Continuing your meandering course through the city of Vale, you steer yourself and Sarah towards the richer districts, the both of you pointing out both higher-grade establishments and those that really just sell the same crap you can find elsewhere for higher prices.

The posh shopping districts of the big cities really are always the same even across dimensions, say whatever you want.

The hotel you were staying at after you just arrived on Remnant is more an afterthought than anything else, but you do naturally pay it a visit, just because it's actually vaguely amusing, when you literally bump into a tall redheaded girl wearing some armor vaguely resembling an ancient gladiator's, just coming out of the automatic door and running into you, requiring your aura to remain upright and nearly knocking your ice cream waffle out of your hands.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," her clear voice says, looking up at your face, yourself still taller than her. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry," you wave her off. "May need some more ice cream now, though."

Quickly pretending you dropped the actual scoop when it happened, you give the readhead a shrug. "Want to go grab some more of the stuff? I saw an actual parlour earlier. Name's Gabriel," you say, holding out a hand.

"I'm Sarah," your sister chimes in. "Probably best to just go along with it, he gets a little intense about ice cream."

Your mystery 'assailant' just giggles. "My name is Pyrrha, Pyrrha Nikos. Nice to meet you two." When neither of you say anything like she seems to be waiting for, Pyrrha nods. "It has been a while since I got to eat ice cream, so lead the way!"

Having bumped into Gabriel, Pyrrha decided, may have been one of the best moments of her life.

Not only did him and his sister not make any fuss about who Pyrrha Nikos was, he'd even insisted on buying her ice cream, the silly invitation and Sarah's exasperated smiles... endearing, to her.

"... and that's why well-made strawberry ice cream is the ultimate flavour overall, even though cookie dough can supplant it in small quantities," Gabriel's explanation of the exact rating of ice cream flavours came to an end.

Pyrrha just leaned forwards, taking a bite of her own iced treat. Coincidentally cookie dough, too. "Whatever you say, Gabriel, but I maintain that cookie dough is better."

She didn't really have that much of an opinion on the topic, not often partaking in icy treats like this one due to the strict diet she had to keep to, but she truly did enjoy silly things like this.

"At least you do have good enough taste. Not like my poor sister here, I've tried and tried to let her see reason, but she constantly insists vanilla ice cream is preferable to most others for some reason, no matter how much other, objectively better ice cream I feed her."

Gabriel, using one hand to ruffle his sister's hair as she took a bit of her own meal without resistance, the other one busy returning a young (and short) woman's thumbs up as she overheard their conversation.

"Oh? Should I feel jealous over being fed?" Pyrrha couldn't help herself, it was just the way that he said it... She wasn't used to playful, easy talking like this, and she desperately wanted more.

"Would you like me to feed you, then?" Whirling his long spoon around, Gabriel scooped up a bite of his own ice cream, holding it out for her. "Go ahead, no need to be shy!"

Pyrrha knew she had to be blushing awkwardly, but... well, when in Vale and all that. "Don't mind if I do."

One thing was for certain; it truly did taste better like this. Sarah may just be up to something. "I'm not sure, Gabriel, I am not yet convinced strawberry is the best."

"Oh, now you're just asking for it. Here, take another bite and really compare!" And indeed, Pyrrha had been asking for it, her and Sarah exchanging a look.

It was by the time Gabriel had fed easily half of his sundae to both Pyrrha and Sarah, who'd just wordlessly opened her mouth midway through to receive her own share, that Gabriel slowed down his steady scooping motions, only a thin layer of ice cream remaining in his glass.

"You know, I just haven't really gotten all that much of a treat myself, here," he pondered, Pyrrha immendiately feeling bad over monopolizing it.

When she experimentally tried to return the gesture, however, offering some of her own (deliciously unhealthy) cookie dough ice cream, he just smiled. "Oh, if you want to repay me, I could think of something else I wouldn't mind tasting. Nom!"

Still taking what she'd given him with relish, Gabriel looked around the ice cream shop, giving her a smirk before he contorted himself to slide off his chair and slip under the desk.

Confused, Pyrrha went to question him as to what he was doing, only to for her brain to grind to a halt when she felt his touch on her skirt, sliding it upwards and revealing her underwear to him where he was staying relatively hidden, using the way he'd been sitting with his back towards the wall and both her and Sarah blocked direct lines of sight with their own positioning.

"U-uhm," Pyrrha stuttered, having absolutely no idea how to react. Sarah, for her part, just resumed working on her own, now slightly melted, chocolate.

"Just sit back and enjoy it," she suggested with a grin. "I was wondering when something like this would happen at this point, anyways."

Not understanding, but distracted at her underwear being shifted to the side, a gentle finger stroking her... her privates up and down, repeatedly. "W-wiihll... do?"

"Just do your best to keep it down before they go and throw us out, would you?"

The very thought filled Pyrrha with terror and... excitement? Pyrrha Nikos, found in this... state? Unthinkable, but...

Biting her teeth to suppress a gasp at the wet, hot and good touch on her clitoris, what she was absolutely sure was Gabriel's tongue licking her most sensitive place had her eyes grow to what had to be the size of dinner plates.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Sarah sighed, looking over at someone else in the ice cream parlour.

In short order, Gabriel was applying his expert hands and tongue on Pyrrha's insides, though she was actually fairly sure one of his arms was stretching out towards his sister, the scandalous act not so much as causing a ripple on her face. Pyrrha, in the meantime, was red all over, rather than just her hair, biting her trembling lips and clenching her fists.

It was a miracle nobody had seen something odd about this, but when she let out a keening sound, with what felt like it had to be a dozen feet of tongue inside her and scraping along her inner walls like mad in endless licking motions, a probing finger wiggled under her and probing her rosebud, doing things to her she hadn't ever thought possible?

Someone had to have heard, but as she slumped over the desk, recovering her breath in great gulps of air, she couldn't hear anyone approaching. Taking a look around, it seemed the only person nearby actually looking at her was the short woman from earlier, giving her a wink from her green eyes.

Gabriel, on the other hand, promptly crawled up into his seat again, grabbing a napkin from nearby to- was that- were those her... fluids on his chin?

"Well, wasn't that tasty?" Pyrrha could have sunk into the ground in shame as he dabbed his face clean.

"You know, you totally could get your own after-dessert snack," Sarah said, nudging Pyrrha with an elbow as her eyebrows waggled. "Don't worry, nobody will see a thing, and I'll make sure your ice cream doesn't go to waste."

Her eyes darted around between her two new acquaintances, Gabriel's smile gentle and accepting. "Don't feel pressured towards anything, just do what you're comfortable with."

Steeling her will, Pyrrha resolved herself, breathing in deep. "Okay."

And with that, she was diving underneath the desk herself. Vale, Valians, the works. Holding her breath, it truly seemed nobody was coming to interrupt them, so she continued, knowing she was being this daring more on accord of the high she was riding than anything else.

It wouldn't be the first time, adrenaline being one hell of a drug, as one of her instructors had put it once, just that it was no combat high this time.

Either way she soon found out Gabriel wasn't wearing any underwear. As though he'd been expecting this to happen. His p... his penis was huge, the kind of thing she would have expected to see in one of those infamous comics rather than in real life, though she also hadn't exactly been expecting to see a penis of any kind today.

Still, once she got over her staring, she (hesitantly) took it in her hand, feeling the hot, pulsing length and the veins snaking along it. This was...

This was it. With a slow and careful move, Pyrrha brought her head closer, a pleasant, a little musky smell filling her nostrils as she stretched her tongue out of her mouth, giving it a little lick and finding the taste... nice.

She had a rough idea of what to do next through cultural osmosis, so once she gave the tip a little ki-kiss (it didn't count unless it was on the lips, so she was safe), she wrapped her lips around its girth, taking it into her mouth and giving it a more thorough taste.

Gabriel and Sarah were talking about something up above the table, but Pyrrha was too preoccupied to really listen, especially when Gabriel's hand came down to gently nudge her head, showing her how to build up a steady rhythm as she let his manhood slide in and out of her mouth.

What would it feel like, to him? Her hot, slimy mouth? Her tongue just like his earlier, seeking out sensitive spots as it licked along them? Right, she'd read somewhere about this, so she took hold of his smooth balls, her gloved fingers carefully playing with them.

He didn't tug her away, so she was probably doing something right.

Pyrrha had gotten a good idea of her limits (for now), taking Gabriel's penis as far into her mouth as she comfortably could, and it did not take long, just a few minutes if she had to guess, before Gabriel tapped her cheek, leaning back in his seat to look down at her. "I'm about to come, Pyrrha."

Right. Time to do the last part and swallow it all, right? She was ready.

Sarah sighed. "I want you to know this is seriously just too ridiculous."

Her loveable, stupid brother just blinked at her, tilting his head to the side in confusion as he came down the celeb's throat, her quiet choking sounds audible under the table. "What do you mean exactly? I'll need you to be a bit more specific."

"Oh, I don't know, maybe what amounts to a globally reknown prodigy ready and willing to trade oral in a public space with you? After meeting you for the first time twenty minutes ago?" Honestly, why did she even bother sometimes...

"Oh, should I have taken it a little slower, you think?"

"No, no, just... Ugh, forget it. Not worth the bother."

Gabriel just shrugged, finally finishing coming inside Pyrrha's mouth. Who, shortly thereafter, resurfaced from under the desk of doom with only minimal retching sounds after her first time swallowing. "So, anyone else want some more ice cream?"

Laboured breaths still/swallows heavily/obviously trying to cover up her true thoughts

Conclusion: Just sucked her first dick, will be thinking about this for a while

Duh, thank you, Power Obvious.

Pyrrha had been expecting... something, just from how things had gone so far, just perhaps not necessarily this... hard and fast?

Thinking in innuendo was weird, even if it felt appropriate.

"Come on, you can sit on my lap," Gabriel had said, patting his legs and nudging his chair backwards to give her space. "Don't worry, nobody will see anything they shouldn't."

His smile did not inspire confidence in that, but... maybe it was on purpose? Either way, Pyrrha was not going to back down now.

