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Jaune grunted as he sliced through the charging beowolf in front of him, "Duck!" his new partner screamed. Jaune did just that before a shield flew overhead, hitting and bouncing against three other beowolves in the pack. He waited for it to finish and loop back to its owner before he took out a pistol and finished off the weakened Grimm with a barrage of shots.
That was all the regulars taken care of. Where was the Alpha?
His question was answered with a booming growl that came from behind them both. Jaune turned and, knowing that his gun was empty, grabbed his sword and tossed it straight at the Alpha's head. Crocea Mors soared through the air and impaled itself right into the Alpha's malevolent red eye.
"Thanks!" his partner called out. Without missing a beat, she jumped onto the flailing Grimm's head and pulled the sword out in a spray of dark ichor. The Alpha didn't get a chance to do anything else before she stabbed the sword through its other eye and kicked the hilt with enough force to push the blade through its face and out the other side of its bulky frame.
Jaune smiled and clapped while she playfully bowed in response "Good job." He stepped past her and picked up the gleaming sword. It might not have been mechashift, but he'd done his best to make sure that it was in perfect condition.
"You too." She nodded. Pyrrha Nikos was her name. Apparently, she was super famous as a champion fighter over in Mistral, but he didn't really know a lot about that. He kinda recognized her because she had her face on the front of Pumpkin Pete's cereal boxes. He had to admit, he was kinda jealous. To be the official face of the greatest cereal ever known to Remnant? Who wouldn't be jealous?
They'd briefly talked before Initiation started. She and another girl, Weiss, were talking in front of his locker and he'd tried to make friends, maybe see if the two were open to being a team. Tried being the operative word. Pyrrha was open to it, Weiss...not so much. So much for strangers just being friends you hadn't met yet. Thanks, Mom.
"Ready to keep going?" Jaune sheathed the sword on his arm.
"Of course." Pyrrha nodded again and they set off.
Initiation took them another couple of hours. He, Pyrrha, and their two new teammates, Ren and Nora, had taken down a Deathstalker. Impressive for Huntsmen in training, but it was easily overshadowed by Ruby's team taking down a Nevermore. No wonder she was made leader of her team after that. Anyone who could make up a strategy on the spot to take out something so dangerous deserved it.
Jaune was surprised he was made the leader of his own team too. Sure, he'd led them during the Deathstalker fight, but it wasn't like he came up with the winning strategy like Ruby did. Still, he pulled up his pants and didn't complain. He'd passed the test to get into Beacon through his own hard work. He'd pass this too.
Of course, he made sure to tell the family exactly what happened. Mom, Dad, and Saphron were excited, of course, talking all about how they had to celebrate when he came back home for the break. The rest of his sisters were even more congratulatory, talking about how they expected nothing less and how they wanted to visit him soon once they got done with whatever they were doing.
Jaune was smiling ear-to-ear till the next day, something Yang took notice of, "Someone's happy," the other blonde grinned, "Texting your girlfriend, Vomit Boy?" Jaune grimaced. You vomit on someone's shoes one time...
"My sisters, actually." Jaune rolled his eyes, "I've got seven of them."
That got all their attention. It was a common reaction, "Woah, is your mom like a Rabbit Faunus or something? Is that why you wear that bunny hoodie?" Nora asked.
"Nora. That's offensive." Blake wrinkled her nose. She was really into equality and Faunus rights even though she was a Human. Good for her. He felt the same.
"No comment, but it's not exactly that simple." Jaune tapped his scroll to pull up the family photo. Most people might've found it dorky to wave around pictures like that, he did it proudly. He had nothing to be ashamed of, "Mom had me and my older sister Saphron, and the rest of my sisters are adopted." Not that it changed anything, of course. They were just as much family as the rest of them.
"This is my Mom and Dad, Nathaniel and Elise, and these are my sisters." He pointed to each of them in turn, "The one to Mom's right is Saphron. She's in Argus right now." Adrien was going to be born in a few weeks. He wished he could see it, "The rest...well, they kinda stick out." Jaune chuckled. Like Ruby and Yang, they didn't much look like siblings. No surprise. They came from all walks of life.
"This is Cinder, and the two next to her are Emerald and Maia. They're kinda stuck together. The three amigos."
