I'm back guys. Sorry for the break but I had a small project that needed to be done for my college class. RWBY is owned by RoosterTeeth and Persona is owned by Atlus.
That and I was playing the Kara no Kyoukai event of Grand Order which is pretty fun but an absolute grind but it wasn't boring like the Valentines event.
Been watching Overlord since Abel Sephaos told me it was a good show and I binge watched season 1 and what's out of season 2 . It was really good considering the only comparison was Sword Art Online. Its pretty hillarious. I don't know why it became the normal thing to do but people really need to stop hating Sword Art Online. Granted it isn't that good of an anime but it's not as bad people make it out to be.
In the absolute silence of the Dark Hour, a creature was shaking in pure anger. The chattering of its white bone like helm and the rattling of its chains that appeared to be made of barbed wires was unsettling to any that was within that area. It just looked like it was made with the intention of snaring and tearing away at flesh when it looped round the body.
The burning crimson eyes of the beast that was so so similar to a Creature of Grimm glowed in correspondence to the emotions that was being leaked out of its slim body frame. It lashed out with the chains attached to its body and immediately shredded the gigantic trees that have been growing over a century into tiny splinters and scrap wood.
It howled in rage, how dare he?! That half breed bastard destroyed its meal that would have been used further its power and evolution. Mother Nox had warned it to not devour all the Shadows in one sitting due to her little agreement with the Death of the Mortal world that had the audacity to defy the ultimate unrivaled existence Nyx, the Night Queen.
It was the plan to allow the Shadows to divide and divide again producing lesser Shadows that would devour each other to create greater Shadows that would in turn create lesser Shadows as well. It was a well thought out plan that would have eventually been a self-sustaining system of Shadows for it to devour and this increase in strength.
"While it is somewhat of a setback, the mortal's saying, there's always a silver lining may be accurate."Nox's voice spoke to it telepathically. There was a bit of annoyance in her voice, but it caught its interest.
"I'm not familiar with the word play of mortals nor do I care," The entity responded. "But judging from your tone then perhaps you have something in mind that could make up for this?" Its curiosity was fairly high due to the fact that it's mother, it's creator never spoke to it without reason.
She most likely enjoyed talking to the blue haired half breed more than she did with it and that infuriated it. Why did even its own mother think it was inferior to that abomination? What was so special about that former human besides his status as the Prince of the Fall and the true Vessel of the true Death.
"Indeed," Nox sounded perplexed and a bit smug. "That foolish attendant, it appears that she had opened yet another rift that leads back to our world and to think she would release even HIM… interesting."
"Him?" The Shadow asked. This being must be a significant existence judging from her tone. At the very least more significant than lowly humans and the beasts that it was forced to eat to overcome the vast divide between it and the false messiah.
"Yes… Him as in the Harbinger." Nox clicked her tongue feeling mixed emotions on the matter. "To think that blasted attendant had that much power to separate Death from the Mother of All… its almost unfathomable that she had managed that feat. If I was a lesser being, then perhaps I would have classified that act as a miracle."
The reason she had mixed emotions on the matter was because on one hand it benefited her plans greatly. The other hand was that she had severely underestimated how much of a threat that attendant of the blue haired Fool was. To had managed to separate and existence that was tied to Nyx is not a feat that could have been quantifiable, it was most likely not just the Messiah that was superior to her in strength but Elizabeth too as well. Powers above her should not exist besides her mother.
"Him? Truly?" The evolved Shadow asked. It had a hard time believing that a fellow Death could have betrayed the Star Eater that easily. To have seen the mother of all with his own to eyes, to glimpse upon such perfection, there could be no greater salvation and enlightenment. How could any existence possibly reject such a higher being in favor of a hairless ape?
"It matters not," Nox eventually responded looking at the fractured moon. "He is currently moving towards this direction… when he arrives, you should know what to do."
"Yes… I shall devour his flesh and his blood to become more powerful and perfect and then I could fight that abomination." And it couldn't wait, the False Death could practically taste the power it would gain from absorbing such an entity in to itself. "I will consume everything of him and continue to do what I have always done… Evolve."
As irksome as it was, if Nox claimed that the half breed abomination was superior to it in strength at the moment then that was probably was true. It was her creation and thus was the fragment's pride, to say that her first creation was inferior to a former mortal, a former human must be pride shattering. It needed more power, those pathetic black and white beasts were hardly filling but the sheer number of those inferior beings made up for their low power. To degrade itself to eat those beasts and the souls of the animal life within the forest was an insult that it would never forget. Minato Arisato would pay for his insolence the moment it gets a chance to face him in combat.
