Someday by cj304

Prereq: Escape

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The usually boisterous club was silent, everyone staring at the wall-mounted televisions displaying the special News coverage of the event that tentatively been labeled "The Awakening of the Great Beast". A harried looking news anchor was giving a very shaky summery of the day's events, while a small square display took up a corner of the screen, displaying a 24/7 live feed of the Mountain that had hastily been renamed "Ziz's Throne". So far, there had been no further movement.

Thank Monty.

Adam slammed his empty glass down on the bar, then turned to Junior, who was behind the bar, and asked for a refill.

"Get me another, make it a triple" glancing to his left he saw that Blake's glass was empty as well, clutched in a white-knuckled grip. "And one for her too"

Junior turned to Adam, gave him a brief one-over, then wordlessly slid a bottle of whiskey across the bar to them before he went back to drinking straight from the bottle of rum in his hands.

Grabbing the bottle, Adam refilled his drink, then he drained it and refilled it again before he filled Blake's glass. Then he downed the glass again, and when he had tilted his head forwards again he saw that Blake was holding her empty glass in his direction, wordlessly asking for another refill. He filled her glass again, then his, then he clinked their glasses together in a wordless toast. And then because he felt that he needed to repeat the words aloud he stated to the world at large for the fifty-seventh time that evening:

"I am so fucking glad we weren't on that plane."

Nodding her head furiously, Blake tipped her head back and swallowed the rest of her drink. "So glad" she gasped out, her voice hoarse from the alcohol.

"Well, at least with the armies mobilizing to blockade the mountain-range security will be light when he pulls off the extraction and drop-off" he said aloud, voice tinged with the bleak, morbid humor of a man laughing at a trainwreck setting of a set of fireworks.

Groaning, Blake thumped her head on the bar counter, "Shut up Adam, just shut up". Not raising her head from its resting place, she thrust her hand, still clutching her once-more empty glass, at him and asked for more alcohol. "Just give me more liquor"

Wordlessly, Adam did just that, then poured himself another drink.

They were going to need a lot more Whiskey at this rate...

-

Across town, a blonde girl and a redhead stared at their television screen from their couch, hugging each other for dear life.

Slowly, almost against her will, the redhead's eyes were drawn from the tv to her precious warscythe, leaning against the couch within easy reach. They traveled back and forth, going from the television, to the scythe, and back again, making measurements and adjusting for scale, her mind working furiously on calculations about weight ratios and metal durability.

"Hey Yang..." she ventured to the blonde still hugging her.

"Yes Ruby" her sister replied somewhat cautiously, a feeling of dread building in her gut at the tone of voice

Ruby Rose turned to face her sister fully, her eyes shining with sparkles of weapons to come, an adorable smile completing the visage

"I think I'm going to need a bigger scythe!"

-

Weiss Schnee wasn't really sure what to think about her present circumstances, or about anything anymore, really.

When she had been returned to the ground after she had been recovered from mid-air by that bullhead, she had expected her father to be furious with her for her weakness, for being captured while loitering somewhere she had had no reason to be found. For being unable to protect the White Whale from that man in the mask... (For letting that man, one of their own employees, who tried to lend her a kind ear, die, a part of her mind whispered).

She had expected him to shout at her, to berate her, to scold her, to express his disappointment.

She hadn't expected him to rush over and hug her.

"Your father must love you a great deal"

When the ships had set off to chase the White Whale, she had opted to stay with her father, abet surrounded by a small army of bodyguards, to see if the ship would be recovered. To see how much her failure would cost her company.

One moment she had been watching as General Ironwood and Headmaster Ozpin had stood side by side with her father, watching from Scroll-feed as things progressed, when there had been an explosion of noise in the distance, and a funnel of flame that had been visible to everyone there, happening simultaneously while Ironwood started swearing up a storm and the notoriously calm Ozpin had given a start at the screen, while her father had locked eyes with her and started running in her direction while he barked orders left and right, even as he picked up speed.

The moments after that had been a blur to her as she had been transported to a safety bunker of some kind, her sister being bundled in with her by her bodyguards as her father barked orders at his Scroll, activating projects that she had never even heard of before, telling people to activate every guard robot they had, telling prototypes to be made field ready a.s.a.p. Even now, sitting across from her and Winter, within arms reach of each of them where he could see them both whenever he looked up from his Scroll, he was mobilizing everything the Schnee Company had, and unless she had missed her guess or heard wrong, he was having a good portion of it sent to this location to protect her and her sister while he arranged for them to be transported to the far side of the continent.

"Your father must love you a great deal"

Those words echoed in her mind.

They had seemed like a taunt when he had spoken them, but had taken on a new meaning in the time that had passed

Weiss Schnee wasn't sure what she should think about this day, she wasn't sure wasn't sure what to think about her circumstances, and she wasn't even really sure what she was supposed to think about life in general anymore.

Strangely, she had the oddest urge to write a new song.

-

Elsewhere, there was a girl with crimson hair and the gait of a warrior, armor and weapons shining in the light

And in another place, there was a boy of dark hair and garbed in green, serene as the river

Elsewhere still, there was a girl with orange hair and a bright disposition, hammer in her hands and thunder in her heart

They all felt the same thing. An inkling, a feeling, a premonition, a promise

Someday