"Get down!" Marcel grimaced as another group of his men were blown up and flung through the air. This was supposed to be a simple job. Get in the hotel, rob the rich tourists coming in, and get out. He had good intel that the guests were loaded, and if he held the right people for ransom, they'd get hundreds of thousands of lien for each of them. Enough to tide him and everyone he brought over for months or even years if they were smart.
Things were going just fine until they were suddenly interrupted. They'd just about finished holding the hotel hostage and were making their escape when they found themselves tangled up with three Huntresses.
The first one was quick. They'd barely gotten any warning before she came down and started attacking them. Marcel remembered aiming right at her head and how she'd dodged as soon as he pulled the trigger. She was practically a blur, all fast moves and hard kicks as she systematically took down every single gunman while they were practically helpless to fight back.
The second one took care of the hostages. He couldn't explain it. One second he had a good few men dealing with keeping the hostages secure and the next they were shooting at each other. He'd barely gotten a sense of what the hell was happening when another figure suddenly landed and cut the hostage's ropes, leading them out while his men were busy dealing with their first attack.
The third he didn't even see. All he knew was that his gun had burned so hot that he was forced to let go of it before a series of explosions rang out. Marvel tried to run, deciding that the plan was shot, when he was also flung through the air. He crashed against the wall with a painful smack, his untrained Aura sputtering out from the single hit alone. He was left crumpled and wheezing on the ground.
He looked up through shaky eyes as a new figure walked towards him. Blood red dress, dark heels, and a face that could turn heads. She looked more like a model than a Huntress, but the results spoke for themselves. She looked down at him like he was dirt under her shoe and, with a quick sneer, raised her foot and stomped on his head before everything went black.
Cinder looked down at the unconscious criminal and scoffed. He was alive, all of them were, but she wasn't sure they deserved it. Parasites, all of them, "Is everything okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, just finishing up," Maia said as she cuffed the unconscious goons. Outside, Emerald was leading the rescued hostages to the (just now arriving) squad of police cars. My, that didn't look good for Vale's finest. Oh well, it made them look better, at least. A trio of fresh Huntresses saving the day again.
"Good work, Maia."
"Pft, that was easy. Make sure we get an actual challenge next time, Cin."
"I'll do my best to find more dangerous criminals." The older woman smirked. After making sure all the criminals were bound properly, they stepped outside to a crowd of police officers, curious onlookers, and of course, reporters. Cinder internally smirked. The newshounds were always hungry for a story and they'd become the fan favorites recently. A trio of Huntresses that took down entire gangs and did it without having to be hired? They were practically heroes.
"You do the talking. I always hate those vultures." Maia grunted.
"Now, now. We need them singing our praises if we want to accomplish our goal."
"Yeah, yeah..."
Cinder got to talking as she always did. She knew she was beautiful, and that meant people loved seeing her on the news. She'd also seen more than her fair share of fanclubs as well. Emerald and Maia had theirs too, of course, but they all agreed that she was the Face of their little trio. Suited them fine. Maia was always more for actions than words and Emerald only found herself chatty when around their family.
She put on her 'news' face. All pleasant smiles. half-lidded looks, and honeyed words. Using the press to her advantage was like walking a tightrope without Aura. She had to say just the right things and make sure there wasn't something they could take out of context. They were the media darlings now, but one wrong word or someone looking to stir controversy could turn the tide just as easily.
And so Cinder played her role. The selfless Huntress who refused to take potshots at the late police officers. Humble to a fault. They were just passing by and had to intervene. All they cared about was saving the hostages, there was no need for a reward. So on and so forth. It was the truth, in a sense. The three of them made money on the occasional lucrative contract, but their acts in Vale had been done for free.
She had them dancing to her tune soon enough. The eager and grateful hostages were just icing on the cake. While she was happy to have helped them - Mother and Father had raised them right, after all - it was also done to ensure that their goal could be accomplished. She was sure Emerald and Maia (or Em and M, as she liked to call them) felt the same way.
Cinder finished her impromptu interview and went to the hotel the three of them were staying at. It was a relatively small place, distinctly three stars at best. They could afford better given how much they were making, but the three of them were never one for luxury or excess. Emerald in particular held a particular disdain for it given her life before she was taken in.
