Hope everyone in the US who celebrates had a great Thanksgiving! Hope everyone else had a great November!
Not that I post at any regular intervals to begin with but expect chapters to be hectic in terms of release come January. Training for a new position on top of going back to school, so going to have even less free time than usual.
But I digress. You're here to read (presumably), and not my blurbs. Here we go!
Weiss drew a long breath and held it, exhaling with a smile wide as the window she stared out of.
She'd missed Vale. Secrets notwithstanding she'd sorely missed civilization. Holbrook had been… Decent, certainly preferable to sleeping outdoors unguarded, if only just. Plockton had been in shambles and largely abandoned even with refugees and the Branwen tribe taking up residence. Ambrose hadn't been much better.
The initial hustle and bustle of activity, something which typically annoyed her to no end, came as a welcome surprise when she woke. The braying of a mule pulling a cart along had been music to her ears in the wee hours. In the dining hall she'd reveled in the mish-mosh of chatter, listening in on what conversations she could. Beyond her own adventures not much had happened for Initiates, which made sense; the Week of Veneration was a break for all but the most essential of Hunters. Anyone else had the time to do whatever they pleased. She'd been upset at first for having spent her entire week off in the field but that had passed.
A few initiates had approached her when she'd arrived in the dining hall, starry eyed and eager to hear about her adventures. She didn't recognize them whatsoever, but news had spread. After being healed, enjoying a good warm bath and sleeping in a comfortable bed she hadn't the heart to turn the awestruck youths away.
It wasn't all that long ago she'd been in their position after all.
Breakfast had been lovely, and with a temporary reprieve granted by Ozpin she had the day to herself. The rest of her friends had been granted similar and gone their separate ways.
Weiss' smile faltered, staring down into the courtyard beneath her room. Initiates scurried across the space, books clutched to their chest, lost in conversation or marveling at the Church and all its majesty.
None of the others had elected to stay. Blake excused herself late last night to see her uncle and had yet to return. Ruby and Yang had been sought out by their father, Tai, and the trio had been gone since the wee hours of the morning.
All that meant Weiss was on her own.
Drumming a finger against the window sill she released a long sigh, drew the windows closed and padded across the warm wooden floor to her bed. Glancing at her door and waiting to be certain she knelt, dragged a rugged sack out and deposited its contents on her bed.
Stray papers with elegant, harried handwriting scrawled across the sheets fluttered everywhere. Already having gone over them she knew they held no real value beyond insight into a madman's thoughts. Interesting for some. Rubbish for her. Weiss swept aside a few papers and sat on her bed, unwrapping Merlot's journal from a cloth cover and chewing the inside of her cheek, staring at the deep purple case, unmarked save for a few scuffs in the leather.
The first few pages were covered in nothing beyond diagrams. Sketches of some kind of Grimm, something resembling a slug, if Weiss had to make a comparison. Images of anatomy, of organs, and one or two sketches of some manner of spell, judging by the runes inscribed, that Weiss couldn't place.
She hadn't gone further than that. The mysteries within the book were just as much Yang's right to know as they were hers, moreso even. Delving into matters without the Dimuran present felt wrong. Her own curiosity could wait.
Casting another look at the discarded papers she frowned, setting the journal in her lap to gather them up. Notes about failed tests, musings on Merlot's behalf. Suggestions for trying to sever the brain stem to grant a Grimm autonomy over a body. Weiss shuddered and almost burned that one on her candle before setting it in a growing pile instead. Merlot was meticulous in his notetaking. He was also completely insane.
There was so much to unpack, too much for her alone to sift through. Like it or not she'd probably have to enlist the aid of the Church in understanding the material. Would they offer it though? Would they allow her to keep any of the documents? Probably not. Hells, there was no guarantee they wouldn't try to keep her quiet for learning about the experiments. Not if Raven's claims were to be believed.
Just like that there went her good morning. Weiss leaned forward and rubbed her temples, eyes closed, and lips pressed into a thin line. They needed answers. Answers for Merlot's work, answers for Raven's claims, answers for things she didn't even know they needed to be explained yet. Trying to wrap her head around the growing list made it throb.
She'd try the library first, then perhaps consult Qrow. The man had been forthcoming before reaching Vale and there was no telling if he'd remain that way now, but he was a safer bet than going directly to Ozpin for the time being.
Weiss jumped at the unexpected knock on her door. "Just a moment!" she called, making hasty grabs and gathering the papers together, stuffing them into the sack. "I'm getting dressed, please wait!" The journal went in last and she placed it back under the bed, pushing it far against the wall for good measure.
Getting dressed indeed. She paused to check her outfit, smoothing wrinkles on her white pleated skirt. Her white blouse was in order, although she loathed the red lace along the neckline that tickled her chin whenever she lowered her head. Plucking a stray thread off her sleeve, she stopped at the door, ran her hands back over ponytail and put on a smile. Her smile grew until her cheeks ached spotting two familiar faces on the other side of her door.
"Pyrrha!" she exclaimed, rushing out and embracing the redhead. "And Jaune!" Graceful as ever the boy gawked when she hugged him, even if it was a one-armed embrace. Undeterred, she stepped back and looked between their baffled expressions, tilting her head. "What? You two look like you've seen a ghost."
Pyrrha regained her wits first and shook her head. "N-No, no, I think we're just both surprised you hugged Jaune."
"Not that I'm complaining but… Are you okay, Weiss?"
Was she okay? Laughter bubbled in her breast and Weiss giggled, covering her mouth as her eyes sparkled. "I'm happy to see two of my friends, is that so bad?" She dropped her hand and her smile inverted, forcing a frown and placing a hand on her hip. "Or would you prefer I slam the door in your face?"
"There's the Weiss we know and love!" Jaune said. Pyrrha looked at the boy exasperatedly before shrugging.
"I'm happy to see you two, you buffoon. I didn't realize my being happy was such a momentous occasion."
"It's not. But we've heard about what you went through with the others." The parsed down version of events, Weiss assumed. "We just expected you to be a little more…"
"Despondent? Crestfallen? Closed off? Depressed?"
Pyrrha cringed. "I was going to say upset," she answered, offering a smile in apology. "Sorry."
She didn't think it had been that bad. Okay, it had been that bad. Awful even.
Officially they had fought and beaten Merlot. That much was public knowledge by now. Their hand in Ambrose too was well known, albeit only in a heavily edited form. A mysterious illness caused by miasma, a madman trying to induce the greatest Grimm outbreaks the kingdom had ever seen, and a handful of near-death encounters besides.
