You almost charge through the door to SPWB’s room, only managing to stop by catching yourself on the door frame. A quick confirmation from your scroll, and the door unlocks. You throw it open with all the panicked, nervous energy you had built up during your sprint. “BLAKE!” you shout, your mono-syllable demand punctuated by the slam of your door against the wall. The response time is not inspiring.

Your biological teammates groan and mutter curses at you, sleepily pawing at their eyes and shooting dark, hateful glances at the no-doubt blinding clock kept on Penny’s desk. The desk’s owner, contrarily, shoots up into a sitting position almost immediately, ready and waiting for whatever you’re about to drag your team into next.

After a solid two minutes of progressively louder and more coherent complaining, Blake finally responds to your initial call to action. “What do you want...”

“White Fang!” You meant to put a few more clarifying words around that, but you were too out of breath for that. Despite being much quieter, this qualifier gets the girls in gear. Penny and Weiss are on their feet in a moment. Your sister stumbles a bit to pull on something under her nightgown - leggings or something - but they’re both ready and waiting for you to point them at the bad guys. Before you can clear the air, Blake finally registers what you said and yelps, drawing her covers up to her collarbone, “Here?!”

“What? No, not here!” you finally spell out for them. Penny and Blake relax instantly, brightly and gently smiling with relief, respectively. Weiss rolls her eyes and sets Myrtenaster back beneath her bed. “Then why did you wake us up?” she asked. “To talk to Blake,” you point out. It had been the first thing you said, if you remember right.

Weiss, evidently having enough of whatever her problem was, flings herself back onto her bed and under the covers. Blake and Penny move further away from their beds, Blake towards the hallway to speak with you and Penny towards her desk, abandoning the pretense of sleep, something she had only done to both blend in and make it easier for Blake and Weiss to fall asleep.

You shut the door as Blake steps into the hallway. She’s on her guard, and suddenly, so are you. This is the first one on one conversation you’ve had with her since you learned of her past connections, and if there was a good topic for this type of talk, it was certainly not what you were about to ask.

(CONTINUED)

>>1931333
“Alright, so… The White Fang…” Blake sighs and holds her arm behind her back, “I thought it’d be a little longer before you started asking about them…” Well, at least that part of your three-word rant had gotten through. You did need to ask about the Fang, but it didn’t take a psychoanalyst to tell you this wouldn’t be a fun conversation. How were you going to start this “interrogation?”

>A) Blake must know something, and she’s not getting the option to keep it from you. Rip it off like a bandage. “The White Fang are tearing Atlas apart. What do you know about it?”
>B) Take it easy. Remember, she’s not one of them anymore. “I need you to walk me through how they work. How the White Fang acts, how it plans what they’re going to do next.”

>>1931338
>B) Take it easy. Remember, she’s not one of them anymore. “I need you to walk me through how they work. How the White Fang acts, how it plans what they’re going to do next.”

>>1931338
>B) Take it easy. Remember, she’s not one of them anymore. “I need you to walk me through how they work. How the White Fang acts, how it plans what they’re going to do next.”

>>1931338
>B) Take it easy. Remember, she’s not one of them anymore. “I need you to walk me through how they work. How the White Fang acts, how it plans what they’re going to do next.”

Be gentle with the kitten anons.

>>1931338
>B) Take it easy. Remember, she’s not one of them anymore. “I need you to walk me through how they work. How the White Fang acts, how it plans what they’re going to do next.”

>>1931338
>>B) Take it easy. Remember, she’s not one of them anymore. “I need you to walk me through how they work. How the White Fang acts, how it plans what they’re going to do next.”

>>1931338
>>B) Take it easy. Remember, she’s not one of them anymore. “I need you to walk me through how they work. How the White Fang acts, how it plans what they’re going to do next.”
While I like how A) gets to the point, it seems to paint Whit as an aggressive crazy man, and that just isn't his style.

>>1931338
>A) Blake must know something, and she’s not getting the option to keep it from you. Rip it off like a bandage. “The White Fang are tearing Atlas apart. What do you know about it?”
Our family as Well as atlas is in danger of it. No time for pussyfooting around.

>>1931338
>>B) Take it easy. Remember, she’s not one of them anymore. “I need you to walk me through how they work. How the White Fang acts, how it plans what they’re going to do next.”

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>>1931368
Not kicking the cat while she's down tonight, calling it!

>>1931338
“I need you to walk me through how they work. How the White Fang acts, how it plans what they’re going to do next.” Blake’s mouth is open to answer, but no sound comes out. She slowly furrows her brow, mulling over your question, and it isn’t until you start chewing on your lip that Blake seems to wake up.

“Alright, that’s not where I thought you were going with this,” she remarks with a small shake of the head, “They usually-” She cuts herself off, eyes wide, and her bow (still in place while she sleeps despite the secret being out) jumps slightly. That piercing gaze snaps towards your own like a hungry shark. “Whitaker,” she begins, voice low, “Why are you asking me about the White Fang’s tactics?”

“They’re attacking Atlas,” you tell her. No reason to keep it a secret. Blake squints her eyes and searches your face, apparently unconcerned at the news one of the Kingdoms was under siege. “What?!” you ask, leaning away from her as she continues to scrutinize you.

“Are you seriously going to try and stop them?” she asks, her tone almost sarcastic. You return the squinting glare and can’t stop yourself from feeling - and sounding - slightly defensive. “What if I am?” you ask. She scoffs, and her voice raises as she tells you, “You’d have to be stupid to try! Whitaker, that would mean leaving Beacon, flying halfway around the world, and taking them all on yourself!” You set your jaw and try not to give away what you’re thinking. It takes you a few seconds to get your thoughts in order.

>A) You know that. Of course you know that. That doesn’t mean you can’t do something. “That wasn’t my plan. I was going to try and forward the information to someone else.”
>B) Why was she being so defensive about it? “Is there a reason you don’t want me to try?”
>C) You had done pretty well for yourself so far. “I’ve already dismantled one criminal organization, Blake. How hard can one more be?”
>D) You need to get a grip. She’s right. “You-! You’re… You’re right… I’m just worried. About my home, about my family…”

>>1931485
>A) You know that. Of course you know that. That doesn’t mean you can’t do something. “That wasn’t my plan. I was going to try and forward the information to someone else.”
>B) Why was she being so defensive about it? “Is there a reason you don’t want me to try?”

>>1931485
>A) You know that. Of course you know that. That doesn’t mean you can’t do something. “That wasn’t my plan. I was going to try and forward the information to someone else.”

>>1931485

>A) You know that. Of course you know that. That doesn’t mean you can’t do something. “That wasn’t my plan. I was going to try and forward the information to someone else.”

>>1931485
>>D) You need to get a grip. She’s right. “You-! You’re… You’re right… I’m just worried. About my home, about my family…”
Whit has a tendency to act impulsive, and that can at times impact his mental stability. It may be better to calm down about this one and await further developments.

>>1931485
>>D) You need to get a grip. She’s right. “You-! You’re… You’re right… I’m just worried. About my home, about my family…”
>D) You need to get a grip. She’s right. “You-! You’re… You’re right… I’m just worried. About my home, about my family…”

>D) You need to get a grip. She’s right. “You-! You’re… You’re right… I’m just worried. About my home, about my family…”

not sure what's going to win

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Forgot to say, switching my vote,

>>1931485
>D) You need to get a grip. She’s right. “You-! You’re… You’re right… I’m just worried. About my home, about my family…”
>>A) You know that. Of course you know that. That doesn’t mean you can’t do something. “That wasn’t my plan. I was going to try and forward the information to someone else.”

>>1931518
oh, oops
>D)

>>1931485
>>D) You need to get a grip. She’s right. “You-! You’re… You’re right… I’m just worried. About my home, about my family…”

>>1931485
>>D) You need to get a grip. She’s right. “You-! You’re… You’re right… I’m just worried. About my home, about my family…”

>>1931485
>>A) You know that. Of course you know that. That doesn’t mean you can’t do something. “That wasn’t my plan. I was going to try and forward the information to someone else.”