Standing up and simply displaying her still revealed privates for anyone to see, she rounded the table, her heart wildly beating inside her chest as she saw Gabriel hadn't tucked his own back in.

This was it. This was how...

Carefully sitting down and keeping his manhood between her thighs, above where her panties had been left, Pyrrha took a look around, noticing the same woman as earlier giving her a wink. Oh god, someone had actually see-

Gabriel's arms came to wrap themselves around her midsection, pulling her back against his chest and letting him bury his face in her neck, kissing it and leaving blooms of heat on her skin as he kept on wandering along it.

"You're very beautiful, Pyrrha, do you know that? Because I want you to." Suppressing a snort at his blunt compliment, she wiggled around a little, feeling the wet heat of his manhood between her legs. She probably should just get up and walk out, have nothing more to do with this... but she stayed.

She wasn't entirely sure, she should probably take some time for herself and think it through, but-

Pyrrha licked her lips, the vague savoury-salty taste of earlier still on them.

"Oh, isn't someone eager?" Gabriel smiled at her with a cheshire grin as she began grinding against him, enjoying the feel of his rod against herself.

"Gabriel? Shut up and do it already." If he was offended, he didn't show it, an amused chuckle all he gave off as he lifted her by her thighs. The feeling of his strong hands on them felt... nice.

Not as nice, though, as the tip of his manhood sliding against Pyrrha's shame, wet trails of fluids she was not going to be thinking about snaking across her flesh. She was-

Her breath halted as it slowly teased itself in, Gabriel adjusting their positioning so she could decide how fast they were going. "It's my first time," she breathed out in a panic, having no idea what to do and embarrassing herself and why had she just said-

"Alright," Gabriel said, his voice even and steady. "Just remember the first time can hurt and suck, a lot. So don't crush any of my body parts, okay?"

Sarah, opposite of where they were... copulating... right in front of his sister... in public... was just smirking as she watched them.

Why was she smiling like that?

"You know, my brother here has a bad habit of breaking women," she narrated, obviously enjoying it, "of just meeting them and fucking them stupid, literally. They just feel too good and their brains shut off."

She leaned forwards, her hand coming to lie on Pyrrha's where she was gripping the table. "You're going to look really cute and stupid with your eyes rolled back and your tongue hanging out."

The next moment, Gabriel pushed her down, deflowering the Champion Of Mistral in a single thrust.

She bit onto her wrist, using her aura to keep from hurting herself, but still a low whine escaped her, even as her legs flailed for a moment before she found the angle to push herself up by flexing her thighs.

And dropped herself again, unable to bear the feeling of emptiness after being filled to the very brim. Gabriel, on the other hand, just joined his sister in stroking the back of her hands, his other hand patting the side of her butt.

With laboured breathing, Pyrrha continued fucking herself on Gabriel, bouncing up and down his lap like a cheap whore and enjoying the feeling of his big, fat rod being driven in and out of her, pleasure shooting through every cell in her body on every push up and down, stretching herself around Gabriel's tool.

"Yes- it's- good!" It was hard to speak, the exertion entirely different from any of the combat drills she was familiar with.

"That's nice to hear," he answered, groping her and supporting every thrust with his own waist movements, letting him reach her very deepest depths as he bumped into a wall with every completed move, a deep resonance of tingling pressure driving her closer.

It did not take long before she exploded, twitching and gushing fluids and her inner muscles clamped down rhythmically, Gabriel breathing out and pumping upwards in short, deep thrusts before grinding his entire length inside her, what she soon realized to be semen spilling out inside her.

This was... amazing. Around them, the ice cream parlour was still operating as normal, nobody having-

Gabriel stood up, pushing Pyrrha forwards and only then pulling out of her, his still hard rod sliding out only to push against her butt.

Her butthole.

"What-" She asked, only to have all air driven out of her lungs once again as he pressed forwards, bending her over the table.

"You like that, don't you?" Sarah drawled, looking right in her face. "You're all for getting it in the ass, like the dirty little buttslut you are."

Pyrrha tried to respond, but she couldn't, her tongue hanging out as the pressure in her behind continued to rise, the penis well-lubricated by both of their fluids sliding inside regardless of her resistance.

Not that she was putting up much of one. Turned out getting a penis in there felt good. So as Gabriel leaned over her, every vein and bump on his rod making itself felt as he pushed and pushed and filled her up, Pyrrha pushed her weight onto the desk and let him.

"He's going to fuck you, you know? He won't stop once it's aaall inside, he'll ram it in and out until you're fucked stupid. You don't need to think, you just need to take his dick like a good girl."

By the time Gabriel's balls slapped against her vagina, her behind swallowing it to the very root, Pyrrha couldn't wait anymore, fidgeting and moving around as the imposing dick filled her up. He, on the other hand, just groped her butt with both hands and pulled.

Pyrrha was panting like a bitch in heat.

And then he pushed.

Pyrrha's back arched, her insides clenching up around him.

And he pulled out and pushed in, fucking orgasms into Pyrrha as she did all she could to keep herself under control, hyperventilating in short order and only seeing Sarah's face as she kept on looking at her with lidded eyes.

Pyrrha kept on coming, all the way until she couldn't keep her legs in place. Then she couldn't see anymore, and then she just stopped thinking.

So long as the dick inside her kept on going, she would be alright. She knew.

Well, looks like she's fainted.

"I can't fucking believe it," Sarah says with an exasperated shake of her head. "You fucking conked her out through buttsex. Famous gladiator, the Invincible Girl, and you walk her into an ice cafe and ram it up her backside until she drops."

You just shrug as you carefully pull out, Pyrrha's tight ass gripping onto you even in her sleep. "To be fair to her, most women do when I get going. I think being undead actually just made it better, or worse or however you want to call it."

You take a bit to massage Pyrrha's ass as you wrangle with her, your head stuck a bit as she subconsciously clamps down, not wanting to let go of you. "Anyways, would you mind asking our friend if she has the time to follow us home? I kind of want to keep her, she's cute."

"Pyrrha or our voyeur?"

"Yes."

Sarah just sighs, unable or unwilling to suppress a chuckle. Turning in her seat a little, she begins making several gestures at the shortie sitting over at the 'bar', the 'conversation' returned and a happy nod being the end result.

"Yeah, she'll come along. Keep covering us with her semblance, too," Sarah informs you of.

"Good, I don't think I can get out of her without some serious force," you say. "I think Pyrrha's got literally every muscle inside herself trained or something."

With that, you heft her up, sliding your length back inside to carry her with you comfortably, her legs in your arm and her back leaning against you.

"Oh, whatever." Sarah, being ever the responsible sister, slaps a few lien chips down on the table as the two of you get up, also throwing one over at your observer. "Today's ice was on us."

Suffice to say, she happily comes with you, keeping Pyrrha hidden as you wait for her to let up on you a bit.

Bullheads, you consider idly as you create a sweets fairy to feed your mute guest (she actually is mute, as it turned out), really are complete nonsense from a technological standpoint, their engines making little sense and the way they produce lift force entirely dependent on dust.

The weird metamaterial used as both fuel and ingredient necessary for dustforged metals is extremely unusual, being easily converted from its literal powder- or crystal-like state into the 'element' of the stuff, from lightning dust being used as literal lightning or for generation of massive amounts of electricity to ice dust being used to cool its surroundings or create actual ice of significantly bigger volume than the stuff itself.

Or, for that matter, earth dust, which can turn into rock and dirt or actual metals, which is partially where the easily accessible supply of most rare earths on Remnant comes from. A practiced dustcaster can simply take a chunk of earth dust and create any given metal they know of easily enough.

Anyways, more on that later. For now, you're taking a closer look at your brand new bullhead, your manufactory completely functional and supplied with everything you might need.

Bullhead Upgrades

Fusion Cores: All this dust power generation is nice and all, but it still does require regular refueling instead of, say, needing replacement fusion cores every century or two. Time to change that. (4 points)

Stronger Engines: Most of the energy generated by using up dust is directed towards keeping the bullhead at a stable elevation, other movement being achieved by adjusting the dust flow and its exact direction. You can totally screw all that shit and go at twice the speed by throwing in an actual engine that should hopefully let you work around the dust issue. (4 points, requires Fusion Cores)

Retrofit Lift Thrusters: Bullheads fly through a mix of a very, very small amount of gravity dust and a bunch of wind dust. Theoretically, you could massively reduce the need for both by simply installing a few systems relying on common physics to generate lift, copied from things like Mr. Handys or eyebots. (4 points)

Waterproof: Letting your flying machine better weather the weather is always good. (1 point)

Comfortable Seating: Bullheads aren't exactly first-class vehicles, being designed more for functionality and such, but you certainly could install some comfortable seating in its cargo hold, turning it into more of a personnel carrier. (2 points)

Autopilot: There is little in terms of air traffic laws on Remnant, so all you would need to create a functional auto pilot is throwing in what amount to a specialized robot VI connected to sensors on the bullhead's outside. (3 points)

Well, by the time you're done with your personal bullhead, it'll be a lot more comfortable, a lot faster and capable of independent autopiloting as long as it doesn't have to perform any complex maneuvers.

In other words, a high-speed transporter with a side of luxury at cost of the space you have available for people or cargo inside. Not all that much of a tradeoff, given you aren't looking to use this thing as a troop transport; it is simply an easily disguised way of moving things around for the time being.

Nobody's looking at random bullhead twice, as the White Fang so amply demonstrated when they basically parked their troop transport above your damn property and nobody noticed.

That said, certain... difficulties made themselves known to you halfway through. In the form of your as-yet unnamed guest, mostly content to sit on a little desk the slime maids brought outside so she can watch you work, getting up from where she's been playing with the sweets fairy as she fed aura into her in exchange for all manners of sweets, but especially cold ones, and poking the part of the bullhead you're about to paint with water-repelling paint.

"Do you want me to add something?" You ask, vaguely guessing her intentions.

With a nod, the brunette pulls out a scroll, typing something in. Showing it to you, you can see she's navigated to a particular page, a recording site for huntsman insignias, a very personal symbol each and every graduate of the big academies seems to carry somewhere on their body.