Her friends weren't wrong in expecting her to be in a dourer mood. It was just hard to be upset when they were here. Friendly faces did wonders for the soul.
"Give me just a moment!" Weiss hurried back into her room, slipping on her newly gifted white boots. White like the rest of her outfit, almost garishly so, yet comfortable beyond anything she'd ever owned.
After locking her door behind her she turned back to her friends, raising an eyebrow as they stared at her.
"Now what?"
"Where'd you get those clothes? I don't remember you owning that outfit before."
"Because I didn't. It was a gift, actually, one that was delivered to my room along with a letter of apology." Her friends exchanged puzzled looks and Weiss felt another giggle break loose. "You wouldn't believe who sent it either; O'Rourke."
"Isn't that the guy you fought before?" Jaune asked.
"I didn't fight him. I… May have encased him in ice, b-but that hardly constitutes a full on brawl!" Heat rose to her cheeks and Weiss narrowed her eyes while the pair laughed. "But yes, Lord O'Rourke is 'the guy I fought'. So, you can imagine my surprise then when I arrived the other day to find a man waiting here for me, gift in hand."
Pyrrha nodded slowly before raising an eyebrow. "And you accepted it?"
"I needed clothes," she said with a shrug. "And they are nice, if a bit much for my tastes. I can only imagine who must have chewed him out for the trouble he caused." How she'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall for that scene. "Enough about me, though. How are you two? I trust you had a more pleasant week away than I did?"
They started to make their way outside, pausing to press against the walls and allow a group of newly minted Initiates rush up past them.
"Much better, judging from all we've heard," Pyrrha answered, giving another apologetic smile before shaking her head. "We saw perhaps one or two Grimm there and back, and not a single one near the town."
"And what did you two do?"
"Helped with construction mostly," Jaune answered. "They're expanding the town and need to redo some of the walls. We figured we'd lend a hand while we were there… Heh, or four." Pyrrha giggled and Weiss merely rolled her eyes at the joke as they moved downstairs. "Besides that we didn't do too much. Just a couple of friends helping people out!"
Friends? Weiss gave Pyrrha a look as if to say 'Really?' The redhead flushed, eyes darting towards the boy before she shook her head, gestured for Weiss to keep quiet and clasped her hands together pleadingly.
If Yang were here, she'd press and pry until something gave. Lucky for Pyrrha that she had some self-restraint.
Speaking of Yang…
"Oh! I'll have to introduce you two to the duo Ruby and I worked with." Pausing at the landing Weiss turned to her friends with a smile, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "Though a fair warning, they can be a little difficult. One doesn't know when to stop talking, the other almost never starts."
"First one sounds like Ruby," Jaune laughed. "Or Nora."
"It would make sense it sounds like Ruby: one of them is her sister after all."
Jaune's jaw might have hit the floor if not for bones and muscle holding it in place. Pyrrha kept her composure a little better, although her eyes did widen enough to put the moon to shame.
Oh, right.
"Wait, Ruby's sister? As in the one that's dead?"
Come on, Jaune, was that really a necessary question?
"Yes, the very same," Weiss answered, cringing at her own blunder. "I… Don't think I was supposed to mention that yet." Or at all.
"That's…" Pyrrha paused, pressing her lips before smiling. "That's wonderful news! It also explains why Ruby was such a hurry to leave this morning. After all this time to think she's still alive."
She was lucky neither were grilling her for more information; evidently, Weiss had forgotten how to keep a secret. Hardly a world ending revelation, but it had been something Ruby wanted to share later. At least she couldn't see Jaune or Pyrrha making the same blunder.
Scratch that, she could see Pyrrha keeping it a secret. Jaune would either be harassed until he broke or slip up just like she had.
Warm fresh air kissed at her face as they stepped outside and Weiss paused a moment, lifting her arms and groaning as her back popped. Passing clergymen and women spared them fleeting smiles or brief greetings and they returned them in kind. It was refreshing if she was honest. So many Hunters came and went from the Church that non-combative members had long since ceased being surprised by their presence. To many they were still Initiates, and while Weiss would argue her experience made her much more already, she wouldn't go begging for attention or recognition.
"You said Ren and Nora are waiting for us?"
"They were at Monty's last time we checked," Pyrrha answered, lips curling into a bemused smile. "I'd imagine Ren's having a time trying to keep Nora from eating without us. Shall we go help him?"
With a short laugh Weiss nodded, walking alongside her friends as they passed through the Cathedral's wrought iron gates. "I'd like to make sure there's food left for us too," she joked somewhat. Nora's appetite could make that a very real concern.
A Hunter's work was never done.
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"Onto the next order of business…" Tukson adjusted his spectacles, one of the lenses cracked. "There's the matter of the buildings along the river up for renovations. The city has promised us ownership so that we might use it for housing for incoming refugees." He looked over the gathering before him, towering thanks to his height despite being level with the rest.
"There are eight buildings in all, some single-story, others two. They range in quality from good to… Poor." The woman beside Tukson frowned as she sifted through sheets of paper. "Nonetheless," she continued, "We're being given a chance to provide for our brothers and sisters."
"Not to mention bolster support for the Conglomerate," a stout Canis added, fingers dragging through a wild, ruddy-red beard. "Aye, the more folks we can get in the city, the louder our voices'll be. I like it."
"It does feel like we're being given scraps though. The best they could do is offer us ramshackle buildings?"
"Beggars can't be choosers, Alba. We should be fortunate that we're given anything at all."
Scales turned red as Alba, the lone Talpa in the room, narrowed her mismatched eyes at Tukson. "And they will continue to give us scraps if we accept them. Our stake in the city won't grow if we're an army of beggars, Tukson."
"The voices of a hundred are not so easily ignored."
"They are when they have nothing to back them, Finn!"
Tukson sighed and removed his tarnished spectacles to pinch his brow. "Alba, please. Concessions must be made to -"
"I thought you'd gained Ozpin's support but all I've seen is more of the same: we're given morsels to keep quiet and behave. How is that progress exactly?"
The trio went to bickering once more. Alba, the firebrand, took every chance she had to point out flaws or bring up how disingenuous a gesture was. Blake didn't care for the woman much. She would fit more in the White Fang than the Conglomerate; her uncle's movement sought change through incremental, admittedly painstaking steps. Change wouldn't come overnight with them, but it would come, he assured their followers. Alba and the White Fang clearly weren't as patient and judging from the murmuring around her some shared that sentiment.
Finn's voice and laughter boomed over everyone else's. It wasn't a volume born out of anger - Blake was sure she hadn't seen the man stop smiling once, but just because he was so bloody loud. Maybe it was to make up for his short stature? Like a warbling bird singing louder than the rest to attract a mate?