Rin Fuyu Arisato was sifting through the sketch book of her favorite slash only son who had just returned. A small part of her wanted to scold her son very very harshly for being gone for so long but it is also because of his disappearance that convinced her to brush it under the rug. It had been a long 3 years without him and it was Minato that was the one to keep the family together. She had no personal attachments to her husband and father to her children but her youngest daughter Marina was absolutely spoiled by him and thus had a significant influence on that little one's life. Her fist children who were twins were more or less just her children due to her rather possessive side over them combined with Shiro's heavy work load, they were practically strangers in all but blood.
In all honesty, Rin was slightly angered to know Minato was alive the whole time in another Kingdom Vale despite the relief of that as well. The 34-year-old woman considered it a miracle that her child was alive after that large influx of Grimm attacks when they lived in the Iris Village for a few months. They originally left Atlas due to finding the people that occupied this kingdom to be generally a very toxic group of people with over excessive pride and arrogance. She didn't fault him for preferring the more welcoming atmosphere of that kingdom compared to the more meritocracy and militaristic cultured Atlas. Though she had a few questions on how he survived and managed to travel to Vale, they weren't questions that should be asked when he had mustered up the courage to return to the shithole of a kingdom Atlas. If it weren't for her husband's occupation as a renown and well-regarded researcher for the weapon's division of the military, she would have left this kingdom the moment she became the matriarch.
It had been a perfect opportunity seeing that her husband died from an accident from the Atlas military research lab. The blue haired woman never loved Shiro Yuki, the marriage to that man had always been something that benefited the Arisato family rather than her own wants. It wasn't that Shiro was a terrible husband, but she had always founded him… underwhelming. Though the rest of the marriage candidates was repulsive to her in some way, shape or form. Shiro was someone she considered tolerable, but she couldn't find anything more positive to say about him despite living with him for over a decade.
Stealing a glance at her son Minato and her daughter that was also his twin Akane next to her sorting out the groceries, Rin had a small barely noticeable smile. Her children were the only thing she'll ever thank her former husband for. Minato's awkwardness, Akane's drive and almost clairvoyant nature and Marina's spoiled child like behavior were things to be cherished. They deserved a choice in how to live their lives, something that she nor her own late mother ever got a chance to. It had always been about the Arisato name, their given names and ties to Mistral never seemed to matter.
While the current matriarch was home schooled and was but a 16-year-old girl at the time, she wasn't an idiot nor naïve as her own parents thought her to be. The other candidates simply wanted a trophy wife and the assets that her family had painstakingly built up for roughly 7 generations now through investing and coincidentally living under a copper and gold mine. Her ancestors at the time only had enough money to but a house that was barely above a run-down shed, but it can be said that that decision is the best one they have ever made. The Arisato family had always been blessed with very good luck and had an interesting ability alongside their shared Semblance.
Their first child would always be male thus making the producing of heirs for dying families of similar stature looking for new blood very easy and less risky. That trait and their extremely diverse predictable Semblance very desirable. Little did they know that they themselves would simply be absorbed into their bloodline, adding their traits to theirs as well as their assets.
"This is quite interesting," Rin nodded to herself and hummed with pride as she flipped through page after page. "And very promising as well." She, due to her upbringing had some sort of a sixth sense towards revolutionary money-making ideas. Each sketch aside from the few initial prototype designs of the motorcycles were a sparking gem on their own right.
"Rin, please," Her son sighed. "I don't your flattery. It's rather embarrassing if I were to be honest." He scratched the back of his head and fiddled with some sort of strange gun strapped to his white belt holster. She narrowed her eyes at the gun shaped object for a few seconds before her sin shifting uncomfortably, Rin quickly turned her attention back to the sketch book. That would simply have to be addressed in another time when her son is more comfortable. It is simply inevitable that her son would develop and grow during their time separated.
"Yet again," She sighed. "You, for the second time this night referred me by my given name. You must refer to me as mother or momma if you want to be particularly endearing."
"Okay then… mom," Minato started but noticed a slight disapointed look on her face that he almost missed. It was almost embarrassing to see a grown woman in her thirties practically doing a miniature pout. "…Is something wrong, Rin?" Minato was rather confused, his Counterpart's memories shown a more series and affectionate mother but… not quite like this.
