"The best weapon against an enemy is another enemy."
- Friedrich Nietzsche
"Do you do this often?"
"Hm?" Percy was broken from his daydreaming, turning from staring out the window to regard Winter. "Do what often?"
"Fly into the middle of the woods to meet a dangerous criminal — the most dangerous criminal, apparently — with no security, no backup, and nobody who knows where you're going," she deadpanned.
Percy snorted. "Yep."
Winter rolled her eyes exasperatedly, and Percy laughed. She had come to visit him as promised, and they'd been spending a lot of time together. With their reaffirmed partnership, he had no issue letting her sit in on whatever brief meetings or calls he had, and so there was rarely a moment they were apart.
Much of the time was spent planning — or, really, just talking with extra steps. Thinking aloud to each other about ideas either they themselves were considering or that they had thought of for each other.
Coming immediately after their renewed commitment to work together, it had been productive. The first thing they'd thought of was the potential for their intelligence networks to work together, since Winter's was what had sparked the original conversation in the first place.
She had been the first to actually work towards that, going into detail about how Atlas' intelligence agency operated, and sharing her resources with him. She showed him how she had access to Mistral's CCT — and through it, the CCT that controlled communication between and within every Kingdom except Vale — and could monitor any communications that came through it. That hadn't been too surprising, but what had been was when she pulled out a copy of everything that was on his scroll — and things that hadn't been on his scroll for months — and explained that they'd had access to and control over it ever since his stay in Atlas during the treaty. Shiro's as well, and the scrolls of several prominent members of the clan Malachite along with a laundry list of other important figures, from which they'd been able to spread to dozens of other devices belonging to people in critical roles.
That had been enough to peak his interest. He paid her back by offering more info on the Malachites, and pointing out the agents he had within her own high command. She'd admitted to him that she had pegged several as spies and made sure they didn't come by anything too sensitive, but hadn't caught a few others.
From there the conversation was free-flowing and unending. Ideas on how they could work together, both with the Malachites and Atlas Intelligence, and otherwise. With Percy's reach and Winter's precision — with his quantity and her quality, they would truly be unstoppable together. They'd even entertained the idea of Atlas purchasing their captured fleet back seeing as how they were rich and Mistral could use the money, as well as the fact that Mistral didn't have anyone that could operate the things while Atlas was sitting on entire airship crews.
And because they were partners to each other rather than their respective countries, the plans didn't just extend to how to keep Vale, Ozpin, or Salem in check. If the Malachites stabbed him in the back, Atlas intelligence was poised to dismantle them (it was hard to organize a coup without using your scroll). If Atlas' politicians betrayed Winter, Percy's business and Media ties in Atlas would have her back. If any amount of her own high command planned to betray her — even if just by undermining her, publicly or otherwise — then his agents in her ranks would make sure she'd been informed well ahead of time.
He couldn't help but think Foley would approve. If someone were conspiring against Percy, they'd gather as many of his subordinates to betray him as possible until they thought they could win, and anyone else would abandon a sinking ship. What they couldn't count on were the tools he himself didn't have access to but Winter did even within Mistral, or all the resources at her disposal being deployed so much to his advantage, or vice versa. It was redundancy — they'd have to take out two well established pillars of Remnant's power structure to take out the one.
In Winter he didn't just have another subordinate, he had someone with initiative. Someone with her own plans and goals, and who wouldn't just sit around waiting for Percy to tell her to do something. She was constantly looking to further her own goals, expand her own influence and grow her own power.
For once, Percy had someone that wasn't only a player in the game, but who he trusted and who trusted him in turn.
It was nice.
That was all he could say.
It was a weight off his shoulders, even as he spent more time than ever talking about work, strategy, and the problems of the future, he felt less stressed than he had been in as long as he could remember.
Brought out of his thoughts by the bullhead they were in finally touching down on the open grass field, Percy lifted himself from his seat and swung himself out of the bullhead, Winter directly behind him.
While Winter was a great boon to him strategically, it had been made clear to him that strategy wasn't the only thing that mattered. Sooner or later he was going to have to fight, and he wanted to be in tip-top shape when he did. He hadn't let himself dull, per se, but he hadn't been getting all that much better either.
He was surprised to find that the kids of RWBY and JNPR had been able to teach him a few tricks — Ren knew Jiu Jitsu far better than he did, Yang knew how to brawl better than him even if Percy had a better understanding of grappling, and Blake was downright prodigal when it came to misdirecting an enemy. It went on, but point being they weren't the only ones that had learned things when he taught them, and it had reminded him that despite how good he was, he could still get better — much better.