The man happened to spot her in front of the crowd, and he flashed her a toothy smile, muddy gems beneath a thick red brow sparkling in delight.
You have a better chance of Zorander himself visiting us than catching a night with me, old man.
Alba and others were tired of settling for small accommodations. They wanted more. She could appreciate that side of things too.
Unlike her uncle however who she didn't worry about in the slightest Blake found herself watching Alba closely. Being more aggressive was fine, necessary even. If the other side wouldn't give concessions easily then you made a firm stance and forced their hand. Not inherently a bad thing, she could almost see herself siding with Alba over her own uncle.
Yet her message was eerily similar to that of Sienna Khan's. Don't accept the status quo, force it to change. Admirable, until blades and spells and crime were used as bargaining chips.
How long until Alba resorted to those measures?
Blake couldn't criticize the woman. She'd taken part in it herself and for even more selfish reasons than others. She'd wanted answers first and foremost, betterment of her kind and others had been secondary.
One look around the Conglomerate's official meeting grounds was enough reason to buy into Alba's anger. A warehouse on the cusp of the residential district with high, cloudy windows, two of which were boarded up. Some work had turned the empty, abandoned structure into something resembling an assembly hall. Benches formed rows stretching from the table at the rear of the building to the doors at the front. Patchwork fixes with boards nailed here and there sealed holes, and ruts in the ground had been filled with sand and crushed stone.
Up above along the catwalks someone coughed, and Blake reflexively looked up. A cloud of dust had come free from moving a crate and people below began to cough and fan the air, protesting the unkempt conditions.
Except they were maintained. People cleaned weekly, did repairs more frequently than that. Yet when the foundation you had been given was falling apart at the seams it would remain a mess no matter how many fresh coats of paint or fancy chairs you brought along.
The Conglomerate had settled for the first building offered, likely assuming they'd get nothing better. To that end Blake could understand Alba's efforts to raise a fuss. But she also understood Tukson in that they had no real bargaining power. Unlike the White Fang who could at least make threats of violence they were peaceful.
At best they could protest. Craftsmen could stop making their wares, workers could refuse to show up, and they could continue to do so until their voices were heard.
Except they would all be replaced in the blink of an eye. Meera, Talpa, Toro, Canis, even Varuna, who again were notably absent, made up a fraction of the city's population. Even their services weren't worth much then. The only ones they'd be hurting with protests would be themselves.
"Perhaps we should reconvene later, once cooler heads have prevailed." Tukson's voice drew her from her inner debate and her uncle stood from behind his table. "Please, give some thought to all you've heard. We'll come back together in two days' time to discuss these matters again and should any of you have an opinion on the subjects at hand, you'll be given a chance to speak."
"Do not be afraid to speak out, brothers and sisters," Alba urged, planting her hands on the table as she leaned towards the crowd. "They can't ignore us if we speak louder. A hundred hushed whispers are still whispering, but shouts for change?"
"If I have to listen to you shoutin' anymore I might go deaf!" Finn cackled.
"Make your voices heard!" Alba ignored Finn's taunts and smiled, holding her fist in the air. A few chose to mirror her gesture while others politely clapped instead. "We'll be given our rightful place in the city yet. Keep on fighting and our day will come."
Tukson, tired and looking more than prepared to leave, held up his hands and waved for everyone to settle down. "Thank you all for coming. Remember, next week is our monthly dinner as well. Even if you cannot bring a dish feel free to come. I look forward to seeing you all there!"
While most of the crowd moved to leave Blake rose from her seat and approached the front. Finn and Alba looked to be lost in debate and were ignorant of her presence. Tukson on the other hand couldn't have looked more relieved if he tried. Sparing her uncle a small smile she hugged him, patting his back as he slouched.
"You did well, uncle. Don't be so hard on yourself."
"I couldn't get through a single point without someone arguing against it." By someone he meant Alba. Even if the crowd had disagreed they had the decency to let her uncle speak. "She picked apart everything I said tonight."
"That doesn't mean you're wrong. Even the best plans have faults, and… Having someone point them out helps make you better, right?"
"I suppose you're right. Having a difference of opinion isn't a bad thing," Tukson laughed. "But it sure does make my job harder. I don't know how Ghira did this for all those years…"
"Lots of support, plenty of rest." Blake's lips curled into a smile. "And maybe a couple of hugs here and there."
How many times had her dad come home from a rally and immediate embraced her or her mother? More than Blake could recall. He was always hugging one of them, or holding hands, or carrying her. As exhausted as he had been from his efforts Ghira always made time for his family, or now that she'd come to realize it, gave himself the chance to unwind and seek comfort.
Beyond her Tukson didn't have that. No wife, no children. He'd been married to the movement and his job and that hadn't changed since her parents' passing. If anything, he'd doubled down. Blake made note of the bags beneath her uncle's eyes, the fresh wrinkles on his brow and how easily his posture drooped. Like a flower starved of sunlight he had trouble remaining upright when not under the watchful eyes of the masses.
"You can't do everything yourself, uncle." Blake managed to get her arms around Tukson's broad waist, burying her face in his side. "Take some time off, okay? Let Alba and Finn handle things."
"Hah. I'd be happy to if I didn't worry so much. Finn would fall asleep or start a celebration, and Alba might burn the building down to make a statement."
"Is that really what you think of me, Tukson?"
Blake frowned as the woman approached. The Talpa smiled back, emeralds dull and hard beneath her thin brow. It wasn't a happy smile. She was tired. Tired and fed up. Blake released her embrace and stood beside Tukson instead.
"Your talking points remind me a lot of the White Fang, you know."
"Blake!" Tukson hissed.
"Why beat around the bush? I've heard the same rhetoric from other people before. Usually right before a raid or attack."
Finn whistled, meaty hands clasped together. "That's not a good look, Alba! Not at all!"
"Hush, you pup," the woman flicked Finn's head before turning back to Blake. "I'm not advocating for the same things they are. I'm just trying to make a point that we can't keep accepting small 'gifts'." Alba ran a hand through short strawberry-blonde hair. "But I understand. I'll try to keep that in mind next meeting."
"You listen to her but not me?"
Blake almost laughed at how indignant her uncle sounded. Instead of the head of a movement Tukson sounded far more like a petulant child denied a second dessert. Alba seemed to agree, laughing at his expense.
"Unlike you, Tukson, your niece has firsthand experience. I can appreciate what she says far more than your hyperbole."
