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"Hey, Weiss!" Ruby cheered, joining her outside on the balcony to enjoy the relative warmth of the bright Atlesean morning. Looking out around them she smiled, eyes wide as she took in the sight around them, "How'd you sleep?"
"I slept well enough, given the… Accommodations." Which were minimal, but this was the last morning to be spent here before they returned and given the Tower's apparently still being repaired state, worker Minions milling about from the time the sun rose to well after it fell deep inside the Tower and around it as well. "You're up surprisingly early, though, given I didn't have the thought to set a dozen alarms and wake you up myself."
"I always get up early now, come out here to sit and watch the sun on the snow. The way it tints everything orange and pink is… Pretty. Chilly, but pretty." Weiss nodded understandingly, shuffling the furs wrapped around her shoulders at the reminder of the climate's trials and leaning against the stone balcony. "I'll never get tired of this view as long as I live here…"
"You're staying?" Weiss had long suspected it, after what she'd said yesterday obviously but also for other reasons besides. "What about Beacon?"
"The team will stay together, Weiss, and I'm going to, you know, attend." She promised, smiling and tilting her head at the Schnee innocently. Like it had been so obvious, and she would never have considered anything else. Turning to look back out on the snow, leaning against the balcony's edge like Weiss was, she added, "Jaune and Daddy are going to come with me back to Beacon when we head back. He says Ozpin knows stuff and might be able to help Jaune out."
"What on Remnant could Headmaster Ozpin know about… All of this?" She waved a wand at the Tower's base, where a giant spider carrying several Minions was headed off into the snowy forest to do something. "All of these creatures, and… Magic, which is odd to even consider as a reality and somehow more so than the creatures themselves."
"Yeah, that sounds about right." She agreed, nodding with a small and understanding smile. "Gnarl says that the Minions and everything else are all physical things we see, and hear, and stuff. But Magic… Isn't. So it's harder for us as people to, you know, gel that than giant spiders, and Minions, and fireballs and stuff."
It made sense, people were always more inclined to learn through tactile realizations than through simply being told it was the case. 'Seeing is believing' was as much a fact of the matter as, in many cases, the facts and matters themselves.
People could be quite irrational, she knew. She'd been taught to use that by her father and his tutors.
"That doesn't explain why the Headmaster would, himself, know anything and be able to help in any way." Weiss pointed out, Ruby humming understandably next to her.
"Daddy didn't explain, he said it wasn't really his place to. He sounded..." She shook her head, glancing at Weiss and then back out at the snow with a sigh. "I don't know, but he sounded so tired when he was telling us about it. Like he was angry, and sad, and all at once but so exhausted of it and resigned that he didn't care. I-I think that Ozpin got him involved into something, but I don't know."
"What kind of something could make him act that way, I wonder..." Tai Yang was a grown man, and a vetted Huntsman besides, and even though he suggested going to Ozpin to talk to him the two clearly had a past that had divided them.
"I don't know, Daddy…" She sighed, and suddenly Ruby looked older somehow. Only for a moment before she brightened and moved on. "Daddy said that he'd make Ozpin explain their past to me and Jaune, and everything else, but that it wasn't his story to tell. Whatever it is sounds big though. And I kinda know how big revelations sound."
Okay, Weiss couldn't argue with that, especially when a Minion came outside with two fur-laden metal chairs over his shoulders scraping along the stone floor.
"Master is awake and has meals preparing, Mistress." The small creature reported dutifully when they had sat down, head bowed slightly like a servant addressing a queen in an old story. "The hunting parties that returned last evening brought venison, fish, and seal. Foragers also came with peppermint berries and ginger roots. What would you prefer?"
"Does the Overlord have opinions?" Ruby asked, sounding for all the world - and impossibility of it, because she was RUby Rose of all people and clearly not nobility of any kind - just like some nobility in movies always did.
"Master mentioned a certain craving for venison and peppermint berry juice, Mistress, but left the matter to you as your guests are here." It gave her a glance and then looked back to the ground unsurely, asking, "Does the mistress' friend have an opinion?"
"I-I have always been partial to venison." Even if it was a bit gamey and tough for her tastes, but those were the options and she'd survive with them. "And peppermint berry juice sounds interesting as well."