"They're already airing your interview," Emerald said as soon as she entered the room.
"I betcha your fan club's gonna wack off to you stepping on that guy's head." Maia grinned.
"Maia, don't be crude." Cinder sighed. Her sister always did have such a crude sense of humor, "And Emerald, good job with the hostages. Your Semblance control's gotten a lot better lately."
"Gets them every time." Her younger sister winked and leaned back on the bed. Emerald was the least combat-capable of them. Not to say she was weak - she was a full-fledged Huntress, after all - but she and Maia eclipsed her in raw combat ability. Her Semblance, however, put Cinder's to shame. Illusions were far more diverse and useful compared to superheating objects. She would've made an amazing thief if she had the inclination.
Little wonder a certain other pair tried to entice her to their plot.
"So, what now?" Maia asked.
"Now? That depends on our reputation." Cinder crossed her right leg over her left. While saving people from the criminal scum of the city was all well and good, but they did have an overarching goal for all this.
To take over Vale.
It was a simple plan, really. Anyone who truly understood politics knew that it was all a popularity game. Popularity and money. It was no surprise that those in power were the ones who could appeal to the masses with (mostly empty) promises or could afford to buy the votes. For all of Vale's pride in democracy and independence, they weren't much different from Atlas or Mistral on that front.
So they planned and committed. Vale's politicians had promised numerous things - charity donations, clamping down on crime, cleaner public toilets - that they had no means or even desire to follow through on. They would. Already the people were whispering among themselves about how three young (and attractive) Huntresses were doing more for the people than those stuffed shirt old men making speeches about how important they were.
But of course, popularity wouldn't be enough, not if there weren't any vacancies. They'd made plans for that too. She was simultaneously unsurprised and disappointed with just how corrupt each and every single member of the council was. She'd thought that maybe they'd find enough leverage to make one councilor resign in shame, two if they were lucky, but all five had so many skeletons in their closet that they might as well have owned a graveyard.
And so they stockpiled the blackmail, a disgusting amount of it, and waited. They'd wait until their fame was at its peak before having it secretly leaked by an 'unknown individual'. She was sure that some anti-government group or hacktivist collective would be eager to take the credit for it. Cinder wouldn't stop them. It'd serve their needs well enough.
After that, she imagined that the councilors would be forced to either resign in shame or keep stubbornly clinging to power. Either way, the citizens would be outraged and clamor for change. Then they would be there. The three Huntresses who'd spent the better part of a year cleaning up Vale and doing what the council failed to do. They would talk about how shocked and appalled they were at what had happened and how it wouldn't be the same if they were in charge.
"You really think it's gonna be that easy?" Maia asked as she lay down on the bed, arms behind her head.
"It's a popularity contest and we'll be at the top of the food chain," Emerald replied.
"Exactly." Cinder nodded and smirked. It wasn't as if they were going to abuse their position if...when the plan succeeded. They had no desire to line their own pockets or get into bed with criminals as the current council members did. She imagined that they'd do a lot of good in that position, actually. They'd all had horrible upbringings before the Arcs adopted them and weren't born with silver spoons in their mouth.
...
Well, alright, they would be selfish for just one thing. Change a single outdated law.
The one that forbade adopted siblings from marrying.
Cinder's lips puckered into a frown at that. Vale allowed legal polygamy (as did Mistral), but marrying adopted siblings? That was just a step too far in their eyes. What would the children think? Nevermind that they had no blood relations in the least. It was too far beyond the pale to even consider.
Well, not for long.
They'd change a handful of laws that the populace found restrictive, not just that one. No, that little law on marriage wouldn't even get a second glance by the time they were done. Given the political unrest, she was sure that any old councilors that remained, or any new ones eager to fill the seats, would be more than willing for radical change if it meant keeping their seats.
After that, all that was left was pitching the idea to Jaune.
That was why they were doing all this. All the hero work, all the political machinations, was to ensure that their love for Jaune could be seen fully realized. Jaune was such a good boy that he wouldn't even think of breaking the rules, no matter how foolish and shortsighted they were. He would never accept her, Emerald, and Maia's love if it meant breaking the law to do it.