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Gotcha! Time for Whit to open up.

>>1931536
>Gotcha! Time for Whit to open up.
Blake's legs you men

>>1931575
Whoa now. Hey-hey. Wha-hey. Whoa. Alright. Alright. Whoa. Hold on now. Alright. Whoa. Alright. Whoa. Hey. Ha'hey. Whewee. Alright now, hold on. Whew.

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>>1931580
That made me laugh more than it should have

Sorry about the delay on this next post, had some post-meal issues to take care of, if you catch my drift.

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Reminder that Blake is a terrorist and Penny is the superior Waifu.

>>1931674
Preach anon!

>>1931674
Well...she DOES have that sweet wi-fi...

>>1931715
Also a vibrate function.

>>1931721
Now can she act as a heater during the cold season?

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>>1931723
She is capable of reaching human body temperature, and can set things on fire with lasers if the he's provided by cuddling isn't enough.

>>1931742
Heat.

>>1931674
>Penny manages to copy the blueprints and the research data for the soul transferring machine under Beacon.
>Now she and her team can be combat ready, Forever.

>>1931749
This sounds like a yandere ending

>>1931749
Penny is a good girl, she would ask first.

>>1931758
But what if whit said no?

>>1931751
>At first they were abhorred.
>Then they started to put Whit on younger bodies

>>1931485
“You-!” You have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from snapping any further. Blake’s already wearing a panicked expression from only a single shouted word. Your feelings regarding Blake are confusing, but you don’t want her to be afraid of you. You know that for sure. Your sudden introspection brings the mania you’ve felt ever since learning of the attacks less than a few hours ago crashing down around you, and with it, you can feel your knees begin to shake. It’s subtle, so much so that Blake doesn’t seem to notice, but to you, it feels like an earthquake.

You don’t notice that you’ve begun to lean on the wall until you’ve slid down it and ended up sitting on the floor, the stone in your stomach heavy enough to drag you to the ground. “Whitaker?” Blake’s voice seems almost as afraid as you are.

She’s nearly standing over you, weight on her back foot. She looks ready to dart down the hallway, or back into the room. To get away from you or to get help for you, you’re not sure. “You’re right…” you mutter, despite the waves of helplessness washing over you. “I’m just worried. About my home, about my family…” Your voice catches for a moment. Worried was putting it mildly.

The people you had cared for and cared for you, in turn, were in danger. Nothing you can do will help them. It was like a nightmare, a waking nightmare that you had managed to keep just on the edge of your perception by manic denial. There’s no denying it anymore. Now all you can do is succumb to the-

Your spiral into something, be it crippling fear, nihilism, or depression, is broken by a hand on your shoulder. Blake is kneeling beside you, once again searching your expression, but now with a hint of concern. You don’t say anything. You can’t think of anything to say. Perhaps physical exhaustion from your trip here is starting to mentally exhaust you as well. Could you think that far into it if that were true?

Blake jerks her hand back. Seems like the silence gave her enough time to remember the reason for your breakdown in the first place, and how involved she may or may not be with it. There’s a growing, visible conflict on Blake’s face as she chews her lip and looks to the ground, mapping out a series of events you’re not sure you’d want to follow if you could. Doesn’t seem to be doing her any favors.

(CONTINUED)

>>1931774
Eventually, she speaks up. “I know that I’m not the best person to do this. I should probably just go get Weiss, but I think I can understand where you’re coming from...?” She trails off, the inclination of her voice betraying the uncertainty she felt. “I did some pretty stupid things because I was worried about my family, and I’m not saying it’s the same thing, but… I get wanting to do something.”

>A) You wanting to protect your family is NOTHING like what the White Fang have done. “You’re right, it’s not the same thing.”
>B) It doesn’t really make sense to you, but at least it’s an olive branch. “Well… Thanks, I guess.”
>C) You’ve considered why Blake would want to join the White Fang before, but you hadn’t known there was a familial connection to it. “Tell me about your family.” At least it’ll get your mind off yours.
>D) Keep quiet. You’re not entirely sure how you felt about the danger your family was in, you’ll need time before you even consider how it related to Blake’s story. At least, if you want to avoid saying something stupid.

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>C) You’ve considered why Blake would want to join the White Fang before, but you hadn’t known there was a familial connection to it. “Tell me about your family.” At least it’ll get your mind off yours.

>>1931764
Then she would listen to him, un less he was in imminent danger of dying.
Besides Penny's body is very realistic, and that would only have improved by the time it came up.
I don't think it sounds that bad, as long as it has all the functions the human body has.

>>1931778
>>C) You’ve considered why Blake would want to join the White Fang before, but you hadn’t known there was a familial connection to it. “Tell me about your family.” At least it’ll get your mind off yours.

time for character development

>>1931778
>A) You wanting to protect your family is NOTHING like what the White Fang have done. “You’re right, it’s not the same thing.”

>>1931778
>>C) You’ve considered why Blake would want to join the White Fang before, but you hadn’t known there was a familial connection to it. “Tell me about your family.” At least it’ll get your mind off yours.

>>1931778
>>C) You’ve considered why Blake would want to join the White Fang before, but you hadn’t known there was a familial connection to it. “Tell me about your family.” At least it’ll get your mind off yours.

>>1931778
>B) It doesn’t really make sense to you, but at least it’s an olive branch. “Well… Thanks, I guess.”
>C) You’ve considered why Blake would want to join the White Fang before, but you hadn’t known there was a familial connection to it. “Tell me about your family.” At least it’ll get your mind off yours.

>>1931778
>C) You’ve considered why Blake would want to join the White Fang before, but you hadn’t known there was a familial connection to it. “Tell me about your family.” At least it’ll get your mind off yours.

>>1931778
>C) You’ve considered why Blake would want to join the White Fang before, but you hadn’t known there was a familial connection to it. “Tell me about your family.”

>>1931798
>C) You’ve considered why Blake would want to join the White Fang before, but you hadn’t known there was a familial connection to it. “Tell me about your family.” At least it’ll get your mind off yours.

>>1931778
>C) You’ve considered why Blake would want to join the White Fang before, but you hadn’t known there was a familial connection to it. “Tell me about your family.” At least it’ll get your mind off yours.

>>1931778
>>B) It doesn’t really make sense to you, but at least it’s an olive branch. “Well… Thanks, I guess.”

>>1931778
>B) It doesn’t really make sense to you, but at least it’s an olive branch. “Well… Thanks, I guess.”

>>1931839
Mis copied, changing to this
C) You’ve considered why Blake would want to join the White Fang before, but you hadn’t known there was a familial connection to it. “Tell me about your family.” At least it’ll get your mind off yours.

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Roll 1d100, best of 3!

Rolled 64 (1d100)

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Rolled 21 (1d100)

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Rolled 31 (1d100)

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>>1931848
64 it is!

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1931846

Sweet. Managed to catch a quest. I'm liking the story so far. Especially liked the bit in initiation where Whit and Weiss argued for 10 minutes about an irrelevant tangent. Very true to life for twins.

>>1931937
Thanks, man.

>>1931940
Question about Whit's Semblance: Is it actually any different from the generic Scheme Family Semblance of Glyphs?

He seems to have a focus on Gravity over Ice compared to Weiss, but then it was mentioned his worked better with Dustless rounds back at From Dust til Dawn, and I don't remember seeing it explicitly stated anywhere.

>>1931996
Call it a soft retcon cause I can't think of how to use them now. Also, he just prefers Gravity, no semblance fuckery involved. We WILL eventually be getting into the meat of the differences in the Schnee Semblances, but that comes later.

>>1932036
>Whit's semblance is being seen as a manly leader amongst his peers.

>>1932046
>Can't even stop time and punch people
Fucking garbage semblance

>>1932053
Well I mean, if that really were his semblance that can be dangerous in a completely different sort of way.

>>1931778
“Tell me about your family.” It occurs to you that Blake wasn’t following your train of thought because she jumps when you ask. She stalls a bit, wordless droning noise the only response before she can fill the space with a thought, “Uh… Why do you want to know?” You shrug in place of an answer. Why not? It’s not like this discussion had anywhere else to go.