"That doesn't make his warnings any less important," Blake said. "If people get the wrong idea then they'll join the Fang. That hurts you and helps them, which is exactly what the Conglomerate doesn't need."
"Don't you mean hurts us?"
Blake pursed her lips and went silent. She looked away from Tukson's confused stare and flattened her ears.
Was she joining the Conglomerate? Tukson had posed the question to her not a few times since coming back to the city. Each time she'd answered noncommittally. She'd think about it. She wasn't sure. She wanted to see more of what it offered.
That was three days ago, and she was no closer to a decision.
Rights for all races of Remnant were important. So too was understanding magic and the alleged conspiracies and conflicts taking place. When the entire world order was brought into question rights seemed, well… Not less important but smaller in significance.
"Blake is free to decide when she's ready, and she's no less an ally even if she chooses not to join us." Tukson's arm wrapped around her shoulders and she flushed at the show of affection.
Alba hummed before shrugging her shoulders. "I suppose that's true. She's clearly done with the Fang by now," the woman stared pointedly as she spoke. "And having a Hunter as an ally would be invaluable. It might give us a way to make the Church listen."
"The Church is important, aye, but they aren't the ones formin' policies, Alba. We need the nobles for that." Finn's tail thwacked against his own legs as he grinned. "An' I believe that lot owes you a favor now, don't they? Could call it in and do some real good for us here."
Cringing and looking away Blake shrugged her shoulders, earning a 'tsk' out of Alba in the process. She'd planned to use her favor for more personal gains. She still probably would, but being faced with the prospect of helping her uncle and the Conglomerate was hard to ignore.
"She's the one that fought and earned the favor, not us. If she decides to use it for something else then that's her right." Tukson pat Blake's back and offered a reassuring smile.
"Aye, aye, I didn't mean to put the lady on the spot," Finn waved his hand, then smiled apologetically. "Just an idea, lass. Use your favor as you see fit!"
"Not that we'd begrudge you for lending us help," Alba added.
"I'll consider it." Far from a guarantee and promise but Blake would give it some honest thought. That seemed to be enough for the pair as both nodded at her gesture.
"Anyroad, it's about time I get heading home. The missus will be wondering where I've gone to if I'm any later!" Finn chuckled, grabbing a weathered grey coat from his chair. Wool lining colored dark with soot framed his round face as he drew his hood up. "Remember, lads and ladies; a happy wife is a happy life!" He chortled. "Or husband. Whatever tickles yer fancy."
Alba pulled her own cloak on and smirked at Tukson. "Yes… Speaking of which, when are you going to settle down finally? I know of a few members who fancy you, if you need help."
"Can we not discuss my marital status right now?" Tukson groaned, face beet red as he ran a hand along it.
"Sure, sure. Just don't take too long, Tuk," the woman pat his back and winked. "I'm sure your niece there would love a cousin or two."
Alba's laughter was drowned out by Finn's more boisterous bellows as the pair left. Blake pursed her lips and made a point to stare at the floor as her shoulders shook. Tukson sighed, fetching his coat from his seat before noticing her strained expression.
"Blake… Not you too!"
Ears perked, the Meera smiled and shrugged. "I don't hate the idea if I'm honest."
"Blake…"
You do need someone, Uncle. I'm just not so sure Alba or Finn are the best matchmakers. She gave her uncle a consoling pat and walked with him to the doors. Neither am I.
Tukson paused to extinguish the torches before joining her outside. Cool early-autumn air greeted them, and countless twinkling stars shone brightly above, and along with the moon gave the dark city just a bit more light than usual. Crisp air, quiet, yet not uncomfortably so, it was a lovely evening as any. Certainly, more so than the few she'd had before returning to Vale.
Smelling one of the nearby canals on the air her nose wrinkled. It wasn't the cleanest of water, just as the district they found themselves in wasn't the most well-kept. Lopsided buildings cut an off-kilter silhouette against the night sky and the road, with ruts, holes, and hills aplenty was a nightmare for any vehicle to traverse.
Worse still was the area was actually improved compared to a few years ago. Blake had a hard time believing her uncle seeing the sorry state of things.
"So…" Tukson fiddled with his collar before giving her a hopeful smile. "Are we still on for dinner?"
Blake blinked once before nodding. "Of course! Why wouldn't we be?"
"Our meal won't be nearly as good as what the Church might give you."
"Uncle, I don't care if we're eating gruel," Blake said, then paused. Okay, maybe she would mind that just a bit, but they weren't. Sure, cheap steaks and bread weren't her first choice, but it was hardly a beggar's meal. "Are you sure you don't want me to stop by the markets? I could pick us up something. Maybe some kind of vegetable, or a dessert?"
"No, no, I can't ask you to spend your Lien on this. Besides, I'll have everything I already need with you there."
Curse the canal for making her eyes water. It was definitely the pungent water and nothing else. Blake drew her scarf up to hide her face and huffed when Tukson stopped her. She made no protest and accepted his hug, letting her eyes drift closed as she returned the gesture.
To think she'd picked the White Fang over this. Sure, she'd had her reasons, and those reasons still drove her, but she'd spent so much time from her lone surviving relative. Too much time.
Dinner, however paltry or simple, was a delight with her uncle. Even the meetings were enjoyable, or at least not so unpleasant that she'd refuse to go. He needed the support and she was more than happy to provide it.
"Now, we could stand here and hug all night, which I wouldn't mind honestly." Blake rolled her eyes at her uncle's earnestness. "But I think we're both famished. How about we get going?"
That sounded like a great idea. Dinner with family, probably spending the night at his home too. Blake stepped back from the hug and drew her scarf up again, blinking moisture back. The Church had no need of her right now and nobles hadn't made a point of asking after her yet either. She'd take as much time as she could with Tukson then.
Nearby a metal tin toppled over and clattered against the ground. Blake's hand shot into her tunic and she drew a dagger, whirling around on her heels and placing herself before her uncle.
Who was there? An assassin sent to quiet him? White Fang? Had the Church decided she was a liability and chosen to kill her?
Her eyes widened seeing none of the above but instead a meek looking Kanin clad in rags, long rabbit ears drooped. The brunette squeaked noticing the weapon Blake held and turned as if to run off. Tukson called for her to wait and his gentle tone gave the girl pause. His nudging prompted Blake to sheath the weapon again and Blake relaxed her posture, even if her hand did still hover near her waist at the ready.
"What is it, young lady? Do you need something?"
The girl didn't answer right away. How long had she been there? Blake's eyes roamed over her thin, sorry frame, ragged clothing clinging to slender limbs. Too slender. The moonlight did a horrible job of illuminating the girl's gaunt face and skittish eyes that refused to stop darting between her and her uncle.