"…Don't call me mom either," Rin eventually replied. "It isn't cute enough. Mother is adorably formal and Momma I prefer for obvious reasons. Please refer to me with either of those but NOT Mom. Mom just sounds ugly and undesirable."
Despite the passive or perhaps even stern expression she wore, his Counterpart's mother was actually quite playful at times. At least when it came to her children that is. It was such a child like response that it had taken the Fool back a bit.
"Sometimes, I just don't comprehend your thought process… Mother." Minato admitted. He said mother rather strangely as if he wasn't sure. Rin just chalked it up as it due to the fact that Minato himself probably hadn't even uttered the word mom or mother for years now, so it should have been expected.
Minato's stomach growled. "When's dinner, Mother? I'm rather hungry, I only ate the pudding in the refrigerator." He would never be ashamed for his appetite despite what others say, they were simply jealous that their metabolism doesn't allow them to eat whatever they want and how much they wanted at any given time.
"YOU DID WHAT?!" A feminine voice practically roared in rage. Akane, his twin stormed back into the kitchen after she just finished sorting out the groceries and placing them in the refrigerator, spice drawers and the fruit basket. The wavy crimsoned haired girl growled lightly as if she was imitating a cat of some sort. Her molten golden eyes had a reddish coppery tint to it that actually made them otherwise beautiful eyes a bit intimidating for the Fool and he had fought beings beyond Human comprehension like the Reaper, Elizabeth, Death, Zeus, Chronos and Nyx herself… though it can be said she wasn't really fighting him in the first place.
Despite being his Counterpart's twin sister, she couldn't be more different from him and the rest of the family by extension. Akane had very long crimson hair that reached her thighs which didn't have any particular style besides having bangs that covered her forehead in differing lengths. Though it wasn't as long as his fringe that covered his right eye and reached his chin. Her hair also had an ahoge or cowlick on the top of her head giving it a bit of character.
Marina looked like a miniature form of Rin with a more playful expression that possessed a child like charm that his mother lacked. Which made sense seeing Rin was a grown woman and had a more mature motherly expression. Their hair only reached their back about a foot past their shoulders. The only real difference between them and himself were the shades of silvers that their eyes possessed. Marina had silver eyes that resembled gun metal which possessed blue and purple undertones, an overall very unique shade that contrasted to the clear pale silver Ruby possesses.
Rin's eyes were very beautiful due to them resembling a chromite ore which is a predominantly silver in coloration but was peppered with tiny pink, red, purple, green, yellow pigments here and there which mixed in to the most dominant silver color. They resembled a multi-colored geode than anything else rather than conforming to one specific shade like his silver eyes that had an icy steel grey tinge.
All in all, Akane's coppery gold eyes were an irregularity among the Arisato family. One thing that they all shared was the preferred color of choice regarding their clothes. Red and black, those were the color that they wore, and they even had the same preference for they the style that they wore aside from Minato for obvious reason due to being born a male.
The reason that the three had preferred black and red accented gothic Lolita dresses was most likely due to their mother Rin's habit of playing dress up when they were children. Even his Counterpart had taken part of it when he was younger, when he was still very feminine looking due to being around perhaps 6 at the time. As Yuki and he got older, the more obvious masculine traits began to become more pronounced but even then, they had an androgynous look and had softer features than most men.
"…Please don't remind me of that," Yuki shivered inside his mind. "Those are not the best memories to remember." There were times that Yuki had trouble sleeping at night due to the fact that his mother still had pictures of his dress wearing days store somewhere he couldn't reach. No matter how many physical pictures he ripped up and 'misplaced', his mother Rin always had a new spare or copy resting within the dresser of her room the next day.
From what the Fool had seen from the memories of Yuki, it wasn't as bad as he was portraying. His Counterpart seems to have a habit of overreacting. Perhaps that's why he had the 'Anti chick forcefield' that Marina had mentioned.
"…Shut up," Yuki said sulkily. "…It wasn't that bad."
"Are you even listening?" Akane snapped her fingers an inch away from his eyes and broke him out of his mind. "I was really looking forward for that pudding. And… and you ate it without remorse! I…I even put my name on it." Her lips quivered, and her eyes became watery as she pouted. It wasn't like she couldn't have replaced it, but it was the principle of the matter, Akane started with placing ownership on her pudding due to Marina eating it all. She simply hated people taking what belongs to her even something as common as pudding.