She takes a seat on the opposite side of the door to your dorm, respectfully far away but close enough to converse without raising your voices. “Well, I’m an only child,” she begins, a fact that doesn’t surprise you. “My parents and I lived outside of the Kingdoms. I know most students go to combat schools, but I didn’t. My parents taught me everything I needed to know to protect myself, and it translated pretty well to Huntress skills.” You chuckle at that, and she shoots you a guarded look. One ready to transform to a hurt or angry look instead, depending on your explanation.

“Weiss and I never went to a combat school, either,” you tell her. Blake seems surprised to hear it, leaning forward slightly as she accused, “There’s no way. You got in without any formal training?”

“I didn’t say that,” you point out. “Our sister trained us. She had military Specialist training. Doesn’t get much more formal than that.” Blake settles back against the wall, accepting your explanation, though not without quipping, “It would if she had filled out any actual forms.”

It takes considerable concentration, but if you focused, you could make out the sound of Blake not breathing. She wasn’t sure she could joke around with you yet. You force another quiet chuckle and, out of the corner of your eye, watch her relax. It hadn’t been funny, but you were trying. The two of you sit in silent contemplation for a few moments before Blake breaks the silence.

“What’s your father like?” She really knows how to bring down the mood, doesn’t she?

>A) Be respectful. He is your father, after all. “He’s a man with a lot more pressure on his shoulders than most people realize, or give him credit for handling every day.”
>B) You’re not blind to his faults, but you still love him. “He’s a father. Maybe he’s not the best, but… I love him like a father, and he loves me like a son. Does anything else matter?”
>C) Dismiss him for a fraud. “The greatest trick my father ever pulled was convincing the world he mattered. He’ll die, and his eulogy will be the last time anyone calls him ‘Jacques Schnee.’ Or thinks of him, for that matter.”
>D) Vent to Blake. “Sometimes I want to kill him. He runs the company, and the family, like a drunk at the helm of a Bullhead. I just do what every little boy with a terrible father does: Keep my head down and wait for him to go away.”
>E) Refuse to answer. “That’s a family secret, I’m afraid.”

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>C) Dismiss him for a fraud. “The greatest trick my father ever pulled was convincing the world he mattered. He’ll die, and his eulogy will be the last time anyone calls him ‘Jacques Schnee.’ Or thinks of him, for that matter.”

>>1932142
>"What father?"
>>C) Dismiss him for a fraud. “The greatest trick my father ever pulled was convincing the world he mattered. He’ll die, and his eulogy will be the last time anyone calls him ‘Jacques Schnee.’ Or thinks of him, for that matter.”

>>1932142
>B) You’re not blind to his faults, but you still love him. “He’s a father. Maybe he’s not the best, but… I love him like a father, and he loves me like a son. Does anything else matter?”
>He’s still a huge asshole though

>>1932142
>B) You’re not blind to his faults, but you still love him. “He’s a father. Maybe he’s not the best, but… I love him like a father, and he loves me like a son. Does anything else matter?”

"He's a bullheaded jerk. He's dad."

>>1932142
>>B) You’re not blind to his faults, but you still love him. “He’s a father. Maybe he’s not the best, but… I love him like a father, and he loves me like a son. Does anything else matter?”

>>1932142

>B) You’re not blind to his faults, but you still love him. “He’s a father. Maybe he’s not the best, but… I love him like a father, and he loves me like a son. Does anything else matter?”

>>1932142
>>B) You’re not blind to his faults, but you still love him. “He’s a father. Maybe he’s not the best, but… I love him like a father, and he loves me like a son. Does anything else matter?”
Maybe fantasized about punching him once or twice

>>1932142
>>C) Dismiss him for a fraud. “The greatest trick my father ever pulled was convincing the world he mattered. He’ll die, and his eulogy will be the last time anyone calls him ‘Jacques Schnee.’ Or thinks of him, for that matter.”

>>1932142
>>B) You’re not blind to his faults, but you still love him. “He’s a father. Maybe he’s not the best, but… I love him like a father, and he loves me like a son. Does anything else matter?”
>Doesn't mean I don't hate him, sometimes. Or most of the time. It's... complicated.

>>1932186
Supporting, it is complicated

>>1932142
>B) You’re not blind to his faults, but you still love him. “He’s a father. Maybe he’s not the best, but… I love him like a father, and he loves me like a son. Does anything else matter?”

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>>B) You’re not blind to his faults, but you still love him. “He’s a father. Maybe he’s not the best, but… I love him like a father, and he loves me like a son. Does anything else matter?”

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Whoops, forgot to set my timer and we ran a little long. Writing!

I'd like to apologize for the slow pace, especially after the week-long impromptu hiatus we took. We're hitting Midterms for my college this Friday, and I don't quite have the same level of energy I usually do.

>>1932248
Understandable, good luck on those midterms

And, of course, with the late time, this upcoming post is going to be the last one for tonight.

>>1932142
That’s a complicated question, now that someone’s actually bothered to ask. You suppose that he does push you to greater things, but probably not through the means most other fathers would consider acceptable… “He’s a father,” you finally decide. Blake raises an eyebrow at the assessment, Winter’s dramatic split was fairly well known among the public, and you hasten to add, “Maybe he’s not the best, but…”

You’re not quite sure how to cap off the thought. “But just because he’s driven my mother into an alcoholic depression doesn’t make him a monster?” “But he used to make me do my homework, so he got that right?” “But at least he’s got a funny mustache?” Nothing feels like it’d assure her he isn’t the worst person to live with.

That’s the main point, you think. Despite all he’s done and continues to do, you don’t think he’s that terrible. Not as much as everyone, your sisters included, say. Why not? The only answer you can provide is simple. You love him.

“I love him like a father. He loves me like a son. What else matters?” you finish, turning your head towards Blake to gauge her reaction. It isn’t exactly a positive one. The sour look on her face suggests that there is plenty that matters instead of a father-son bond, at least to her, but she’s polite enough to look embarrassed when she catches you watching her.

The conversation stalls again. You were beginning to grow tired of these awkward pauses. It had been just over a month since Blake told you the truth, and neither of you could move past it. Eventually, Blake’s head begins to dip, only for her to jerk back up. You’re not much better, but even physically and emotionally exhausted, you hold yourself to too high of a standard to let half of your team pass out in the hallway.

You push yourself to your feet, the signal for Blake to do the same, and unlock the door to quietly sneak back to your respective beds, careful not to wake the rest of your team.

“Hello, friends! Did you take care of your White Fang problem?” Oh, right.

>>1932448
fucking rip BQM.

>runs quest for 6 hours
>4 voteable posts

god-tier time management

>>1932734
Midterms brah

School and work is the bane of all QMs, anon.

>>1931327
I feel inclined to post this
considering it's relevance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXl572TkDqc

>>1935428
Pretty rad man, thanks for sharing!

If you have to write one more history paper, you’re going to print four copies of it, stuff three down Oobleck’s throat, and turn the last one in. Not that you don’t appreciate the value of “learning from the mistakes of the past,” but how many times did an entire generation of students need to be told “suppressing other people is bad”? Well, whatever. Your third paper on the Great War was finished and you were stuck traipsing through Vale, alone, thanks to your team’s lack of foresight.

Perhaps it is a leader’s responsibility to make sure the team finishes their work, but if you have to read one more word about Mantle, you were going to toss a chair out of your window and chase it. They’ll just have to survive without you. The nightlife was much brighter and lively than it had been the first semester. Seems like the work you had done with - and for - Winter had made it much safer for the deluge of returning school-related citizens to stay out after dark. Chefs and other support staff, who weren’t as necessary during the summer, returned from their own summer vacations not quite partied out.