She probably wanted food, if Blake had to guess. She needed a lot more: housing, most likely, and a change of clothes, not to mention work, and gods know what else. A prime example of why the Conglomerate existed. And the personification of Alba's frustrations with it.
"You… You're a Hunter, right…?"
Even with her hearing Blake strained to hear the girl's accented voice. She nodded in silence, relaxing her standoffish stance and tilting her head. "I am."
"You can… You can help me?" The girl - woman, she was probably closer to Blake's own age she realized, took a step forward before retreating again. "Please?"
What could a Hunter possibly do? Exchanging a puzzled look with her uncle she shrugged, then nodded. Sure, she'd try. Though whatever the Kanin could possibly need was well beyond her.
"You worked with her… Didn't you? The… The…" Choking on her words the brunette began coughing, doubling over and clutching her chest. Tukson rushed over before Blake could even try to stop him. He pulled a canteen from his jacket - water, she knew, and offered it to the girl without a second thought. She downed the entire thing in seconds.
"There, there, that should help." Tukson barely spoke above a whisper as he rubbed the girl's back. Her coughing continued but ebbed, and after a moment of soothing the girl she settled down, wiping her mouth on dirty hands.
"Thank you…"
"No need to. Now, you were saying?"
The Kanin cleared her throat and handed back the empty canteen, ears folding and cheeks getting a dusting of embarrassment. It looked much nicer than the dirt and grime clung to an otherwise pretty face.
"You worked with her… The Ydran girl." Brow furrowed, Blake tilted her head and motioned for the girl to go on. "White hair, uses… Ice. You're her friend, right?"
"You mean Weiss?"
Blake took a startled step back when the girl rushed her, hand immediately going for a dagger. When both her own were grabbed instead she blinked, staring into the desperate, pleading face of the Kanin.
"Is that her name?! I need to meet her! I… I have to thank her!" She turned her head and coughed again, holding up a hand when Tukson tried to help again. "Please… I never got the chance. Can you… Can you take me to her?"
"Er…" She didn't even know where Weiss was right now. Back at the Cathedral, she'd imagine, although that was a guess at best. "I'm not sure I can tonight."
"T-Tomorrow, then! Please? I have to thank her!"
Could she say no? Did she have a reason to? Blake looked at the girl for a long moment and tried to determine if there was something more insidious at play. She was borderline emaciated and no doubt desperate. Someone could take advantage of that easily. A few coins, a meal, it wouldn't take much to put someone like that up to a task. What if she set Weiss up for a trap?
The girl's expression was so genuine, so sincere and hopeful that Blake had a hard time discounting it. She might not be the best at reading people - she'd thought Adam was good for their cause for a long while, but she was positive Tukson could pick something out even if she couldn't.
"I… I can try. I don't actually know if she'll be around." The girl's expression dropped immediately. "But we can check. Even if she isn't at the Cathedral we could ask around. I'm sure someone will know where to find her."
"Thank you! Thank you!" Blake didn't expect the sudden embrace and held her hands at her sides. Her uncle only offered a shrug and smile. "I promise I won't be a b-burden! After I thank her, I'll never bother y-you again, I swear!"
"You aren't a burden, dear," Tukson placed a hand on her back and eased her off Blake. "We'll be more than happy to help you."
The Kanin nodded, wiping her face as tears fell down and stained her cheeks, cleaning them too. When was the last time the girl washed? Blake tried not to be rude, but the girl really did stink something fierce. It was off-putting.
"Tell me something…" Tukson lowered himself to level with the brunette and smiled. "Would you like to join us for supper? We have room for a third, I think."
Looking as if she'd seen a ghost the girl sputtered, then wiped drool from her lip and wrung her hands. "I… I…"
"Wouldn't be imposing, it's my treat," her uncle reassured her. "It won't be much, but it'll do you some good, I think. Perhaps you could take a bath too, if you'd like. I have a washroom at home. As for your clothes…"
"I have spares." Blake surprised herself just as much as she did the Kanin. Despite herself and her initial misgivings she smiled, placing a hand on the other girl's shoulder. "They might be a little big but, well…" She motioned to the girl's torn and tattered clothing. Anything would be an improvement for her.
It took a long moment for the girl to answer. Between gasps, trembling lips and choked sobs finding even a single word was difficult. Tukson didn't seem to mind in the slightest and Blake hadn't the heart to press the girl for an answer. Her own hunger was paltry compared to the Kanin's starvation, and her exhaustion must be a mild inconvenience by comparison.
Finally, after a moment of trying not to break down and another to gather herself the brunette nodded her head shyly.
"Y-Yes please…" She yelped and curled up when swept off her feet, cringing until she noticed Tukson smiling at her.
"You seem exhausted, young lady. Let me carry you until we get home? It's not far but I feel bad making you walk barefoot with how these roads are."
Blake hadn't even noticed that. Between the gravel and rocks, trash, and who knows what else along the roads it was hazardous even with footwear. The girl didn't seem to mind whatsoever and agreed with a curt nod, lowering her head and muttering a soft thanks.
"Well then, I think we should be going. Dinner won't cook itself…" Her uncle gave pause and looked at Blake. "Unless there's magic for that?"
"If there is then I don't know it," Blake laughed, relaxing and smiling right back.
"Shame, looks like we'll do it the old-fashioned way." She fell in line beside her uncle as they walked, funneled down the rickety road by dilapidated, unseemly buildings. Even as poorly as the scene looked Blake couldn't deny it felt a lot more homely than usual.
"Oh, and where are our manners? I'm Tukson, and this is my niece, Blake." Tukson smiled and Blake nodded her head politely. "What's your name, if you don't mind my asking."
"Tukson… Blake…" The girl cleared her throat and smiled, voice raspy while she spoke again. "My name is Velvet… Velvet Scarlatina."
"Well then, Velvet, let's get you fed and cleaned up. Then maybe we can look into finding you some housing nearby, hm?"
The girl looked to be on the verge of bursting again. Her eyes welled and she stammered before dipping her head, nodding, and covering her face in her hands. Tukson hugged her against his chest and have her a slight rock, a gesture more befitting a child but one that seemed to work all the same.
Blake watched on with a warm smile for a time before looking up at the shattered moon and starlit sky.
Sure, Ghira might have been a better orator, and her dad certainly could be inspiring in plenty of other ways too, but that didn't mean her uncle wasn't any good. Even before her parents passed Tukson would do things like this. Spend time out feeding those who he could, chatting with the less fortunate to try and learn what the Conglomerate needed to work towards. Ghira was at the front of the movement but Tukson was never far behind.