But once the laws were changed? Oh, she could see it already. Jaune in a white suit at the altar while the three of them walked down the aisle. Everyone would be so happy for them...except Eve. The lummox could be bitter and jealous for all she cared.
She sighed. Why was it that the three of them had to fall for Jaune? Oh, but she knew why, of course. He was the sweetest, most understanding man they'd all met in their lives. And while the three of them appreciated the bond they shared as a family, they wanted more than that. The thought of him being taken away by some unworthy Huntress made her angrier than anything. She wouldn't let that happen.
Cinder smiled. Oh yes, everything was going all according to plan.
"Oh, I know those three!" Ruby squealed happily, "They're the new heroes of Vale! You're their brother?!"
"Yep." Jaune smiled proudly. And why wouldn't he be proud? The three of them had done so much for Vale in just one year. They'd uplifted charities, taken down entire crime families, and even arrested that rogue group of Huntsmen who tried to raid that ferry. He could only hope he'd be as good as they were one day."
"That's so cool!" Ruby looked up at him with stars in her eyes, "Could you introduce me?! Can you, can you?!"
"Sure, when they visit." Jaune nodded then pointed to the next two in the picture, "This is Roma, she's my oldest sister, and Neo. Don't let her size fool you, she's older than she looks." Neo always hated it whenever someone thought he was her big brother. Jaune loved to tease her about it, though, "They left home a couple of years back to travel Remnant, but I think they're in Mistral now."
"Stop!"
"Now why would we do that, officer?" Roma called back. The orange-haired woman's face was half-hidden by a masquerade mask, allowing the officers in the opposite building to see her crimson lips curled up in a cocky smirk, "Are you going to let us go if we do that?" she asked rhetorically.
"Get back here now!"
"Didn't think so."Roma sighed theatrically and hopped across the rooftops, her tall, lithe figure bathed in moonlight. Her dark bodysuit clung tightly to her body, not leaving much for the imagination, though her long white coat added a sense of elegance to her. Gloved hands reached for the cane at her side and she fired into the pursuing officers.
A plume of smoke left the boys in blue dazed. She wasn't going to kill them, of course. She wasn't a monster. Besides, dead cops and civilians tended to leave the wrong impression on the adoring masses. Steal from the rich and don't kill anyone? You were a folk hero. Once the bodies started piling up, though, that was when the good publicity died too. There was only so much a pretty face could do.
Roma kept running until she stopped at the edge of a particularly tall building, "Hm..." She turned around and smirked at the sight of the armed figures striding towards her. Not police officers: Huntsmen, "Sending the big boys after little old me? I'm flattered." Her eyes flicked up to the news chopper recording every second of the confrontation. She was sure Lisa was having a field day.
"You're under arrest, Queen! Hands behind your head now!" The one at the front, a burly man almost twice her size, screamed. Even by Huntsman standards, the man was huge. A rippling wall of muscle that would've intimidated all but the most hardened of criminals.
And yet all she really cared about was how they finally got her name right. Was it so hard to remember Queen? It was one word, and yet so many of them called her stuff like Pawn or Ace or even just 'Thief'. So unoriginal.
"Don't suppose you'll believe me if I say that the mark deserved it?"
"Hands behind your head or you're going down!" he growled.
"Oh, you're no fun." Roma pouted and did just that.
"Step over here slowly."
"Alright, alright." She took two steps then stopped, "Oh, aren't you boys forgetting somebody?"
The sounds of shattering glass echoed throughout the dark roof and his partner-in-crime suddenly appeared beside him. Neo looked at the group of four assembled Huntsmen and gave a smirk of her own, the gesture all teeth. In contrast to Roma's attire, she looked far more elegant. An embroidered pink blouse, white pants, and thigh-high boots that clung to her shapely legs. Neo might've been short, but no one would accuse her of being anything but a woman.
The Huntsmen prepared themselves for a fight. Roma laughed and held Neo's hand tightly before they both jumped off the building's edge. From the point of view of the Huntsmen, they would've disappeared in a burst of shattered glass. The pair fell through the air for a moment before they kicked against the wall and landed on the top of a smaller rooftop. Neo's illusions would keep them distracted for a few more seconds.