You considered finding a particularly welcoming group of pub-crawlers and joining, but the mood for a fuzzy head wasn’t there. You weren’t overwhelmed, just decompressing, and that didn’t require any sort of chemical coping mechanism. What it did require was something else to occupy yourself with, and you had managed to work yourself into an uncomfortable position these last few days: You had done everything. No assignments were left unfinished, no tune-ups on Langerdorn were required. You couldn’t train or drill the rest of your team, you were all on your rest days. Well, you could probably order Penny to run a few laps without any complaints, but it wouldn’t help much without muscles for her to build.

The end result is that you’re dangerously close to taking a break, which has been incredibly risky for you lately. Well, actually, that time with Jaune, Sun, and Ren had gone pretty well. The thought makes you eye the roving drunks again, but before you can make the leap into the nearest bar, a clattering noise draws your attention to the opposite sidewalk. A trashcan rolls forlornly out of an alley, and an indistinct shadow dashes away from you. Usually, that wouldn’t be cause for any concern, but the gunshot that follows hints that this may be more than mischievous grade school children.

(CONTINUED)

>>1941194
You fly after the shadow in an instant, and it isn’t difficult to find the scene of whatever crime is happening. All you have to do is follow the sound of begging. You catch yourself on the corner of a building and see a desperate scene. A thin man in a tattered suit is scrambling away from a woman. A woman with familiar pink and brown hair. Your heart contracts at the sudden stab of fear from the last time you encountered this one. Before you can move, however, you notice a detail that makes you hesitate. The man’s suit. You recognize that suit - it’s the same red-tie get up Junior’s Gang wears.

>A) Attack her now. Right now, he’s a victim, and he needs your help. You haven’t been softened up by drugs this time.
>B) Stay out of sight. It seems like she’s dragging this out. She may let slip where, exactly, the two of them have been hiding all summer, and if not, surely she’ll talk about why she’s threatening one of her own.
>C) Announce yourself. If you keep her attention on you, it’ll give the victim a chance to sneak away. It probably won’t stop a fight, but at least he won’t be around for it.
>D) Leave. You’re not about to risk life and limb to protect your kidnappers, and if he’s here, he escaped justice anyway.

>>1941196
>>A) Attack her now. Right now, he’s a victim, and he needs your help. You haven’t been softened up by drugs this time.

>>1941196
>B) Stay out of sight. It seems like she’s dragging this out. She may let slip where, exactly, the two of them have been hiding all summer, and if not, surely she’ll talk about why she’s threatening one of her own.

>>1941194
>>1941196
>A) Attack her now. Right now, he’s a victim, and he needs your help. You haven’t been softened up by drugs this time.

>>1941196
>>A) Attack her now. Right now, he’s a victim, and he needs your help. You haven’t been softened up by drugs this time.
>Lead off with something Nasty, the midget is no fucking joke hammer her short ass.

>>1941196
>>B) Stay out of sight. It seems like she’s dragging this out. She may let slip where, exactly, the two of them have been hiding all summer, and if not, surely she’ll talk about why she’s threatening one of her own.

>>1941196
>>C) Announce yourself. If you keep her attention on you, it’ll give the victim a chance to sneak away. It probably won’t stop a fight, but at least he won’t be around for it.

>>1941196
>A) Attack her now. Right now, he’s a victim, and he needs your help. You haven’t been softened up by drugs this time.

>>1941196
>B) Stay out of sight. It seems like she’s dragging this out. She may let slip where, exactly, the two of them have been hiding all summer, and if not, surely she’ll talk about why she’s threatening one of her own.

>>1941200
>>1941202
>>1941203
>>1941217
Attack! Attack! Attack!
Roll 1d100, best of 3!

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1941266

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1941266

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>1941266

Dangit guys!

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>>1941268

>>1941269
87 got it! Writing!

>>1941196
Even if he’s a criminal, no one deserves to be murdered in an alley. You’re not going to give this woman the chance to carry this out. You create a small glyph beneath the heel of your shoe and kick off of it, rocketing towards your target. Langerdorn falls into your hand and extends to its full length before you pull your arm back and prepare a thrust with all your momentum behind it.

The point strikes true, and too your horror, doesn’t bury itself in her aura. The spear continues forward, killing her so quickly that her body isn’t given the chance to react. Then you hear what sounds like shattering glass. Cracks form along her clothes and skin, forming a web centered on the spear between her shoulder blades. You blink, and the decoy shatters completely. She has an illusion semblance!

You spin with Langerdorn raised for a counter attack, but she isn’t behind you either. Even straining your ears, the only sounds you can hear are your own heartbeat and the combined panicked breaths of you and the man you saved. Where had she gone?!

A whisper-quiet whipping noise is all the warning you get. Your frayed nerves force your head to move on instinct, and a split second later another, lighter clattering is audible to your right. A knife jitters on the ground, still rocking after harmlessly bouncing off the brick walls that surround you. You can feel the bones in your neck pop as you whip your head to the left. The woman stands there with a cocky smile and a pink parasol on her shoulders.

>A) Don’t give her time to set up another illusion. Charge her now, with a wide, sweeping strike to be sure that this isn’t another double. She MUST be somewhere over there.
>B) Hold your position. You have no idea how powerful these illusions are, and you need to focus your senses. The knife that nearly killed you may not even be real.
>C) Position yourself between her and Junior’s man. You’re here for him. His safety is the priority.

>>1941320
>>C) Position yourself between her and Junior’s man. You’re here for him. His safety is the priority.
>C) Position yourself between her and Junior’s man. You’re here for him. His safety is the priority.

>>1941320
>A) Don’t give her time to set up another illusion. Charge her now, with a wide, sweeping strike to be sure that this isn’t another double. She MUST be somewhere over there.

>>1941320
>C) Position yourself between her and Junior’s man. You’re here for him. His safety is the priority.

>>1941320
>>C) Position yourself between her and Junior’s man. You’re here for him. His safety is the priority.
>use our semblance to pressure her with something damaging.
>also make sure Junior's man is not actually her and she's baiting you.

We could try taunting her somehow, Neo is used to being the one who does that sort of thing, it might make her slip up.

>>1941324
>>1941331
>>1941341
Still fighting, so roll 1d100, best of three!

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1941370

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>1941375

>>1941370
1d100

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1941370

>>1941389
58 is our roll for this one!

>>1941375
>>1941381
>>1941389
>>1941392
Whit never does well against Neo. We are destined to be forever beat up by tiny girls.

>>1941320
It doesn’t take much of a shuffle in position to get the poor man behind you. Your opponent quirks an eyebrow at your defense. You aren’t sure if she knows why protecting him is so odd for you, she has no way of knowing that you recognized him, but it’s certainly odd to her.

There’s a short staring contest between you both. Your furrowed brow and tense shoulders spoke volumes of how your entire body was coiled to spring into action in a moment’s notice. It forms a neat contrast against her own relaxed stance. So relaxed, it seems, that she isn’t even moving when she breathes. Come to think about it, she isn’t blinking, either…

You begin to swing Langerdorn in wide circles, as quickly as you can. A quick step to the side, to make sure you’re covering the entire alley, and a soft “oof” is accompanied by a hard impact that you feel from deep within the handle of your spear. The woman seems to materialize out of thin air, then rolls with the blow to land on her feet with a scowl on her face.

The second copy quietly disintegrates into light. That’s an important discovery you just made: Her decoys can’t move. She raises herself to her full height, and this time, you’re the one to quirk an eyebrow. She’s shorter than Weiss. Judging by the way she’s rubbing her stomach to numb the pain, you’re fairly certain she’s the real one. She’s hanging back, waiting to see what you’ll do next.

>A) Turn this into a waiting game. Charging someone who can set up traps as easily as she can is a mistake.
>B) Close the distance. You’ve got to keep her on the defensive. As long as she’s moving, you know where she is.
>C) Taunt her. You need to keep her moving, but going in yourself is suicidal. You hope she’s a hothead…
>D) Check on the thug. He’s been awfully quiet for having your blade wildly swinging that close to him. Of course, that means taking your eyes off of her.

>>1941480
>D) Check on the thug. He’s been awfully quiet for having your blade wildly swinging that close to him. Of course, that means taking your eyes off of her.

