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I'm not that lucky. Arc will survive the initiation somehow. He won't have the training to take on the ursa in forever fall tho. Probably flunk out shortly after.
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The Life and Times of Whitley Schnee (A RWBY Adventure AU)
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I'm not that lucky. Arc will survive the initiation somehow. He won't have the training to take on the ursa in forever fall tho. Probably flunk out shortly after.
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Thats what the sloth call is for. Tho whitley might need to practice to reach Ren and Nora wherever they are.
UNKNOWN01
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I'm having this mental image of Whitley actually doing an sloth call and everyone around him looking at him like he's crazy.
I thank you for giving me such a gift.
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Now imagine Pyrrha's expression when nora actaully shows up.
UNKNOWN01
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She will doubt her reality for a while, that's for sure.
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We can canonize the sloth call as a technique Nicholas Schnee used on his expeditions to communicate to the people guarding his camp from a distance.
Magoose
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Well you need to succeed in an adventure or… start hiring less then savory people…
or decide that you'll overlook outstanding warrants for arrests to get that sweet sweet combat experience.
Whitley is not the Bean! He is the CEO!
I mean… let's be honest here… if you fools find Ren and Nora… they might work for you for free. You better have the pancake batter in the budget.
Jaune might not even go to Beacon if we do something ludicrous.
like start a combat company.
If Jaune survives initiation…
alone… he'll have earned his place at Beacon.
… they are on the same continent as you. That is all I will say.
… that is omake fodder.
I would love to read that.
Pyrrha: Nora it was a test, not the real deal.
Nora: Awww.
Adventure action added.
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...You madman.
...You GENIUS!
I bet that that would come as a surprise to Whitley, to say the least.
This is the Best Timeline Ever for Remnant.
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What's a sloth call
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Early RWBY joke. Much fun and good time to be had.
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Canon RWBY. Nora was planning to use sloth call to meet up with Ren during initiation. It's become a fan favorite trope in RWBY fanfiction.
UNKNOWN01
Nobody knows me... I feel lonely!
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Whitley is the CEO of of Equality and Honest Job.
His duty and desire is to kick the ass of the CEO of Racism and Corruption, AKA Jacques.
Ren and Nora are cool, among my favorite characters, I hope that we can actually meet them and convince them to join us.
I call dibs.
I'm already working on it.
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[X] Build Credentials and Feel the Burn
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Nora: I told you that it would be important to know the sloth call!
Ren: I hate you Schnee.
Whitley: Join the line of the army of people who wish to murder me… then you can talk.
No the best timeline, we become Scrooge McDuck.
That would imply that Jacques is anywhere near as competent at us at anything when the chips are down and he needs to be smarter then the smarties… or tougher then the toughies.
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I just know that these two would become friends, the rules of anime personalities demand it!
Worry not, Remnant.
Were working on it!
I mean, Corporative Corruption is based on using dirty tricks and contacts to ascend instead of actual merit, so it makes sense!
Canon Omake: Calling (Part 1 of 2)
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Calling (Part 1 of 2)
When Little Whitley was four years old, he enjoyed listening to the stories of his Grandfather, Nicolas Schnee, of the adventures he had so many years ago, even if he sometimes got a little lost in the details of such.
He was sitting in his lap as usual, his granfather wering his old red cloak, smelling of peppermint as usual, hearing him recount the stories of his times as an adventurer alongside his companions.
"...And there was I, separated of my team during my guard duty in the middle of the night, not being able to make sure that my team could rest safe knowing that I would alert them of any danger," The old veteran narrated to him in a dramatic tone, as he put his wrinkled hand on top of his grandsons' head, petting him as he usually did. "There was a massive horde of Grimm, separating me from my companions, closing in to the cave we had made our little refuge while they were stil asleep".
As he recounted his tale to Whitley, he took a moment to look at him, "There were so many of them, from Beowulf to Ursas, to Taiju's and even Nevermores! Truly, maybe we should have attempted to evade the horde before them instead of destroying them" The old man scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin on his face as he remembered the actions that had led their team to said situation.
Young Whitley looked at the face of his Grandfather, "But Grandpa! You destroyed the bad Grimm you did good!" He told this at his grandfather, confusion in his eyes, not understanding why would it be wrong to stop the big mean grimm, after all, his grandfather had just stopped a bunch of evil monsters, didn't he?
At his grandsons' confused look, Nicolas couldn't help but let a good natured laugh at the innocence of his grandson, "Ho Ho Ho! Yes, we did good, but the great scandal we made attracted this horde to our resting place, and that is dangerous, little snowflake." He exxplained at his grandson, in order to alivianate his confusion.