"There you go, then, Spit." The Minion stiffened at what Weiss guessed was Ruby using its name, then smiled and shuffled off.
"How can you tell-"
"He has a little nick in one of his ears, and some blue in his eyes that the normal Minions don't." Ruby answered before she could really ask, grinning at the surprised looking Schnee. "They're weird, but I like 'em. And once you pay attention, you can tell 'em apart pretty gosh darn easy. And kinda my job."
"You're different now, Ruby." Weiss said after a few seconds, eyebrows raised impressedly.
"Yeah, I… I dunno, I guess maybe I'm just taking the responsibility well?" She shrugged, standing up suddenly and stretching her arms high over her head. "Well, uh, on that note I gotta run. Make sure everything's in order with Jaune and Daddy."
"Okay…" Weiss watched her leave through the door, shaking her head slowly when the young woman was gone. "You have changed a lot, Ruby Rose, and seemingly in a good way…"
So why did something feel so strangely off, then?
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"It's not your fault, Kitty-Cat." Yang said quietly, following Blake as they walked through the snowy forest surrounding the Tower, the black, monolithic structure casting the world around them into shadow. "You couldn't have possibly known better, you were too young to. You can't blame yourself for bein' an angry kid."
"Yes, I can." She dismissed casually, tucking the fur cloak she'd been given tighter around herself as wind swept by. "If you'd taught Ruby the wrong things growing up, and she'd grown up and started hurting people?"
"I'd have hated myself, called myself a failure for teaching my baby sister the wrong stuff, or just not teaching her the right stuff." The Faunus turned to look at her partner, a finger pointing at her to call out the admission for what it was. "And I'd be wrong for it, Blake. S'the point here, that you're just not right about that."
"Yang, I was one of the members that led us into violence." She said sharply, and silently too for fear of little brown ears that might be somewhere nearby. "Adam may have been the one that lead that charge officially, but I let him use my name to validate what he was doing. Belladonnas have always been at the front of the Faunus' fight for liberty. A Belladonna chieftain lead the Faunus in the Revolution, then my parents lead the White Fang in its peaceful days."
"And I put my name down in the call for violence." She finished, cutting a hand across herself as though that ended the discussion of guilt. "I put my name on it, and now hundreds or more have died for it. How is that not my responsibility?"
"Responsibility and fault are different things." Yang shrugged, moving on before Blake could do more than scoff. "You might be responsible for them, for fixing this mess, or maybe you just feel like you are. I don't know, I can't. I'm not in your position."
"Then what are you trying to say?"
"That it isn't your fault, Blake." She said simply, drawing a line between them with a finger in front of her, connecting them. "You and I are both going to fight them, after what happened to Jaune's people and Ruby that's just facts. But you don't have fault in what happened to the White Fang, or those people. You were a kid, and involved in shit you shouldn't have been."
"Then whose fault is it?" Blake asked quietly, arms spread wide gesturing around them again. "Whose fault is all of this bloodshed, and dying, that the White Fang causes?"
"I don't know, who took over when your dad left? I know you mentioned to me last night that he isn't in charge anymore."
"Sienna Khan."
"Well, there you go." Yang smiled brightly, bobbing her head and crossing her arms, leaning against the tree behind her comfortably with a foot propped up on a root that climbed into the air. "She was in charge, she was the adult there, and she used your anger and your name to get what she wanted. How old were you and Adam back then?"
"When we truly became violent, I was twelve or so and Adam was fourteen, about to be fifteen." Blake answered weakly, shaking her head and reaching up to massage her forehead in hopes of easing the ache in her head. "But I still went along with it, Yang."
"Which is why you're responsible for it, but not at fault for it." Yang grinned widely, eyebrows raised over her eyes and head tilted in that cocky 'I am always right' pose she took sometimes about things when anyone argued with her. "You were way too young to deal with that crap, so maybe your parents are to blame for you getting involved. Or at least not taking you out of it when it went all shooty bomby killy."
"And beyond them," she went on while Blake stood, mouth gaping like a fish while she floundered for a response, "there's Adam, but even he was kinda grey area on age and how much he should know how to behave. Sienna, though, gonna guess she was old enough to know damn well better. You wanna know the people at fault? Mommy and Daddy, a little bit, but mostly Sienna."