So, he decided to give improving his personal ability the attention it deserved, and the best way to do that was to put himself up against the most difficult odds he could. And while Grimm could exhaust him through sheer numbers, they didn't do much in the way of challenging his skill — and besides that, he could pick up tricks and techniques from a human opponent. He couldn't do the same from Grimm.
And when he thought of who would be able to push him more than anyone else, one name was at the top of his list.
"Come back to beg for my help again so soon?" they greeted.
"Raven." Percy shot the woman a grin. "Long time no see."
Weiss' eyes fluttered open blearily at the sound of a zipper closing, and only the memory of the last time she'd awoken to such a day ago kept her from keeping them open. She shut them quickly and focused on keeping her breathing even.
She didn't have to wait more than a couple of seconds before the door to their dorm was opened and closed silently, without even the sound of footsteps to hail the departure of their teammate.
Weiss' eyes opened into narrowed slits and she wasted no time sliding out of bed, grabbing her scroll and shining it on Blake's bed to confirm that she was indeed gone. Spotting the time on their alarm clock, Weiss scowled.
1:09
What was she doing, up and about so late?
Again!?
Pursing her lips, Weiss decided she didn't have time to change into anything proper and slipped into the hallway after her errant teammate. By the time Weiss was in the hallway, the only sign of Blake was a flash of movement tracking around the corner at the end of the hall.
Weiss followed, her bare feet and light sleeping attire not doing much to ward off the cold floor or drafty hallway.
She'd been woken up the night before last when her teammate had left the room, but it had taken her too long to realize that Blake really didn't have any reason to leave their room so late at night, and her hesitation had cost her. By the time she'd climbed out of her bunk and gotten dressed to investigate, the ravenette had been long gone.
But Weiss hadn't been too concerned at the time; no, that came when she'd stayed up for as long as she could — hours — waiting for her to come back, and she never did.
So, she'd found her curiosity gnawing at her.
Blake was her normal self the next day. Her normal anti-social, stubborn, flighty, snappy, sunken-eyed self…
Okay, maybe some of that was just Blake, but Weiss didn't need any bit of her extensive education to identify the rather obvious signs of sleep deprivation.
She'd stayed up that night, pretending to sleep and hoping to catch her sneaking out again, but their flighty teammate slept soundly through the entire night without a hint she'd noticed Weiss at all.
She rounded the next corner just in time to see Blake doing the same at the end of the hall in a quick stride. Weiss upped her pace, refusing to lose Blake this time even as they entered the commons areas of the dorm wings. Her bare feet helped her, making her footsteps cause far less noise than they ordinarily might've.
So she'd tried staying awake again tonight, but exhausted as she was had succumbed before Blake tried anything.
Only, apparently, to be woken by the sneakiest member of their team once more. Being an incredibly light sleeper had been a pain for her entire life. Who knew it would come in handy some day.
Weiss poked her head into the dimly lit main lobby in time to see Blake duck into the public bathroom in the lobby, bag over her shoulder.
Weiss frowned. Was she just… using the facilities? That didn't make sense, they had a bathroom in their dorm. Why would she need to leave the dorm to use the restroom?
The white-haired heiress suddenly flushed, considering the other reason she might seek a private area outside their dorm.
She shook off the thought quickly, blush dying down. Closeted pervert or not, Blake wouldn't be gone for hours the other night doing that.
Weiss hesitated. Did she confront Blake when she left the restroom? She clearly knew Blake was up to something, and had enough justification to press for answers. But… Blake could lie. Weiss didn't want to think of her teammate that way, but if Blake thought it was best not to get them involved she'd make up every story under the sun before coming clean. Right now there were just too many excuses she could feasibly use for Weiss to get a straight answer out of her.
Mind made up, Weiss ducked back around the corner and listened for the subtle opening of the bathroom door in the main lobby.
She waited a long time.
Blake must have been in there for at least twenty minutes, doing dust knows what. Weiss hadn't had the foresight to check the time when Blake had entered, but it was a half hour after they left the dorm before Weiss heard the telltale creak of the public restroom door opening.
She waited a few seconds for the front door to the dormitory building to be opened, and braced herself with a sigh. She'd have to follow Blake outside, on pavement, in bare feet and a negligee, in the middle of November, at 1:37 in the morning. On a week day.
Winter would have words for her if she ever caught her sister in such a state.