Little Whitley let out a little 'Oh' after giving it a moment of thought, which signaled Nicolas to continue his tale "Yes, I needed to wake up the rest of my team, but I also needed to deviate the horde from them," the elder Schnee looked at his grandson once more, "Do you have any idea of what I did, little snowflake?" Little Whitley though for a few moments before answering with a little 'Nope!' Nicolas answered "I turned on my radio, set it on full volume, and proceded to let alert them with my special signal!" Nicolas exclaimed, before askning his grandson once more, "Do you know what that is, little snowflake?" with a little grin on his face.
Little Whitley's face lit up, he knew this one! "The Sloth call!" he answered with a big smile on his face.
The elder Schnee let out another jovial laugh, "Ho Ho Ho! Yes, indeed, I used my secret call to awake my companions!" Nicolas took a moment to clear his throat, "Ejem... KURRRWA! KURRRWA! KURRRWA!" He let out his 'Secret Call', to illustrate it to his grandson.
Nicolas laughed alongside his grandson for a moment before resuming "Yes, I managed to awake my companions with my calling, and I attracted the attention of the Grimm towards me, a risky move, but I knew that I would be able to come out on top!" he, once more, asked another question to his grandson, "Do you know why, little snowflake?!"
Little Whitley already knew the answer to this question, "Because of Winter Fluch, right?" he has seen the sword in the hallway, awed at something so big being used by his grandfather.
Nicolas laughted once more, "Ho Ho Ho-!" He than started to cough, forcing him to stop laughing.
Little Whitley inmediately grew worried about his grandfather, "Grandpa!? are you alright?" this wasn't the first time he had seem him coughing, but Little Whitley always felt worried about him when he did.
Nicolas waved his hand, attempting to soothe his grandson's concern "Bah, it's just a tiny cold, nothing to worry about! Anyways, where was I...?" Nicolas faked thinking about it for a few seconds, " Ah, yes, my sword, great and beautiful and trusty! Yes, I knew that I would be able to fend off many Grimm with my sword on my own," he took a pause, looking at his grandson in the eye, a serious expression on his face, "But no, Whitley, it was because I knew that my team would come to my aid in short, so I knew that I wouldn't need to worry about being defeated, because they would come in my aid, and, true to my expectatives, they did."
Nicolas put his hand on the hair of his grandson, "Whitley, always remember, no man can do everything on his own, you need people you can trust so you can truly rise to the top, you understand, right?".
Little Whitley was only able to nod at his grandfather, he didn't really understood right now, but when his grandfather acted like this, he knew he was serious.
Nicolas then took a moment to look at Little Whitley, before letting one more of his laughs "Ho Ho Ho! Sorry to dampen the mood, little snowflake, what if I compensate for that with some tiny lessons about how to properly use my secret calling!" He said, a happy grin on his face.
Once again, Little Whitley's face lit up at the thought of being able to properly use his calling, he always loved when his grandfather taugth him things! He nodded entusiastically at the offer.
"Ho Ho Ho! alright, little snowflake, the trick is in the tongue and the lungs..."
AN: I swear, this wasn't supposed to go on like this, it was originally only a flashback in the beginning and the calling stuff later, but then it took conciousness of it's own and it ended up like this.
Next part it will be about shenanigans with Present!Whitley, I promise!
When Little Whitley was four years old, he enjoyed listening to the stories of his Grandfather, Nicolas Schnee, of the adventures he had so many years ago, even if he sometimes got a little lost in the details of such.
He was sitting in his lap as usual, his granfather wering his old red cloak, smelling of peppermint as usual, hearing him recount the stories of his times as an adventurer alongside his companions.
"...And there was I, separated of my team during my guard duty in the middle of the night, not being able to make sure that my team could rest safe knowing that I would alert them of any danger," The old veteran narrated to him in a dramatic tone, as he put his wrinkled hand on top of his grandsons' head, petting him as he usually did. "There was a massive horde of Grimm, separating me from my companions, closing in to the cave we had made our little refuge while they were stil asleep".
As he recounted his tale to Whitley, he took a moment to look at him, "There were so many of them, from Beowulf to Ursas, to Taiju's and even Nevermores! Truly, maybe we should have attempted to evade the horde before them instead of destroying them" The old man scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin on his face as he remembered the actions that had led their team to said situation.
Young Whitley looked at the face of his Grandfather, "But Grandpa! You destroyed the bad Grimm you did good!" He told this at his grandfather, confusion in his eyes, not understanding why would it be wrong to stop the big mean grimm, after all, his grandfather had just stopped a bunch of evil monsters, didn't he?