>>1941480
>C) Taunt her. You need to keep her moving, but going in yourself is suicidal. You hope she’s a hothead…

Don't say anything, just flip her off or something.

>>1941480
>>A) Turn this into a waiting game. Charging someone who can set up traps as easily as she can is a mistake.

>>1941480
>C) Taunt her. You need to keep her moving, but going in yourself is suicidal. You hope she’s a hothead…

>>1941480
>>C) Taunt her. You need to keep her moving, but going in yourself is suicidal. You hope she’s a hothead…

>>1941480
>D) Check on the thug. He’s been awfully quiet for having your blade wildly swinging that close to him. Of course, that means taking your eyes off of her.
Honestly, im a bit worried hes gona try stabbing us in the back. He might try getting in her good graces

>>1941509
Stop giving Brother ideas...

>>1941488
>>1941491
>>1941495
Alright, good plan. Goad her into attacking first. The issue here is, you have no idea who this girl is beyond “murderous and small.” You can’t even count on “honor among thieves” or gang loyalty, considering how you found her. What do you say?

>A) Nothing. Instead, mock her silence by miming a rude gesture at her and silently asking her to bring it on.
>B) Be creepy, girls hate that. You hope this isn’t going to backfire... “How about after we work up a sweat, you and I hit the showers?”
>C) Smack talk her looks. Be catty. “Incredible that you’ve managed to fly under the radar so long when that disaster on your head should be visible from space.”
>D) Well if she’s like other short people you’ve met… “Are you lost, little girl? Don’t worry, we’ll find your dad! Careful around those cracks in the concrete, don’t want you to fall in one!”

>>1941553

>A) Nothing. Instead, mock her silence by miming a rude gesture at her and silently asking her to bring it on.
One finger salute.

>>1941553
>B) Be creepy, girls hate that. You hope this isn’t going to backfire... “How about after we work up a sweat, you and I hit the showers?”
I just want to see this, regardless of it being in character

>>1941553
>>D) Well if she’s like other short people you’ve met… “Are you lost, little girl? Don’t worry, we’ll find your dad! Careful around those cracks in the concrete, don’t want you to fall in one!”
Bully. Maximum bully.

>>1941553
>A

>>1941553
>>D) Well if she’s like other short people you’ve met… “Are you lost, little girl? Don’t worry, we’ll find your dad! Careful around those cracks in the concrete, don’t want you to fall in one!”

>>1941553
>>A) Nothing. Instead, mock her silence by miming a rude gesture at her and silently asking her to bring it on.

>>1941553
>>B) Be creepy, girls hate that. You hope this isn’t going to backfire... “How about after we work up a sweat, you and I hit the showers?”

>>1941553
>D) Well if she’s like other short people you’ve met… “Are you lost, little girl? Don’t worry, we’ll find your dad! Careful around those cracks in the concrete, don’t want you to fall in one!”

>>1941553
>B

>>1941556
>>1941570
>>1941576
3
>>1941560
>>1941577
>>1941592
3
>>1941584
>>1941571
>>1941566
And 3.

We're tied, so I'll let the clock run long on this one.

>>1941553
>D) Well if she’s like other short people you’ve met… “Are you lost, little girl? Don’t worry, we’ll find your dad! Careful around those cracks in the concrete, don’t want you to fall in one!”
Its creepy, insulting, and funny. Perfect.

>>1941598
Changing vote From >>1941576
to B

>>1941553
>>D) Well if she’s like other short people you’ve met… “Are you lost, little girl? Don’t worry, we’ll find your dad! Careful around those cracks in the concrete, don’t want you to fall in one!”

Check out King of the Womanlets over here.

>>1941553
>B

>>1941553
>>>D) Well if she’s like other short people you’ve met… “Are you lost, little girl? Don’t worry, we’ll find your dad! Careful around those cracks in the concrete, don’t want you to fall in one!”

>>1941553
>B) Be creepy, girls hate that. You hope this isn’t going to backfire... “How about after we work up a sweat, you and I hit the showers?”

Well this is interesting.

>>1941656
>>1941647
Actually...why don't we just combine them?

Time and tied again.

So, I'm combining the two. Not that hard. Give me a 1d100, best of three, to see how successful your taunting its!

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1941677

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>1941677

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>1941677

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>1941677

>>1941677

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1941677

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>1941677

>>1941679
78 is our roll, writing!

>>1941553
Well, she’s short. That’s something. You hope she’s sensitive about it. “Are you lost, little girl?” you ask, in an approximation of the comforting tone a father figure would use for a scared child. The pained, angry look on her face shifts with a blink into an unimpressed frown. That had been pretty bad, almost enough to make your cheeks heat up and ruin the effect entirely, but you’re committed now.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find your dad!” Better. That time her bored expression slipped into a slightly more intense one. Her jaw tightens, just slightly, and she looks at you rather than through you. Issues with her father, then? Probably best to avoid pressing that particular button. You want her angry enough to attack and slip up, not enough to physically tear through your defenses and kill you outright. You’re trying to think of something else to say when her foot slides across the asphalt, closer to a small crack. It’s not “A” material, but it’s all you’ve got.

“Careful around those cracks! Don’t want you to fall in one!” She jabs her parasol into the ground and leans against it, giving you the single longest and most overdramatic roll of her eyes you’ve seen in your life. Tough competition, considering your sisters. Either way, you aren’t getting the reaction you hoped for. Come on, Whitaker, there’s gotta be something you can bait her with… Well, she’s a girl, and there’s one thing that always made your sisters angry…

Your flourish your spear, making her jump, and say something that makes your skin crawl. “How about after we work up a sweat, you and I hit the showers?” Gross. You didn’t have much experience flirting, but you’d like to imagine you could be classier than that if you were nursing a gaping chest wound. Still, it gets a reaction.

(CONTINUED)

>>1941844
Her eyes trace over your frame before her lips curl into a coy smile. Uh-oh. The hair on the back of your neck stands up as she slowly raises her half-lidded eyes to lock with yours. Your chest tightens and your heart gives a treacherous jerk as she looks you over once again, settling on staring somewhere that was far beneath your chin and chewing on her lip, a light blush flaring on her cheeks. This wasn't supposed to work like this!

Your biology works against you, and you can practically feel the world close in on you as the blood rushes away from your head and your vision tunnels. You feel dizzy, all of the sudden. That’s when she charges.

You’re quickly knocked out of your stupor when the hidden blade in her parasol pierces deep into your aura in a painful way. You begin your counter-attack far too late, and she punishes you for it with a sock to the jaw that sends you reeling. You only avoid falling on your backside by supporting yourself against the alley wall. You lift your head and blink to clear your vision to see that she’s forced you out of the way, and is now looking at the thug with a gleeful look in her eyes.

>A) Wake up! She’s controlling the momentum, surprise her with a quick assault and take control of this fight! It’s not without risk, though. Langerdorn doesn’t perform well in this super close range. You may not be able to stop her in time.
>B) You’re disoriented and still recovering. It’ll take a few precious seconds, but you need them. Back away, and sacrifice him.
>C) As out of it as you feel, you can’t let her kill that man! Drop your weapon and tackle her!

>>1941844
>>1941848
>B) You’re disoriented and still recovering. It’ll take a few precious seconds, but you need them. Back away, and sacrifice him.

>>1941848
>C) As out of it as you feel, you can’t let her kill that man! Drop your weapon and tackle her!

>>1941848
>>C) As out of it as you feel, you can’t let her kill that man! Drop your weapon and tackle her!
REMEMBER THE BASICS OF CQC

>>1941848
>C) As out of it as you feel, you can’t let her kill that man! Drop your weapon and tackle her!

>>1941848
>A) Wake up! She’s controlling the momentum, surprise her with a quick assault and take control of this fight! It’s not without risk, though. Langerdorn doesn’t perform well in this super close range. You may not be able to stop her in time.

The whole reason we did this is to save him, after all.

>>1941848
>>C) As out of it as you feel, you can’t let her kill that man! Drop your weapon and tackle her!