"You think I should add my own emblem?" You ask to clarify, a nod being your response. Huh.

Well, she seems like she thinks you should really do it, so... why the hell not? You can always go with a moon motif, probably... how about several phases of the moon contained within themselves?

Eh, you'll just take a big circle, add a smaller circle inside and basically use it as a stylized crescent moon and full moon in one.

"There, happy? I still have to overhaul the side thrusters, so unless you'd like to add any other ideas...?"

Nope, turns out she doesn't. Instead, she just turns around and leaves with a happy wave of her hand.

"She did steal the fairy avatar, Master Gabriel," the slime maid in attendance mentions. "As well as one of the spare keys, I believe."

Joy, something else to keep track of. At least you can just use the sweets fairy to find out more about her later on?

Okay, dust. Dust, dust, dust. The magical material seemingly all technology more complicated than simple steelwork is based on in this dimension, as well as your latest source of frustration.

Simply put, it isn't really making much sense. Sure, you suppose you wouldn't mind if you didn't know better, but this stuff is basically an aura-reactive storage medium or 'energy propellant' whose input is completely unknown according to any records you can find on the CCTS and whose output can be controlled through careful application of aura.

Or triggered by various means, depending on its purity or rarity or however one wants to call it. Some types of high-grade dust can even release their contents through simply being moved around too fast, such as by accident. Much more dangerous, as that's an uncontrolled release, but then again, if you do it right, a bomb or grenade doesn't need to be safe for anyone nearby it.

Incidentally, that's exactly how most common explosives function around here, just have a device that triggers a sufficiently-sized dust crystal or amount of pulver.

Powdered dust being especially volatile in this, of course.

Four 'basic' types of dust exist, that being fire, ice, earth and air dust, if you take out the fancy terminology and such. Using these four, most other types can be created from scratch, apparently.

Of particular interest to you are gravity and hardlight dust, respectively, both rather rare and, in the case of the latter, only produced in the floating city of Atlas. As well as plant dust, because plants are apparently a type of energy discharge, hah!

Oh, and steam dust. Loads of interesting uses for a bunch of heavy, heated steam meeting the face of people you don't like, though that honestly counts for most of these dust types- most of these things should be useable in battle as they are, one way or another.

This is also why many, many weapons used by the huntsmen of Remnant incorporate the use of dust in some way, from dust munitions to be inserted into pre-existing firearms to little vials of dust or whole dust crystals that can be inserted to be incorporated into an individual fighting style.

Also, man, with each and every huntsman having their own specialized, individual weapon and semblance and even aura specializations, that's a lot of work for the academies, you'd reckon.

Also, dustforging. By somehow adding dust into the smithing process, additional qualities are conveyed into the metal involved- somehow. Similarly, you've found mention of the practice of 'dustweaving' while looking through any texts on the matter you can find in the public domain.

It's actually fairly interesting, though you remain hesitant to just incorporate something along these lines into all your technology- out of all the worlds you have been to this far, Remnant is the only one with naturally occuring dust, which has you... leery, to say the least.

Maybe it's a thing about the local laws of physics? Would at least explain its presence, after all. You think auras and the resulting semblances are something inherent to the soul of a given individual regardless of the world you're in, with Remnantians simply having a much easier time with accessing that aspect of the things thanks to the way it works, or something along those lines.

Look, you're working off of half-baked theories and vague feelings based off of your own experiences so far. You'll just leave this shit be for the time being and go play with the small amount of civilian-use dust you could acquire. See what you can do.

Honestly, combining your semblance with dust gives... mixed results. On the one hand, consuming the stuff does let you add additional effects to your minions, as your experiments show, but on the other, those effects are a tad... lackluster?

Simply put, earth dust means your creations are made out of stone that can move just as well as they could otherwise, making them more durable and significantly tougher. An interesting concept in combination with creations like the slime maid, though Carnage actually seems to have troubles using her auto-biokinesis in this state.

By comparison, air dust makes your minions lighter somehow, reducing their weight, while fire dust heats them up and water dust makes their forms more malleable. Amusingly, the sweets fairy's tummy started bouncing when she ate twice her body weight in sweets, much to her panic.

It was pretty cute.

Ice dust cools the temperature of your minions by some decent amount and lightning dust seems to... increase the static electricity of your creations? You think, anyways.

You should probably practice with this more if you want results. If you're going to put in the time, anyways.

When Pyrrha awoke, it was in an unfamiliar room, entirely naked and feeling better than she ever had in her life.

Her hand went to where she usually kept Miló and Akoúo̱, not finding them at her bedside, though she quickly spotted them on a desk not far from herself, along with her armor and freshly-washed and folded clothes.

Just as she was getting up, a knock sounded at her door, a... weirdly colored maid(?) stepping through. "Good evening, Mistress Pyrrha. Master Gabriel brought you home after your unfortunate spot of fainting earlier in the day. Would you like to take your meal now?"

Pyrrha stood there for a moment. "Yes, please," she eventually decided, fully thinking through what had to have happened after she had blacked out. "Though I do not feel too hungry yet, truth be told."

"Unsurprising, considering the sheer amount of semen Master Gabriel pumped into you." At the way she stopped walking, the maid tilted her head, her neck twisting in on itself until her face hung upside down. "As Master Gabriel's semblance, I am fully aware of what happened, of course. If you would like to see him instead, he is currently in the courtyard, practicing his usage of dust with his semblance."

Pyrrha was tempted to talk to the man she had done... that with, but she really should get a proper meal as soon as possible. "That can wait until later. You said you are his semblance?"

"Indeed," the maid as she fell into a walk two steps ahead of Pyrrha, "I am one of Master Gabriel's creations."

"is your master... a huntsman, perchance?" Pyrrha was sure she would have heard of a semblance like this just from how unusual it was, but...

"No, Master Gabriel is not a huntsman. Though I believe he may be dusting up on his combat skills in response to the lovers he has found after coming into this city, as many of them are seeking to become huntresses-in-training in Beacon Academy."

That was... information. Perhaps Pyrrha should be more concerned over the apparent multiple partners of the man she had met out of the blue, but he did seem to be doing everything he could to take responsibility, so perhaps she should overlook it.

The wetness (still) in her behind played no part in this decision, of course. She had never so much as touched herself back there, before today.

"Please, Mistress Pyrrha, feel free to enter," the maid said as she held open a door, leading into a kitchen area. "The proper dining room is still unfurnished, as we are only moving into the mansion at the moment, but please be assured your meal has been prepared."

Pyrrha nodded, walking right in. It was thus, mid-stride on the way to the table richly garnished with soup, bread, vegetables and grilled meat, that the opposite door opened.

"Oh my god, you're Pyrrha Nikos," the white-haired girl coming inside said more than asked. Pyrrha did not want to judge, but- "You're Pyrrha Nikos, in the flesh! In... all of the flesh. Why are you naked?"

Pyrrha only then realized she had never bothered to dress herself again. "I'm sorry, I just don't wear clothing in private unless necessary." Or she did now, anyways. Back at home-home, she'd had to make do with simply wearing underwear instead. "If it bothers you, I can-"

"Oh, no, no, don't worry on my account. It's just... I'll just have to get used to it." Shaking her head, the girl primly took a seat, muttering something under her breath. "Can't even blame him if it was for this."

"Mhm?" Pyrrha asked as she followed up.

"Oh, nothing! Nothing at all. Oh gosh, I can't believe I forgot to introduce myself!" Promptly getting up again, she gave Pyrrha a bow. "My name is Weiss Schnee, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Pyrrha Nikos, though I believe you may already know," Pyrrha smiled at her, looking over the spread of food available to them. "I do recognize the name, though. What might you be doing in Vale, of all places?"

"Oh, you see, I am going to attend Beacon this year! There was a little trouble at the hotel, they actually double booked me with Gabriel's family, and so one thing led to another and they let me stay with them. I just followed them when they bought the mansion afterwards."

Well, judging from her smile, Weiss was happy about it, at least. That was what really counted, right?

"That's a very nice story, Weiss," she said. "I just so happened to meet Gabriel and his sister today, and after..." How was she going to put this?

"Let me guess, you had sex with him?" Weiss just snickered with a hand before her mouth at Pyrrha's shocked look. "You may be surprised, but I have met the man."

"Yes, well, after we had sex in broad daylight inside an ice cafe they both asked me out to, I fainted and came to inside one of the rooms inside this mansion." Now it was Weiss' turn to be shocked.

Pyrrha took her turn giggling a little. She could already tell this was going to turn out nicely. And maybe more than that. It wasn't cheating if her lover also had relations with her, after all, and Weiss did keep sneaking glances...

Sending off several messages for Ruby, detailing everything to know about that little auction thing you have planned and offering to come pick them up yourself ahead of time.

You also simultaneously order the Dollmaker to begin working on Ivy again, your technology-possessing soul. You foresee potentially having use of her in this world, and honestly, anything without an ion laser is horribly outdated by your standards.

Next off, Weiss. 'Hey Weiss, you meet a redhead in the mansion yet?'

'I have, as a matter of fact, met Pyrrha Nikos. How could you not tell me about her?'

'I just met her today, and I was pretty sure she'd sleep through most of it after how hard I railed her ass.'

'asafrw'

Haha, Weiss is still being cute about it. Anyways, next off, time for another Grimm hunt! The people you spoke to last time seemed really glad about you taking the night shift, as that's usually when Grimm move into already endangered areas, so you may as well continue the trend so far.

After all, a positive image is the first step to world domination, and though you aren't sure about this world's hellish dust-based Grimm-infested self yet, making preparations can't hurt.

Smashing aside a beowolf with a backhand to the snout, you take a moment to survey the area, making sure you aren't about to be attacked from behind.

You do have both Weiss and Pyrrha along, both huntresses-to-be enthusiastic about the idea of getting some actual practice in before Beacon starts, so you aren't exactly using your claws, instead making it a point to exercise your aura along with actual technique, getting used to the immense force with which you can really move around with thanks to enhancements from said aura, your vampiric strength and speed and the tonics you took to drive yourself even further.