Blake was so screwed when Weiss got to the bottom of this.
She followed after where she knew Blake must have gone, exiting the building and continuing on the main path towards the center of campus. For a moment, Weiss thought she'd lost track of her teammate. In the dim light of Beacon's campus so late at night, only one other figure was visible, and it wasn't Blake.
Weiss rubbed her eyes.
Or at least… it didn't look like her.
Weiss observed the figure as they passed under a streetlamp far ahead. They had pale blonde hair wrapped up in a ponytail, and where Blake was so committed to her black and white motif that she'd never be caught dead voluntarily wearing so much as grey, the figure striding away from their dorms was wearing a loose, if tasteful, light blue top and dark orange jeans.
The only thing to give away her identity and stop Weiss from giving up outright was the black satchel slung over her shoulder.
It was Blake's bag.
The same bag she'd carried into the bathroom with her.
Weiss raced after her… blonde? teammate as fast as she dare on the pavement, silently cursing her all the way. Okay, now there was no way she was letting Blake wriggle her way out of this one — Weiss would get answers even if she had to deploy Ruby's pout offensively to get them. She was pretty sure it qualified as a crime against humanity, but by the gods if Blake didn't deserve what was coming to her…
Weiss followed from a distance, making sure Blake wasn't looking before dashing through the lights that would give her away.
Blake arrived at the center of campus and cut to the right, her path taking her behind the cafeteria and hidden from Weiss' sight. Said girl hurried to close the distance, refusing to lose track of Blake like Yang had in Vale.
She poked her head around the corner of the cafeteria, peering down the long walkway running alongside it and internally cursing when she saw no sign of Blake.
She ducked around the corner and began to make her way down the path. Maybe she'd entered the building? It might not be locked this time of-
"Mmgph!"
Weiss screamed against the hand covering her mouth until she felt the curved blade pressed against the back of her skull, tip poised to slide into her with one flick. Now that she was alert she could use her aura to stop it, but if her assailant had decided to…
Weiss heaved out a gasp as she was released, shoved lightly forward into the other end of a small nook in the side of the building she'd been pulled into.
"Damn it, Weiss!"
Weiss coughed, hunched over and trying to catch her breath.
After a moment of hesitation, a hand was rubbing her back. "Breathe in through your nose, I know it doesn't feel good but it'll regulate the airflow."
Weiss did as she was told, forcing her mouth shut until it was time to exhale, and then clenching it shut again as the world slowly came into focus.
"What the dust are you doing!" Weiss sputtered the moment she was capable of it, still suppressing the urge to take heaving gasps of air.
"Why were you following me!?" Blake countered.
"Why'd you try to kill me!?"
"I wasn't trying to kill you!"
"Could've fooled me…"
"You were following me, I didn't know who you were!"
"I was following you because you were sneaking out of our dorm at one in the morning!"
"Well then don't act surprised when the person you're stalking reacts poorly!"
Weiss scowled. "Fine. I can't get mad at you for nearly killing me because I followed you, and you can't get mad at me for following you because you snuck out, but I can still get mad at you for sneaking out in the first place!"
Blake crossed her arms. "It's none of your business."
Weiss narrowed her eyes and crossed her own arms, squaring off against the girl opposite her. "Actually, it is."
Blake's eyes narrowed in turn. "Says who?"
Weiss knew, right then, she had been handed a 'win this argument' card on a silver platter. One word — one name — and Blake would fold like a house of cards.
She didn't take it.
"Ruby," she said instead. "And Yang." Blake clearly didn't trust her — not like she claimed, not with whatever this was. She'd win the argument by bringing him into this, but she'd also prove Blake right not to open up completely.
Instead, Weiss would prove her wrong.
When Weiss had hit Blake over her head with love, trust, and compassion until she was down on her knees, begging for Weiss' forgiveness, then she would accept victory with all the grace and dignity befitting her name and status.
Blake flinched. "It's none of their business either."
Weiss raised an immaculate eyebrow. "I doubt they'll agree with your assessment."
Blake cursed. "Please, Weiss. This is nothing to worry about, seriously. It's not a big deal."
Weiss cocked her hip, staring her down disbelievingly. Slowly, she combed her eyes up and down Blake, noting her new appearance.
She flushed.
"You're not slipping out of this one." Weiss rolled her eyes.
"Fine," Blake snarled, "I'll tell you, but you have to swear you won't tell anyone else anything I tell you. Not a word."
"I swear," Weiss began, "that I won't tell anyone outside of team RWBY anything you tell me."
Blake opened her mouth to protest, but Weiss cut her off with a raised hand.
"It's the best you're getting. Yang and Ruby have as much of a right to know about this as I do, and that's that."
From the look on her face, Weiss gathered that Blake didn't think she had much of a right to know what she was doing either, but she didn't say anything. Instead her face twisted like she was biting into a lemon, and she sighed.
"I have reason to believe the White Fang are the ones sparking violence in Vale," she finally said, letting out an explosive sigh. "I've been infiltrating their operations for almost two weeks."
Weiss bit the inside of her lip, still staring at her partner with narrowed eyes. Absently, she shivered in the cold November breeze.
"You waited for a while until after the rest of us fell asleep," Weiss pointed out slowly, "And it took you over a half hour to get to the bathrooms and change. Judging by the fact that there aren't any bullheads into Vale at this time of night, you have to be legging it through the Emerald Forest. That'd take an hour at least, and you'd probably have to walk back as well, and then change and sneak back into our room before anyone sees you."
Blake scratched her dyed hair awkwardly. "Yeah?"
Weiss huffed. "Do you get any sleep at all?"
Blake shuffled.
"I get some," she muttered, "Besides, it's not like I do this every night."
Weiss frowned. "No, just every other night, right?"
Blake remained silent.
"That's what I thought. You can't go every other night without sleeping, Blake."
Blake glared at the floor. "I have to. Nobody will believe me — not really believe me, not enough to do anything about it — unless I have proof."
Weiss' frown deepened. "So the only reason you're getting so little sleep is because you think you're the only one that can do this?"
Blake refused to meet her eyes. "Yeah."
"And you wouldn't be so self-destructive if there were others out there trying to accomplish the same goal?"
Blake rubbed the back of her neck anxiously. "I guess?"
Weiss nodded once, firmly.
"How can I help?"
Percy panted, collapsing onto a patch of grass with a satisfied sigh. The breeze slowly helped to evaporate the sweat coating his body, and he took a moment to appreciate that this was the first time in as long as he could remember that he'd been this exhausted without his life being on the line.
If he was exhausted, he was pretty sure that Winter qualified as dead.
She lay near motionless on the grass near him with her head resting next to his, and if not for her heavy breathing, Percy might have thought she was unconscious. The only time she'd moved in the last ten minutes was to deploy some ice dust onto a glyph that was now blowing over her like a fan.
Raven was only slightly better off, but the wide grin she wore told Percy she was enjoying the feeling as much as he was. Winter didn't look to be minding it either, judging by her satisfied smile as she lay on the grass. It was the same smile she got when he-
Percy recognized the expression. He'd leave it at that.
While Percy and Winter lay on the small patch of grass that had managed to escape the side effects of their day of fighting, Raven sat down to enjoy the afternoon and small break, though her exhaustion was no less obvious. Her chest heaved, sweat poured off her, and her face was a bright red. It was a look the three of them shared, really.
This was a good idea, Percy decided. Sparring against the two strongest people he knew, all out, no holds barred short of death — he hadn't fought this hard since the battle of Mistral, and even that had been because he'd already been exhausted prior from the artillery barrage. This was the best solid, straight up fight he'd had the pleasure of experiencing since he'd come here.
On skill alone Winter was, while amazing for her age, an above-average huntress at best. But what made her stand out were her glyphs; the versatile semblance that allowed her to effectively practice magic. Make herself or an ally faster, make her enemy slower, summon copies of Grimm, launch or reverse projectiles, stop or harness kinetic energy — the possibilities not only for direct combat but also supporting her allies were endless, and he was hardly fully aware of what she was capable of. The Schnee semblance was a versatile and powerful one, and Winter was the most skilled in using it in Remnant's history.
But while Winter's skill and semblance combined made her one of the strongest huntresses on Remnant, she had nothing on Raven.
Winter was skilled with a blade, but Raven was the best. Even without the extra strength she received as part of being a maiden, Percy would wager Raven was the best combatant Percy had come across on Remnant. She beat out her brother by a healthy margin, who himself was widely considered the strongest huntsman alive.
And that wasn't the half of it.
Her semblance to create portals was incredibly powerful when she was fighting with or against someone she could create portals to. As Percy's luck would have it, he was one of those people. In one on one combat he could've kept the pressure up enough that she'd never have a chance to take advantage of her semblance, but with Winter distracting him, Raven's portals opening to let her stab him in the back became all too much of a hindrance.
And then, as it turned out, she'd been given magic by Ozma. Not much — a pretty simple metamorphosis into a raven — but magic nonetheless, and while it wasn't the most combat-oriented ability it still let her do things nobody else would ever be able to do in a fight, like build up momentum to come charging out of the sky at seventy miles an hour, or turn herself into a target a twentieth the size she normally was, or fly.
And then, of course, because she wasn't strong enough, she was also a maiden.
All of those advantages combined made Raven an absolute beast, and when working with someone as versatile in her ability to support as Winter was, she became a force of nature. Percy was lucky he was so well matched to fight a maiden considering he could wrench control of the sea and sky from her, but while he was resistant to her fire he wasn't immune to it.
So while Percy hadn't been forced to go all out — this region of Anima was still above water — he'd been pushed to his limit short of it. And beyond, it turned out. In the hours they'd been fighting, Percy had won three matches and lost one against the two strongest people he knew. He could have won if he was willing to call on the ocean only a few dozen miles from there, but…
Lifting his head up briefly, Percy glanced around at the battlefield. Giant tracts dug up trenches of dirt and mud, trees were flattened for about as far as he could see in every direction, the ground was soaked and flooded with water, and every few feet there was a black patch from where fire or lightning had scorched the earth (the remnant?). The largest undisturbed patch of grass was where they sat on an elevated position, a small circle of green in an endless field of brown, black, and grey.
They'd caused enough damage for one day.
Raven sighed happily and stretched, her red top lifting to reveal a bit of midriff. Percy was too tired to care, turning back to the sky and breathing deeply.
"Aww, no bite?" Raven teased, leaning back on her arms.
Percy's response was a soft grunt, adjusting how he laid on the grass so that the grass wasn't digging into him quite so offensively.
He could imagine Raven rolling her eyes. "You're no fun anymore. Where's the Percy that wouldn't leave my tent?"
Even so exhausted, he had to admit he normally would've jumped at the opportunity — his godly libido had made decisions for him more than once in the past. The reason he didn't was partially because of Winter lying not two inches from him, and the other… was also Winter. They'd been spending a lot of time together the last few days, after all, and Percy was… content enough not to make a fool of himself.
Thankfully Winter didn't hear — or far more likely, didn't care — what they were talking about, and the three descended into a companionable silence of heavy breathing for several minutes.
Winter was the first to pull out her scroll and check the time, and a clipped sigh — the equivalent of a loud groan for most people — was all Percy needed to hear to know they'd need to head back soon.
Percy pulled himself to his feet and stretched with a groan, feeling the satisfying stretch along along his body. Winter echoed him, her small pleased exhale the only sign she was joining in his satisfaction.
Percy buried a smile.
"Time to leave, I take it?" Raven asked rhetorically, unmoved from where she sat on the ground.
Percy shrugged and let Winter answer. "Bullhead will be here in fifteen."
Raven grunted as she pushed herself up to stand beside them, groaning loudly as she herself stretched.
"Well," Raven leaned to the side, popping her back with a cacophony of cracks. "Who said you have to go back today?"
Percy raised an eyebrow, pulling out his scroll and idly flipping through a few messages he'd ignored. "You start a hotel since the last time I was here, Raven?"
She snorted. "If I'm running a hotel, you certainly stayed last time."
Despite himself, Percy felt the slightest bit of heat rising to his cheeks. He and Winter were hardly exclusive, but it was still a bit awkward for Raven to flirt with him while Winter was stood right next to them.
Said woman was not deaf, and she shot him a curious look. "What, did you two used to be a thing or something?"
"Yep."
"No."
Percy rolled his eyes at Raven's smug grin. "We hooked up once, like three years ago. She just hasn't gotten over it — hasn't left me alone since"
Raven gaped at him, before her eyes narrowed to slits and her hand came to rest on her hip. "That's funny, I seem to remember you being the one to come to me to beg, not the other way around. And you know, that reminds me." she grinned viciously. "Qrow came by to bother me recently. Something about me being the one to tell you about the maidens?" she blinked innocently.
It was a terrifying look on her face.
The slightest bit of color left Percy's face. "What did you tell him?"
Raven shrugged. "I played along, I don't care what he thinks of me. I could stop, though. At any time."
Percy scowled. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Is there something you want or did you just feel like extorting me for the sake of it?"
She smirked knowingly. "I'll let you know when I think of something."
He sighed and shared a look with Winter, who seemed markedly more amused than he was. "Well regardless, unless you're planning on putting all three of us up in your tent, I think we'll have to pass." he joked, unscrewing a bottle of water and upending it.
"And who said I wasn't?" she shot back.
He coughed, hunching over and punching his chest while Winter rapidly avoided eye contact, face tinting a light pink.
Raven laughed boisterously.
"If you won't take that offer," Raven continued once they'd settled down, "I do have some spare tents you could stay in." she told them, her barely restrained laughter obvious.
Percy glanced at Winter, and they shared another look. She shrugged halfheartedly, and Percy felt much the same.
"Why not, we can do one night," he told her. It wasn't like they didn't have scrolls for anyone to contact them if they were needed, and they were close enough to civilization that they were within CCT range. Percy could actually notice their performance improving as their bouts went on — there wasn't a chance in Hades they wouldn't just be back tomorrow with progress like that. Instead of wasting time flying back tonight, sleeping in Mistral, meeting a few people, and then flying out again, wouldn't it make more sense for them to just stay here for a full day or two and then return to work for a full day?
Winter tapped away at her scroll, presumably calling off the bullhead ride. Percy made a mental note to make sure the pilots got an extra vacation day or two. After all, he had just asked them to fly to the middle of nowhere and then told them to turn around five minutes short of their destination.
"I don't know about you guys," Raven grunted, pulling out her sword and swiping it through the air, leaving a wavering red portal behind. "But I'm not fucking walking back."
It took almost two weeks — thirteen days, to be exact — for Argus' prosecutor to get back to Pyrrha, and while she understood that these things took time and two weeks was probably ridiculously quick, Pyrrha had agonized over waiting for the information to come through every day.
She was in Dr. Oobleck's class when she received the notification and knew that she wouldn't be able to get away with reading her scroll in the middle of class, so the moment the bell rang she had shouldered her bag and was rushing out of the classroom, her team quickly following her.
"You alright, Pyr?" Jaune called after her. "What's with the rush?"
Pyrrha shot him a smile over her shoulder, slowing slightly so the rest of her team could catch up. "Just got some news I've been waiting a while for, is all."
Heading to the library since it was closer than their dorm, Pyrrha slung her bag off by the nearest table and took a seat, pulling out her scroll and reading through the report she'd been sent.
The prosecutor found that some of the council members did live in a building owned by the local land owner, and multiple businesses owned by members of the council did receive loans from another business owned by the allegedly corrupt businessman, but they could not find any evidence they paid lower rent nor that the businessman had full control of the loaning business.
So basically, there was no proof whatsoever that there was actual wrongdoing.
the report continued that the site of the alleged 'corrupt' land owner was indeed twice as big as the old residential area, and the council had to revoke the permit for the first residential zone to balance the housing market in the area.
That didn't make sense to her — surely they could just approve a smaller expansion? At the very least, it didn't seem very fair that one person had their business shut down so another that was twice as big could open up right next to it.
Pyrrha knew she didn't fully understand the complexity of housing and economics, but something about the prosecutor's report didn't sit right with her. There was a neat explanation for every circumstance, and it almost felt to Pyrrha like he was looking to make excuses for them.
She pursed her lips.
Maybe she was wrong, maybe she was just being naïve and wanting the underdog to be in the right, or maybe she just wanted to help Coco's teammate, but Pyrrha only felt unease when she looked at the report she'd been sent.
Sending a quick glance to make sure her team were thoroughly occupied by team RWBY a table away, Pyrrha grabbed her scroll and ducked out of the room to find some privacy. She pulled up her contacts list and tapped the 'call' button next to one of the few numbers she had saved.
Nervously, Pyrrha held her scroll to her ear.
"Hey, Percy? I… I need a favor."
"I only write when inspiration strikes. Fortunately, it strikes at 9 every morning."
- William Faulkner
And with this week, I've had to get back into the swing of writing. I been stupid busy recently, but I'm sure i can make time to do da write thing. Gotta get crackin on finishing up chapter 76 for yall in a couple weeks.
Also, unintentional side effect of taking a writing break is I'm able to step back and forget about the more tiny stuff i had stuck in my head that i just
had to write. I've known for a while i wanted to speed it up a bit, but kept goin 'ah but i have to do this arc and this character development and this arc' and etc. but now I'm fine to just nyooom a bit. Still wanna do some of those arcs and char developments, but I've got more of a big-picture type thing now. so we do be goin nyoom in a few chaps.
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