If we can't outmaneuver her, let's outgrapple her.

>>1941848
>C) As out of it as you feel, you can’t let her kill that man! Drop your weapon and tackle her!
It worked with the last evil girl you fought, right?

>>1941848
>>C) As out of it as you feel, you can’t let her kill that man! Drop your weapon and tackle her!

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>>1941848
>C) As out of it as you feel, you can’t let her kill that man! Drop your weapon and tackle her!
This is going to end in us spooning on the ground while the guy runs far away, or accidental dry humping, either way, lets make this shit weird.
Hug her into submission like a tiny doll person.

>>1941855
>>1941856
>>1941858
>>1941867
>>1941868
>>1941879
>>1941900
ROLL TO PIN!
Best of tha-ree, 1d100+20

>>1941940

Rolled 35 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>1941940
I CAST FIST

Rolled 41 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>1941940
lets make shit weird

Rolled 55 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>1941940

Rolled 94 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>1941940
nat 78

Rolled 52 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>1941940

>>1941957
ROLL FASTER!

Rolled 90 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>1941940
check this 1

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>>1941973
>>1941957
Why do you have to be so slow

>>1941954
75 is our roll for this electrifying maneuver! I'm BrotherQM, here at ringside with Jerry "The King" Lawler, and we'll be right back to bring you the very BEST! In Sports Entertainment!

>>1941981
I wasnt slow, I saw brother complaining in the discord, open the thread and tried to ruin it.

>>1941982
Huh....now I just want to imagine Yang and Ruby in commentator assets with Nora providing color commentary with Ren playing her straight man as usual.

Hey, this working?

>>1942034
Great. So, quick update: We just got a tornado warning. Like, right on top of us. I'm somewhere safe, but I'll have to write from my phone for the next half an hour. Expect a slowdown. Maybe even a drop in quality.

>>1941848
No, no, no! You are NOT going to let her get away with murder because you got distracted by a girl with curves! Everything falls away from you for a second. Langerdorn is too wide for this. Useless. You drop it without ceremony. You force yourself forward, pushing off the wall, the floor, and thanks to a glyph beneath your now-free hand, the air itself to launch towards the murderous girl. You can see every detail of her raising the parasol to deliver a fatal stab. The clarity guides your hands, and you wrap one arm around the small of her back and the over over her arms.

You squeeze for all you’re worth, and the girl collapses with you on top of her. Her arms are pinned to her front, and she’s dropped her weapon. You almost break your neck searching for it, but it must be at least partially your lucky day, because it landed beside your feet. You kick the umbrella away as your captive begins to throw aura-back thrashes against your grip. You respond in kind, pouring the essence of your soul into the vice you’ve trapped her in.

Despite the amount of force at play from both sides, enough to crush a car if anyone could manage to fit one between the two of you, the end result is the two of you laying on the ground and grunting. The wrestling continues for a few minutes before a whiffed headbutt nonetheless turns your chin towards the man you had been trying to save. He still hasn't moved.

“Get out of here!” you scream at him, and it seems to be enough to finally shock him into taking care of himself. He scrambles to his feet and barrels down the alley, leaving only the sound of his retreating footsteps and a throaty growl from the girl you've pinned.

Once he disappears from view, you're confronted with another problem: No one knows where you are. And considering how her latest meeting with a member of her gang has gone, no one is coming for her either. You could call, but your scroll is in your pocket. So, what do you do?

>A) Try to grab your scroll. You'll have to fight her with one arm while you attempt to make a call, however.
>B) Try to outlast her. She has to sleep at some point.
>C) Attempt to come to an agreement. Neither of you can leave until one of you allows it, so argue that you should just let each other go your separate ways.

>>1942136
>A) Try to grab your scroll. You'll have to fight her with one arm while you attempt to make a call, however.

>>1942136
>>C) Attempt to come to an agreement. Neither of you can leave until one of you allows it, so argue that you should just let each other go your separate ways.

>>1942136
>B) Try to outlast her. She has to sleep at some point.

>>1942136
>B) Try to outlast her. She has to sleep at some point
>Try to outlast her
How lewd of you Brother

>>1942136
>B) Try to outlast her. She has to sleep at some point
I get the feeling that she's going to try and make things awkward once she realizes she cant force her way free.

>>1942136
>>B) Try to outlast her. She has to sleep at some point.
>Headbutt her until she kos.

>>1942136
>>B) Try to outlast her. She has to sleep at some point.

I guess this probably leads into C anyway.

>>1942136
>>A) Try to grab your scroll. You'll have to fight her with one arm while you attempt to make a call, however.
She's more likely to get help around here than we are. Can't see outlast ending well.

>>1942141
>>1942142
>>1942161
>>1942175
>>1942190
Cuddle her to sleep, boys. Roll 1d100, best of three!

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>1942212
check this 1

>>1942136
>>B) Try to outlast her. She has to sleep at some point.
>Headbutt her until she kos.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>1942212

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>1942212

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>1942212

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1942212

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1942212

>>1942223
Blessed anon, you are a great asset to our cause...

>>1942223
89! LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLe'ts get read to SLUUUUUMMBBEEEEEEER!

>>1942223
So I think we should bring her back to our dorm and keep her as a team mascot.

>>1942136
The struggling continues for what feels like hours. She manages to catch you in the lip with another headbutt at some point, and you can taste blood. Eventually, just when you were beginning to worry about how much more you can take, the near-constant thrashing lessened. She was panting heavily, her chest heaving in your arms as she took deep, greedy gasps of air. You don’t move and allow her to catch her breath. Partly because you don’t want her dead, just unconscious, but mostly so you can catch your own as well.

The broken moon was high above both of you by this point. That wasn’t good. Your teammates would be worried. The girl’s breathing rhythm settled into a more natural, calm pace, almost perfectly in time with your own. You were ready for her to try and escape again, but she doesn’t. It seems she’s caught onto the game you’re trying to play, and is conserving her energy. More of the night passes in silence, the monotony only broken once.

You feel a pressure against your… Masculinity. It would be easy to ignore normally, but this pressure was moving. You frown as you glance down and see the cause of your pleasant discomfort - she’s grinding her butt against you. You flick your eyes back up to see her glancing over her shoulder. She’s gone pink, breathes quick and shallow, and her eyes are boring into you with an intense need. “That’s not going to work twice,” you tell her, forcing your voice to remain firm and grim.

In a moment, the lusting visage is gone. Her hips stop moving and she regains her pale complexion, facing away from you with a small huff. Back to staring at the back of her head. You almost regret it. At least that had been fun to watch.

More time passes. You aren’t sure how long, but a sidelong glance confirms that you can no longer see the moon hanging above the alley. It’s sunken behind the surrounding buildings. It must be past midnight by now. You can feel a shallow, relaxed movement from her.

(CONTINUED)

>>1942385
She’s either asleep or very good at faking it. She started doing it hours ago, and you’re still not sure you want to risk it. On one hand, someone who was awake would be unconsciously pulling in much more air than that. On the other, she had begun to play with your fingers, gently running one of hers over your knuckles. An odd sleeping habit, or a tactic to make her seem frailer? You decide to risk it. You slowly lift your right arm, the one not currently pinned underneath her. She doesn’t move to escape. Much more carefully, you slide your left arm from out beneath her ribs. It must take you another twenty minutes of stopping whenever a soft, breathy snore startles you, but you manage it.

She’s really asleep. The only thing left to do is decide what to do with her.

>A) Call the police. Criminal or not, she tried to murder a man tonight. She’s not getting away with that.
>B) Leave her. It’s crazy. It’s nonsensical. But there’s a voice inside you telling you to let this one go, just for now. That voice promises you’ll see her again.
>C) Your instincts are telling you not to call the police, but you can’t leave an unconscious girl alone in an alley in the middle of the night. Looks like it’s time for another hotel rental.

>>1942385
>>1942387
>A) Call the police. Criminal or not, she tried to murder a man tonight. She’s not getting away with that.

