Update time!
I finally personalised my profile, and also put up a poll on it for a pairing you guys would want to see the most for Weiss in this fic. I see all those options as a valid way for this story to go, but I'm not sure which to choose so that's why I'm making that poll.
Hope you enjoy the chapter!
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Topic: We are looking for Voice Actors
In: Boards News and Updates
BlackRainbowPart (Original Poster) (Moderator) (ATGDev)
Posted On Jul 12th AW95:
Hey there everyone.
As all of you are most likely aware, we are currently turning our successful game mode into a proper game. This, however, requires us to have proper voice acting, as we are no longer allowed to use the lines present in the original game.
Therefore, I write to all you today with a request.
If there's anyone here who wants to volunteer their voice to one of our characters, we would be really grateful if you did. We won't be able to pay you money, immediately, but we promise that as soon as our game starts to bring solid profit, you will be handsomely compensated for your work.
Please, do keep in mind, however, that this is essentially pre-elimination when it comes to choosing the voice actors, and we might not end up using the voice lines you record for us, right now.
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F0rest91
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
I wouldn't mind lending my voice to you guys.
HawkGawk71
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
I wouldn't either.
Where do we sing up?
WhiteRainbowPart (Moderator) (ATGDev)
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
You can send me a sample of your voice, then I will judge whether they would fit for any characters we are making or not.
Plain_Fairy
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
Are there any specific lines you would want us to say for the sample?
X0EyE0X
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
please dont let it be somthing criinge
BlackRainbowPart (Original Poster) (Moderator) (ATGDev)
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
No, there aren't any specific lines.
Simply say whatever you think sound cool, or what od you think would fit in the game. We might even end up forming a character based on that.
PlanterBox09
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
youre so goin to regret that
Fl/VI)\/
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
Yeah i can already hear all the embarrassing lines you're going to experience.
HappyNEWby (The Regular)
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
I don't think it's going to be so bad. I've been around this forum for quite a while already, and I'm pretty sure that there aren't actually all that many weird people here.
violetPanther
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
Oh you poor innocent child
Black'N'Whitey
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
It looks like happy's still the ever optimist, doesn't it?
The_Spiller01
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
sometimes i wonder how can they keep being so happy
Curious_Catty
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
I've already sent my sample!
SmugGlug
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
That was quick
Curious_Catty
Replied On Jul 12th AW95:
Hey, I'm just excited to be in the game, man.
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(...)
The atmosphere in the kitchen was surprisingly light.
It might have possibly something to do with the fact that the conversation that was supposed to take place here was immediately derailed. It might have been because of a completely different reason altogether, too.
The point was, despite the situation technically being as dire as it could be, the whole room was surprisingly relaxed.
Weiss didn't mind that at all.
In fact, she was actually kinda glad that they weren't all too tense at the moment.
As long as they weren't stressing over everything while talking to each other, she could do her best to prepare herself for the inevitable conversation that was awaiting her. The fact they were in such a good mood right now helped her forget about all the effort she had to put into getting to this point.
After all the trouble that she went through to get here, she was beyond thankful for that.
"I can't believe that you left to get here right after I disconnected yesterday." Ilia said.
A groan escaped Weiss.
"Trust me, I barely believe it, either." She said. "Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to find any clothes that would hide my identity? I needed to borrow some of Winter's old workout clothes!"
Ilia laughed a little at her answer.
"Couldn't you have chosen to wear different clothes instead?" The girl asked.
"I wish." Weiss grumbled. "There isn't a single piece of clothing in my entire mansion that's both decently new and doesn't immediately make me look like a spoilt princess at the same time. If there was, I would have worn it instead."
Another chuckle escaped her friend.
Weiss sighed quietly.
When she had been sneaking through practically the entire city to reach this place, she hadn't for a moment thought that the conversation she would have with her friend would end up being so light-hearted.
In her mind, she had been fearing the worst ever since they talked online the previous day.