It was any small wonder they had chosen him to replace his brother. It wasn't because the organization had some monarchy at the helm. It wasn't like the kingdoms.
"Hey, uncle Tukson…?"
"Hm?"
Blake glanced over her shoulder with a smile, eyes twinkling in the moonlight, shimmering from unshed tears that threatened to break loose. "Dad would be really, really proud of you right now."
There went his walls, and Blake's too. Neither seemed to mind Velvet's presence and she certainly didn't make a scene of it. By the time they reached her uncle's home their tears had dried, but they were no less touched, sharing a hug after Velvet had been set in a well-worn armchair to rest.
"How about you go draw a bath while I get dinner ready?"
Blake nodded before offering Velvet a hand, helping the girl to her feet and grabbing her elbow for extra support. Together they shuffled into the washroom and Velvet nearly broke down again then and there, uttering thanks over and over and even apologizing once or twice for being an inconvenience.
Except she wasn't. Blake reassured the girl as she helped her into the bath, taking in the girl's scars as she worked at getting her clean as could be.
Her father always said the White Fang, at one point, and then the Conglomerate were like one big family. It was why they had the monthly dinners, why craftsman offered services to other members for discounted prices, or sometimes even free of charge. Even in Vale where life was somewhat better, they still had a long, long way to go, and so they relied on each other.
Blake had a suspicion the family grew tonight.
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Family.
Yang figured she'd had a pretty good one once. Growing up on Patch with Tai, Ruby, and Summer had been awesome. Better than awesome even. Tai played with them and handled the day-to-day stuff when he wasn't performing services. Summer cooked them incredible meals, read them stories, and went off on missions for the Church. Her parents were both heroes of legend, if that legend was tiny and only isolated to a single household.
The Legend of the Rose and the Dragon.
Yang snorted, scuffing her boot on the floor and looking through the far wall, not at it.
Her heroes now? Well, Tai had written her off for dead and moved on. Qrow too, and even now with her back in the picture he was still all for the Church, even after its fuck-ups. Summer was… Well, they didn't know. Raven made it sound like she was alive somewhere, somehow. They'd buried her years ago.
But then dad and the others buried me too. Ruby's hand gripped her own and the Dimuran managed a weak smile, one that faltered as her eyes fell. Leave it to Raven to make a shitty situation worse.
She'd spent a lot of time pining for a reunion, yearning for things to go back to the way they had been. Just to sit at a dinner table with her sister and dad again. To tell someone 'goodnight' and have them say it back in return. Simple pleasures, ones that she'd wholly taken for granted.
"Yang…?" Ruby's voice was gentle, hesitant. The look in her eyes spoke of a worry she didn't voice, as did the hand now rhythmically squeezing her own. "You sure you're ready for this? He'll come back if you're not."
Ready to see her dad? No, but then she wasn't ready for any of this. Returning to Vale. Facing the Church and Ozpin, which she'd still put off. If she could take Ruby and run off again without turning the kingdom on its head in the process, she would have.
"Yeah, I'm ready," she lied, ashamed at how easily it came. Ruby bought it and her smile became more genuine, softening as the two girls embraced.
Ready for Ruby's sake and even her father's. Her own? Hells, Yang had no idea what she wanted right now beyond getting back in bed and hiding under the covers.
Someone knocked on the door and Yang felt her heart leap into her throat in panic. An unfamiliar voice called to them instead, not her father's. Any relief she felt was squashed the moment they were told he'd arrived however, and the panic returned in full force.
"He's waiting outside, ladies. Shall I send him up?"
Yang didn't know. Ruby wasn't answering either, supporting her either way, she was sure. The Dimuran's leg bounced with nervous energy and she glanced at the window with heavy silk curtains tied back. She could climb out the window now and go somewhere else. Anywhere else. Anything besides facing her father.
But that would just be putting things off, and like hell she was going to avoid the problem forever. No, it was better to take the bandage approach and just get it over with.
"Yeah…" she answered, raising her voice when she realized she'd mumbled her reply. "Yeah, send him up. Thanks."
Through the door Yang imagined the butler, in his stiff, pressed outfit bowing like he had a paddle rammed up his rear. The wrinkly old geezer was nice enough, she supposed, although he gave her weird vibes. Nothing about him was genuine. He was the sort who was nice because it was his job, not because he genuinely cared. The same could be said about the nobles who were letting them use one of their spare homes as temporary lodging. Nice enough at face value, sure, but disingenuous.
Yang's nervous tic didn't stop as they listened to the butler walk off, if anything it got a million times worse. Her palms wiped on her brand-new trousers, licking her lips over and over while her foot all but slammed into the floor.
"Yang," Ruby whispered while putting her hand on her leg. "It'll be okay, it's just dad. He's going to be happy to see you."
"Y-Yeah, right…"
Happy, sure, but probably beyond upset. Are there going to be questions? How much could she tell him? How much should she tell him? Not knowing was making things worse. That same ignorance might be the only thing keeping her dad safe.
Yang's stomach lurched when there came another knock on the door. A much more familiar voice called through, hesitant, soft, and she felt her tongue swell and jaw clench shut. Her entire body trembled and jumped when Ruby's hand began rubbing circles on her back. No pressure again, only concern, compounded by a small, understanding smile that reminded her there was no need to go through with this. Ruby wouldn't be angry with her if she turned Tai away, although Yang might be angry with herself for being a coward.
One little nod and Ruby hugged her, then kept rubbing her back as she leaned forward. "Come in dad, we're ready."
Hearing 'we' meant more than Yang could put to words, failing to even utter a 'thank you' before her voice caught in her throat. She grabbed her thighs and took a deep breath, forcing herself to look at the door as it opened.
Taiyang Xiao Long froze in the doorway. He looked just like she remembered. Older, sure, which she supposed was normal. A bit more fuzz on his face, bags under his eyes, and his hair was shorter now.
"Yang…"
Hearing him utter her name with such tenderness made her eyes well up instantly. She almost drew away when he rushed into the room but instead welcomed his embrace, leaning into it and returning it with full eagerness.
"Yang… My baby girl…" Like a paper bridge she crumpled, burying her face in Tai's shoulder as her arms tightened around him. She heard him grunt but he didn't complain. He still smelled like pine and a hint of cinnamon.
Did he still bake mom's snickerdoodle cookies?