>>1942387
>C) Your instincts are telling you not to call the police, but you can’t leave an unconscious girl alone in an alley in the middle of the night. Looks like it’s time for another hotel rental.

>>1942387
>A) Call the police. Criminal or not, she tried to murder a man tonight. She’s not getting away with that.

>>1942387
>>A) Call the police. Criminal or not, she tried to murder a man tonight. She’s not getting away with that.

Take 'er away, boys!

>>1942387
>>A) Call the police. Criminal or not, she tried to murder a man tonight. She’s not getting away with that.
Tie her up, or get her into some sort of grappling lock first.

>>1942387
>>A) Call the police. Criminal or not, she tried to murder a man tonight. She’s not getting away with that.
Call Beacon too. Don't know if the police can hold her long, and if she's one of Torchwick's associates then they might have some questions.

>>1942387
>>C) Your instincts are telling you not to call the police, but you can’t leave an unconscious girl alone in an alley in the middle of the night. Looks like it’s time for another hotel rental.

I feel like I'm misremembering, but didn't Winter get us to investigate Junior in the first place since she didn't trust local police weren't compromised?

>>1942412
...
You are not wrong.

>>1942387
>C.
Also, for pure irony, ask for icecream to be sent to her room in a cooler. And leave a letter saying "please don't stab me. I'm allergic to knives."

>>1942387
>C) Your instincts are telling you not to call the police, but you can’t leave an unconscious girl alone in an alley in the middle of the night. Looks like it’s time for another hotel rental.

>>1942403
>Call Beacon too. Don't know if the police can hold her long, and if she's one of Torchwick's associates then they might have some questions.
>>1942421
>>1942412
Oh yeah. Support.

>>1942421
Fuuuuu....
>>1942393
Changing to C. TIE HER UP THOUGH.

>>1942387
>C) Your instincts are telling you not to call the police, but you can’t leave an unconscious girl alone in an alley in the middle of the night. Looks like it’s time for another hotel rental.

hotel rental, a few calls, and an interrogation.

One guy remembers something correctly, and Whitaker's mind shifts gear without the clutch.

>>1942421
...well, shit. Switching >>1942403
to C. Still think we should call Beacon, too.

>Police have a mole in them
>Cinder's in the hotel
>Fang's in the streets looking for her

>Or worse, Salem's sent Tyrian to look into worthy higher-tier grunts

>>1942444
Wisdom of the crowd, Brother.

>>1942412
Thank you based anon for reminding us of this crucial information.

>>1942387
Alright, switching >>1942399
to >C) Your instincts are telling you not to call the police, but you can’t leave an unconscious girl alone in an alley in the middle of the night. Looks like it’s time for another hotel rental.

And also calling Beacon while we're at it.

>>1942387
I'm surprised there's no option to call our team or one of our teachers.

>>1942387
C) Your instincts are telling you not to call the police, but you can’t leave an unconscious girl alone in an alley in the middle of the night. Looks like it’s time for another hotel rental.

>>1942387
Switching from
>>1942402
To
>>A) Call the police. Criminal or not, she tried to murder a man tonight. She’s not getting away with that.
Call Beacon too. Don't know if the police can hold her long, and if she's one of Torchwick's associates then they might have some questions.

Still tie her up first though.

>>1942387
>>C) Your instincts are telling you not to call the police, but you can’t leave an unconscious girl alone in an alley in the middle of the night. Looks like it’s time for another hotel rental.

Guys, the police have moles, and we know that IC, we shouldn't trust them.

>>1942511
Which is why we all swapped our votes.

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>>1942485
Alright, looks like once again, Whitaker is taking things into his own hands! Writing!

>>1942387
switching from >>1942439
to A

We can't really hold her for long. We don't got the facilities to do it, and it'd look like we're kidnapping some girl

>>1942387
>C) Your instincts are telling you not to call the police, but you can’t leave an unconscious girl alone in an alley in the middle of the night. Looks like it’s time for another hotel rental.

Wait, should we send a message to our teamates at least?

>>1942387
You step into the hotel lobby with her in a bridal carry. You’d assume someone would have a problem with a man who looks like he spent the day laying in some gutter carrying a small unconscious girl, but whoever didn’t recognize you as a Schnee, one of the two in the city, certainly recognized the flamboyant outfits you were both wearing. Trademarks of Huntsmen. Not only had you worked your way through the crowds unmolested, a few had even offered you respectful nods. Must have seemed like you were doing your duty to care for one of your own.

The receptionist even carried out your arrangements for a room in hushed whispers to avoid waking her, a wistful smile on her face when your cargo snuggled against your chest. It almost made you feel guilty for letting her think you were some kind of couple on a romantic getaway. Still, you got the room. A few minutes with a chair, spare towels, and a video about knots, and you’ve got her reasonably secure. Langerdorn is safely tucked away, her weapon is hidden in the bathroom under the sink… Are you forgetting anything?

>A) Nope! Time to wake her up and find out exactly what the story was with the remnants of Roman’s operation.
>B) You should probably let your team know you’re okay… Penny should still be awake, but there’s no need to bring up what happened. Not yet, anyway.
>C) You should probably let your team know you’re okay… Penny should still be awake, and you can tell her exactly what happened.

>>1942626
>C) You should probably let your team know you’re okay… Penny should still be awake, and you can tell her exactly what happened.

>>1942626
>>C) You should probably let your team know you’re okay… Penny should still be awake, and you can tell her exactly what happened.

>>1942626
>>C) You should probably let your team know you’re okay… Penny should still be awake, and you can tell her exactly what happened.

>>1942550
>I have caught a cute girl and we're in a hotel. Alone.

Cutr misunderstandings goooo

>>1942626
>>C) You should probably let your team know you’re okay… Penny should still be awake, and you can tell her exactly what happened.
The sooner we get extra eyes on her, the better.

>>1942626
>C) You should probably let your team know you’re okay… Penny should still be awake, and you can tell her exactly what happened.

>Penny I caught a cute girl. We're in a hotel.

Surely nothing can go wrong

>>1942626
>>C) You should probably let your team know you’re okay… Penny should still be awake, and you can tell her exactly what happened.

I just want the butt-grinding to come to light somehow. And I want Blake to be mildly jealous. Penny too, but Blake being jealous is the funniest option.

>>1942626
>C) You should probably let your team know you’re okay… Penny should still be awake, and you can tell her exactly what happened.

>>1942648
Like there could be video footage from a camera monitoring a nearby parking lot. A security camera monitors the parking lot of my workplace. I'm just saying. Comedy.

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>>1942657
Got it!
>>1942689
How were you ready for this?

>>1942689
Literally the perfect picture for this situation.

>>1942692
>How were you ready for this?
I wasn't.
A troll was spamming horse on another site. Other people were posting more pictures to force them off screen. This was one of them.
It was perfect, so I took it.

>>1942689
My god, it works so well

>>1942626
The scroll rang. Once. The Penny’s chipper voice introduced itself. “Hello, Whitaker! You are out very late tonight. Are you doing something important?” You turn towards the unconscious murderer-to-be strapped down, ready for the interrogation. “Kinda,” you answer.

“Are you alright?” she asks, the tone of her question curving in exactly the right way to let you know she was really worried, not simply asking to make sure.

“I’m fine,” you tell her. “Just got into a little scrap with a-”

“What?! Where are you?!” You pull the scroll away from your ear and wait until the sharp pain dulls. “Among the living,” you chuckle, “Relax. I’m in a hotel in the city. Had to grab a room for my, uh, ‘opponent.’ She’s pretty banged up.”

“... she?” It’s quiet, quiet enough for you to almost miss it. She must not have been talking directly into the microphone. You’re not sure why she was hung up about that. You had fought plenty of girls in Ms. Goodwitch’s class.

“Well, yeah. Look, Penny, I would be back by now, but… This is complicated. I think this girl is connected to Torchwick and Junior somehow, but I can’t take her to the police. I’ll be staying here for tonight, keep an eye on her-”

“I’ll help!” Penny pipes up, a tension you can’t place gripping the words.