Well, suffice to say, most Grimm aren't really prepared to answer what amounts to a human wrecking ball impacting them, whirling them around and smashing them against anything nearby, including and especially other Grimm.

That and just tear them to pieces. Funnily enough, for all that the Creatures Of Grimm are the scourge of mankind (in this dimension), they are not immune to simple physics. Enough damage and things still die.

"Why did you never mention you actually are good at hand to hand, exactly?" Weiss asks, pulling her rapier out of a rapidly dissolving Grimm body.

"Well, we were training with team setups in mind," you explain. "Had to make myself the weak, vulnerable target for you to watch out for. This is just a different training focus."

Not much further, Pyrrha, dressed in her full regalia, darts in and out of the treeline, her weapon rapidly transforming between a spear, a short sword and a rifle as she keeps on attacking the pack of Grimm you managed to find. The look on her face is one of careful concentration, though you can't help but notice the slight smile creeping in on her every now and then- she's enjoying this.

Whether it is the joy of combat or the knowledge is tangibly helping people, making their lives safer, is another question entirely.

"You know, it has been a while since I was out on a date like this," Nora says, playfully elbowing you in the side as the two of you walk along Vale's nighttime shopping streets, brightly glowing decorations lining them.

"What, all the murder dates and other fun don't count?"

"Oh, you know what I mean." You and Nora swerve around a larger group of shoppers, changing tracks and walking by a shopping mall. "The last time someone tried to take me out for shopping had to, oh, in university, I think."

"A grave mistake, obviously enough," you dryly remark. "Now let's see where we shall go first."

What started as a little dinner date at a fancy place ended up becoming... well.

"And that's a steakhouse, no matter what they're calling it. Nice fries, though," Nora says, taking a sip from the unfamiliar soft drink. The more things change, the more tehy stay the same.

"So what are we taking from this? Meat's relatively rare, most restaurants around serve small amounts except specialized places?" You posit.

Somehow, one way or another, you ended up conducting an impromptu gastronomical survey.

"Probably a matter of farming... or rather, farmland. If every acre is precious because of the Grimm being a greater danger and actively destroying any infrastructure, you would want to make every one of them count, and with the yield of crops being greater than that of farming livestock, you could probably feed more people that way."

"Yes," you agree, "we already assumed as much earlier. How come an actual steak isn't all that costly compared to 'normal' dishes?"

"Maybe just a result of low demand?" Nora suggests. "If not many people eat all that much meat in the first place, prices wouldn't be particularly high."

"Guess we'll just have to investigate further," you shrug. "We haven't even started on the rest of this district, not to mention the places that actually serve faunus around here."

"I do wonder how many of them we'll actually meet."

"Only one way to find out."

Okita, being her usual self, immediately had an idea for what to do when you asked her if she wanted to do something together with you.

Which is how you find yourself down in the basement, drawing a stready stream of blood from your stores of yuckblood, what with you stockpiling it a bit before switching production to Adam. You never know when you need some emergency rations in case your blooddolls manage to kill themselves or anything, after all, or the stuff might otherwise come in handy.

Such as right now, you and Okita doing your best to shape the very best blades out of the freely flowing dark red fluid using your hemokinesis. Once both of you have something decent together, you go ahead and have a little floating swordfight, the dripping blades clashing again and again as you use your plundered knowledge the best you can.

As you go along, repeating the process every time one of the swords involved falls apart, one thing becomes clear above all; while you have better control over your constructs, keeping them coherent with greater ease than Okita and using them with precision and grace, Okita has much greater force behind every swing, her jagged hunks of blood impacting your own creations with tremendous force that takes everything you have to counter.

At least you have an easier time destroying hers, though. It's an interesting dichotomy you have built up, all in all, and hey, Okita seems to be having fun, which is really the most important thing.

One good thing about having your slime maids patrolling the mansion and taking care of everything, their aura consumption relatively low for some strange reason and everyone around perfectly capable of refueling them, is that you have a pretty easy time finding people as chances are one of the maid bodies is nearby, meaning you just have to concentrate on asking the avatar inside your soulscape for their location.

Which, really, goes double for Weiss, given you gave her her own special maid always trailing behind her wherever she is.

"Hey Weiss," you greet your short lover as you catch her on the way back to her room after breakfast, "you got a moment?"

"Hello Gabriel, and yes, I can spare a few moments." Gesturing for her door, she soon has you follow inside the bedroom you have set up for her, turning to face you with her back straight and a smile on her face. "What did you need?"

"Oh, I just wanted to talk for a moment, make sure you're doing alright," you explain, leaning against the nearest wall. You'd prefer to sit down for this, but you also don't wanna impose or anything. "What with Pyrrha coming along and hopping right into the mansion. I'd actually expected her to just treat this place as a secondary home while she stays at her hotel room, but hey, nice surprises and all that."

"Yes, I can see how you might be concerned," Weiss says, biting her lip for a moment before realizing what she's doing and stopping herself. "Pyrrha is really smitten with you, I hope you realize. And... I know this sounds weird, but I'm happy for her, having found her way to you. To... us."

That last bit was muttered in a hopeful tone that has you gently hug Weiss towards yourself, the perplexed girl just going along with it. "Of course, nothing strange about that. So long as we're all happy, it's exactly why we're all together."

Right, Weiss, you have decided, needs more love, so you go ahead and stroke her hair for a while, patting her head in the process. Poor thing doesn't seem like she's ever really received any positive physical contact, something you have to do your best to make up for as soon and as frequently as possible.

With a content sigh, her eyes closed, Weiss just leans into it. "You know, I actually used to be a fan of Pyrrha's. I think it was something about the image of a truly Invincible Girl, the idea that I could be like that, that drove me to try and become a huntress. At least a little bit."

Mhm, interesting. Also, looks like Pyrrha's an even bigger celebrity than you thought. "You used to? Does that mean you aren't, anymore?"

"I think... I think I stopped seeing the Invincible Pyrrha Nikos and just saw Pyrrha, once we got to talking in the kitchen. While she was naked, mind you. Now I'm just a fan of Pyrrha, the really nice girl that wasn't even bothered by that," Weiss murmurs into your chest, her forehead held against it.

"And I suppose that had nothing to do with her state of undress, of course," you dryly remark, still stroking and cuddling her. "Not that I am judging, Pyrrha is a treat even while dressed, after all."

"Perv," your white-haired little girlfriend chuckles. "Would it be... bad... if I said yes?"

"I'm the last person to judge anyone else for lusting after beautiful young women, as I said," you clarify. "Just look at yourself, for that matter. So long as Pyrrha or anyone else in our little mess of a relationship is comfortable with it, it's completely fine for you to express closeness, intimacy or whatever else you feel towards them."

Weiss blushes, of course, even as her next words midly anger you. "I'm not beautiful. I am... disfigured, you don't need to-"

Your hands move to her face, holding her cheeks and moving it up to look at you. "Disfigured? Hardly. All I can see out of the usual is a little scar, and all it really does is underline your pretty eyes."

You draw a thumb over the scar running vertically over her eye, leaning down to place a kiss on her brow where it starts. "You are beautiful, Weiss, inside and out. Otherwise I would hardly love you, would I?"

You can see the tears gathering in her eyes at this point. Jeez, screw your earlier thought about cuddles, this girl needs all the positive reinforcement. "I am short. You're nearly twice as tall as me."

"And I only care insofar as it makes holding you tickle my protective instincts even more."

"I am headstrong, and self-destructive," Weiss 'confesses', "I ran away from home to become a huntress because I wanted to just get away from it all."

"The one thing I want the most for you is for you to find yourself, no matter where you are. Also, I'm the last person to care, the only reason my childhood home still stands is because I believe arson to be unproductive."

As long as there's still food inside the building, anyways.

"I drive everyone around me away no matter what I do, people talk or the faunus come and-" Weiss says, now downright crying in complete silence, wet tears flowing onto your shirt where she hides her face against it.

"You couldn't get me to leave you alone if you tried." And it's true, too; you've always been bad at letting go of attachments once you formed them.

"I am... I am not worthy of... of being loved like you..."

"None of that," you say sternly, Weiss looking up with an almost fearful look in her eyes. "The only one that's allowed to decide who's worthy of my love is me, Weiss, and there's nothing you can change about that."

Kissing the top of her head, you hold her close. "You're a lovely young woman, Weiss, with nearly enough issues to measure up to myself when I was younger and desperately in need of someone, anyone, telling you a simple truth."

"You are worthy of being loved," you whisper in her ear. "You deserve it, and I will beat anyone so much as insinuating otherwise with my bare hands until they shut right up, one way or another. I swear."

After this, there are no more words to be said. You just hold her as she cries herself out, her arms meeting at your back as she holds onto you like a drowning man onto a lifeline and you gently rock her until she calms down.

"Feeling better?" It feels almost like sacrilege, to break the silence, but you feel it needed to be said.

"I... I am," Weiss smiles, rubbing her reddened eyes. "I think I... should take a nap. Don't mind me, I'll just-"

"I'll tuck you in," you bowl over her. "Come on, I'll hold your hand until you're asleep."

Weiss doesn't protest (too much), and it doesn't take long for her to undress to her underwear, the lacy silk just making her look cuter. And even once she is under the covers, one arm stretched out for you to hold, Weiss keeps smiling the slightest bit, all the way until she begins drifting off.

Neither of you let go until half an hour later.

Pyrrha, as it turns out after about five minutes of investigative work involving creating a handful of additional slime maids to search the mansion, is actually out back in the 'garden', conducting combat drills of some sort. Coming out to meet her, you stay at a distance for a bit, observing her as she moves.

Stab, stab, weapon shift into short sword. Block, counter, repositioning, the redhead moves around the little clearing resulting from the bullhead crash like lightning, staying mobile and focused. When she uses her weapon's rifle mode, she doesn't actually fire, only aiming and tensing up for a moment every time she would otherwise fire.

If there's anything you can say about her fighting style, it is that she never seems to lose her footing, nor does she waver in so much as a single move. She's clearly well-trained, having done this often enough the practice has become part of her flesh and blood.