"Cutting it a bit close, aren't you, partner?" Roma ribbed lightly.
"..." Neo rolled her eyes and poked her side.
"Right, right, We should escape before they see us." Roma huffed and followed Neo back to their hideout. As exciting as the heist itself was, what came after was boring. Lots and lots of waiting while their fence found someone to sell their hard-earned loot to. Then there were the negotiations for their cuts. Junior usually took a flat 20 percent, which was good enough for them both, but he had to bow out right now cause of some investigation into his business. Their new fence, Lil' Miss Malachite, was a slimy toad that tried to take half the haul.
Roma would've shot her, but she had to wait, As annoying as she was, only she was willing to risk finding a buyer for their latest haul. She hoped Junior would get back in action soon. That was why they were at Mistral now instead of their usual stomping ground of Vale. Good thing Lisa had 'coincidentally' transferred too.
It was only when the two of them were back at the safehouse that Neo finally let the illusions from their face fall. While Roma had a flair for the dramatic, she also wasn't an idiot. A masquerade mask wouldn't be enough to keep her identity hidden forever, so they used Neo's Semblance to alter their features. She still kept her orange hair, of course, but her face was altered enough that no one would mistake the notorious phantom thief Queen with Roma, the hardworking eldest daughter of the Arc family.
Neo let her own disguise fall as well. Her brown, stylish bob cut was replaced with longer pink-and-brown hair, "..." She gestured to the television and flopped down on the couch. Roma turned it on and did the same.
"This is Lisa Lavander reporting live from the Harper estate where, just minutes ago, the notorious Queen and her accomplice Noire have committed another brazen theft. Roma smirked as the reporter told all the details about their daring heist. She tried to make it sound objective, of course, but there were a few slipped-in comments about their skills and beauty. Anything to keep the audience enticed.
She especially liked the part when Lisa talked about Harper's 'alleged' accusations of being tied to a Faunus trafficking ring. Alleged nothing. She knew for a fact that he was, but of course, Mistral being Mistral, the evidence was 'lost' and all he had to do was pay some fines. While Roma wasn't a do-gooder like certain other members of her family, she was smart enough to understand that the public looked favorably if you stole from those who deserved it. Being rich was usually enough, but being a rich criminal? They might as well have gotten medals for it.
"I'm sure the news will reach Vale soon." Roma hummed, "How do you think Jaune will react?"
Neo shrugged, mouth curling up in a grin. Jaune had a fascination - some would say obsession - with heroes, more's the pity. Roma never understood it. Heroes were so...boring. They had no flair, no presentation! Who wanted to spend their days being everyone's nursemaid for a pat on the head? She was reminded of that little girl with the scythe who tried to stop them on their last heist before they left Vale. She still didn't get why Jaune or anyone would want to be a Huntsman. It sounded so boring.
Heists were so much more fun. The planning, the escape, and the adrenaline of making it out by the skin of your teeth. And of course, there was nothing better than seeing the fruits of your labor. Or, in this case, the riches. The pink diamond in Roma's pouch was going to net them quite a bit of lien even with Lil Miss trying to get as much as she could out of them.
All to fund their ultimate goal: a life of leisure for themselves and Jaune. He wanted to be a Huntsman now, of course, but she was sure that he'd eventually get bored of it. And when he did? They'd be there with a mansion and riches to make sure he wanted for nothing. They'd provide for the rest of the family, of course, but Jaune would get the top pick of everything. Their little brother deserved no less.
Their scrolls suddenly buzzed. Roma looked down at the message from Jaune and smirked slightly at the excited news of how he'd passed Initiation.
"Well, Neo, guess we're going back to Vale soon."
"Yeesh, your Mom and Dad went kinda crazy with the adoption, huh?" Yang asked with a raised brow.
"Maybe, but it made things interesting, at least?" Jaune shrugged. Their family got a lot of looks from newcomers considering how...eclectic they looked, "Anyway, this is my last sister. Her name's Eve." He pointed at the red-haired woman smiling wryly at the camera, "She's the one who taught me most of my fighting skills. I wouldn't be here now if not for her."
"You weren't trained in combat school? Surprising," Pyrrha said.
