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Shop Till you Drop

After leaving the café Corvo thoughts still lingered on his past. Hearing Blake's story felt similar to his own. A soul wronged, twisted and blind with justice. All too eager to follow a path that would lead them to it, even if it ended in darkness. But she did not make the same mistakes he had. Stopping the child was proof enough, she was not looking for blood but what was right.

If only he had the same strength as her than maybe he would have also… No, Corvo dashed that thought aside. The only justice he would accepts would be the blood of the men responsible for the death of his love. Their sin, that desire for power which took his love away had corrupted their very being. It was the same with those that made up the head of the conspirators. Placing themselves over their duty (Havelock), over their beliefs (Martin), even their own family (Pendleton). All wanting power, all wanting to be leaders, yet could not bear the burden that followed. As the choices they made would shaped those around them. It is the same wither it be a kingdom or movement, those that lead will lay the foundation for those that follow them.

Jessamine understood her role as Empress, and when Emily was of age to understand she asked her mother what it meant to be a ruler. Laying a hand on her daughters head she spoke, "Leadership is not a blessing to those born into it, nor is it a reward for those that covet power. It is the weight that you will carry. Of the lives that follow you in faith and hope for a better tomorrow." These were the words that would become the heart of Emily's rule, and like her mother she would become a true leader.

Lost in thought his feet had led Corvo to a market in the city. All around him shops and venders called out to the public to see their wares. Checking a clock nearby it would be hours before Roman had his meeting with the informant. Which allowed him time to gather supplies.

After his first night on Remnant it dawned on Corvo that he was missing a few essential items. Incredibly most of the stories would deliver to his hotel room sparing him multiply trips. The clothing store he went to even offered overnight delivery, thou with the amount he spent it was no surprise how flexible the staff became. While his outfit was made special for missions of stealth and fighting, wearing it constantly would be the same as leaving his mask on. Considering his mission it would be wise to remain anonymous as long as possible.

Content, Corvo continued to explore the area. Wandering he picked a few pockets, listening in to the daily gossip, till he spotted a weapon shop. It seemed out of place for such a shop to be, but this was not his world, here the people had to face the monsters of Grimm. Being armed would be common sense. And fighting for so long they would have more advanced weapons. It would not hurt to see how different their tools were or to find out more about Dust.

-Break-

Inspecting the mod in her hand, she glanced over the similar pieces along the shelf. All claiming to be the newest model in Vale, but compared to Atlas they looked to be outdated. Although to be fair with the layer of dust surrounding it, they looked to be the "Newest" model for a long time. She had hoped this would be a quick errand, Myrtenaster's chamber gears had failed and needed to be replaced. Without the repairs she had no control of which Dust to use nor the amount. Worse, while the sword would be fine to use any major reaction to the chamber could result in the volatile mixture of elements capable of an explosion.

With a sigh she place the mod back, and continue to be disappointed. While she choose such a store to avoid being bothered, it seems few people entered for a reason. Like the mods being offered most of the weapons looked to be second hand or pawned, unfit to be used by proper hunter and huntress. The only decent items in the store seemed to those with her family crest upon them.

As she browsed through the vacant store a thought lingered in the back of her mind. Before leaving she had overheard her sister being debriefed by General Ironwood. It seems that there has been an increase of Dust in the Black markets, mainly SDC Dust. After a raid the captured smugglers revealed that their suppliers were some of the Dust shops in Vale. Many of the stores would claim to be robbed asking for more Dust, only for them to sell the higher grade to underground groups namely the White Fang.

While not impossible, she had refused to believe that so many would support the terrorist group. Shaking the thought aside she would not linger on old scars, she left Atlas to get away from her families troubles not to think of them.

Focusing back on her task Weiss had to repair her weapon before heading into beacon. She had arrive early wanting to explore Vale, before her weapon broke, and she was looking forward to exploring her freedom after. But her enthusiasm stopped after the first day. The hotel she booked was waiting to greet her in a usually Schnee manner, along with most of the people soon finding out who she was, the familiar pressure of being a Schnee returned.

No matter where she was, she had to uphold the title of her name and everything that followed with it. The Schnee name had been in the spot light for generations each member of the family was expected to be perfect. Even the products that had their name on it had to be flawless. "Are you trying to sell me defective dust?"

And with another customers sharing her thoughts of the store Weiss made her way to the door.

"Sir, I think you are confused this Dust is by the SDC. You must be mistaken." Stopping at the door, Weiss spun on her heels back into the store.

Weiss was not about to let some vagabond belittle the Schnee name. Almost stomping she moved to the counter ready to "educate" the customer. But paused when the customer continued with a neutral tone. "I don't care who made the Dust, I'm telling you its defective. Look at the seal, its already leaking."

Following to where the man was pointing she looked to see the SDC logo and below a small trickle of dust slipping through the bottom of the vile. "Impossible!" The owner shouted mimicking her own thoughts.

Looking at the man he was a year or more older than her, yet he carried himself similar to how Winter would, straight posture, eyes locked and focused, voice full of authority. Placing the vile on the counter, the two men continue to argue.

Still unnoticed Weiss took the vile off the counter inspecting the case along with the serial number on the bottom.