“Well, actually, Penny, I-”

“I got it!,” she cuts you off again, “I’ve tracked your scroll, don’t worry! I am on my way!”

The dial tone rings before you can say anything else. Well. Looks like you’ll have a partner for this. You park yourself on the edge of the bed and scroll through the internet on your scroll. Hardly twenty minutes of browsing goes by before a light, yet frantically paced series of knocks rains on your door. You check the peephole before you open the door and let Penny inside. You almost offer her a seat before her expression finally registers.

She’s glaring at the girl you’ve tied down. You had no idea Penny was capable of looking this angry about anything. She’s even drawing her lips back into a toothy scowl, teeth grinding against each other. “Uh, Penny?” you dare to ask, “I won. I’m okay. We’re... Just going to talk to her.”

(CONTINUED)

>>1942853
Penny’s eyes snap to you so perfectly you could swear you heard the click. Still, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, before opening them and looking much more like the Penny you were used to, albeit with a much blanker expression. “I understand, Whitaker,” she says, her voice a controlled monotone. Did she turn off her emotions or something? Can she do that? You shake your head and tuck your scroll back into its pocket. You had wasted enough time.

You shake your captive’s shoulder progressively harder until she opens her eyes with a quiet gasp. Her eyes dart to you, then Penny, and then widen in panic when she begins to struggle against the impromptu restraints. After a few moments, it’s obvious she’s exhausted herself far too much in her struggle against you. Whatever aura she can channel now is nowhere near enough to break the towels. Time to answer a few questions.

>A) “Where have you been for the past few months?”
>B) “What’s your name?”
>C) “Why were you trying to kill that man?”
>D) “[Write In]”

(Multiple Votes Allowed)

>>1942856
>>B) “What’s your name?”
>>C) “Why were you trying to kill that man?”

>>1942857
>B) “What’s your name?”
>C) “Why were you trying to kill that man?”
>D) “[Why did you kidnap me?]”

>>1942856
>>C) “Why were you trying to kill that man?”
Start with the immediate priority, I think.

>>1942861
support

>>1942857
Voting for this

>>1942861
Pretty sure she kidnapped us to kill us

>>1942856
>B) “What’s your name?”
>C) “Why were you trying to kill that man?”

>>1942861
this

>>1942856
>>B) “What’s your name?”
>>C) “Why were you trying to kill that man?”
>Why did you take me?
>How did you get past Beacon security?
>What is Torchwick planning?
Make sure to poke her between questions to make sure she hasn't slipped loose and left an illusion in place.

>>1942856
>B) “What’s your name?”
>C) “Why were you trying to kill that man?”

Time to interrogate the mute. Hurray!

>>1942865
She got into our room and took us in our sleep without alerting anyone. If it was just about killing us, it probably would have been easier to do it there.
More dramatic, too. Imagine our team waking up in the morning like everything's normal, only there's blood everywhere and Whit has an extra grin.

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Your queries are being processed. Writing!

It's almost one in the morning, you guys. I'll write this one up and then call it a night.

>>1942912
Okie dokie

Brother, you alive?

>>1942856
Well, first things first, you suppose. “What’s your name?” you ask, projecting the same deep-voiced, “Frozen King of the North” your father did whenever he felt the need to intimidate a business partner. The girl doesn’t answer, instead twisting her hands in their place. She was still trying to test the restraints? “What is your NAME?” you ask again, with more power to your voice. She stops pulling at the wrist wraps, glares at you, then begins to do it again. You’re about to ask again when you’re interrupted by Penny’s voice, still subdued by whatever she did to calm herself down.

“Whitaker, she is using sign language. Her name is ‘Neo.’” She can’t speak? Well, that explained why she hasn’t said a word the entire time you’d been around her. Seems you’re lucky Penny decided to show up after all. You don’t know sign language. Something about the name “Neo” tickles in your mind, though. A vague recollection, a memory that brought no details. Only extremely vague and faint sensations of anxiety. Onto the next.

“The man in the alley. Junior’s man. Why were you trying to kill him?” Neo smirks at that question, holding your gaze unblinking. Challenging you. You blink freely. You’ve already one, no reason to lower yourself to playing games with her to prove it. As the two of you continue to size each other up, Penny recites Neo’s answer. “He was going to offer his testimony in Roman’s case in exchange for a lighter sentence.” So, she was one of Roman’s? That made sense. She certainly didn’t dress like one of Junior’s legions of disposable back-up dancers.

(CONTINUED)

>>1943026
“A few months ago, I was kidnapped and taken to a warehouse. You were there. I assume you know a few details I don’t?” For a few moments, the only sounds are that of her wrists against the restraints. Penny seems to drink in all the information and process before she answers in Neo’s stead, “She shared facts we are mostly aware of. They took you due to your role in sabotaging Junior, and were planning to-” There’s an odd hitch as she speaks, one that you barely notice before she continues, as if nothing happened “-kill you for it. The only noteworthy information is that Neo claims to be the one who took you from our room.”

Interesting trivia, you suppose, but who had actually done the business of sneaking into the dorms didn’t matter in the long run. Although, that DID raise an interesting question… “How did you get past Beacon’s security?” In addition to being fairly remote from the rest of the city, Vale had several security systems in place to, if not prevent, then monitor the progress of any unfamiliar people on school grounds. After your kidnapping, however, they had found no trace in any of those systems that anything had happened. No one unusual had been there that night. A few quick gestures, and Penny provides a direct translation: “‘I didn’t.’” She didn’t? It sounds absurd, but if she hadn’t interacted with the security systems in the first place… Then her statement would technically be true. Perhaps her semblance could do more than create copies of herself.

You surprise yourself by only having one more question for her. “What is Torchwick planning?” you ask. At her raised brow, you loom over her and go into further detail. “Roman pulled most of the criminals in this KINGDOM to assault a school that trains warriors who have two purposes: Stopping the Grimm, and stopping men like Roman. There are wealthy targets, there are easier targets. He was AFTER something, and he was after it for a reason. Now what. Is. He. Planning?”

Neo doesn’t move for a few moments. She seems to be considering your question. After a few moments, she turns away from you and signs a single phrase.

“‘I don’t know.’”

(CONTINUED)

>>1943029
You are Penny Polendina.

The past few hours have been spent in what humans may refer to as a “meditative state.” Emotional control and logical thinking came to you much easier than any human or Faunus you knew of, which is why it surprised you so much when you first saw the girl Whitaker has captured. What was it about her that inspired that type of anger? She is hardly the first to try and kill your leader. You are searching everything you know about anger, but the answer escapes you. This has become a common occurrence since you left the lab. It is easier to let go of those questions now than it had been in the beginning.

You stand guard over Whitaker’s sleeping form. Well, not over him. That would imply you share extremely close proximity to his sleeping form. You are not in close proximity. You are in a corner of the hotel room, positioned so that both Whitaker and Neo are clearly visible. He fell asleep less than an hour ago, but she is still awake. You do not like that, but there is nothing you can do.

Neo coughs. You ignore it. She does so again. You are not getting her water. She coughs a third time. It does not sound like a real cough. Oh. The type of cough meant to draw attention. You turn to her and wait for whatever it is she wishes to share.

Neo nods towards Whitaker and raises her eyebrows, a smile on her face. You do not follow. She opens her mouth, closes her eyes, then pushes against her inner cheek with her tongue multiple times while making very quiet noises. You define them as moaning. You do not follow.

You open a link to the CCT and begin to process the information given. What is she asking for? What information is she trying to share? In nanoseconds, you discover a video of someone performing a similar action. It takes a few more views to understand it. The anger comes back. Deactivating meditative state.

… That BITCH!

>>1943013
Yep, I'm good. That was just a 1,000 word post and I'm writing it pretty late, so it took me a little longer.

Anyway, I'm done for tonight! Tune in next time!

>>1943033
Ah, Neo. Not the kind of crazy you stick your dick into, the kind that sticks its dick into you.

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>>1943033
...damn it, Neo.

>>1943034
Night, Brother. Was a good run.