"Yeah. Eve went all out on me." Jaune laughed, "I think she's in Mistral too, come to think of it."
Eve - or Taurus, as she was known to her Brothers and Sisters - took a deep breath as she knelt at the back of the truck. The bumpy Anima countryside didn't make meditating easy, but she always made sure to do it before every mission. A calm mind was a centered mind, as she always said, and she needed herself centered before this mission.
Being part of the White Fang had proven to be a struggle. Many of them despised Humans, rightly so, but Eve knew from experience that they weren't all the devils some claimed them to be. Some, maybe many, were capable of kindness and believed the Faunus to be equals. Perhaps they should do more to help them fight for equality, but she wouldn't judge them the same as those who actively wished them harm.
That was why she made a vow to herself. She would only turn her steel to those who actively wished the Faunus harm. Security guards and those simply trying to make their way were to be spared, even if it made life more difficult. Those who truly wished them harm, however? They were to be stopped at all costs.
Case in point.
The truck suddenly stopped and Eve looked up. Their current mission was to send a convoy of supplies up to a village that consisted of both Humans and Faunus. There were some grumblings among the troop, particularly Ilia, but this settlement was one that treated both as equal; a rarity in Anima. They were united in their desire to be free and live outside the walls, something she and the White Fang could respect.
There were pragmatic reasons for their aid as well, of course. The more grateful people were, the more allies they had who were willing to aid them in turn.
"Get out here now, you animals!" a sneering female voice shouted.
The side of Eve's mouth twitched and she stood, hopping off the back of the truck to confront their attackers. There was a woman in front of the convoy, her face morphed into a sneer as she hefted a light machine gun at them. Behind her was an assorted group of at least a dozen men and women, though she wouldn't be surprised if there were more skulking about.
Her first thought was bandits. They were the most common hazards they had to deal with when traversing the countryside, after all. However, Eve's keen eyesight allowed her to spot the bright metal pins on their chests and she scowled. The Silver Bullet. A Human supremacist group with ties to the Mistralian government. They were the ones the council sent when they didn't want to be connected to oppressing the Faunus. Equality laws had existed for a long time now, but that didn't mean the government didn't try its best to work around them.
Eve raised a hand to keep the rest of her brothers and sisters from joining them. No need to put them at an unnecessary risk, "What's this? Come to beg?" the leader laughed to herself. Eve showed no fear even as the barrel of the gun was aimed right at her chest, "Maybe if you get down on your knees, we'll consider letting you animals walk on out of here."
Eve said nothing and merely stared them down. While the leader's confidence never faltered, a few of the more cowardly ones behind her felt rattled at her silence.
At over six feet tall, Eve cut a tall and imposing figure. The jet black outfit she wore covered her entire body and left no skin visible, though it did nothing to hide her muscled physique. Her mask similarly covered her entire face, masking her expression from view with the only thing exposed being the jet-black horns and the blood red hair that cascaded down to her back.
"I'm giving you one chance. Leave now." She put a hand on the hilt of her sword. She doubted they'd heed the warning, but she had to try.
"Think you've got trouble counting, you ox. There's more of us here than there is of you!" The woman guffawed, hefting the machine gun like a child with a toy.
"Very well."
Eve unsheathed Wilt and got to work. To call it a fight would be giving them too much credit. It was clear that they were used to fighting those far weaker than them. Their unlocked Auras were weak and untrained to the point that she could easily cut through them with a single slash each. It was pathetic. They were nothing more than bullies who pretended to be fighters.
It only took her a couple of minutes to finish off the entire group. The ringleader was the only one left by the time Eve was done. The older woman pathetically crawled away with one hand while the other was pressed against her slashed stomach. Eve looked down at her with the barest amount of pity and unsheathed her blade again.
"W-Wait!" The woman said, raising her free hand before she could finish her off, "I-I'm sorry, okay?! Just p-please let me go, I swear I'll never-"
Eve stabbed her between the eyes before she could finish her plea. She always made sure to make it quick and clean; there was no point in dragging it out. She made her choice when she decided to attack them.
Besides, she had nothing they wanted. They already knew who'd sent for them.