"…You can have my dessert today, okay?" Minato offered. He had no real remorse for eating her pudding, but he didn't like taking from others without paying it back somehow. It was like owing a debt to the Persona User which left unaddressed will eventually get under his skin and irritate him. That and most likely, if Akane was truly his Counterpart's younger twin sister then it wouldn't be out of character if she was also an individual that enjoyed the act of eating food.
"…Really?" Akane stopped quivering. She gained a hopeful expression as she made eye-contact with the Fool. "…Are you sure?" If she could have his dessert then the initial loss of her pudding would have been made more than alright, to a lesser extent than her mother or brother, Akane too was a bit of a glutton and it seemed that she was also the only one among the family that readily admitted and even accepted whole heartedly that she was one. It was rather hilarious to see the fuming expression of her mother when she called her that. Bring a glutton meant that the dessert portions were also large as well, thank whatever god or higher being was out there for giving her family the trait of having a fast metabolism.
Minato simply nodded once, sighing internally. He wasn't really that attached to desserts as his Counterpart's family, so it wasn't that big of a deal to him. The only sweet that he ate on a consistent regular basis were ice cream and chocolate. Cake was nice, but he only really like a chocolate and coffee cake during lunch or breakfast.
Rin even removed her attention away from the sketch book filled with prototype and conceptual designs that he spent months in. well… it was rather sporadic when he worked on the designs. Minato had started jotting and sketching his ideas down in paper the moment he decided to create the Dust Recrystallizer in the beginning of the year. There would be days or even weeks where the Fool wouldn't work on it and there would be days where he was filled with imagination and creativity that improved his already innovative mind born from creating multiple strategies and tactics at once to fight on even terms on the hordes of Shadows in Tartarus.
Akane in a similar fashion to Marina earlier and embraced him in a tackle hug that knocked him off his feet and toppled the refrigerator which hit the tiled floor with a loud bang. Unlike Marina however, the impact actually managed to sting him a bit. It appears that both Rin and Akane had their unlocked Aura, something that Marina had not which was interesting to the Fool. Why would the whole family have an unlocked Aura but not Marina? He found it strange due to the fact that their blood ties to the Schnee family no matter how loose and long ago it was, retains the ability to pass on the same Semblance time and time again from parent to child. How that was possible, no one knows.
"That's just adorable," Rin squealed like a little girl seeing a kitten or puppy in person for the first time. The older blue haired woman held the sketch book between her arm and the side of her body using her limb like a clamp as she snapped pictures with her Scroll of her first-born children hugging. something that hadn't happened for years now even before her son had supposedly been dead for 3 years. It was something that was unfortunate, despite being as close as siblings could, Akane and Minato simply had been forced to grow up too fast.
"What's your secret?" Yuki asked as the Fool sat on a comfortable massage chair that was on the roof of the mansion. The sound of running water from one of Rin's fish ponds was extremely relaxing as he watched the fragmented moon from the highest point of the building. It had been a while since he moon gazed, it was one of his favorites things he did in his down time after all. Whether it due to Nyx's influence on him as the Vessel of Death or due to the shattered moon's own beauty, Minato could care less.
"Secret?" Minato clicked his tongue in annoyance as his peaceful moon gazing was interrupted by Yuki. Normally, the Fool wouldn't have been so irritated, but this was one of the nights that he would have preferred to have some peace and quiet especially with such a beautiful moon out. That was a rather rare occasion to have such a bright moon and clear night sky showing the brilliant clusters of stars illuminating the darkness. "What secrets? I don't comprehend."
"How did you get Akane to hug within 2 minutes tops?" His counterpart was almost freaking out. "She hasn't hugged me in years!"
"Perhaps she just missed you," Minato shrugged seemingly tired of entertaining the conversation. "Do I have to use my Personas to drag you to the depths of my soul for the night as punishment?"
Even though he has gotten much better at socializing with people after his original journey, the slight awkwardness and preference to be alone is imprinted within his soul. There would be moments when the Persona User would just prefer to be alone and away from all forms of company.
The problem was that since Minato Yuki and Minato Arisato was now one complete and singular existence that no matter what he did, Yuki would always be there. That was a rather large problem due to the fact that the Fool needed 'recharges' every once a while and he could only get that 'recharge' away from people. To be quite honest, Yuki talked a bit too much for his liking as an individual that leaned on the more silent type, not quite Ren type silent but close enough.
