It was amusing, sensing the rage that came from the little girl that wore such a gaudy mask. Weiss' smirk only seemed to enrage Shadow Stalker even more, which was rather predictable. She was supposed to be a future hero? Savior of the innocent and a protector of the weak? Yeah right, her attitude made Weiss want to laugh.

"What did you say you fu-" Shadow Stalker started speaking, until she was interrupted by Weiss lifting a single finger, giving the younger girl a superficial sad smile.

"Oh no, she can't hear. Do you want me to speak slower? A bit louder?" Should Weiss have been this aggressive since she was just now meeting the girl. Perhaps not, but no one talked to her in such a manner, not even Father, Whitley, or anyone that disliked her, of which there was a long list. That only made Stalker even angrier, the rage practically radiating off of her. If this was Remnant, Weiss was sure that that would have been enough to summon a horde of Grimm.

"My, name, is, Weiss, Schnee." Weiss said slowly. "Your newest teammate. I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, but that would be a lie, and I don't fancy myself a liar." Funny since she was really good at lying, courtesy of Father's lessons.

"What? So you're some fucking skinhead that got caught?" Shadow Stalker stood up to her full height since she was hunching over for some reason. She was definitely taller than Weiss, but just a tad shorter than Yang. And skinhead? Where did that come from? Another one of this world's weird customs, or was the message lost in translation? Valish, well English, wasn't Weiss' native language after all, despite her proficiency.

"As you can see I have a head full of hair, and no it's not dyed." Weiss shrugged and turned her attention back to Chris' cartoon. She was too hungry to deal with the brute. "Now shoo before my nose gets used to your smell."

After what sounded like a growl, Shadow Stalker stomped off muttering something that sounded like 'racist bitch' under her breath, leaving Weiss and Chris with just the sounds of the cartoon's rather boring slapstick comedy. That went much better than she expected.

"H-How did you get Shadow Stalker to listen to you?" Chris asked after a few minutes. Weiss' eyes never left the television screen.

"Based on what Missy and Dennis said, she's hard to work with and tends to bulldoze through you guys." Weiss had dealt with Raven Branwen, a girl around Ruby's age would pose no problems. "What happens when an object meets an unbreakable wall?"

Chris nodded slowly. He was still playing with that colorful cube, twisting and turning its sides.

"And she doesn't know my powers are, so attempting to assault me is out of the question, unless she's an insane idot." Which she probably was, but at least she wouldn't try fighting Weiss, at the moment that is. The various security cameras in the common room most likely helped with that as well.

"Ah ok." Chris said dumbly, staring at the television.

Weiss' stomach started to hurt again. Yeah, she wasn't going to stay hungry just because she didn't know her way around here yet.

"Hey Chris."

"Y-Yeah Weiss?" His hands kept fidgeting with the cube, and one of his legs kept tapping against the floor.

"Take me to the cafeteria, I'm hungry and I still don't know my way around here."

"O-Ok."

The next day, Weiss had her appointment with Glenn Chambers, the PRT Director of Public Image. Naturally, Weiss wasn't going to let some random stranger decide what she was going to wear, she barely even used her personal stylist back home. Once she was done settling herself into her new home she would have to buy some new clothes, instes

Sighing as she walked into the temporary office the man had apparently comandeered the day before, anarchy reigned as soon as she opened the door.

Dozens of men and women who didn't seem much older than herself skittered around, some holding mannuequins with costumes, others with messy folders. Seated in the center of the chaos, directing everyone like the maestro of a symphony, was one of the most unattractive men Weiss had ever seen, and that was saying something. He was obviously Glenn Chambers since he was the one giving orders.

It wasn't because the man was fat, because anyone could be attractive as long as they presented themselves in the right way, but it was pretty obvious that this person also knew that. He wore a baby pink button up shirt that was half tucked in and half not, with the ugliest green shorts Weiss had ever seen. He didn't have enough hair for a mohawk, despite the amount of gel he used.

Taking a step backwards to escape the chaos, Weiss' hair color seemed to have exposed her amongst a sea of black, brown, blond and the occasional bright color like blue or red.

"Ah Miss Schnee! Welcome!" Mr. Chambers said, his voice rather grating, but someone deep at the same time. Turning back around, Weiss flashed the man one of her signature heiress smiles.

"Mr. Chambers I presume?" Weiss started walking towards the man, who rolled his chair behind a desk near the back of the room.

"Correct." He started typing on his computer immediately. "Someone bring Miss Schnee a chair!" He shouted that last part rather rudely.

Not even a few minutes later, Weiss found herself sitting in front of the ugly man, his light eyes hidden behind his glasses analyzing Weiss' form. Ah, that's the real reason behind his appearance. Each gaudy ring, each crease, each food stain was carefully chosen to bring him as much attention as possible. Underestimating Mr. Chambers, despite what was stated in Weiss' contract, would be a huge mistake.

"We have plenty of work ahead of us before your debut Miss Schnee-can I call you Weiss?" He kept talking, not giving her a chance to respond. "Let's see, unnaturally beautiful just like the report said, white hair that doesn't look like someone's Grandma." Mr. Chambers said out loud, raising an eyebrow slowly. "The scar is rather unfortunate, but it does help bring your other features out as well."

This was going to be annoying.

A/N

This was supposed to come out hours ago, until I made the mistake of searching my name on the Worm story discord servers. It wasn't pretty, turns out I have a reputation for being a horrible writer, which caused me to stop for a few hours. Oops. It may be true, but all of this is to entertain and have fun, I'm far from a professional. I'll keep writing until I'm burned out.

And on another note, No, I'm not related in any shape, form or fashion to Ariel Schnee. I've been using the moniker Krieg Schnee as my internet name for years, before SB/SV and before I even read Worm. Its not modeled after the villain Krieg.

Thank you for reading!