"I still feel like it's my fault, though." Yang nodded, knowing she would and glad to have made enough progress to get to this point at least. "I can see the logic you're using, a-and I even agree to an extent, but… I still feel differently."
"Emotions don't answer to silly logic, Kitty-Cat. So don't worry about it, as long as you know better than your emotions and don't let 'em wreck you." Yang shrugged, raising a fist and flicking her fingers to extend Ember Celica meaningfully. "Now, let's talk about what I'm going to do to that bitch for you, okay? Sounds more fun."
"Yang…"
"Look." She sighed, forcing herself to smile ever patiently the entire time for fear of Blake getting defensive. "We know that in this, the Fang were involved, yeah? Got a couple of the surrender folks to say it, so that's settled. And we know that when you were too young to know better, you were fighting. You ever go off to kill a camp full of innocent workers?"
"N-No." Blake shook her head sharply, almost angry sounding at even the suggestion she could have for a moment. "We only ever attacked security personnel, and mechanized units. Sometimes we would sabotage robots and drones too, or extra vehicles, if we wanted to raise the costs. But I never would have suggested or supported anything like what happened out here."
"Then you can't be blamed for it." Yang shrugged, waving a hand dismissively, "Even if you could be blamed for anything else, since you were just a kid. Which you can't. So does Sienna like cheese or lettuce on her knuckle sandwiches? Asking for a friend. Or, well, two of 'em."
She raised her fists with a grin and Blake rolled her eyes, "God damn it, Yang…"
Sometimes, Yang could be outrageously aggravating. And sometimes, Blake just wanted to kiss her for how kind she was.
She wasn't sure which of those she felt right now, and so simply rolled her eyes and turned back toward the Dark Tower, "Come on, Yang, let's get some food. Breakfast is surely on its way to the table by now."
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"Master, you called for me?" Gnarl asked, shuffling into his Overlord's chambers and looking around almost reverently. "My, I have been away from here for some time… It is impressive to say the least, my Master."
Thick furs now covered most of the walls, mainly wolf though a couple successful hunts had brought in frost-boar hides and burly auburn-furred bears and so the shades around his room looked like a hunter's hut might. A dozen shades of white, brown, russet colors, and shades of black all arrayed warmingly along the walls. The bed was layered fur, but soon would be replaced by comfortably silken blankets and sheets full of downy feeling furs. The hearth crackled by the exit onto his small, personal balcony, smoke puffing out of the chimney beside the balcony where he could see it through the open curtain. In front of it a thick white bear's pelt had been laid out.
Which is where the Overlord stood, in thin looking leather and fur robes, gazing into the fire silently.
"Master?" Gnarl tried again, shuffling closer anxiously, until he could reach out and prod his thigh. Jaune turned, looking down on him, and the Head Minion quirked his head to the side questioningly. "You seem quite distracted, Master. Are you well?"
"I don't know, Gnarl. I wanted to ask you about that, actually." He held up the Gauntlet, curling and uncurling his fingers slowly for several seconds before finally asking. "Do you know that this Gauntlet is messing with my mind? Ruby's too."
"The Gauntlet… Has a will on its own, Master, that much is true." The Head Minion started, shuffling to a small stool beside the fire and easing onto it, looking at the embered fire as he spoke. "It guides as best it can, and nudges you with its opinion, but I don't know how or why. Sometimes, it may not do so, and sometimes it does, and there seems to be no rationale to differentiate between the two to my eyes."
"It is not guiding me, Gnarl." Jaune growled quietly, turning and taking two long strides to the balcony door, tucking his robe around him and leaning there to look out around the Tower. "It's controlling me. Pushing me to snap, to let my temper out. Pushing Ruby to… To love me, I guess, as complicated as all this is. Even now, when I know I should be afraid of what's coming, I'm just looking forward to-to killing the White Fang."
"Should you not be?" The Head Minion asked simply, bushy brow raised. "They attacked your people, killed them even, and someone you cared for besides even that. Of course you want revenge, to make them pay for what they took from you."
"But that's not what I am looking for, Gnarl." He said quietly, looking over his shoulder at him on the stool. "I don't want revenge, even as messed up as that would be. I don't want to make them pay. I want to enjoy finding them, beating them, and watching the life leave their bodies. And that isn't me! I am not like that, I've never been like that!"