The only reason the Fool doesn't silence him at times was due to the undeniable fact that it was he that gotten the better end of the deal. Granted, Yuki had gotten his part of the deal from Elizabeth like removing Marina's memories of Yuki's death and being resurrected but his freedom and actions were very limited.
"Oh my god," Yuki came to a realization. "It's the coffee. It's the goddamn coffee." He felt that he was going to be sick and he didn't even have a body. The idea of Akane might succumbing to Minato Arisato's transcendent charm built from years of his experience of dating women and drinking coffee was too disgusting to even think about.
Ryoji was not having a good night. Not only was his physical body was gone, he also had to walk through miles upon miles of forest grounds. Good thing that he wasn't human so the need to rest was nonexistent to him.
His current body was simply something akin to pure energy forced into a physical for to be able to interact with the material world. His old body was actually reabsorbed and broken down the moment he fused with Nyx after his fight as the Harbinger against SEES. As powerful as Elizabeth became over the centuries and millennia for the sole purpose of removing Minato's burden and his fate, even she for all of her new-found power was barely enough to remove him from the Night Queen and to send him to this strange world.
Once again, his 'body' flickered and glitched out like a computer program. It didn't hurt or anything of the sort, but Ryoji Mochizuki could feel his existence being undone just for being within this world. He smiled thinly. "This doesn't look good for little ol' Ryoji right now."
He was an unnecessary existence to this world that had an already fully developed system of death and most likely its own incarnation of death. To have a foreign Death was not needed but that was fine, he had no intention of being a Death of this world. Ryoji simply wanted to right the wrong in his previous life.
The former Death lacked the courage to fight his fate and turned his back to his oldest friend Minato who had been his vessel for over ten years. But things were different now, in here, in this world that rejected him, he had no reason to follow Nyx.
He could truly be his own person here. Ryoji breathed deeply as he took a short break sitting on the rock looking at the fractured moon. He found it amusing that he could only find freedom in a world that wanted nothing more than to snuff out his existence like candle light.
Looking down on his flickering hand, Ryoji balled his fists as if that strengthened his will and resolve. "This time… this time I'm truly on your side Minato… brother."
Closing his eyes as he let out a deep breath, Ryoji adjusted his favorite slash only yellow scarf and began his journey to find Minato once again. Elizabeth told him to find a gigantic school called Bacon or Beacon or something. To be completely honest, Ryoji could have cared less what the school was called. Though going to school sounded like a very Minato thing to do… it appeared that no matter how long time has passed, there were certain traits that would never change regarding the blue haired Fool.
Ryoji lightly smiled at that. There was something that transcends the bounds of time besides bonds, it was almost heartening.
A series of loud growls caught his attention as he immediately stood up in response from the flat gray stone boulder that he was sitting on. Ryoji narrowed his eyes as he tracked down hundreds of blood thirsty and malicious beasts of black and white. Ryoji never experienced this dark emotion before even when he fought Aigis on the Moonlight Bridge as a mere fragment of himself, but he had an inkling that this was the emotion called hate. He clenched his fists as they trembled in silent rage, these beings were unacceptable. They do not deserve the beauty of living what so ever and, yet they exist as bountiful as the leaves on a tree.
Yes... hate, Ryoji simply hated these lowly beasts for simply existing. Such putrid blood lust and malice has no place within world. It angered him, how dare this world accept these creatures but reject him without a second thought. Remnant… the living will of this planet was worse than even Gaia in that sense.
"Abominations that gorged themselves on the blood and life of others… you dare show yourself baring your fangs against Death itself?" All life had a purpose in the world but for Ryoji can't fathom what these beasts are capable of besides snuffing life out of humans without regard.
He was Death or at least he was Death and to him, those creatures simply were an affront to his very existence. Death's role was to take life, so the next generation could take their place and regulate the cycle of existence. Even the Fall was a more merciful fate than dying to these abominations. The Fall prophecy worked under the principle of returning life to its source, Nyx, it wasn't as harsh of a fate than most would have expected, something that Minato would have also had known as well due to being his vessel for ten years and actually encountering the shell of Nyx at the end.
Life was beautiful, life was precious, living by itself was a reason. An existence that snuffs out life for the sake of it was unacceptable and an abomination worse than his own origins as a Harbinger created for Nyx by the Kirijo Group. Ryoji valued life because he was Death, Death is but a part of the cycle of Life so how can he not?