Also, she's really using her shield in a rather... aggressive fashion, a lot. Probably shouldn't surprise you; with aura being a thing, it would make much more sense to be a little more proactive about things and rely more on speed and reflexes to avoid damage, only using the sharp metal disk to outright block things when really necessary or against attacks that are relatively trivial in the first place.

Heavier blows would just throw anyone hit directly around through sheer force, even with aura blocking actual damage. It's a forcefield, but it doesn't negate force, so leverage and simple physics determine the rest. Hence, just dodge.

It does make sense.

"Oh, hello!" Having noticed you nearby, Pyrrha folds her weapon up and turns towards you, wiping the back of her hand over her forehead despite her lack of sweat.

"Hey Pyrrha," you call back. "You doing okay?"

"I am doing great, Gabriel, no need to worry," she smiles at you. "I am just running through my combat drills."

"I can see that," you smirk back. "Though I was referring more towards the way we met and I carried you back home through Vale's streets like nobody's business before deciding you live here now."

"Well, even less need to worry, in that case." It is a little weird just how serene Pyrrha is behaving, really. "It is a little... new... to be courted this way, but I don't mind, truly."

"Not even the polyamory?" You cock an eyebrow.

"Not at all. Unusual arrangements like that are a lot more common in parts of Mistral. I only hope I am not upsetting anyone with my presence."

"Oh, far from it," you casually throw out a hand. "Everyone knows and consents, which is really the important thing, anyways."

"Exactly," Pyrrha beams at you. "Though I believe Miss Schnee may have been a little shocked when I did not wear anything to dinner yesterday."

"A good shocked or a bad shocked?" You can already guess the answer, but...

"A good kind, I hope, given she did not mind overmuch. Though..." Losing her open happiness, Pyrrha's face tilts, eyes downcast. "I also hope I did not bother you with my... proclivities, when we met."

You just tilt your head. "Pardon?"

"I did not know I would react... like that... to touch towards my lower back. I appreciate you indulging me and hope I did not unduly-"

You interrupt her with a spontaneous laugh, shaking your head. "Pyrrha, please, you really, truly, do not need to apologize for liking it up the ass."

Her cute blush doesn't help your desire to tease her, of course. "Are you sure that is alright?"

"It is," you calm her. "Anal sex is completely fine and normal, and preferring it up the ass isn't anything strange."

"Really? Because, uhm, I had the opportunity to compare, and... I liked it both from the front and from behind, but it just felt more..."

"Intense?" You suggest. "Intimate?"

"Yes, both. The feeling of letting you in like that, in a place that nothing is supposed to go in that fashion, it was... special. Though I am not sure I could live without normal... sex... either now that I have had a taste." Laying a hand over her lower stomach, Pyrrha looks you straight in the eyes. "Am I not too... weird?"

"No, Pyrrha, if anything, that just makes you kinky," you say as you approach, wrapping your arms around her unresisting body. "And I am certainly more than happy to indulge your newfound hobby, as will everyone else be. Or if they aren't, they will certainly accept it."

Possessively, you grope her ass, making Pyrrha gasp in pleased surprise. "And this is one ass that certainly deserves all the loving I can give it, hm?"

"Oh, it certainly does," Pyrrha murmurs in your embrace. "Do you want to-?"

"Oh, I certainly do," you agree as you keep on kneading her well-muscled behind, really digging your hands in.

Two minutes later, Pyrrha is bent against a tree, her ass stretched out for you to take. Which you do, repeatedly and without stopping until she fails to keep herself upright.

Apparently, you did everything right, or at least Pyrrha's gentle smile never leaves her face.

Steering a bullhead, as it turns out, isn't all that hard when you have a decent enough idea of how it works, which you happen to do. Though the controls are simple enough a well-trained monkey could fly one of these things, in your estimation.

Or, somewhat more relevantly for you, a decently programmed virtual intelligence. Which is why, when you set down not far from Patch, a smaller town not all that far from Vale when you get down to it, you don't really need to stay in the pilot's seat.

Meaning you can simply and easily step out to greet Ruby and Yang, who gave you the coordinates to meet them at in the first place. "Hello there, you two. Ready for the party?"

"Is that... a custom bullhead?" Yang asks, too busy being gobsmacked to be her usual self in your presence.

"It sure is! Bought one and fixed it up myself," you tell them. "Flies faster and more comfortable. Come inside, but hands off the minibar."

"You rebuilt a whole bullhead all by yourself?" Ruby's enthusiasm is solid enough to be an almost physical thing. "And did you put your emblem on it?!"

"Of course I did. I am somewhat of an engineer, after all."

With shining eyes, Ruby comes inside after you as you retreat deeper into your bullhead, popping up near each of your modifications as she moves almost faster than the (human) eye can see to drool over what you changed from the commercial model.

Yang just facepalms, shaking her head with a disgusted sigh as she hops into the semi-fancy transport area. "Least these're some nice digs."

Qrow POV

Qrow cursed mentally, rising into the air to keep an eye on the freakishly fast bullhead. Just his luck he wouldn't quite be able to keep up... though he didn't exactly need to, either.

It was pretty distinctive, now that he'd seen it, so all he needed to do to find Ruby's mystery lover was find that moon symbol again. Hopefully easier by keep eyes on the speeding thing to limit the area he'd need to cover.

Man, Qrow hadn't believed it when Taiyang called him, but hey, anything for his favorite nieces. If the man asked for help, he would help, dammit. He'd arrived in Patch just in time, too, to follow them sneak out into the woods, so something was obviously up, after all.

When he saw the bullhead land, he knew shit was obviously happening, so he got ready to interfere if he had to. Wouldn't be the first time he got them out of deep trouble, and it wouldn't be the last time, most likely. Keeping his bird form secret would be better, wouldn't wanna drag the girls into the whole conspiracy thing, but it was a sacrifice he would take if he had to.

Sadly, it just looked like Ruby was busy slobbering over the things' unusual features for a bit before they both got inside. Didn't look like they were bein' coerced, at least, so he wouldn't go in swingin' at everything in sight.

Yet.

Flying at his best speed, which was still a little slower than the bullhead, makin' it much faster than the commercial model, at least, even if he couldn't tell much else 'bout it, the 'chase' was, what, twenty minutes? A damn sight shorter than flyin' a bullhead between Patch and Vale, anyways. Sadly, he'd lost the one he was after just two minutes beforehand, but he did see the general area well enough to guess.

So whoever was after his nieces was set up in the posh parts of Vale. Could be an issue, could make things easier. Either way, flyin' in closer and keeping an eye out for any other bullheads or the like, Qrow began searchin' everything. Big machines like that weren't exactly subtle or easy to hide, so-

The fuck was that.

Landing inside one of the little forests the rich fuckers around liked to call their backyards, Qrow kept an eye on the group consisting of his nieces, some smarmy guy and two purple thingies keeping a roughly humanoid form, but he knew something without bones when he saw it.

Leastwise they didn't look like Grimm? Or any Grimm he had any idea about, 'nyways. So unless Salem got really creative and pulled somethin' new out her ass, which he couldn't rule out, it wasn't that, at least.

Maybe some kinda semblance or somethin'? He was sure he'd a' heard of something like this if it was known, which meant it likely wasn't.

Fuck it, Qrow was too sober for this shit. He'd just keep an eye on the girls the best he could and fuck off to have a talk with Oz the moment they were safe.

The group made its way towards the mansion Qrow had seen in the background, so he followed, of course, behaving much like any crow in a wooded area would. And, for the record, only pretending to be pecking at things. Eating worms and shit wasn't something he enjoyed, and he was never drunk enough to actually do it.

Any rumours to the contrary, or hangovers with a particularly foul taste in his mouth were just rumours. Spread by nobody. Because he told nobody about those things that hadn't happened.

"... so just relax and be yourselves. It's a pretty informal thing and there should have more than enough time for me to give you a little tour around the place." The guy's smooth voice said as they passed near Qrow's hiding spot. Kinda sus, he wasn't gonna lie.

"It's still kind of insane you actually have a mansion here," Yang said, her voice more humorous than distressed, though there was some of that, too. Just along to watch out for Ruby, like Taiyang had guessed, or in distress and tryin' to hide it?

"Oh, hey, why are all the trees around here gone?" Yeah, good question, Ruby. That looked a lot like some kind of-

"Oh, that's where the White Fang's bullhead crashed after I threw their own bombs back at them."

Qrow wasn't even gonna answer that.

"Wooow! Did the White Fang attack this place?" Yes, Ruby, go on, have the guy tell you everything. There was a reason Qrow loved his nieces, and he wasn't disappointed as it was.

"Yeah, the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company is staying with me for the time being, and they apparently thought it was a good idea to piss off the guy with the semblance to summon any monsters he can think of." Shaking his head, smarmy-man shrugged helplessly even as Qrow's nieces shared a look that was obviously saying something. "They even nearly filled the rooftop pool with a giant cloud of ash before I even had the chance to use it. Can you imagine just how horrible that would have been?"

"You have a rooftop pool?" "You really have priorities," Ruby and Yang called out.

So, that was... a thing. Explained where the things following them came from, at least.

Anyways, they'd moved past Qrow by this point, the surrounding greenery blocking his sight, but he could hear a door opening just fine, well-oiled as it may have been. "Hello! I am Weiss Schnee. Welcome to the mansion!"

"Oh, um, hey there, I'm Ruby. Ruby Rose. Nice to meet you."

"Yang Xiao-Long."

"Come on, let's get inside, everyone. We can leave the get-together for the snack bar."

Mhm...

Them being inside was kind of an issue, of course. Not much Qrow could do to sneak inside as a bird and remain undetected, and he wasn't gonna bet on infiltrating in his normal body- disregarding his 'usual issues' for a sec, he could see movement in a few of the windows. More of those slime 'monsters', it looked like.

So he'd go around and try to keep an eye on everything. Luckily, the sides of the mansion were surrounded by a decently sized wall, so as he jumped aside to avoid a falling branch, he didn't take long to get visuals on the girls again.