It was a great relief to find out that those fears of hers didn't come to fruition.
Once again, she glanced at her friend's eyes to see them mellow down.
Unfortunately, it seemed that the light-hearted part of their conversation was slowly coming to an end. Although she would have wanted nothing more than to continue their cheerful talk, it seemed that it couldn't last forever.
Weiss bit back another sigh.
In the end, they could delay the inevitable only for so long.
There was an incredibly important topic they needed to cover, and they couldn't ignore it forever.
"Hey, Sno-Weiss." Ilia started.
Weiss took a deep breath.
Okay, that was the sole reason why she came here in the first place; she could do it.
It didn't matter that the very idea of broaching that topic was making her shudder from nerves. They were going to touch this topic at some point, anyway. She was certain that she would be able to do it right now.
There was no way she would be defeated by a single conversation.
"Y-Yeah, Ilia." She stuttered.
Her friend looked at her with barely noticeable tears in her eyes.
"D-Did-" Ilia paused; the words she wanted to say couldn't leave her mouth. "Did you know about my parents' death before I did? C-Could you have done something to prevent it back then? Anything at all? P-Please, tell me that you didn't and couldn't have, W-Weiss."
Weiss looked at her friend for a second.
She sighed loudly.
"I-I didn't." The words left her mouth as she looked down in recollection of that terrible moment. "I knew one of our mines had collapsed, and that there were some casualties because of that. I only learnt that they were your parents during our talk after that."
Ilia choked.
"C-Could-" The girl started, before being interrupted by another loud sigh from Weiss.
"I couldn't have done anything to prevent it." Weiss said. "My position in the company and family isn't high enough to affect things like workers' safety right now, and it certainly wasn't high enough back then either. If I had recommended any changes to SDC that would reduce its income by even a little, I would have ended up being ignored at best and punished at worst. I did the most I could by helping you get some reparations after the fact. I'm sorry."
No matter how much she wished she could have gone back in time and somehow saved her friend's parents, she knew very well that if she were back there again, there was nothing she could have done.
She simply wasn't important enough to change things.
It wouldn't surprise her if the position she had in her family dropped down even further after the stunt she had pulled out to have this conversation. There was no doubt in her mind that her father was going to be furious about that.
There was a high possibility that her position as an heir was going to be given to Whitley instead.
Weiss stopped herself from letting out another sigh.
The boy would probably work better as an heir to the SDC than her, anyway.
At the very least, he would have been a better heir than her if he hadn't been actively dragged away from the mindset of their father because of his regular contact with Jaune's sisters. Those girls were certainly a great influence on the younger boy.
Similarly, she thought—no, she knew—that the relationship she had with her friends was an incredible influence on her. The fact that her friends made her life so much better was so obvious that there wasn't even a reason to think about it!
It was why she wanted to save that friendship so much.
Ilia was shaking.
"I-It's-" The girl took a deep breath to calm herself down. "It's alright."
Weiss smiled.
Her friend tilted her head to the side.
"You really care about me, don't you?" Ilia said.
Weiss nodded her head.
"Yeah, more than anything." She admitted. "You might not know it, but aside from you and Jaune, I don't really have anyone I can put my trust into. I get along just fine with both my siblings, Winter and Whitley, but they have to deal with the same type of things as I do. There's no way I'll let them handle my problems on top of that. They already have enough to deal with."
Ilia looked at her with pitying eyes.
"That-" The girl paused for a moment to think. "That sounds lonely. I'm sor-"
"No!" Weiss slammed the kitchen table as she interrupted her friend. "Don't apologise! I came here to apologise to you for all the lies that I've been telling you for the last few years. You have no reason to feel sorry for me. I still had a great life if you compare it to yours. My family is rich; I get along with my siblings, and no matter how much my parents seem to not care about me, I still have them."
As she talked and tried to explain why her friend shouldn't feel sorry for her at all, she barely even noticed as said friend slowly made her way closer to her and sat down right beside her.