"You mean you weren't." The creature said simply with a shrug. "You had not done much of what you've done now back then, not the least of which is using ancient magic and dying. I suspect a few character quirks are reasonable to expect after being smeared against a canyon floor like so much raspberry jam."
"Is there a way to stop the Gauntlet doing that to me?" He already knew the answer, he was sure, but he needed to ask. Needed to hear what Gnarl had to say, if nothing else, because only Gnarl was in a position to know. "And be frank with me, Gnarl. I'm not in the mood to play around."
"Only removing the Gauntlet, which would kill you once again, as far as I am aware." Gnarl answered quietly, watching his Overlord's shoulders stiffen at the news. "If I may, Master, just because you have changed doesn't mean you must change further going forward in your rule."
"I feel like you'd want me changing like this, Gnarl." He cut back, almost snarling through clenched teeth before he caught himself, sucking in a breath and blowing it out through his nose to calm himself. "Why would you try and help me stay as what you don't like? It makes no sense to me."
"I exist to serve, Master." He shrugged simply, smiling a toothy smile that he was sure was meant to be comforting or friendly. "I have said a thousand and one times, I feel, that I would love you to become a ravaging warlord warring across this pathetic world. But if that is not the kind of Overlord you wish to be, my job is to prevent that."
"Devoted, aren't you?" He joked, the Minion shrugging noncommittally. "I want you to start searching for your records in earnest. Once the camp is up and running, start taking Lien out to fund a search for anything left of your library. And anything you can study to replace whatever is completely gone."
"As you wish, my Master." He bowed his head on the stool, asking after a second. "My I ask to what end you wish me looking? Magic for offence perhaps, or the other Minion hives, or maybe enchantment runes?"
"There is no end, I want to know about the Overlord's past. The title and the people, and in detail. I intend to order an addition to the Dark Tower which will serve as a great library of this information." Turning to the Minion fully, he looked down on him and added, "Knowledge is power, after all, and I want it."
"Oh, Master, I knew you would come around. Like an evil, blonde, undead boomerang of sorts." Standing, the small creature hesitated for a moment before smiling and saying, "By the way, Master, Mistress Ruby has elected to have the venison steaks with diced roots and peppermint berry juice for breakfast this morning."
He waited until the Minion had departed in full before smiling slightly and pumping a fist in front of his chest, "Yes! I love peppermint berry juice..."
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An hour later, the group emerged from the spider-cave into the bright forest around Beacon Academy, looking around as they spread out in front of it and Jaune spoke, "You three return to Beacon on your own, and stay hidden for now. Ruby and I will follow in a couple minutes and go speak to the Headmaster and sort everything out, so don't worry about that."
"You're not gonna… Try anything, are you?" Yang asked, glancing to Tai Yang and adding, "Pops, gonna stay and watch the teenagers? Make sure no one touches anything too pink for our liking?"
"Y-Yang!" Ruby squeaked, fisting her skirts against her hips and flushing as bright as her cloak. "W-We just kissed, for Oum's sake, we're not… Like that! Gods, you're the worst. Just, ugh… At least you have faith in me and Jaune, Daddy."
"Yeah, gonna stay and watch 'em." Tai grinned as Ruby flushed, looking almost like steam would erupt out of her ears at any moment, and the others chuckled at her and everything else. Grinning, he added. "Like. A. Hawk."
"How 'bout a dusty old crow instead?" A voice called, Jaune's halberd snapping around towards it as everyone else reached for their weapons as well. Aside, he noted, from Tai Yang, Yang and Ruby, who looked disbelieving and angry, surprised, and absolutely ecstatic in order. "Hey, hey, no one stab me or anything. Or, you know, whatever you plan to do with that axe from all the way over there."
"Light you on fire." He answered, the swaggering man's eyebrows raising in response where he leaned against a tree Jaune knew he hadn't been at a few minutes ago thanks to his Minions. His hands raised, the man stepped away from it meaningfully and Jaune asked, "Who are you?"
"He's my Uncle Qrow!" Ruby crowed, taking two long steps towards him before her father could get a hand around her arm, tugging her back to his side. The act made Jaune nervous and so he stepped between her and the 'Qrow' warily, his axe held between himself and the man while Ruby asked, "Guys, what's up? Daddy?"