She'd hoped to have held up a little better once she saw her father. That lasted all of about ten seconds. When Tai began to cry the final walls collapsed and Yang joined in, bawling in ways she hadn't done since she was much younger. A second set of arms wrapped around her and she freed one of her own to embrace Ruby, her entire being shaking as she cried, sobs unabated even in the comforting embraces.
It all felt so surreal still. Sitting on a plush bed with regal purple blankets and throw pillows, with wooden floors so polished you could almost see your reflection, and an armoire so unnecessary and massive it was a wonder any one person could fill it, Yang wondered how anyone could live this way. Never in her wildest dreams would she expect to be in such a home.
Never in her wildest fantasies would she expect to see her family again.
She didn't know what to focus on. Tai's hug was warm, strong, and the slight bristle of his beard against her skin was both foreign and comfortable. The bed she sank into was softer than anything she'd slept on in years. Listening to the gentle rattle of carriages passing by outside was so docile, so regular, so… Normal.
She'd forgotten what life was like when you weren't constantly on the run. Gods she missed it.
Yang wasn't sure how long had passed before they broke apart. She'd long since run out of tears and her sobs had been reduced to whimpers, then a pleasant silence. Even as she soaked her father's shirt and threatened to crush him in desperate hugs, he never pulled away for a second, reassuring her that he was there for her, that he wasn't going anywhere. On all of Remnant nothing would have comforted her more than those few words in that moment.
When her breathing settled and she managed to pry herself from Tai's embrace she held still, flushed face turning a bit darker as her father wiped her cheeks clean. She hadn't the heart nor desire to tell him not to baby her. Truthfully, she wanted it, desperately. She even managed a smile when he began to look her over.
"I can't believe it… It's…" Tai coughed and swallowed, blinking a few times before rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. He was just as sorry looking as she was. At least Ruby managed to keep from becoming a sniveling mess. Kind of.
"We're back t-together..." Her little sister sniffled and almost used her cloak to wipe her face, instead grabbing one of the throw pillows and using that instead. Yang chuckled while their dad tried to tell her to be mindful, only to then accept the same pillow and clean himself off with it.
Feeling lighter than she had in a long time Yang managed a more earnest smile, rubbing her face with her bandaged hand before brushing her bangs from her eyes.
"Yeah… It's uh, it's good to see you again, dad."
"Same, sweetheart. I… You can't believe how beside myself I was when I heard the news. I honestly thought Maria was pulling some cruel prank until your sister showed up."
"Maria…?"
"One of the priestesses on Patch. Lovely old lady, if a bit… Eccentric," Tai laughed. "But enough about that, that stuff isn't important. I'm so happy you're here, my sunny little dragon." She almost broke again hearing the nickname. Thankfully her dad caught on and stroked her hair, then smiled and winked. "What a mess this has gotten. Don't suppose you'll finally let me cut it?"
"My hair?" Yang snorted and bat her father's hand away, gently, smiling as she rolled her eyes. "Never, not a chance."
"Heh. Some things never change, huh?"
"Cutting Yang's hair would be like… Taking away my scythe!" Ruby puffed her cheeks in protest and pointed at their dad. "There are just some things you don't do."
"Right, right," Tai smiled. "Like eating vegetables, you mean? Unless you mean to tell me you've finally started, young lady?"
While Ruby giggled and danced around various excuses Yang took a moment to just look at her father. He really hadn't changed much, just more tired. How much of that was her? Summer's disappearance had already hit him hard and hers couldn't have helped things. There was relief to be sure but it was marred by so much emotional baggage. It was beyond her how a guy like that could carry on giving sermons and trying to be happy.
"Dad, I…" Yang let out a shuddering sigh and wrung her hands together. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I never tried to get in touch, I'm s-sorry that I didn't let you know I was okay. I should have written to you, or even stopped by. I could have -" A finger placed over her lips silenced her and she whimpered instead.
"Yang, it's okay. Whatever was going on, whatever happened, you couldn't. I'm not mad at you, okay? Not in the slightest." He drew her into another hug and Yang managed to not bawl this time. Barely. "I'm just glad to have both my girls back."
"And I'm glad to have my big sister back," Ruby chimed in, leaning into her side and smiling bright, eyes twinkling like the full moon outside.
This was still exhausting, much more than Yang would have liked, but she was glad she hadn't put it off. There was so much she wanted to talk about, to do, that her mind went wild with the possibilities. She wanted to go back to Patch, to their old home, and spend even just a single day together as a family. She was sure Tai wanted nothing less too.
"If you girls haven't had dinner yet we could go out, if you'd like? Whatever you two want, my treat."
Yang took one look at her dad, making a mental note to help him find some new clothes - brown shirt and trousers? Really? She giggled at her private observation before shaking her head. "If it's alright… I'd like to stay in. That okay?"
"Whatever you want, sunshine." Tai kissed her forehead and ran a hand through her hair. "I can ask the staff here to make something?"
"Maybe they'll let us use the kitchen?" Ruby suggested, bouncing on the bed with a splitting smile. "We could make dinner together just like we used to!"
"I doubt they'll let us use their stuff," Yang mumbled.
"Nonsense, why wouldn't they? It can't hurt to ask!" Tai began to stand and Yang whined in protest, reaching for the man and lowering her head, abashed when he laughed and stroked her hair. "I'm just going to go ask them about the kitchen, alright? I promise I'll be back in a minute. I'm not going anywhere, trust me."
Yang couldn't remember why in the world she'd been upset with her dad now. He didn't know the circumstances surrounding her 'death'. He was clueless. He'd grieved, he'd wept, and he'd spent years thinking she was gone only for that to suddenly be turned on his head. That he was so willing and keen to pick things up without making too much of a fuss. There would be plenty of questions later she was sure but right now, with so many emotions everywhere, she needed a sense of normalcy.
"Oh, Qrow. When'd you get here?"
Yang tensed, head slowly swiveling towards the door. Her uncle stood just beyond it, leaning against the frame and doing his damndest to appear casual. The way he avoided her eyes suggested anything but.
"Hey Tai, girls," he nodded, finally looking at Yang before pushing off the frame. "Just got here, wanted to see how things were going." Qrow's eyebrows shot up when Tai embraced him, then gasped and kicked his legs as he was lifted off his feet and crushed.
"I can't thank you enough, Qrow. For bringing the girls home, for making sure Ruby got back safe, everything." Tai chuckled and tightened his embrace. "What would I do without you?"
"You're… Gonna find out… If you don't stop… Breaking me!"
The lankier man stumbled back and wheezed, rubbing his ribs while glaring at his friend. For his part Tai only smiled like an idiot, patting Qrow hard enough on the back to nearly knock the man over. When he finally realized the uneasy looks shared by his daughters however his smile vanished, brow furrowing. "Girls, something wrong…?"