"If anything, I should feel sorry for you." Weiss continued. "After all, it was my fault you-"
Ilia started to slowly pat her on the back.
Tears started falling from her eyes.
"I-I'm sorry." Weiss bawled. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay." Ilia said.
No matter how much she tried, Weiss couldn't stop the tears.
It wasn't supposed to end up like that. She should have been apologising to her friend for everything her family had done to her; she wasn't supposed to be getting comforted by the very person she had hurt so much.
If she weren't so busy crying, she would have groaned in embarrassment at her own actions.
She really was terrible at being a friend.
"Hey, Weiss-" Ilia started to awkwardly try to say something, in spite of the heavy atmosphere. "Do you want to play something with me? I've got a couple of computers here we could use, you know?"
Weiss raised her head and looked at her friend with sheer disbelief in her eyes.
"What?"
Ilia avoided direct eye contact.
"I forgave you, okay?" The girl said with a huff. "You really shouldn't have lied to me for so long, and I will probably never forgive your family for absolutely anything. However, I do forgive you, Weiss."
Weiss could only look at her friend in befuddlement.
"H-How does that-?" She couldn't finish her question.
Ilia grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her directly in the eyes.
"It's because I want to play some games with you, okay?" The girl said resolutely. "We won't have many chances to meet like that in the future, and I want to spend time with my friend on something different than crying. Are you with me on this, or not?"
Weiss looked at her friend for a moment—her eyes still wet from crying—before forming a wide smile on her face and nodding.
"I'm with you."
Ilia grinned.
"Alright, then let's play!"
(...)
The entire Schnee family mansion was in an uproar.
Almost all the family servants were frantically running left and right looking for something. The head of the family was screaming in anger at everyone he came across, and there were even talks about contacting the authorities.
Whitley had no idea what was happening.
The day had started perfectly normal from his perspective. He had woken up early in the morning, prepared himself for the day, and attended the first couple of lessons without any issues.
It wasn't until midday came, and people had realised that something was off, that the day had turned on its head.
As it turned out, his sister was missing.
At first he didn't think much about it. That wasn't the first time his sister was in hiding—he had been with her the last time it happened, after all—and he thought that she should be allowed some freedom like that.
He certainly wouldn't want anyone finding out where he was if he wanted to hide from the family.
It wasn't until he realised that he had no idea why his sister was missing that he became a little concerned, however.
Sure, he was aware that it most likely had something to do with the fact that he asked her to maybe talk to Jaune the previous day, but it didn't necessarily explain everything. For one, it didn't exactly explain what his sister was doing right now.
There was no way that his sister was currently trying to deal with that situation in any way.
Not only was their friend currently busy with his own life, and without access to the computer, but he also lived in a completely different kingdom. There was no way that his sister could reach him in person.
As such, the whole situation left him as clueless as anyone else in the mansion.
At most, he could be decently sure that the whole issue had something to do with their friends and that his sister was relatively safe.
If somehow the whole situation was actually dangerous for his sister—and it wasn't related to their friends at all—there would have been no way that he wouldn't have heard about it already.
It was difficult to harm or kidnap someone like his sister without anyone noticing.
The fact that his sister was a huntress in training with her Aura unlocked made most of the kidnapper kind of a moot point in the end.
Whitley slowly shook his head in exasperation as he saw all the frantic people around him.
Unfortunately, regardless of how harmless the whole situation was—or how harmless he believed it to be—it didn't change the fact that now he had to deal with the whole mansion being a mess for the entire day.
It wasn't like there were any benefits from the chaotic situation for him, either.
He probably wouldn't have complained about his sister sneaking off to somewhere at all if the whole mess earned him an hour or two of free time. The whole situation would have still been annoying, but at least he would have gotten something out of it if that was the case.
It wasn't what happened, however.
Despite his sister being technically missing for a few hours, he still had to attend all his lessons diligently. If he didn't, he could end up facing the consequences of skipping another hour of his teachers' time, once more.
A slight shudder went through him.
The last time, he got off rather easily, but he didn't want to imagine how severely he would be punished if he decided to skip more lessons so soon after his first offence.
There was no way he was going to risk another punishment anytime soon.
"Mister Whitley, there you are!" A loud shout echoed through the corridor before hurried footsteps followed, echoing through the corridor almost just as loudly. "I have been looking for you for the last half an hour!"
Whitley turned around to see who was calling him.
It was one of the family servants; one of the higher-ranked ones at that, if the visibly overweight structure of their body and their significantly more expensive uniform were anything to go by.
"Is there something you need from me?" He asked.
The servant nodded with a slight huff as they reached him.
"Y-Yes." The servant took a moment to take a breather. "Your father's looking for you. I was meant to find you and bring you to him. Now, let's go quickly! We don't have a lot of time before Mister Schnee will start to get impatient."
Whitley couldn't help but slightly tilt his head to the side in confusion.
"Why is my father looking for me?" He asked. "I've been on all my lessons today, and I've been doing everything he told me to do. Does he want to give me more duties on top of that?"
The servant quickly shook their head.
"It's not about that." They said. "It's about your sister, Mister Whitley. Your father thinks that you might have an idea where she is and wants to talk with you about it. I'm not sure about the exact details, though."
Whitley sighed.
Of course, it was about his sister. He had skipped a single day of lessons together with her, and now his father believed that he would know exactly what his sister was doing every time that she skipped a lesson.
Hopefully, that man wasn't going to demand that he somehow brought her back to the mansion.
There was no way he would be able to accomplish something like that.
"Alright, I'll go meet him." He said with clear reluctance in his voice. "My father is still in his office, right?"
The servant nodded their head.
Whitley once again turned around before immediately heading towards his father's office.
As he walked, though, he couldn't help but grumble a little in dissatisfaction.
Was that talk really necessary?
Surely his father didn't think that he would somehow tell him where his sister was. There was literally no reason for him to know that; as far as he was aware, that girl could quite possibly be anywhere.
Furthermore, he most likely wouldn't tell his father where his sister was even if he actually knew that information in the first place.
It wasn't like his relationship with that man was so important to him that he would sell his sister out to him.
He was confident his sister wouldn't reveal where he was if he were hiding, either.
That was the siblings' code, after all.
At least, that was what Noir and Blanc told him a siblings' code actually was. They were the ones who told him about it during their conversation, and he had never heard about it from anyone else.
Whitley shook his head.
Whatever; the point was—in the grand scheme of things—he would always put his siblings above his parents.
The fact that his parents weren't exactly the best ones around only made him that much more confident in following that code.
It didn't take him long to reach his father's office.
As always, the door to that room looked as intimidating as it possibly could be. It stood completely alone among the clean white walls around it, as no other room was allowed near his father's office.
That solitude of this door made it feel and look a lot bigger than it actually was.
The whole place looked as if any single act of disturbance would be considered a capital offence here.
He couldn't help but gulp in nervousness.
Why was it that no matter the reason he was summoned to this place, he always felt so frightened?
Was he seriously so intimidated by his own father?
Whitley took a deep breath.
Okay, he could do it.
There was no reason for him to delay it.
If he knew his father well, then he would probably need to make up for every second he wasted on this meeting in the future lessons and tasks anyway.
With a very shaky hand, he opened the door.
"It looks like you've finally arrived, son." Jacques said. "I've been waiting for you for quite a while now. The next time I summon you, I expect you to come and meet me far quicker than that, understood?"
Whitley looked at his father in silence for a moment.
Well, it wasn't like this was anything new to him.
He bit back a sigh.
"Yes, father." He said with no emotion in his voice.
Jacques nodded.
"Good." The man said. "In that case, tell me, my son, where is your sister? She's been absent from all her lessons today, and I've heard that none of our servants can find her. Is she hiding somewhere in the mansion again?"
Whitely couldn't stop himself from sighing out loud this time around.
Was it really the reason he had to abandon all of his mandatory lessons and come here?
It felt like a waste of time.
"I have no idea where she is, father." He said.
In response, Jacques only stared at him, undoubtedly trying to find any semblance of falsehood in his statement.
Unfortunately for the older man—and quite fortunately for him—there weren't any lies to find in his words, as he hadn't lied at all. He was as lost when it came to the location of his sisters as his father.
It seemed that his father realised that as well, because after a moment he quickly relented and nodded his head with a near-silent grunt.
"I see." The man said. "What a disappointment; it looks like I've put my faith in the wrong child to be the heir once again. It's a pity; I hoped she would have taken over the entire company in the future."
Whitely winced a little.
That wasn't a nice way to refer to one's own child.
No parent should ever call their child a disappointment, especially not after they already put them through so much effort without the child's own desire to do so.
He shifted in place a little.
At least his sister wasn't here to hear it; he surely wouldn't want to be present for a talk like that if the conversation was about him. There was only so much dissatisfaction he could take from his parents before getting tired of it as well.
Jacques sighed out loud.
"Do you want to take your sister's position as an heir, Whitley?" The man asked.
Whitely widened his eyes in surprise.
He knew his father was disappointed with Weiss, but he didn't expect to receive such an offer because of that.
It almost made him feel as if the position of the heir was worthless with how easily his father offered it to him. If he were to receive it so easily despite all the reasons why he shouldn't have it, then what would stop his father from giving it to someone else again in the future?
There was nothing stopping his father from simply giving the heir positions back to his sisters in the future, after all.
"I don't want it." He said firmly. "Weiss is the current heiress, and I think that taking away that position from her because of a single day of absence would be unfair to her. Please, let her keep that position."
"That girl is a fool that barely deserves her position, as it is." Jacques slowly shook his head. "I'm positive that you would fit the heir position much better than her, especially after today's fiasco."
Whitley looked at his father with determination in his eyes.
"I don't want it."
Jacques looked at him with a frown.
He didn't concede his choice.
"Alright," The older man looked down at the document on his desk. "I won't change the current heir of the SDC. Your sister is still the heiress. We all might regret that in the future, but that's your decision."
Whitley nodded.
"Thank you, father." He said.
Jacques nodded his head, as well.
"Now, go back to your lessons." The man said. "I've excused you from one of them, but your next teachers are already waiting. I don't want to hear from them that you skipped their lessons for some reason."
Without saying anything, Whitely quietly left the room.
After closing the door behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It looked like the situation sorted itself out.
Although his sister unknowingly came close to losing her position as an heiress, she still got to keep it in the end. He didn't want to find out what other punishment their father was going to give her for this, however.
He hoped it wouldn't be too bad.
Despite everything, he genuinely thought his sister deserved to be the heir, in the end.
(...)
The game was going well.
Their team still had two players working together, and there was only one enemy left. In a simple game of team deathmatch, it essentially guaranteed a victory, especially when playing against people as inexperienced as their foes.
Weiss was confident they would win this.
All she needed to do to accomplish that was to shoot the final enemy at the other end of the map.
Thankfully, she was using a sniper rifle.
She aimed down the sights.
The target was the enemy's head.
It was the final kill they needed to win the map.
With a smirk on her face, she moved her finger to fire.
Before she could place her shot and win the game, however, she was distracted by a blinding light shining on her eyes.
She missed.
"Argh, I thought we turned the light off!" She said.
The next moment her character was dead, and their assured victory quickly turned into a very probable defeat. In a one-on-one fight between two players at the end of the game, anything could happen.
Weiss still held hope for a victory, though.
The remaining player of her team was Ilia, and she knew that when it came to action games, her friend didn't have an equal.