"What do you want, Qrow?" The aged blonde asked instead, raising an eyebrow while Ruby looked between the two men. "Or is this about Ozpin?"
"He wants to talk to the Overlord." Jaune stiffened at the using of his supposed name as the title it was, and the distasteful inflection behind it. Qrow must have caught it, somehow, and smirked, "Yeah, he knows what you are. But since you saved my niece, and haven't burned down a damn Kingdom or somethin', I ain't here to hurt you. Oz just wants a word with you, all by yourself in private, that's all."
"No." To his surprise it was Ruby, tone sharp enough that when she yanked free of Tai Yang's grip the man didn't try and grab her again. Moving to Jaune's side and laying a hand on her hip, closer to Crescent Rose than he'd expected her to go, she added, "I go where he goes, or we… Or we fight, and I don't want that Uncle Qrow."
"Then let 'im go… Why are you so defensive over him?" The man tried, looking between her and Jaune, and then grimacing as his eyes landed on the Gauntlet. "Magic, of fuckin' course… Whatever you've done to my niece-"
"All he did was save my life, Uncle Qrow. And I have a job now, in the Tower. Headmaster Ozpin has to know about it if he knows about the Overlord." Qrow frowned and, taking that as an answer, she went on. "We'll talk to him if my- If the Overlord wants to, knowing that he had someone waiting for us, but if a fight starts I won't let you hurt him just for what he is when he hasn't done anything to anyone."
"Fuck me sideways…" Yang sighed, joining Jaune on his other side and crossing her arms under her bust, "I will too, Uncle. Ruby's fight is my fight, I just look after her and for answers 'bout some shit, but you know all 'bout that. Know why I do what I do."
Jaune wasn't sure what that meant, and a glance told him that Ruby didn't either. Something between Qrow and Yang then, unless Tai had a reaction that could have told him something. But that would require turning his back on the man in front of him, which reeked of a bad idea.
And… Alcohol.
"He's not a bad guy, even if he stole my daughter's first kiss." Qrow's brow raised and his head tilted, pointing between Yang and Ruby with a finger, and Tai sighed. "The short one, Qrow. Yang probably kisses people a lot more than you wanna think about."
"He's right, I do." The woman next to him admitted, Jaune giving her a glance. She raised her brow and winked at him, but didn't say anything to him. Instead she spoke to Qrow on his behalf, "But from what Rubes has told me, that was her idea. She literally asked for it, so… I guess I have to be okay with that."
"Can I at least castrate him?" The man slurred slightly, fishing out a small silver flask with the same hand he'd pointed with a moment prior, explaining the smell of alcohol Jaune was getting. "Just, you know, to be safe?"
"Maybe later." Tai offered, a hand settling on his shoulder warningly. "I mean, it's not like he'll need it with my precious little gem, right?"
"Are you two seriously doing the threatening dad routine now?" Weiss groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose behind them and shaking her head. "You're having a stand off right now, you… Freaking psychopaths."
"And no one is cutting off bits of my-my…" Ruby froze, a finger raised and flushing beet red. "Him. My him. No one is cutting my him." His arms fell, haft resting on the ground, and Ruby patted his arm. "This is my him and, uh, yeah, no one is cutting up my… My him."
"You are so bad at this…"
"Oh hush, Blake. You're wearing your ribbons still so criticizing other people being silly is kind of hypocritical." Weiss cut in, Jaune sighing and shaking his head tiredly. "Not that your ribbon really hides anything."
"Wait, what's up with Blake's ribbon? Ruby asked, turning to look at the woman with wide, wondering eyes and a cute tilt of her head. "It looks normal to me, at least… What's up about it, Weiss?"
"Oh dear Oum…"
"Can we just… Get back on the important thing?" Qrow finally interrupted with a tired, but seemingly unsurprised somehow, looking between Ruby and Jaune. Sighing again, somewhat dramatically this time, he spoke to them and Tai all, waving a hand as he turned, "Fine. Whatever. Tai, Ruby and tall, dark and evil, you all come with me. Everyone else go do whatever you want, I don't care."
"Can we trust him not to try anything?" Jaune asked, turning to look over his shoulder at Tai Yang.
