Soo Update yo
Andrew woke peacefully, stretching, and groaned as his vision went from clear to fuzzy, though it faded after a second, looking to the nightstand next to where he awoke, he noticed a note, reading it said this,
'Hello, Andrew, If you're awake, the door to the VTOL is through that doorway, in the room you're in now, After you're out, just head north towards the factory looking buildings, our butler Klein will greet you, just tell him you're looking for me.' "Alright, let's go," He sighed.
Around 15 minutes later, he managed to reach the Schnee's home, "Who knew 15 minutes could be Hell as well as Heaven, and that is not meant in a weird way." He chuckled while Winter laughed at his retelling of the past 15 minutes, "So let me get this straight," She said, in between chuckles, "You asked for directions politely, and got smacked for asking a woman."
"I know right? It was stupid, I mean, I just ask for directions and I get smacked for being an ogler." "Are you alright, at least," Winter asked, "It stings, but other than that I'm good,"
"Winter, I didn't know you were returning, I'd have prepared," A sharp voice said,
"I'm sorry Father, I was pressed for time and-." "And who is THIS." Winter's father growled, "Something you don't need to know, you jackrabbit," Andrew said in a hushed tone, avoiding the swear, "Who are you to tell me off," "I don't know, what do YOU think I am," He replied, rising to his feet, "An insubordinate little-."
Jacques never finished that statement.
Andrew had lunged from where he had been sitting on Winter's bed, and tackled the man, throwing him and Jacques through the door with a roar of anger, "So, you want to fight, En Garde, then." Jacques said, pulling a sword from its display, "Uh one sec," Andrew said, pulling his scroll out and playing Rusty Cage, "Okay," "En Garde," Jacques said anew, "Touche," Andrew said, leveling Skullcrusher, "What, how is that fair," "It ain't." He grinned, then lowered it, slipped out his knife and Hell's Redeemer, and sprinted for Jacques.
"Jacques, What's going on here," Jacques stood, frozen, then ground out, "General Ironwood," "Jacques, good afternoon. And our necromancer, Andrew, right," "One, I'm not a Necromancer, Two, I can only do it so many times." Andrew answered, a noticed edge to his voice, "General," Winter said from behind him, "Specialist Schnee." The General nodded "Andrew, can you help us with something." "Hm?" Andrew responded questioningly, "The Atlas Council are tracking someone by the moniker, 'Cinder Fall.'"
"Wasn't she responsible for the Fall of-" "Fall of Beacon, yes, and numerous other crimes," "And you want me to take her down," "Oh no, not by yourself, at any rate. You'll have help. She was last seen in Mistral," Andrew chuckled at that, "Something funny," Ironwood asked, slightly confused, "It's just when Winter picked me up, I was IN Mistral." His gaze snapped toward the woman in question, "General chill, it's fine." Andrew said, trying to deflect any blame. "Would you be willing, however, to let me have a melee weapon, because other than a hunting knife and tomahawk, I'm no good on the melee department. "I'll get something ready for you," Ironwood smiled, "Your smile's strained," Andrew noted, with a touch of concern in his voice. "Are you alright," "Of course," The General replied, relaxing, though the stress behind his eyes still remained, "I happen to have a Dust-enhanced sword ready to be tested if you'd like," He said, setting a sheath on the table, "Finest smiths and Dust techs made this," Ironwood added, unsheathing the blade, revealing a double-edged fire and ice enhanced sword, "Does it have a name," Andrew asked, "A name?" "Yeah, if you have a weapon that you like or enjoy, you'd give it a name, no?" "I suppose, but it doesn't have, one no." "I then dub thee, Fury and Reckoning," Andrew said, lightly grasping the sheath and slinging it onto his back, before sheathing the blade again. "Good weight and balance, nice." Andrew noted, "Are you ready," Winter asked, gently, "Winter, I didn't know you were back," "Ah, how have you been, Weiss," Winter said, turning to her sister, a smile on her features, "Who are you and what have you done with my sister," Weiss said jokingly, "Whaaat, am I not allowed to smile," Winter replied in the same manner, "No, just it seems you haven't recently," "Define 'recently'", Winter said, "Like, for 3 years or so," "LIES," Winter said, playfully. "We're actually headed to Mistral, Weiss," Andrew interjected in their bantering. "You want me to come with you?" "If you so wish." He replied, nodding toward the sisters and said, "Winter I'm headed to the airship, Alright?" Winter nodded and waved to Weiss, before following Andrew to the airship, "You must really like your fedora, am I right," "I like 'em, plus its the only one that fits this outfit, and they seem classy but casual, you know? Andrew said, pulling the article off to run a hand through his brown neck-length hair, before slipping it back on and tipping the front down.
"What do you think you're doing with my daughters." Jacques snapped, "Us, three? We're saving the goddamn world while you sit on your ass and bask in the money you married into without working for it, *That's* what we're doing," Andrew said, pinning the man with a look of pure undiluted *RAGE* before stepping into the airship to take to them to Mistral.
"How the heck did you know that," Winter said incredulously, half an hour later "I heard it from a friend, didn't know it was true or not, from his reaction it was, but I used reverse psychology on him." He grinned in an odd crooked way. "Hey, everyone we're at Haven, it looks like a fight," The pilot said over the roar of the engines, "Winter, I'm planning to bust through the window," "Just keep Weiss safe, alright. Whenever you're ready," "Hey," He said to the pilot, "When I'm out, swing it around, go, Winter," Andrew said, leaping from the airship, pulling Fury and Ultra, from their sheaths, before landing on Winter's glyph and springing forward. Rolling to his feet, Andrew lunged for Cinder, Death in his eyes, "WHERE IS HE, DAMMIT," Andrew yelled, "Who?" Cinder asked, genuinely puzzled, "That crazy scorpion Faunus," "Truce?" She asked, "Yeah, I guess," he replied, apprehensive, "Mercury, Emerald, Hazel, We're calling a truce." "Aww, we were getting to the good part," Mercury whined, "Merc, I swear, I will come over there and smack you upside the head," Emerald said, muttering "...idiot." Andrew sighed, sheathing the sword, "Hey, Qrow," He called in greeting to his older friend, "What's up, kid," Qrow asked, "The sky, dude," He replied, grinning. "Child, Your Grace is-" Tyrion stopped, and locked eyes with Andrew, who spoke, pain implied in the words if Tyrion were caught, "Ya got 2 seconds, you SON OF A BITCH," With the insult, He grinned sadistically, and lunged.
Yep, I did it, CLIFFHANGER BOIS, good job me (Grins evilly) :DD: