For those who don't know, on febuary second, Monty Oum died of an alergic reaction during a medical prodedure. These next few omakes are being released to honor his dying wish. He wanted creativity. Im a very poor writer, so instead I will be sharing these omakes with you.
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Well played, Jian by Tabi
Prereq: High Value Target
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[During the OPERATION: Rescue the Faunus]
Weiss couldn't help but squeak in mild terror as Jian pulled her onto the stage with him, the masked cat faunus and her accomplice flanking them. The Schnee hieress couldn't help but feel a moan of horror climbing up her throat as a literal sea of faunas greeted them.
The White Whale was crammed with no less than ten thousand faunua from the Company Town, from the menegarie of pain and suffering that her own family had cheerfully condoned.
"Shh, straighten up now. There's nothing to be afraid of, Miss Schnee," whispered the tiger faunas next to her. Startled, Weiss looked up into Jian's eyes and hated herself for it. "No harm will befall you. That, I promise."
Biting back a scowl, Weiss clenched her teeth and tried to keep the fear out of her face as a set of eyes from the crowd settled down on her.
Recognition filled those eyes and soon more and more eyes focused on her. There was hatred, fear, anger, and triumph in those eyes. Some had pity. Others had sadness. Most, if not all, saw her and wanted to hurt her.
Despite herself, she pressed herself closer to Jian, shivering from the sheer hate being directed towards her.
The hate seemed to magnify as they reached the very edge of the stage, threatening to spill over and give way to outright violence as shouts and slurs were thrown at her direction.
That is, until Jian spoke.
"Today is a great day, my friends. You are free! Free to make new and better lives without the oppression of the Dust company, free to live the way you wish and with the freedom all faunus deserve."
A roar of approval filled the air, almost shaking the very walls of the airship around them.
"But...today would not have been possible without a very special young woman." All eyes fell on her again, expectation and anticipation filling their faces. They wanted to lynch her, Weiss realized with dawning horror. She couldn't blame them; the things the Schnee company had done to them, was terrible beyond reproach. But she didn't know! She didn't-
"That young woman is none other than Weiss Schnee, Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company!" He announced. Faunus surged towards them with a roar of approval and bloodlust. Weiss forced herself to remain still as the first of them almost reached the stage.
Suddenly everything went silent. Every person in front of them had gone still, their faces paling, their expressions slowly becoming fearful.
Weiss wondered why they stopped, before she followed their gaze and looked up.
Jian looked like the legendary tiger faunus he claimed to have descended from. Etched upon every inch of his face was disappointment. Even when she wasn't being focused on, she felt herself feeling shame!
"You all disappoint me," he said, shaking his head. "Without Miss Schnee's help. None of this would be possible."
What.
Wiess turned back towards the crowd. Hundreds were beginning to look doubtful; whether of Jian's words or of their assumptions, she couldn't tell. Some however, took his words at face value and began to clap.
Not for him. Not for the White Fang.
For her.
Dawning comprehension flooded her as she realized that she was being given the credit for this.
For freeing them from her own family. That she had helped the White Fang.
Despite her mind calling for her to deny this, to tell the truth, Weiss couldn't help but wonder...was it really that bad a thing?
The faunus were no longer crowing for her head, but crying praises and tearful thanks to her. Their faces no longer bore hate and anger, but hope.
Was this what Jian had said before? About doing the right thing?
Weiss couldn't help but smile slightly, as a little faunus girl with cat ears ran up to the stage, holding a small white flower towards her.
With only a moment's hesitation, she took it.
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She punched him in the face the moment they were out of sight.
"You bastard!" Weiss snarled. "You-! You-! You utter...bastard!"
Jian didn't stop her, even as her fists began to tire and her legs came up and struck him between the legs, to no effect. She kept hitting him, kicking, slapping, even biting him. It all ended when he held her arms, letting her head rest on his chest.
"You utter bastard."
Face pressed against his chest, she couldn't help but smile as she remember the little girl's smiling face. It had been full of despair, sadness, and all the things no child should have. But when Weiss had taken the flower, that little girl's face lit up like a sun coming out of the clouds to shine it's rays on a rainy day.
Well played, Jian. Well fucking played.