"Slander! You don't know shit about Dust." The Store owner finally losing his temper and dropped the forced polite tone. "You're just trying to get free gear making false claims against the SDC." The owner flared his nostrils before leaning on the counter with one arm. "You know how much trouble you be in if I report you to the SDC?" Tossing the light jacket he wore the owner exposed a pistol. "I know a few people high up there, they will make your life very difficult if you know what I mean. So why don't you take your ass out of my store before you cause trouble. Or do I have to force you out?" The owner tapped the gun on his side sneering.

The man did not flinch at the threat, merely raising an eye brow. Weiss felt a chill along her back as did the owner by the beads of sweat along his face. Which was when Weiss spoke. "That won't be necessary." Both men turned to her as she broke the tension. The man noticing her relaxed pausing the chill that was in the air. The owner shifted his hand away from the gun but keep it near. "I can prove that SDC would never sell a defective product." The owner face twisted in a smug smile looking back at the man.

"See even this kid knows good quality. Yo-" Weiss abruptly cut the owner off. "Yes, it true that the SDC would never sell a defective product. But a crocked store owner tampering with the product is another thing." Weiss crossed her arms staring down the owner.

The owners smile died.

"Every SDC Dust vile has a number on the bottom that has information about the vile. From what Dust is inside to where it was shipped. And this vile should have Ice Dust inside it, not Fire Dust." She tipped the vile on its side pointing to the clear number along the bottom.

The owners face resembled a fish yanked out of the water, his eyes wide along with his mouth. The man chuckled crossing his arms as he turned to Weiss with a smile as if he was used to such conversations.

A loud smack brought attention back to the owner as his fist was shacking on the counter, his face red with anger along with more beads of sweat. "Fuck That!" The owner swore a clear sign his back was against the wall, as Winter taught her when dealing with such degenerates.

"This kid doesn't know how to wear a bra much less how SDC works!" Weiss's face turned red with the attack to her womanhood glaring at the owner. "You must have paid her to come in here at run her mouth!" The owner point to her while he continue to sneer at the man.

He was about to speak but Weiss jumped ahead of him storming to the front of the counter pointing her own finger at the owner. "How dare you say such things! Do you know who I am?" The owner looked at the girl in front of him. Looking her up and down his mind trying to match a name to her now familiar face. Till he recognized her.

The color on the owners face drained as his finger shock, with mouth refusing to say the words as it opened and closed. Weiss felt some satisfaction from the display, the name Schnee does have its benefits. "That's right my name is Weiss Schnee. What were you saying again? Besides insulting me, I believe you know more about my company than me, is that right?" Weiss felt the usually smug smile that came with putting people in their place, she had done so before when some of the older employees thought she was just another rich brat.

The owner did not respond, he just continue to stand making his best fish impression. Satisfied Weiss turned to the door flicking her hair as she did. But she had to leave with one more remark for the bra comment. "And before I leave I suggest you find a lawyer." Pulling out her scroll she turned back to the man showing the dial function. "You know how the SDC can make life difficult."

This got a reaction from the owner, his mouth remained open but his eyes darted back and forth taking in what she just said. Weiss than saw a familiar look, hatred. She expected the owner to curse, to wail, or even cry. But when he started to laugh it made her skin crawl.

"Well, aren't you an entitled little shit. Guess that mutt was right about the vials." Weiss stiffened at the insult, glaring at the owners looking at herself and the other man as he continued. "Well it does not matter The White Fang would give me a plenty after I give you to them. The things they would do to a Schnee would be priceless." Without pause the owner reached for his gun.

Weiss was no stranger with threats to her life. With the constant attacks by the Faunus and other disgruntled groups with a vendetta to her name. Or the Grimm she fought for her training to be a huntress. Reflects kicked in as she felt the grip of her blade in her hand, drawing her weapon she was ready to deflect the bullet with ease. Then she noticed the chamber to her weapon spinning freely.

Panic over took her as she realized her weapon was still a bomb waiting to go off. Tucking the blade to her chest, and turning away, he hoped that her Aura would be enough to keep the shot from being fatal from this distance. But she felt disgusted that the last thing she might see would be the overweight owners face.

She flinched as a shot rang out closing her eyes as she awaited the pain. After nothing she opened her eyes looking over herself. A metallic clack got her attention as she looked to the owner to see the gun had fallen from his hand. A scream followed as he covered it hunching over. Biting his lip with a grown he looked to see the hole in his hand before passing out. Slamming his head on the counter before flopping to the ground.

"Are you okay?" Shocked by the question Weiss turned to the man that was now standing in front of her, shielding her with his body as the gun in his hand smoked.

Uuuh this chapter was going to come out a lot sooner but it was just the perfect storm of distractions. I had spring break and I was going to post a lot but my English professor had us write our midterms over the break, that killed my desire to write. Than my cousin who just finished his tour of duty came home so I was spending a lot of time with family. He's fine and we are all glade he came home it was just very emotional. But I regret not posting this sooner.

Which is why Im going to crank out the next chapter in a few days to make up for it.

So thanks to everyone reading, I really appreciate you all and I look forward to your comments and reviews! I'll see you all soon!

-After Edit Notes-

Hey everyone I'll be brief with this. I changed this chapter after getting a review pointing out parts that I admit were not my best. While I appreciate the honesty and advice. It reminded me of the different types of comments we have on this site. Those that help and those that are just noise. If someone spots something off with my writing by all means point it out in a review it helps, but at least be civil about it.