At his grandsons' confused look, Nicolas couldn't help but let a good natured laugh at the innocence of his grandson, "Ho Ho Ho! Yes, we did good, but the great scandal we made attracted this horde to our resting place, and that is dangerous, little snowflake." He exxplained at his grandson, in order to alivianate his confusion.
Little Whitley let out a little 'Oh' after giving it a moment of thought, which signaled Nicolas to continue his tale "Yes, I needed to wake up the rest of my team, but I also needed to deviate the horde from them," the elder Schnee looked at his grandson once more, "Do you have any idea of what I did, little snowflake?" Little Whitley though for a few moments before answering with a little 'Nope!' Nicolas answered "I turned on my radio, set it on full volume, and proceded to let alert them with my special signal!" Nicolas exclaimed, before askning his grandson once more, "Do you know what that is, little snowflake?" with a little grin on his face.
Little Whitley's face lit up, he knew this one! "The Sloth call!" he answered with a big smile on his face.
The elder Schnee let out another jovial laugh, "Ho Ho Ho! Yes, indeed, I used my secret call to awake my companions!" Nicolas took a moment to clear his throat, "Ejem... KURRRWA! KURRRWA! KURRRWA!" He let out his 'Secret Call', to illustrate it to his grandson.
Nicolas laughed alongside his grandson for a moment before resuming "Yes, I managed to awake my companions with my calling, and I attracted the attention of the Grimm towards me, a risky move, but I knew that I would be able to come out on top!" he, once more, asked another question to his grandson, "Do you know why, little snowflake?!"
Little Whitley already knew the answer to this question, "Because of Winter Fluch, right?" he has seen the sword in the hallway, awed at something so big being used by his grandfather.
Nicolas laughted once more, "Ho Ho Ho-!" He than started to cough, forcing him to stop laughing.
Little Whitley inmediately grew worried about his grandfather, "Grandpa!? are you alright?" this wasn't the first time he had seem him coughing, but Little Whitley always felt worried about him when he did.
Nicolas waved his hand, attempting to soothe his grandson's concern "Bah, it's just a tiny cold, nothing to worry about! Anyways, where was I...?" Nicolas faked thinking about it for a few seconds, " Ah, yes, my sword, great and beautiful and trusty! Yes, I knew that I would be able to fend off many Grimm with my sword on my own," he took a pause, looking at his grandson in the eye, a serious expression on his face, "But no, Whitley, it was because I knew that my team would come to my aid in short, so I knew that I wouldn't need to worry about being defeated, because they would come in my aid, and, true to my expectatives, they did."
Nicolas put his hand on the hair of his grandson, "Whitley, always remember, no man can do everything on his own, you need people you can trust so you can truly rise to the top, you understand, right?".
Little Whitley was only able to nod at his grandfather, he didn't really understood right now, but when his grandfather acted like this, he knew he was serious.
Nicolas then took a moment to look at Little Whitley, before letting one more of his laughs "Ho Ho Ho! Sorry to dampen the mood, little snowflake, what if I compensate for that with some tiny lessons about how to properly use my secret calling!" He said, a happy grin on his face.
Once again, Little Whitley's face lit up at the thought of being able to properly use his calling, he always loved when his grandfather taugth him things! He nodded entusiastically at the offer.
"Ho Ho Ho! alright, little snowflake, the trick is in the tongue and the lungs..."
AN: I swear, this wasn't supposed to go on like this, it was originally only a flashback in the beginning and the calling stuff later, but then it took conciousness of it's own and it ended up like this.
Next part it will be about shenanigans with Present!Whitley, I promise!
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Magoose
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So... +10 to the rolls, and consider this canon.
The Crystal Snowflake:
Magoose
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The Crystal Snowflake:
- [X]The Businessman's Guide for Dummies: You are a skilled businessman and diplomat… but you are not your father. Not Yet.(Due to Smarter than Smarties, this will go up two ranks instead of one if successful) Rolled: D100 => 93+15=108
Youhad never really been one who tried to make things easy for yourself. But you knew much about the way in business… In fact, economics was something you found boring.
Not because of the boom, bust or crashes, that constituted the modern economy, with supply lines, global communications and capital that made you think very long and very hard about many… things.
And you realize something.
It was like a game that was constantly shifting and moving… but it had patterns. Everyone economists agrees to that, but they never know how.
So you just thought about the market being an utterly drunk shit that moved things on a Lien.
You knew that people needed to see the quality of a product or a service, and there was a need to constantly improve. To not do so would promote stagnation, or worse, monopoly that was like the SDC, a brutal repressive company that lost sight of it's traditions, of it's roots.