Those chumps on the other team wouldn't stand a chance against that girl if all of them fought her at the same time, let alone trying to fight her with only one player remaining. Her friend had it in the bag.
"Damn it, I lost as well!" Ilia complained.
Weiss slumped a little.
It looked like the victory was once again out of their reach.
All the effort they put into their victory was extinguished in a single mistake, a mistake that wasn't even her fault. It truly was a tragedy to have a perfectly winnable game like this end up in such a failure.
How was she going to emotionally recover from that?
She shrugged.
Oh well, you won some, you lost some; it wasn't like they could keep winning every game they played.
It was still entertaining, either way.
"Ugh, Weiss?" Ilia got her attention. "Did you turn on the lights? It's surprisingly bright right now, and I thought we agreed to have them turned off. I don't mind it all that much, but maybe a little warning next time you turn them on?"
Weiss slowly shook her head.
"I didn't turn them on."
Actually, it was something she was wondering about as well.
They had decided to keep the lights off for the night to make sure the cafe wouldn't seem as if it was still open despite the late hour. There was no need to invite accidental guests to their friend-only gaming session.
It was something Ilia had come up with at the beginning of their gaming session.
Honestly, Weiss didn't really mind it.
When she played video games at home, she also tended to do that in a dark room. It was easier to hide her passion from all the servants and her father if her room was dark and everyone thought she was sleeping.
The lack of light when playing video games was something she was already used to, so it was weird for her to be on a computer when the room was lit up.
It was also why she was so confused about the bright light that attacked her eyes during the game.
"That's weird." Ilia said, no doubt sharing her opinion. "Why is it so bright if neither of us turned the lights on? Is there something wrong with the light's wires that makes them turn on for no reason?"
Weiss shrugged.
She didn't know either.
"It's because it's already morning." The cafe owner said from the room's entrance.
Weiss and Ilia instantly turned towards the door.
"Wha-?" They asked at the same time.
The cafe owner sighed.
"You've been on the computers the entire night, girls." The older man said plainly. "Aren't you tired from all of that? What have you been doing for so long anyways? I didn't know there were games on those computers that could be played for so long without any breaks."
Weiss awkwardly looked at Ilia only to find that her friend did the same towards her.
It seemed that they might have gotten a little bit too invested in their games this time around; playing video games for an entire night without any breaks couldn't be too good for their health.
Weiss suddenly widened her eyes in realisation.
Her health might not end up being the only issue she would have to face because of that night of gaming, in the end.
"What hour is it?!" She asked quickly.
The cafe owner looked at her in contemplation before answering her question.
"It's still early in the morning." The man said with a huff. "I won't be opening my cafe for another hour or so, if you must know. I also recommend you use that time to at least take a nap in one of my bedrooms—Ilia knows where they are—only if you want to, of course."
Weiss was unsure whether she should take the offer or not.
Sure, she probably shouldn't go back home as sleep deprived as she was, but she doubted her father would be willing to hear her excuse for not attending all of the lessons for the day again.
If she went home right now, she probably would still be able to catch the last few lessons.
At the same time, she wasn't sure if she would be able to get back home while so tired in the first place.
She shifted a little in place.
It was a tough choice.
"We will go take a nap; thanks for the offer." Ilia said while standing up.
A moment later the girl grabbed her and began dragging her towards a free bedroom where they could sleep.
Weiss laughed quietly.
It looked like the choice wasn't so tough in the end.
She would have to deal with her father's anger once more, but she would worry about it later.
Now, the only thing on her mind was sleep, and she was going to get a lot of it.
And Cut!
Weiss and Ilia are back to being friends, Weiss still haven't returned home, and Whitley turned down the offer to be the heir.
Next chapter is going to be a resolution of Weiss sneaking off, and then there's probably going to be a time skip after that (I'm thinking it's a decent time to finally start tackling Beacon and Canon material at this point).
Also, there might be a break this one, or the next chapter, for Christmas and the like.
Anyway, that's it for now, see ya!