They were talking in some room, a counter running along the wall, with the Schnee girl and Qrow's nieces discussing something with the guy presumably living in this place. Qrow didn't have an angle to read their lips, but it didn't take long for them to take something from the slime monsters and leave, entering a hallway and moving off.

Qrow didn't hesitate for so much as a second. Hopping along the wall to keep pace with his nieces, he soon found Ruby again, the little squirt rummaging in something and-

Yeah, nope, he was outta there. He did not need to see his niece undressing, even a bit. Instead, he was just going to-

Goddammit, why was this place full of naked or undressing teenage girls?

Weiss POV

"They seem... nice?" Weiss was still quite unsure how to navigate this situation, neither her etiquette lessons nor her common sense telling her what to do when she was introduced to her lover's other lovers.

Or very friendly acquaintances, as the case may be.

"Oh, no need to walk on eggshells about it," Gabriel soothed her, his voice never failing to perk her up. "You either like them, or you don't. So long as you keep it cordial, everything's fine."

"Okay," Weiss agreed. "Ruby does seem nice enough, just also a kid. With half the maturity of her actual age. And Miss Xiaolong is..."

"Impolite? Being a cunt?"

"Testy. She is behaving testily." Gabriel could be the kindest person in the world, just also a bit... direct... sometimes.

"Well, don't blame her over it too much. We did meet when I literally pulled her off a criminal's crotch she was threatening at the time, and Okita saw fit to bounce her off the nearest wall with a barstool," he regaled her, making a smacking sound as he demonstrated what he meant.

"No!" Weiss did her best, but she couldn't keep the chuckle in just quite.

"Oh yes. I was carrying her out of the place to keep anyone else from grabbing her when we literally walked into Ruby," Gabriel continued his tale. "Hence the younger sister being herself while Yang is still quite cranky about the whole thing."

"I see," Weiss agreed with a nod. "So how should I..."

"Just treat them normally," her... lover(?) suggested. "Not like I'm actually sleeping with either of them so far, so just think of them as friendly acquaintances if that works best for you."

Just in that moment, the door opened again, Ruby walking in shortly followed by Yang, the two dressed in their new clothes sourced by Gabriel.

"How did you even get our measurements?" Yang asked, giving Gabriel a suspicious look.

"Eh, I just eyeballed it," the tall, dark and handsome man said. "Kind of a requirement to grasp the dimensions of things when you're an artist. So they fit properly?"

"Yup! Not a millimeter out of place!" Ruby chirped. Weiss could see how she might be endearing, just... not now.

"Very good. Feel free to keep them, of course, having something like this on hand might just save you a few minutes at some point. So, who's up for a tour of the mansion?"

Weiss smiled. Gabriel could be oddly enthusiastic about the weirdest of things.

The 'storage room', as Gabriel liked to call it, was a wide and open room, with large windows into the garden letting in plenty of light and showcasing, well...

The walls were covered with canvas depicting scenes Weiss was fairly sure did not happen in reality, though they were realistic enough to make her doubt herself for a second, and scattered throughout the room, statues and statuettes of White Fang members stood.

It was quite the impressive spread of pieces, especially knowing just how quickly Gabriel had produced them. Just went to show how good of an artist he was, Weiss guessed?

"Wooow! I heard about what happened on the news, but did you really fight against a hundred White Fangs and beat them off until a huntress from the academy came? Anddidtheyreallytrytoblowupyourmansion," Ruby babbled, inhaling deeply, "onlyforyoutothrowitallbackatthemanddefeatAdamTaurus?"

"Something along those lines may or may not have happened," Gabriel drawled, reaching an arm out that Weiss gladly allowed to hug her. "I certainly wasn't about to let them so much as see Weiss. There certainly weren't quite as many of them as you may think from some of these paintings, though."

"It doesn't matter how many of them there were," Weiss humphed. "They got what they deserved, that's all."

And she certainly was never going to admit just how scared she had been in the moment she had been told about the attack, what with her and her family's... history with the White Fang.

"Anyways, this room is where we have all the artwork I will be selling off later stored. It'll be brought out to the actual places we'll keep the guests entertained and doing the usual wheeling and dealing in," Gabriel continued to explain. "Come along, that's where we'll be going next. May as well see the reason you're going out of your way to wear those dresses."

"OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!"

"Yeah, the workshop came out pretty well," Gabriel shrugged. Ruby, on the other hand, was still busy screaming as she darted from one piece of machinery to the next.

"Did you seriously buy an entire weapons workshop to impress Ruby?" Yang, of course, was her usual self, though Weiss tried her best not to take the words too personal.

"Nah, I bought it to have it around," Gabriel responded. "I just asked her about her opinions to get an idea of what to buy for this. I am harboring several future huntresses, after all, taking care of all their needs is the obvious thing to do."

"IS THAT A DUSTFORGER 3000?!"

"It is, indeed. Cost a pretty penny, too."

"Youcanforgeanydustintometalwiththeseinhalfthetimeittakesanyothermodelonthemarket, anditcansafelypowderanydustuptogradefour! CAN I LIVE HERE?!?!"

Gabriel just chuckled, ruffling her hair as he kept her in place by her head. "Sure, I wouldn't mind, but you have to explain where you're moving to anyone concerned."

"YOU WILL NOT MOVE INTO THIS MANSION, AND IF I HAVE TO CHAIN YOU to Zwei, Ruby." Yang seemed to run out of air midway through, her hands cramping up and her eyes taking on a red glow of all things.

"I do not understand your concern," Weiss said smugly, at both of the sisters. "I, for one, have moved into this mansion, and I did not regret my decision at any point."

Ruby pouted, Yang glowered, and Gabriel just shook his head with a smile as she pressed into his side.

"I can tell this is only going to get better," he said in exasperated amusement.

Qrow did his best to reign in his instinctive urge to rush inside and demolish the entire place piece by piece.

"... MOVE INTO THIS MANSION, AND IF I HAVE TO CHAIN YOU..."

It was hard as fuck to really hear what was going on, with him having to be careful not to appear suspicious even as a literal bird, but sadly he couldn't exactly turn into a fly on the wall, so he had to make do with what he had.

And he swore, if Yang was pulling some... weird sex thing on Ruby of all people, he was going to personally oversee her grounding until she was fifty. If Taiyang didn't beat him to it.

That little tour you were going through for Ruby and Yang's benefit couldn't last forever, of course, and so you soon bid them to find their place to wait while you went on to greet the first guests the maid avatar is warning you about, having had one of the slime maids wait near a window with binoculars on the ready.

Next off, you'll be doing all the meeting and greeting a man could scream his lungs out over, brownnosing the powerful and wealthy as is expected of someone hosting an event like this. At the very least, Weiss seems determined to help you out, coming along and giving you a determined nod.

At least you're not alone in your dislike of this stuff.

Sarah, as some might expect, honestly, is having the time of her life moving around in high society by the time most of the guests have arrived, even including several council members she keeps giving you updates on.

Turns out, people with money and influence are about the same in every dimension; scumbags, each and every one of them, with enough skeletons buried in various closets to fill up a small graveyard at minimum.

Case in point, one wouldn't expect it of the portly council member, Mister Greene, to be a horrible, horrible person, what with the way he's happily laughing and trading bad dad jokes with anyone interested in talking, but knowing the man has a thing for having kids drugged and making them watch as he fucks animals...

Well, it may just come in handy. Especially as Sarah also intuited the password for the 'secure' server he's using to store pictures and videos.

It's honestly baffling just how many people have to keep records of the sick shit they've done and put them somewhere they can later be found. Terribly clumsy of him, really; you're sure he will appreciate a reminder to be more careful about this sort of thing.

After you get a few copies of his 'collection' yourself, of course.

Similar things happen repeatedly, of course; you walk around with Sarah by your side, making small talk and joking with people you honestly don't want anywhere near your current home and giving her all the opportunity she needs to interact with them, teasing out subtle, subconscious tells she can harvest like ripe wheat.

Conspiracies, affairs both old and new, embarrassing secrets nobody wants aired out... It's actually pretty amazing just how much Sarah can fish out of the dozens of socialites mingling with each other.

Well, you've already met Mister Blues, along with his wife and daughter. Interestingly, though, he actually has a brother, who just so happens to be known as Councillor Blues.

That's right, he's the brother of a councillor. Said councillor, for his part, also has a family, of course, a wife and two kids, a boy and a girl. This is relevant because not only is his daughter going through a rebellious phase, by all accounts, but also due to the way she's been staring in your direction all evening, according to Sarah.

Turns out the White Fang's activities actually involved the family before, a few of their thugs cornering her, once upon a time.

Nothing really happened, in the end, being earlier along the White Fang's progression towards violence than later incidents, but it still deeply traumatized the girl at the time. Which kind of explains things, really.

Five minutes and a quick discrete disappearance later, you're inside a side room none of the guests will enter with the punk-ish girl and she's stripping down something fierce, having something in mind already.

"So I don't want to impose, but it would mean the world to me if you gave me an autograph," she says, posing a little. "But I don't have any paper on me, so we'd have to be a little creative."

"Oh, you're completely right," you tell her as you trail your hands up her sides, "would be a shame to waste the opportunity, after all."

Long story short, you undress her as you press her against the wall, your lips finding her skin again and again as you nip at it, and soon enough your dick's out and pumping inside her, the girl eager to get a good fuck, especially in this situation.

You actually keep her mouth closed with your own once you really get going, little Miss Blues unable or unwilling to keep herself quiet and moaning with every thrust penetrating her to the core.

You actually make a game out of seeing how far you can drive her, determinedly drilling the teenage girl as long and hard as you can, milking orgasms out of her cunt as your hands massage her thighs and butt.

Midway through, however, the slime maid you left to watch the door just in case notifies you through the maid avatar inside your soul palace that a certain someone is coming along, looking around as she does.

You order her to hide herself after silently unlocking the door, of course, and so when Ruby Rose curiously investigates the slapping sounds coming from inside the side room you're occupying (as you don't even bother staying quiet at this point), she peeks inside and immediately stumbles back, holding her mouth closed with both hands.