Eve sheathed her Wilt once more and returned to the convoy. She knelt at the back of the truck again and said nothing else as the rest of the mission proceeded as planned. She stayed behind with the trucks and watched with a small smile as her disciples distributed the supplies to those who needed them. Especially Banesaw. She'd made so much progress. Hard to believe that not so long ago all she cared about was how she couldn't wait to kill a Schnee.
The return to their base was far smoother than the delivery and they arrived in no time at all, "Thank you, everyone." She stood in front of the assembled group. All women with not a single man to be seen. High Leader Sienna found it an odd choice at first, but the results spoke for themselves. Their cell had a one hundred percent success rate and their bond of camaraderie was second to none.
Eve looked at them and smiled. She was so proud of their collective.
She returned to her room and finally allowed herself to relax as she took off her clothes. First came the mask, exposing her face and the scarred eye underneath. The SDC brand had permanently damaged her face and crippled her sight. She took it as a mark of shame at first, but now she regarded it with a sense of pride. She was a survivor, and she refused to bend or break no matter what their oppressors did to her.
She still kept it a secret, of course. Only her family and her closest friends knew about it. To all others, she wore a mask or a blindfold when out in public.
Next came her all-encompassing uniform. Eve removed the dark cloth till she was left in nothing but a thin undershirt and shorts that only emphasized her muscular frame. Her toned arms and legs were lined with thin scars, which she regarded with as much pride as the brand on her face. Each scar was a reminder of how much she fought for the sake of equality.
She took a deep breath and opened the secret door. Eve stepped inside and smiled brightly at what awaited inside. An ornate shrine. Not to the Brothers or any other so-called deities. Oh no, she worshipped one far worthier than them.
"Hello, Jaune." Eve knelt on the floor and looked up at the shrine in awe. It was filled to the brim with pictures and memorabilia.. Pictures of Jaune from when he was an innocent youth to when he became a warrior. There were other things as well, of course. A lock of his hair, the old onesie he'd long since outgrown, and (her most prized possession), a voice recording from when he was younger when he'd proudly proclaimed that he wanted to marry her when he was older.
She reached a hand out and pressed play.
"I wanna marry big sis Eve!"
Eve let out a shuddering breath and her smile widened. Ah, this was bliss, "I love you too, Jaune..." She grabbed his old onesie and rubbed it against her cheek. She couldn't wait until she reunited with him again. She'd take the rest of her Sisters along, of course. There was a reason she chose only women for her cell. They would be offerings for Jaune when the time. Eve wasn't selfish enough to keep Jaune to herself. The other Faunus also had to understand just how amazing he was.
She was sure her Sisters would be grateful to offer themselves to Jaune as well. And if they didn't? Then Even wouldn't force them, though she would pity them for not seizing the chance.
Such as poor Blake. She was the first to see the shrine when she'd come in without knocking and Eve told her of her plans. As her apprentice, Blake even had the coveted spot of being the second woman Jaune would take; right after her, of course. For some reason, however, she ran away the very next day, Eve was disheartened, but she understood that not everyone could dovote themselves to completely, even to one as great as Jaune.
Leaving her thoughts of Blake aside, Eve continued her worship as Jaune's declarations of marriage soothed her soul?"
"D-Did you say Eve?" Blake asked. For some reason, her eyes were wide and she suddenly looked...scared?
"Uh...yeah? Eve Arc." He tapped her picture again, "Why?"
"Oh, nothing. I just...realized have to be very far away from you- here. Far away from here." Blake suddenly stood and left without even grabbing her tray.
"What was that about?" Weiss asked.
"Who knows? She is kind of a weirdo, partner or not." Yang shrugged.
"You have a...distinct family, Jaune." Ren hummed.
"Yeah, it can get pretty hectic, but I wouldn't trade them for the world." Jaune laughed and pocketed his scroll. He couldn't wait to see them again. Some wholesome family bonding was just what he needed.
Man...poor Jaune. Seems like he always gets the short end of the stick in these stories. All he wants is some wholesome time with his family and all his adopted sisters are in love with him.
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Question:
1. So...which sister are you rooting for? Cinder/Emerald/Maia and their plans to take over Vale? Roma/Neo and their phantom thief shenanigans? Or Eve being a freedom fighter and slowly making a Jaune cult?