Absolutely. Yang didn't even know where to begin with any of it. There wasn't anything she could say without either sparking an argument or making Qrow look guilty. Even if he was, which she was still fifty-fifty on, now was hardly the time or place to be starting a fight. Qrow's arrival already put enough of a damper on the mood as it was.
"We just didn't know Qrow would be coming!" Ruby spoke up, hopping to her feet and hurrying over, embracing the taller man. "He mentioned having another mission, so we figured he'd be gone still! Welcome home, uncle Qrow!"
"Ah…" Qrow raised an eyebrow before chuckling, giving Ruby's hair a ruffle and smiling. "Yeah, just got back earlier tonight actually. Thanks, kiddo."
"Well then your timing couldn't be better. Why don't you join us for dinner, Qrow? I was just going to go ask about using their kitchen."
"We'll go!" Ruby clung to one of Qrow's arms, rocking back and forth on her feet. She gave Yang a smile before tugging on their uncle's arm. "Let's go ask! And maybe you can help me steal some cookies if they have any…?"
"Ruby," Tai wagged his finger. "What have I said about sweets before dinner, young lady?"
"Uh… Not too much?"
Qrow laughed while Tai hung his head, and Yang found herself chuckling along with it all. Ruby winked at her before giving Qrow's arm another tug and hauled him off, leaving her and her dad alone. Anxious energy returned her leg began to bounce again and she exhaled once Tai closed the door, closing her eyes and hugging herself.
"What's going on, sunshine?" Tai wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in close. "You looked kind of spooked there for a second. It's just Qrow."
"Heh… Spooked? What would I be afraid of him for? He's harmless."
"Yang…?"
"I'm fine, dad, honest." Yang flashed the blonde her biggest smile, giving him a jab to the ribs. "He just, uh… Reminded me of some stuff, from when he found us." She shrugged, leaning into Tai's side and closing her eyes. "I'll tell you about it later, promise. Can we just… Relax for now?"
"Sure thing, sweetheart. Whatever you want to do," Tai kissed the top of her head, pulling her into a full embrace and rocking her gently. "You're here, that's all I'm worried about."
Yang answered with a lazy nod, turning her head to bury her face in Tai's chest.
Must be nice.
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Weiss rolled over in her bed and huffed, unburying her head from her pillow. The long shadows on the walls meant it was still late in the evening, or early in the day. A glass half full, half empty kind of distinction. Rolling onto her back and staring up at the dark ceiling she frowned, then sat up in bed and threw the covers off herself.
She couldn't sleep.
She blamed it on nerves, excitement, or some combination of the two. Lunch with her friends had been a delightful, chaotic affair. Nora embellished her and Ren's stories while the latter added a touch of reality to the fantastical claims. They'd eaten quite a lot and she'd surprised herself in just how much she'd put away. A day of aimless wandering and one stomachache later and she'd decided to turn in.
Not before stopping by Roderick's shop however. She had nearly forgotten about her weapon until Ren brought it up and asked how she'd liked it. After excusing herself from her friends she'd made a beeline to the store to pick it up. Only to find it had been taken away from Lord Bisset not a day earlier.
With no reason given and little cause to hold onto it - Lord Bisset had paid for it after all, Roderick had handed over her to-be weapon without a fuss. She couldn't say she was surprised, not really. Clothes were one thing, and even if they came from her arch-enemy that was one gift she couldn't see being taken back.
A rapier made of expensive, rare materials? Lousy as the gesture was Weiss could at least understand the reasoning.
What was she supposed to do about a weapon though? She had Lien, not to mention a favor with nobility for her service. Could she use that to get her rapier back? Did she even want the same one?
If she asked for another then that would mean waiting longer. Waiting, obviously, meant either settling for something lesser in the interim or forgoing any kind of work outside the city.
The latter might not be so bad. She did have to begin her studies for practicing developing wards and there was the small matter of her personal research too. Even now she itched to read over Merlot's work and study them for the hundredth time. She'd gleaned nothing of value from his harried writings before but maybe this time would be different. Or, more likely, she'd be left frustrated and pulling her hair out.
Weiss cursed her impatient mind and closed her eyes again, drawing the blankets up over her head and focusing on her breathing. She had plenty to do and could ill afford to be exhausted tomorrow. Now if she could just fall asleep…
Clunk.
Maybe she could actually get some rest if she counted down. Or if all else failed Ruby did always suggest warm milk helped her fall asleep.
Clunk.
Weiss threw the blankets down and growled. Something else struck her window and she glared at it, swung her legs out of bed, and marched across the room. Throwing the blinds open she yelped when another small stone bounced off the window pane, throwing it open and hanging her head out to shout at whoever was pelting her room.
Instead she stared down at the man below, drawing a blank as she tried to determine what in the world he was doing here at this unsightly hour.
"I do apologize for the lateness of my visit, but we need to talk. It's rather important, I'm afraid!" Lord Bisset, swung his cane and smiled up at her, tipping his cap. "I humbly suggest you get dressed and come outside. And do change into something more appropriate."
Weiss glanced down at her nightgown and her cheeks turned pink. "I was sleeping!" she hissed. "With all due respect, go away. I'd like to get back to bed!"
"I have your rapier waiting for you, Weiss."
Her hands froze on the window and she narrowed her eyes. "Are you using my weapon as a hostage?"
"I like to think of it as an incentive." He laughed, bouncing his cane in hand before putting his hand to his chest and taking a bow. "Humor me? I need only five minutes of your time, nothing more. I'll hand over your rapier once we're through and be on my way. You have my honor on that."
Honor of a nobleman, huh? There was something to be said about that but Weiss didn't want to come across as belligerent, as well-deserved as it might be. Looking back into her room and staring at the bed for a moment she sighed, grabbing the window again and tossing her hair back. "I'll be out in five minutes. Don't go anywhere!"
"Wouldn't dream of it, my dear."
"If this is some kind of courtship…"
"Perish the thought!" Lord Bisset laughed, then smiled and leaned on his cane. "You're a bit too short for my tastes, young lady."
Weiss slammed her window shut and stormed to her dresser to get ready for… Whatever this was.
So, it was a lengthy chapter, yes, and admittedly not much plot progression. I'm hoping for more "One Piece filler" than "Dragon Ball Z filler". Whether I succeeded in that regard remains to be seen!
Figured after the last few however we needed some down time, and a chance for the characters to interact without, you know, potentially dying every second.
Next chapter... It'll come out when it's ready!