You, of course, just look over towards her, right into her silver eyes, and give her a smirk as you speed up, Miss Blue clamping down around both your dick with her pussy and the rest of your body with both arms and legs.

Nibbling on an ear a little (which, as you found out, are erogenous zones for this girl), you continue for a while yet, your 'victim' becoming less and less coherent with every peak you fuck into her. When you finally deign to cum yourself, all she can do is quietly sigh and murmur to herself.

"Yeeess... Vanquish my pussyyy..."

That said, you don't feel you have done everything you can to corrupt the youth quite yet, so when you gently pull out, you just turn your fuckdoll around, probingly moving your lower head until it presses against her asshole.

"You know, I think that signature would look perfect right here," you say as you slap her ass, using the movement to slip your very lubricated cockhead inside.

She just moans, Ruby continues to hold her breath to the point you're a little worried she might just faint and you have another hole to thoroughly defile. Good times all around.

Leaving behind a thoroughly fucked-out young woman, you properly open the door, smiling at Ruby as you walk by her.

"If you liked that, just come along, and make sure nobody follows you~."

You keep an eye on her blood signature, and as you return to the main hall used for this whole little event, you can't help but become just a tad bit motivated about this whole thing. You've really just been playing around until now for the most part, but... Time to really get into your whole schmoozing shtick.

Time to show 'em how it's done.

With a cocksure smile, you scan the room, singling out the most promising targets. Rich old men like to gather in packs as they size each other up, making an easy sell as long as you can work the group dynamics they've built up. Easy money, prices almost driving themselves up without you even doing anything.

Single or few targets are harder, because you don't have a group to play off of, but it isn't like you can't just gauge their body language and expression to get an idea of whether they're worth approaching or not. Not as easy, but worth the effort, especially in terms of actually making connections- if they have to concentrate on you, manipulating them as individuals becomes exponentially easier.

And so you go. Moving from one part of the room to another, you compliment, you joke, you gather information and use it (especially helped by your sister watching you with a weird look on her face), you ingratiate yourself and, of course, you always, always sell artwork as you have the slime maids ferry it in and out of the room.

Your semblance, of course, makes for a glorious party trick, people being awed and impressed by your absolutely fantastical abilities (moreso than most semblances, anyways), and before long, you have half a dozen sweets fairies drifting around, conjuring sweets and feeding you ever more information to use, from listening in on conversations for tidbits of juicy gossip to just telling you when people are less busy and thus open to being approached by you.

Your promise to Ruby, of course, isn't forgotten, and thus seduction and eventual sex play a huge part of your strategy; wives that are open to a little fling on the side always have something to tell you about their husbands, daughters that have to come along for 'social calls' like this are almost universally ready and waiting to get fucked.

You don't even bother hiding the unconscious bodies at some point, simply using the same places and letting each successive woman you're slipping away with see what you have in store for them.

None remain leery for long, and Ruby actually picks up an additional 'observer' she can whisper with in short order, a fact that only serves to amuse you even more about this whole situation.

"Look! I told you, Yang, it's as long as my forearm!"

"How... I mean, I've seen how they're supposed to look. That thing's just way too big!"

"Aaand there goes another one. Come on, let's get back to the rest."

"I can't believe how many... Ruby, he's just way too dangerous, we're getting out of here right now!

"Don't be stupid, sis! He's just putting up a show for us, that'd be rude! And I'd never turn down a free show..."

"What was that?!"

"Hey you two, mind keeping it down?"

Naturally, as you go along, you can't ever stop talking. The more time you give people to talk, the more they can think, and that's the exact opposite of what you want them to do, after all.

"Hello, everyone!" A bombastic voice called out, the infamous redheaded man strolling into the room followed by uniformed goons and a cigar in his mouth. "This is-"

"A grand opportunity, yes!" The charismatic host of the event interrupted him. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, have you come to take a look, too?"

Everyone was quite perplexed. "Uh, this is-"

"Yes, of course I am willing to part with these gems for a generous price, the occasion being what it is."

"Yes, yes, the animals being taken down a peg is-"

"Long overdue, I agree! The White Fang has been left to run roughshood over the good people of Vale for too long as it was."

"Look, I really appreciate the effort you're putting into this, but this is still a robbery."

"Oh, sure, but who might be robbing whom?" With a toothy smile, Gabriel Livsey laid a hand over the one that was about to raise the cane. "Now, let's see, you strike me as more of a painting type than anything else. Can't ever go wrong with the classics, eh?"

"Ghn! Now see here, there's two ways we can do this."

Snapping his fingers, the goons dressed in black suits and red sunglasses raised various weapons, the guests and party-goers ready to bolt, but by then a pair of the slimy maids seemingly omnipresent inside the mansion had entered the room, carrying with them a particular painting.

"Only one of those ways end with everyone happy, my friend." Leaving up on the cane, Gabriel clapped the criminal's shoulder. "Now, how much would you be willing to pay for a painting of dozens of the White Fang cowering under bombardment of their own dust supplies?"

Something in his smile had to have done the trick, as Roman Torchwick never got to rob anyone that day. Instead, he buckled down and started negotiating a price.

Unexpected happenings are, by definition, unexpected. That said, being ready to respond to them anyways is the dividing line between a good 'artist' and a bad one.

When the door opened and the black-haired girl tumbled inside the main hall, Gabriel Livsey did not hesitate in helping her up. "Hello there! I'm sure you're quite curious as to what is going on, but there's no need to sneak around for that, this event is technically open to the public. We just didn't tell anyone."

Holding an index finger before his mouth, he gave her a playful smile.

"Right," the girl said sardonically with a raised eyebrow, she couldn't have been older than twenty. "So what exactly-"

"In fact, while you're here already, why don't I go ahead and get you a memento of this moment! How about Adam Taurus as he lies defeated in the dust? I made a few extras of the scene just in case."

"I'm not sure I-"

"Don't worry about any payment, just think of this as a gift to celebrate his passing!"

Fun fact, Adam's nonstop ranting and screaming is and remains a great source of amusement.

Anyways, one Blake Belladonna wasn't the only additional unexpected guest in-between rounds of nearly nonstop fucking important people's wives and daughters... or female important people, for that matter.

Of all the people the guests were expecting to crash through a window, a dishevelled drunk was... actually somewhere in the middle of the list, at this point.

"Where are-" His words were cut short, however, as the frame of the window he had just vandalized crashed down, hitting him over the head and back.

"Oh look, another unexpected guest. Hello there, my name is Gabriel. You wouldn't happen to be in the market for, say, a statuette or two? You seem the type to prefer something more... tangible."

"Ugh, look buddy," the drunk said, his voice rough and loose, "I don't wanna tell you how you do your thing-"

Stepping back to avoid a rush of broken glass fragments triggered by a sudden stiff breeze, Gabriel Livsey waved his concerns off. "Oh, don't be like that. It's an occasion to celebrate!"

Elsewhere, a young, blonde-haired woman found her hand magically attracted to her forehead. "Why?"

Not that her red-haired sister was about to follow her example. "OHMYGODTHAT'SUNCLEQROW!"

Suffice to say, a red missile impacted the seemingly drunk man, clinging to his arm.

"WherehaveyoubeendidyoumissmeImissedyouwhydon'tyoucomevisitmoreoftenyoushouldjustcomelivehere!"

Nobody got anything else done for a while.

And, last but not least, you must, naturally, treat everyone as a target wherever possible.

"Say, Weiss, you wouldn't happen to-"

"I'll take the defeated White Fang army in exchange for a kiss, Gabriel."

"Sold!"

All in all, a pretty successful evening, you have to say. Sarah was just holding her head a few hours in and you actually had to get a little creative when the women in the back rooms started waking up and all needed to go to the toilet at the same time, but still, you made a lot of connections to important and powerful people, the women fawned over you once they got done making themselves presentable and you made- How much money?

Neo smirked at Roman, sitting on the crates inside the warehouse they were using as a base at the moment. It really was his own fault for doing it that easily.

"Look, if you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, kindly shut up," Roman petulantly said as he eyeballed the walls, overpriced picture in hand.

Pulling out her scroll, she typed what she wanted to tell him into a note. 'Who made a bad choice and paid for it?'

"Eh, it was the last chance for some fun before we get busy with other work," he brushed her off. "Come on, a high-brow place like that with all those snobby rich folk talking about art pieces? How could I have not 'attended'?"

Quirking an eyebrow along with her grin, Neo held up three fingers.

"Yes, sure I paid out the nose and we're down three mil, but really, that's nothing in the bigger picture." Opening up the safe they kept hidden under a false bottom inside a trapdoor, Roman held still for a moment. "Wait a second, how did you know going there would turn out badly? Don't get me wrong, I am not insinuating you behave like a blind chicken sometimes, but you really do."

Huffing, Neo crossed her arms as she looked away from Roman, pouting.

"Oh, come on, I'm just curious."

Neo pouted a little longer, though she relented when Roman pulled a tub of chocolate ice cream out of his locked freezer. Biting down on her spoon, nicknamed the 'ice shovel' by Roman, Neo pulled up a picture she had made of Gabriel, the man with a proper appreciation for the ambrosia she was enjoying, sitting there doing exactly that.

"You met him when you were out for ice cream? Really?"

Neo flicked towards a picture of him working on that bullhead of his, his muscled upper body bare and the back of the mansion in the background. She really did get some good shots back there.

"You- you followed him to his home?"

Next, she took her scroll and switched to the adorable fairy she took. Taken at the place itself, on the way back and all over the city. She'd even made a slideshow!

"You have- you took one of his thingies? They're permanent?"

Neo shrugged. The fairy had told her to give it aura in exchange for sweets, so she just did that. No point in getting the specifics.

"Right, right. So I'm guessing it popped by n-" Just in that moment, a voice could be heard near the windows up near the roof.

"Pyuun, I went to the city and looked at things, who wants to try out new sweeeets?"

Roman gave Neo a look. Neo, of course, just looked back at him, smiling innocently.