The Grimm roared collectively but were unwilling to advance despite the immense urge to rip the evolved Shadow to shreds. The younger less armored ones were simply looking like they were losing control to their urges and were about to rush forward. Something that they won't live to regret.
Ryoji walked forward with his arms spread wide open as if he was urging the Grimm to advance. "You all will not see another sunrise, mere beasts that knows only destruction."
In the garden of Beacon at the peak darkness of the night, Weiss glared at her sword Myrtenaster as she focused her mind to the best of her ability. While Minato was gone for the break, the white-haired heiress had made a decision to master the ability that she never even had successfully used even once.
The summoning portion of her Semblance. Something that Minato Arisato and her own older sister Winter excels at. Something that she should eventually excel at as well should she put in the effort.
With the Dolt Ruby and her Blonde brute of a sister gone, Weiss could finally concentrate on her own improvement for once instead of investing her already precious and miniscule amount of time to whatever schemes those 2 came up with. Though… it was rather quiet without them as well. Not that she minded or anything, it's not like she missed their company or anything ridiculous like that.
Blake wasn't much of a conversationalist and her choice of reading material could use some work. That stray cat thought she was so slick with how she hid her perverted depraved preferences when she switched the covers of the books she read with something else. That Faunus wasn't fooling anyone, she had been exposed reading Ninjas of Love a long time ago by Ruby who did who know what with it. The heiress was sure she seen a glimpse of that smutty book sticking out of the red hooded scythe wielding teen's locker, but it was closed by the Dolt before she could verify.
Weiss shivered at the possibility of that book influencing her younger leader if it was truly within her possession. She wasn't that Dolt's sister or anything, but it was worrying to think about… perhaps she should tell Yang of that possibility, but she also didn't want to make a claim as heavy as that without substantial evidence either.
Slowly but surely, a white glyph with 4 swords pointing outwards appeared with a breath taking ephemeral shimmering colorless glow. The slow rotation of the glyph started to gradually speed up to the point that the heiress could no longer distinguish each individual sword or the designs within.
Good… this was steady progress. She simply needed to keep up the momentum and not falter at any bumps and inconveniences along the way. Mastery comes through repeated use and experience.
Taking a deep breath and tightening her grip on her rapier, Weiss increased the size of her glyph making it tripled the previous size within seconds.
Good… it appears that she was getting a better control over it in the past few days. Normally, her glyph would have started to shimmer and begin to shrink at this stage but right now… her control over it has yet to even feel strained.
Was it because she felt more motivated now seeing another practitioner of her Semblance using it with ease? Or was it because after the constant failures that Weiss managed to find the correct path to travel on her own?
Either way, she could care less of the reason besides the irrefutable fact that she was improving. That should be the only thing that matters, her progress is now undeniable.
As if the Semblance resonated with her mentality, it grew even larger in sized and speed up in its rotation. This was the farthest she ever went besides her accidentally summoning the arm of the armored Geist Grimm variant she fought that gave her the scar on her face. Ever since then, she never managed to replicate that feat again.
The white light of the Semblance began fading and slowed down, Weiss almost panicked at the sight of that. Feeling the doubt beginning to resurface, the Summoning Semblance shrunk down a bit and began to look unstable. Fading in and out, Weiss couldn't help but feel a bit of defeat seeing her progress amount to essentially nothing.
No! She refused to have failure again. If he can do it then so can She! She was the heiress of the Schnee Dust company, to inherit that title and the future role, failure is simply not an option for them. Especially herself, it is her mission in life to once again regain the pride and honor of the company laid down by her grandfather, the founder which her father who wasn't even a true Schnee by blood had thrown away.
The glyph stabilized and returned to its previous size and stabilized. Weiss smirked lightly as a bead of sweat traveled down her face and dripped down to the ground she was currently standing on. She felt a bit light headed from the over excessive concentration and the fact that she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, but it was well worth it to see a flash of bright pure white light erupt from the summoning glyphs as numerous rays of power that was filled with her essence, the Aura she expelled and empowered her Semblance.
The flashes of light started to die down and fade revealing the gigantic sword of her summon albeit in the proportion to a human's weapon.
A clink of metal echoed and reverberated as an armored hand gripped on to the hilt of the weapon. Ripping the sword out of the ground causing some cement and marble to be flung out of the sidewalk, the Geist possessed Knight Armored Grimm got into a fighting stance awaiting orders.
