sea.

you're drowning. a sea of emotions, responsibilities, people, things, everything. you just can't handle it all, you need to escape, but you can't. even talking to someone and being told it's okay, compliments, nice things people say, it all adds up to drown you further. guilt, for feeling this way when everyone's being nice and you're not enough. 

she knows there will be repercussions, possibly severe, but as the same tall, greasy, disrespectful punk approaches on teetered steps, weiss is prepared to take more . . . extreme measures in the form of a mythical, icy boarbutusk. but, thankfully, things don’t come to that. a much preferable alternative presents itself in the form of a familiar, blond knight.

without even acknowledging the person closing in, weiss slides past until she reaches none other than jaune arc and gives him a smile. she’s not totally selfish ( anymore! ) so she is genuinely happy to see him here and safe, but her priority is making sure she doesn’t cause a scene. 

❝ jaune! i’m glad you made it. ❞ she greets and, for a brief moment, eyes flicker back to the man watching with a scowl. she can only hope the arc understands her unspoken message. and then, she does something that she  NEVER  would have thought she’d ever do in the past. weiss offers a hand. out of the corner of her eyes, she can see the guy visibly wilt. good.

❝ care for a dance? while the music still lasts, anyway. ❞ oh, how things have changed!

but what catches her attention almost immediately is the ice skating rink. it takes no time for her to decide she needs to conquer the rink ── skating was always one of her favorite activities as a child. it was something she and her siblings could be free doing, despite their fathers wishes to perfect technique. she’s just tied up her laces, anxious to get back on the rink, when blue hues spot a familiar face. not one of her teammates, not a friend from the city, but none other than mercury black.

she recalls the last time they’d met. dangerous circumstances had  forced  the enemies to cooperate despite  MANY  protests on both ends. but, as much as weiss  LOATHES  to admit ─ it wasn’t the worst possible thing she’d done. she’s not sure why she approaches him now, though, when she could simply ignore his presence and be on her way. 

okay, maybe she wants to show off, just a little.

❝ mercury. ❞ she manages a neutral tone, not friendly but without resentment, surprising herself, ❝ i’ll be honest : i wouldn’t have taken you to be the ice skating type. or are you simply enjoying watching others show off? ❞

         weiss choice of words is not lost on her, though vague, ‘off’ was the perfect way to describe their situation. and perhaps they should be thankful, grateful to live a calmer life – to take a break from their journey, but all that was on her mind was when they’ll return because… they had a mission to bring the relic of knowledge to atlas. if anything were to get in their way, who knows how things will end up for the rest of remnant? and no matter how difficult things were looking, ruby was stubborn enough to want to plow through all the obstacles. and perhaps… this place has become one for her.

         ❛ i know what you mean… ❜ both elbows prop onto the table as a heavy mind rests on her hands. the smile flickers, wavers for a brief moment as she listens to her partner’s answers. and as soon as the formerly cold gaze softens as it settles on her own features, the smile returns. ❛ yeah, that sounds about the same with me. the free food is nice though, ehe. ❜

         ❛ i’m glad you’re here too, weiss. – annnnd you’re so right! ❜ voice quickly rising in octaves as if her partner’s words injected her with the reminded that it was the leader’s job to keep an optimistic head on her shoulders. how could ruby forget that? and to have weiss of all people remind her, it was funny – thus, eliciting a small chuckle from puffed cheeks. ❛ an island this size is nothing compared to the things we’ve faced! we’ve survived so much worse so… i KNOW we’ll make it out of here… together.  

        soo… how’s your new place? is it anything like your mansion? have you decorated it yet?! can i come over and help decorate if you haven’t?! pleasepleasepleaseplease ?? ❜

   How  CAN’T  she feel at ease with ruby here in the city ?? perhaps it’s a selfish thing to be grateful for ─ it means ruby is stuck here, just the same as she is . . . with no foreseeable way home. she shouldn’t want ruby stuck here, too, right ? any of her teammates, for that matter. weiss can’t be too sure. but ruby’s at ease about the situation, so, for now, weiss doesn’t let it dwell on her mind too much. 