"Well," you murmur to yourself, tapping a finger on your desk as you look over the account details you've been using for your 'art' side of things, "guess we're over halfway to a tenth of billionare status, then. Lien aren't actually quite that valuable compared to the dollar, I guess, but still something to work with."

Sarah just continues to sigh, her hand laid over her eyes.

"For starters, I suppose we might get everyone a few million lien as spending money, and use the rest for that company startup plan we talked about? Do we have enough for you to do that?"

Sarah finally looks at you again for the first time since you started tallying your profits of the evening. "I've already looked this up, I could buy a good third of Vale's industrial sector with that much money. If you'd like me to just invest and buy companies, I could double the de-facto cash we have on hand in a week or two."

"Good, good," you say, thinking about how to actually use the sheer amount of money now in your possession.

"Alright, I'll leave what to actually do with the money to you, Sarah," you finally say. "I don't really care all that much, to be honest, so long as we actually get some use out of it. Oh, and maybe... How about we start up a porn network especially for faunus porn? We can call it OnlyFauns and stuff."

"Why... why do you want to produce porn of people with animal features, Gabe?" Sarah doesn't seem like she really wants to know the answer, but has to ask the question anyways. The verbal version of looking at a car or train crash.

"I mean, think about it," you say with a vague gesture, "faunus are kind of discriminated against in a lot of small ways in daily life. What's the easiest way to fix that kind of thing?"

"That..." Sarah seems to be struggling for words. "That's not how that works! That's not how any of that works! Getting people to fetishize animal ears while you flood the CCTS with porn is not how you fix societal problems like that!"

"Are you sure I can't swing it?"

At your smug confidence, Sarah just closes her eyes. "Alright. Let's see what happens, then. No skin off my back."

"What might you be writing?" The question, inconspicuous and innocent, comes from Pyrrha, the two of you standing in a moment of calm among slowly smoking Grimm corpses. It is, sadly, somewhat of a pain to actually find Grimm to kill in the area, the surroundings of Vale being better patrolled than you'd like for your purposes.

"Oh, I'm just organizing a few things for a digital anti-racism protest," you say as you tilt to the side, dodging the tackle of a beowulf that was trying to use its dispersing brethren as cover for its own attack and getting promptly skewered by Pyrrha for its trouble. "Might want to avoid that in the future, by the way, getting your weapon locked down for even a moment is just bad practice."

"Thank you, I had noticed," Pyrrha responds as she sets a foot on the creature's shoulder, pulling out her transforming sword/spear/rifle instead of waiting for it to dissolve so she can retrieve it.

"But yes, anyways, it's actually going pretty well. People are perfectly fine with making a point of being anti-discriminatory so long as they don't have to put too much effort into it. That's really what someone should have gone for ages ago for faunus to be equal in all ways that matter by now."

"That sounds like a sad way to think of people, Gabriel."

"But an accurate one," you agree. "'Sides, not everyone's like that or anything. It's just a general observation, really- if you get any one given person to talk to you, they'll be perfectly reasonable unless they're an asshole in the first place."

And as you idly talk, you keep on typing up your message, spreading it in the ears of the right people- and of course those that have made your 'acquaintance' recently. 'Have you too tired of the hollow conflict between ill-defined 'races' that serves no true purpose? Visit OnlyFauns! The one site that practices (in)equality for the sake of it! The only rules for videos to be uploaded is that both human and faunus 'actors' have to participate, in whatever capacity suits them.'

"I see," Pyrrha says, giving you a look you're not quite sure you get the meaning of.

More discussion is, sadly, interrupted by a surprised shout coming from further afield, where Weiss has been working on using her glyphs in combat conditions. Coming over, both of you see the reason for her surprise; a sword is sticking out of one of said glyphs, translucent white just like the semblance it is coming from.

"That is... new," Pyrrha states, even as Okita joins you in staring at what's going on (from her expression, she's just doing what everyone else is).

"It is. Have you figured out a trick for the whole summoning thing, Weiss?" You ask.

"I... I don't know! I was just using my semblance and this just came out!" Panicking, Weiss dismisses her semblance, only an armored gauntlet following through before dissipitating.

Okita just nods and goes back to work, hacking down a Grimm together with the tree is was hiding behind in an attempt to ambush you.

Elsewhere, Sarah witnesses entire new chatrooms springing up, filled with the wives and daughters of the rich and glamorous before the word spreads and more and more people of all walks of life join in, a few videos starting to be uploaded.

"Oh, fuck me with a pogo stick."

Bringing the girls back doesn't take long, especially so as you're using your very own bullhead to get around now, only being given what amounts to parking space for it instead of getting ferried by the kingdom's own machines.

Consequently, it also doesn't take long to load up a bunch of loose biomass you've already combined into bigger pieces sourced from your basement into that same bullhead before flying off again, into the wilderness this time.

With the aid of your slime maids, of course. Many hands make light work and all that.

So, here you are, in the middle of the woods and only a bunch of dead meat you have literally magically created to keep you company. Whatever shall you do with it?

To tell the truth, the main reason you're even bothering to do this is that you refuse not to draw some kind of use out of the murder monsters literally everywhere all over the place in this dimension.

Thus, your current project, creating undead to field test their designs. What you could improve on, what direction to develop your necromancy into, that kind of thing. With the Grimm around, they will have more than plenty targets to fight against, hopefully revealing any glaring weaknesses in your setup so far.

You do have a very decent amount of biomass to work with, especially given what you started out with when you began farming the stuff. That combined with a few ion 'cannons' constructed from the really cheap metal you bulk ordered gets you a good three Hunters, the swift, deadly and well-armored undead you designed with sudden and deadly attacks in mind, together with one Watcher, the bird-like undead meant to overlook wide areas and coordinate your other creations of 'limited mortality'.

Because yeah, that's a thing you can have them do now. And in no way do you pump your fist about this fact as you look forwards to watching all of this in action through the Watcher's eyes.

Piloting your bullhead can go eat a dick, as there's a damn good reason you built an autopilot into this thing.

So you have more than enough time and attention, sitting back in the pilot's seat, to watch and survey your undead as they immediately begin roaming the countryside, not even taking particularly long to find a pack of beowolves as they start to investigate their surroundings.

Only thing you're sad about is the lack of popcorn to accompany the show as the hunters begin utterly destroying the Grimm, faithfully obeying your orders. Within moments, the black monsters with white spikes and claws are utterly overwhelmed, smashed and bit apart by the heavy bulks of your minions.

Only one of them decides to use its ion cannon, strategically placing a sweeping beam that completely wipes out half the Grimm around when they stay too close together for too long, along with the lower parts of any tree trunks in the way. Or behind them. Or in the general area.

Completely glorious.

You also do, naturally, check in on everyone back at the mansion while you're at it. Sarah seems to be busy trying to get drunk despite her inability to do so as she watches OnlyFauns become a thing practically overnight, informing you that Pyrrha seems to have gone to sleep already. Nora is currently looking into Remnant's own laws, more to keep herself amused than anything else, making note to you of the vast freedom of decisions Vale's council seems to have over the course of the kingdom.

Weiss, on the other hand... Well, you ask Okita, whom just tells you she's with her and 'doing fine'. You'll just take that as it is, you suppose.

Weiss was pacing in Okita's room, looking... agitated? She always had trouble telling, but the clenched fists were supposed to be from anger, right?

Either way, Okita just kept watching her. She had her sword in reach, so if she attacked, she would be able to defeat her, so there wasn't any need to hurry her.

"I can't believe it." Okita tilted her head at the words spoken.

"I have been attempting to unlock my semblance's ability to summon defeated foes for months, if not years, and now it just happened accidentally?" Whipping her head (and hair) around in a way that made Okita dizzy, Weiss looked towards her and sighed.

"Does Gabriel have some way to... let people learn quicker and eaiser? Be honest with me."

Okita was tempted to shrug, though she suspected it wouldn't get the point across. So she took a moment to put her thoughts into words. "Gabriel is... fun. So everyone has more fun around him."

"You mean he didn't do anything, he just needed to be there?"

Okita shrugged herself this time. "Semblances. Always there. Just mental?"

"I know I could do it all along."

"Know. But believe?"

Weiss was silent for a long moment. "This is ridiculous. I was in no way doubting myself or-"

What would Gabriel do in this situation? Right. And Okita had aura, too, so she would be fine either way. Standing up from where she was sitting on her bed, leaving behind the handy little scroll she'd been reading on before the white girl had come in, Okita approached her and gave her a hug.

"I- ... Thank you, Okita."

Yay. It worked. Now she felt exhausted, though.

Well, as you take some time in your little 'parlour', having taken a few rooms of the mansion for use in your pursuit of art, you once more have to admit to yourself that writing a book isn't as easy as filling a few pages and going from there.

If you want to get something better than Ninjas of Love, anyways.

That said, you have a solid outline for your plot, which, really, is just some trashy romance for the most part, and a few minor plot points you're thinking about picking up on later on, so all you really need to do is to continue writing, fleshing out your characters at every opportunity you can get that doesn't feel forced and go from there.

Luckily, perfect memory means you can't really fuck up too badly, at least.

Well, this should be... good? You realized midway through you lifted Jake's first experience with his teacher from that one time with your own kindergarten teacher, combined with a few moments from back in elementary school.

But hey, it should be good enough, you suppose. You can always go back and edit things, after all. For the moment, you're just leaving things as they are, though, ending on the moment of Bella confronting Jake about sleeping with (other) women.

Enhanced sense of smell can be a bitch, boy.

Anyways, a new dawn, a new day! Time to see what it brought for you this time.

You're on a roll today, just keeping on writing inside your soul palace while the Maid keeps a body around to massage your shoulders. It actually really does feel nice, even if you can't really get stiff shoulders or anything of the sort anymore.

You do get a little distracted molesting her halfway through, but still, some more good, solid writing under your cap. You feel you're really getting a hang of this whole thing, so much so you actually go back over your earlier writing and correct what you now recognize to be obvious mistakes, now that you've gotten your own writing style down and all.

A pleasant enough time all around, you suppose.