It was currently a few minutes past midnight but her blood, sweat and tears of the last few days were worth it just to see a miniature knight wielding its sword with practiced ease. She smiled, her radiant expression was filled with pride and eager nervousness.
For some strange reason, the Schnee heiress wanted to show the fruits of her labor to the slightly older Blue Haired Persona User rather than her older sister Winter. She didn't know why but there was a pit of nervousness in her gut that usually wasn't there as she thought about how that lazy albeit very handsome and enigmatic classmate would react to her achievement and how he would praise her.
She had never met another individual quite like him that she was willing to put in the effort to actively try to learn more about said individual. If only Jaune could take a hint that the Schnee heiress wasn't the least bit interested in him. It was genuinely irritating to be in his presence due to the constant flirting.
The girl was so lost in her thoughts that her summoned knight faded… only after tripping and cutting down a rose bush.
A rose bush from the gardens of Beacon… the heiress did not change expressions besides the deadpan look she developed from being around Minato and the constant flirts from Jaune who she had no interest in what so ever. She was screaming internally… Weiss did not want to explain why or how she managed to cut down one of the plants that the staff of this amazing school painstakingly grew.
Headmaster Ozpin and most of the staff at Beacon were reasonable. Professor Goodwitch on the other hand…. It was rather frightening to even think about. It was well known that Glynda Goodwitch believed in corporal punishment and to a certain extent so did she but… not when it was used against her.
"Hey Weiss," Blake's voice echoed as her rhythmic foot steps was heard every time her feet made contact with the pristine marbled pathway. "You didn't show up for lunch or dinner, so I figured you'd be a bit hungry right about-" Blake paused as she saw the heiress just emotionlessly staring at the ruined rose bush.
"Want to blame it on Team CDRL's pranks?" Blake asked as she held out the plate of Tuna salad. It was the extra that the cat Faunus wasn't able to finish but she figured the heiress was hungry enough to eat almost anything at this point and it wasn't like she ate directly from this plate or anything. Her parents had taught her about manners and cleanliness as the daughter of the White Fang's founder, so she would know proper etiquette should the extremely rare opportunity of Humans coming to Menagerie arise. It was a hassle when she was younger but looking back, Blake was grateful due to the fact that it helped her with blending in within human based society.
Faunus with tails or other appendages usually used them in some way shape or form in any act that they proved easier or more beneficial. Those types of table manners almost seem to gross and disgust most Humans which could easily cause the spread of misinformation on Faunus culture. Like how Sun thought she and Minato was engaged due to the head pat and ear scratch which was a rather affectionate and romantic gesture reserved to those who that Faunus could trust wholeheartedly.
Blake couldn't blame the Fool for that even if that act had left her embarrassed to the point of robbing her voice when she needed it the most to clear up the misconception Sun had. That gesture might not have been that big of a deal to humans besides it being an affectionate gesture to younger children within their family but to the Faunus, that act was arguably even more loving and more valued than even sex. Not even prostitutes except for the most depraved or desperate would ever offer a man the opportunity for that act.
Weiss mechanically nodded. It was fortunate for the heiress that Team CDRL was almost universally hated for their bullying. Granted, they stopped bothering Jaune around the time that the Forever Fall trip took place. She didn't like Jaune but it was refreshing to see him stand up for himself instead of instantly submitting to those waste of breaths that could barely be called humans… well people. She was trying to get rid of the Faunus hating mentality that her family had ingrained in her and the constant terrorism that the White Fang had used didn't help but the heiress was willing to judge people as individuals as opposed to a collective.
Blake and most of the other Faunus she met in Beacon or out shopping didn't really fit the bias that she labeled them with. It was almost embarrassing how erroneous her judgement on the Faunus were looking back. It appeared that Beacon had helped her grow far more than she had expected beside the obvious improvement in her fighting style and technique. The cat Faunus was even considerate enough to have brought her a meal when she had ignored her body in the favor of mastering one skill that alluded her until now.
That gratefulness evaporated as Blake unconsciously started eating the tuna salad. Blake widened her eyes as she realized what she was doing and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Tuna is love, Tuna is life."
If you have a suggestion or a scene for Minato's family, I'll take it into consideration. I'm still playing around with their personality and how they react to certain things. I was gonna make Akane have the Semblance equivalent of the Wildcard kinda like Delsin Rowe from the Infamous series but I fear that that might be kinda like oc favoritism that generally turns people away from fics.
Leave a review or Pm to tell me your opinion on that matter and I'll make a decision based on the results.