"Qrow? Yes. Especially if hurting you means hurting her." He nodded at Ruby, who backed it with her own nod and a small smile. "Ozpin? He'll do whatever he thinks is best, even if it isn't. I have your back though, and if he tries anything that would hurt you or Ruby, he'll only succeed over my corpse."
"Hopefully not…" He nodded though, thinking for a moment before turning back to Qrow, the man leaning against that same tree and waiting patiently on him. Smiling wickedly behind his metal mask, he said, "As a show of good faith, I'm leaving my axe behind. I hope that makes you and the headmaster feel better about me, with everything else on top of it especially."
"Yeah?" The man watched him invert the axe, planting it in the soil and sending an unspoken command for his Minions to move it into the cave when they had left. Seeming somewhat impressed, he nodded and said, "Yeah, actually, kinda does makes me feel better. A bit, at least."
"I'm not an enemy, Sir." He said simply, leaving the unspoken 'at least not yet' that had sprung to mind. Waving his normal hand, he added, "Please, lead the way for all of us. I'm unarmed and will come along peacefully."
And if they tried anything, he'd grab Tai and Ruby and use the axe to teleport to safety. Then he'd send Minions to warn the others and bring them back to the Tower, where they'd be safer than with his enemies. And get to wear those leather trousers again, which Jaune would be lying if he said didn't give a great view.
What? He was an evil, undead lord of magical gremlins with magical powers, a dark monolithic home, and a frozen hellscape that his 'people' managed to eke out a living for themselves and him both in. He still looked at girls, particularly when they weren't paying enough attention to stab him for it.
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So a quick self-advertisement, but I have officially begun work on Re:Programmed, which is an entirely original concept book series that I am writing with the assistance of several members of my little community. It will be a sci-fi story set at the turn of what I call the 'unification stage' of a civilization, where governments ally or blob together to unify the planet and start colonizing outward, and set in the aftermath of climate-based catastrophes spurring on much of that unification. The story itself will rarely if ever touch on that, though, it's just the setting.
We also have sex robots **throws confetti** ~ Voltegeist
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I've spent the last couple years working towards being able to do this and can't wait to share it with all of you.
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Nerd Lord 2nd :
He's a very plastic character. Just put him in a situation, turn on some heat, and he'll it any mould you wish him to. That is in part why so many authors employ him so often as to be saturating, he's the single most viable candidate for any story you can possibly conceive.
Also, yeah, Ruby is adorable and conflict-mired, but decisive when she needs to be and willing to stand up to seemingly anyone for what she believes is right. In canon, that was Qrow and Ozpin, so I felt safe using them here as well.
Yiggdrasill :
Blake's conflicts are layered, and I took some of this chapter to dive into them and explore them a bit. As she said here, she in large part caused this shift. And I take implications and assumptions off Sienna using Blake's name because it makes sense to do so, to use it to validate their new direction. Which would put a lot of blame on Blake's shoulders if they turned into evil, uncaring terrorists attacking indiscriminately.
And yeah, Ruby is great.
The Impossible Muffin :
How convenient, it whammied Jaune out of nowhere too.
Dragon Blase X :
I actually had that particular interaction planned since I decided Ruby would be at least the first Mistress.
Blake Guest :
In canon, Blake doesn't believe that the White Fang are robbing Dust stores and sites indiscriminately, because a human criminal with no love for Faunus is the one at the head and the White Fang had never done that before. In that situation, she was perfectly justified to think people were pretending and dressing up to pin it on the Fang. Happens all the time in real life.
Then she looked into it, to find out, and when she discovered that the Fang were involved tried to use what she was and who she was to stop it. That failed, and showed her how radical and fanatical they had become now. Once Blake knew for fact what was going on, she expressed no sympathies whatsoever for the current White Fang.
That is the end of her canonical bias for the Fang. Refusal to accept a sudden and radical change in tactics and decorum, acceptance with evidence, and then a fanatical opposition to it.
But people thought she would attack Jaune outright for fighting them, or sabotage him to help them, and… That is a bit unfair to Blake. I mean, she's not my favorite character, but I don't think she's THAT kind of character.
Sorry for the rant, but wanted to discuss it in totality. Beyond it moooooslty being a joke on my part.