❝ yes, that’s true. but  don’t  go overboard. we can’t have you living off of fast food now that it’s more accessible. i expect you to still have a balanced diet. it’s important. ❞ she chides through a smile, just imagining how many places ruby’s scouted out thus far. her heart warms as ruby reciprocates gratitude, and all previous worries regarding ruby being here vanish. she was silly to be worried about it, silently thanking her partner for getting her mind refocused. completely subconsciously, too. she nods in agreement.

❝ we’ve escaped worse before. ❞ she points out. her face flushes at the mention of her apartment. she laughs a bit awkwardly, recalling just how her first day had gone at her new apartments. 

❝ well, it’s no mansion, but the view of the ocean is nice and it has a cozy feeling to it. ❞ she explains, ❝ i’ve got a roommate, too. i, er, kind of threatened him with myrtenaster the first time we met. it was a  complete  misunderstanding. ❞ it’s something she can laugh about now, though, and while she’d much rather room with the familiarity of her team, she admits that her roommate has been easy to get along with. odd, but not in a bad way.

  yang couldn’t even begin to fathom the idea of weiss saying all of this when they first met, to think how far their friendship has come since then. from barely tolerating each other to now sitting outside discussing the authenticity of these chicken wings yang picked up from a street vendor.

   “ psh - “ a puff of air escapes her lips as she chortles softly, dismissing weiss’ claims. “ don’t try and warm me up just so you can escape this delicacy! “ 

regardless, yang leaves the wings over weiss’ side, reaching over and grabbing a wing herself and taking a munch - truly the pinnacle of easy-going food, the after-effects were future yang’s problem.

 “ you know - “ she speaks between bites, licking her fingers “ i didn’t realise there were two chickens in front of me today “ pointing her prosthetic hand towards weiss and smirking, a glint in her eye. “ but if you aren’t tough enough, i understand we can grab you something a little easier on the stomach, how is lightly salted air for you? “

         despite herself, weiss can’t help but pout and feel her competitive nature swell up as yang pokes challenge at her. over chicken wings !! she turns up her nose and looks to the side, brows twitching as she struggles to ignore yang’s merciless quips, mentally scolding herself and repeating : don’t give in. it’s not worth it. out of the corner of her eyes, she sees a familiar look in yang’s eyes. don’t. give. in.

     . . . . .

❝ . . . give me that. ❞  she swipes one of the wings that had been conveniently placed next to her, scowling at her beloved teammate while she does so. she twists and turns the piece on her hands, grimacing as the sauce drips onto her fingers. she finds it  REALLY  hard to believe there are people that enjoy this. well, she wouldn’t, if one wasn’t sitting right next to her. slowly, hesitantly, weiss takes a bit. her scowl remains.

        ❛ Well, look what the captors dragged in.  ❛

   arms fold loosely across her chest, an eyebrow raised in muted surprise as mismatched hues focused on the girl. out of all of the people that she could POSSIBLY run into in this fake paradise, SHE was not one of them. the faunus need not know the girl personally to know just WHO she was. her family’s name was a well known one among those of her kind and one that was sneered from numerous lips for years as a secretive and personal war was waged between the two factions. there’s no malice in the woman’s tone, but that doesn’t mean she is pleased to see the huntress.

            ❛ Weiss Schnee. What an unpleasant surprise.  ❛

@schneeflake​​ – (X)

          immediately, multiple red flags go off in her mind. the main two? the recognition, and the use of the word captor. she’s not sure why it bothers her so much  ─ likely, it’s in reference to their current situation, but she can’t help but remember the hours she spent in a cage ─  and if her friends can show up here, there’s no reason other people from remnant can’t, but it still catches her off guard to be recognized. 

❝ so . . . you know me. ❞  she states simply, not even mad anymore. she’s tired. seems the burden of her family’s name cannot even be escaped here.  ❝ i can’t say the same. whether that’s fortune or unfortunate, i’m not so sure. ❞  her arms cross over her chest as she sighs, eyes flickering to the side to gaze at nothing in particular. 

heads up since i’m gonna be getting to more replies soon : i’m going to be dropping all empyrea threads for weiss. 

HOWEVER! if we have an empyrea thread going on that you’d like to continue, PLEASE let me know and i’ll be glad to! this is mostly to cut back & also, i’ll wanna do threads for the upcoming event. but SERIOUSLY! don’t hesitate to let me know if you wanna continue. but unless said otherwise, i won’t be replying to anymore empyrea threads.

once i get more caught up, i’ll do another starter call. until now, don’t be afraid to message me for plotting with weiss if you’d like! 

@schneeflake.

     ❝ hhhhnnnnnn…. need coffee…. ❞      levy stares up at the menu of the small cafe she’s entered, her usually semi-tamed waves … definitely not tamed at ALL.      she looks like a hot mess.       messy hair, her clothes are clean, but definitely need to be ironed, and the little tote she carries is haphazardly crammed full of things she’d brought with her. there’s books, pens, pencils, highlighters… a tiny notebook full of various things ( like her shopping list, levy thinks ? she needed to get groceries soon ). maybe her glasses, too ? no, wait. they’re on her head.      oops.      the blunette places her order, receives it, and makes a beeline towards her normal table… which is currently occupied by someone else. not that it matters, seeing as she’s familiar with the other girl.      ❝ good afternoon, weiss !      how are you on this fine day ?      hopefully well. ❞      levy’s tone is playful as she drinks another swallow or two of her coffee ( ahhh, relief ! ).

          sounds of dishes clanging against one another, light chatter among the other customers, and the familiar scent of coffee and pastries is all a very welcome sensation. amidst the chaos and the weight of her worries regarding her arrival, it’s a  comfort  that weiss is more than willing to indulge herself in. she deserves that much, right? besides, there’s another reason weiss enjoys this particular cafe, too. 

❝ levy, hello! ❞  she greets softly as the familiar girl joins her table ; the same table that marks the beginning of their friendship, borne from the need to escape some hooligans, lest weiss want jail time for dealing with them herself. turns out, levy’s just what weiss needed ─ someone to call a friend, one that’s not from home, but is similar and easy to talk to. 

❝ it’s... the usual. ❞  she admits with a sigh, brushing some bangs from her face before returning her hands to her coffee cup,  ❝ just trying to get by without losing my mind, you know? ❞  she’s sure levy will understand perfectly ─ they’re in similar situations, after all. perhaps that’s why they’ve gotten along so well.

Just what kind of place is this? Surely wherever he’s found himself, it’s nothing he’s ever heard of in Remnant, so maybe it’s some kind of different world? Different universe? Whatever the case, it doesn’t really matter all that much, for as far as he’s able to tell, he, along with everyone else living here is pretty much stuck. At least for now. While he’s here, he may as well try and get well acquainted with the city since it doesn’t appear there’s much else to do. 

As of now, he’s already been to the popular cafe on his first day, but since then, he’s mostly just hung out in his room, doing a lot of thinking. Back in Remnant, he and his friends had been on a mission to more or less save the world, and now that he’s no longer there, with the possibility of his friends not being there as well, who would carry on? Is time still moving in his home world? It’s impossible as far as he knows to come to a solid conclusion, and really, thinking about all of this seems rather useless if there’s no way out.

Deciding to get some fresh air, Jaune quickly finds himself in a nice little park that seems quiet enough, a good enough place to just relax and enjoy the outdoors for a bit. However, before he’s able to find himself a park bench to sit on for a while, he immediately sees an all too familiar sight. …Weiss? So she’s here too…? It really makes him wonder just who else he knows is lurking here somewhere.

Seeing she’s in distress, he immediately runs over to her and stops dead in his tracks for a moment as he takes a second to see what kind of trouble she’s in. Apparently, she’s somehow got herself caught in the gate, with a very noticeable coffee stain on her jacket. How bizarre it feels to see someone as proper as Weiss be in such a pickle, so to speak.

Jaune stifles a laugh before raising his brows in surprise. “Weiss…? I gotta say, you being clumsy like this? Never thought I’d see the day. But anyway, let me help you.” he replies, a small smile on his face as he opens the gate to free her jacket before shutting the gate again. “There. Unfortunately, I don’t think there’s much we can do about your jacket, but… You didn’t get burned, did you?” he pauses for a moment, placing his hand on her shoulder. “It’s good to see you, though. Didn’t think I’d meet anyone else I know.”

          there was a point in time where the mere idea of  jaune arc  ─ jaune, of all people! ─ helping her out would have infuriated her. it would have annoyed her to the core to the point of refusing his aid, no matter the situation. but now? even regardless of the fact that he’s just freed her from the clutches of the evil gate  ( she mentally notes to potentially bring up it’s dangers to the park’s management ) , she’s just happy to see him. it’s been a shock to suddenly come to the unknown city, so to see a familiar face and to know that he’s safe and alright, is relief in itself. she might not ever admit that out loud, though! 

( and it’s not the first time he’s helped her unexpectedly either. the scar on her abdomen aches a little from the memory. did she ever properly thank him for that . . ? )

❝ ... my hero. ❞  she remarks and there’s a bit of sarcasm, but it’s no different than the sarcasm she’d use in response to ruby or yang, and, occasionally, blake. it’s lighthearted and playful, both to underhandedly express gratitude and cover up her . . . embarrassing predicament. she shakes her head at his concern, though sighs softly as she removes her jacket and folds it over her arm. 

❝ it might be salvageable, but at this point, probably not worth the trouble. but no, i wasn’t burned. ❞  she finally offers a small, subtle smile, swirling her cup of coffee in her hands to judge just how much was spared from the spill. unfortunately, it’s about as sad of a situation as her jacket. oddly enough, she doesn’t find herself caring too much. she surprises herself, but the joy she feels from finding her friend outweighs the tragedy of the jacket and coffee.

❝ i’m glad to see you too, jaune. ❞  she finally admits,  ❝ i was beginning to wonder if this city was just a glorified hostage situation. ❞  she brushes down her shirt, brows pinching together,  ❝ well, perhaps it still could be, but at least we’ve been stuck with people we know? ❞  she muses, more as a thought to herself than anything. she allows a few moments to pass before looking up to jaune, shocked that this day would ever come. really, maybe this whole thing is still one big dream.

hi, all! rwby v7 is FINALLY airing && so, i’d like to let you all know that i will be updating weiss’s canon point along with the show !! this likely won’t affect much outside of interactions with castmates that deal with canon memories, but i thought i’d give a heads up. i also won’t be posting any spoilers ( outside of MAYBE new icons if i’m not lazy, but that’s purely aesthetic ) and on the rare chance they do come up in threads, they will be tagged with “V7 spoilers”. or if you’d like a specific tag, just let me know! 

@schneeflake

   It had to be an illusion–a trick of tired eyes and an irritated mind, forming but one of the many he deemed enemies to focus his angers. A flash of white, the elegance of high society, and the offspring of pure EVIL. 

   –A Schnee. In this PLACE.

                  Perhaps it was Hell after all.

   It’s a flash of crimson, a bare of teeth in a growing snarl, and Adam barks out with nearing steps; clearly, uncaring of others around, or perhaps not even noticing that he was dropped into a proper town. 

   “A Schnee. Here. Of all the places–!”

   His voice falters to a bitter bout of laughter, scarred features twisting with anger and despair. She was not the one, but she was one of them. The Faunus’ skin grows hot, and slender fingers seek to coil around the hilt of his weaponry with little warning; pure and utter rage beginning to further blind him. 

   “You don’t belong here.”

   He didn’t belong–

   “This is an ESCAPE from death–!”

   It was a nightmare forming. 

          recognition doesn’t set in right away. he’s talking but nothing registers right away as attention directs to the scarring that decorates his eye. from her distance, only the first letter is legible. but the implication twists her core with a fresh anxiety ─ the usage of her name registers moments later. he knows her. he’s from home. the initial surprise begins to settle and the world moves normally once more. she doesn’t have time to question the scar. no, his face is familiar, uncomfortably so. pulling together context from his words and hostility, coupled with what she knows of his face, weiss is able to come to one conclusion: the ex - white fang leader stands before her. 

   she doesn’t feel fear. she doesn’t want to run. she feels anger ;; the tragedies he’s caused and the scars he’s left her teammate are unforgivable. 

   ❝ an escape ? you’re joking. ❞  a scoff, and it’s all she can do to withhold ironic laughter,  ❝ the last time i checked, none of us belong here. this isn’t remnant. ❞  she’s gripping myrtenaster’s hilt now because who knows what this man will try and, gods, he’s looking as if he’s preparing to draw his own weapon. this is no place for a fight, but she’ll defend herself without questioning it. she’ll worry later.