It made you have a greater appreciation of your father and his… buyouts.
It made you realize he was an even bigger fool than you thought he was.
He was so concerned about competition, he did not think about innovation.
Gain Stat in Stewardship: To Master Level: You are among the great business minds in the world, and even if you were not in the field, your wisdom is duly wished for. (+30 to Steward rolls.)
-[X]The Spartan's Regime: Pyrrha offered to train you in combat. It is going to be a good idea, having such a skilled Tutor training you. Rolled: D100 => 90+15=105
You panted as you set the blade on the ground. "You are a monster!" you complained.
Pyrrha only smiled. "Well you were the one who took my offer, and you will get good at fighting… or you can leave. You choose."
You narrowed your eyes and fritted your teeth, lifting the heavy blade onto your shoulder. "Bring it!"
"That's the spirit." Pyrrha smiled as she ran towards you.
It wasn't even a fight… but you did learn.
Reward: You are now competent at Combat.
Pyrrha is a surprisingly good teacher.
-[X]A True Student: Grandfather was always learning, always studying… always trying to be better. You will continue that tradition. Rolled: D100 => 10+15=25
Your body was absolutely broken by the training over the weeks.
You could not really study the way your grandfather had in his youth.
It didn't make you feel any better.
Failure.
-[X]A Line: It seems you have caught the attention of several… notable executives from top Mistral Companies that wish to hire you as an executive. Imagine their shock when they see a child doing all this. Might as well humor the offers (Get a Temp Job as an Executive) Rolled: D100 => 1+15=16
Escape Roll:D100 => 70-15=65
It was a trap!
You didn't know who wanted to kidnap you, but you were led into an interview room with a few men…
They locked the door and tried to drug you.
It was only through the quick thinking with glyphs, knocking over the table and the window that the room had, that you escaped.
Why the hell would someone kidnap you? No one should know who Cole Crystal is!?
Who would be interested in some boy who was just a good businessman?
Failure:
You were almost taken prisoner by an unknown perpetrator. They think you are some kind of criminal playing yourself off as legitimate… or something?
You don't know.
Meanwhile:
"Is it him?"
"Yes."
"good, continue to monitor the situation. But do not interfere. I want to see if he knows anything."
"Yes sir."
Continued in the Rumor mill.
AN: You were expecting a long update... but the Rumor mill is taking that.
- [X]The Businessman's Guide for Dummies: You are a skilled businessman and diplomat… but you are not your father. Not Yet.(Due to Smarter than Smarties, this will go up two ranks instead of one if successful) Rolled: D100 => 93+15=108
Youhad never really been one who tried to make things easy for yourself. But you knew much about the way in business… In fact, economics was something you found boring.
Not because of the boom, bust or crashes, that constituted the modern economy, with supply lines, global communications and capital that made you think very long and very hard about many… things.
And you realize something.
It was like a game that was constantly shifting and moving… but it had patterns. Everyone economists agrees to that, but they never know how.
So you just thought about the market being an utterly drunk shit that moved things on a Lien.
You knew that people needed to see the quality of a product or a service, and there was a need to constantly improve. To not do so would promote stagnation, or worse, monopoly that was like the SDC, a brutal repressive company that lost sight of it's traditions, of it's roots.
It made you have a greater appreciation of your father and his… buyouts.
It made you realize he was an even bigger fool than you thought he was.
He was so concerned about competition, he did not think about innovation.
Gain Stat in Stewardship: To Master Level: You are among the great business minds in the world, and even if you were not in the field, your wisdom is duly wished for. (+30 to Steward rolls.)
-[X]The Spartan's Regime: Pyrrha offered to train you in combat. It is going to be a good idea, having such a skilled Tutor training you. Rolled: D100 => 90+15=105
You panted as you set the blade on the ground. "You are a monster!" you complained.
Pyrrha only smiled. "Well you were the one who took my offer, and you will get good at fighting… or you can leave. You choose."
You narrowed your eyes and fritted your teeth, lifting the heavy blade onto your shoulder. "Bring it!"
"That's the spirit." Pyrrha smiled as she ran towards you.
It wasn't even a fight… but you did learn.
Reward: You are now competent at Combat.
Pyrrha is a surprisingly good teacher.
-[X]A True Student: Grandfather was always learning, always studying… always trying to be better. You will continue that tradition. Rolled: D100 => 10+15=25
Your body was absolutely broken by the training over the weeks.
You could not really study the way your grandfather had in his youth.
It didn't make you feel any better.
Failure.
-[X]A Line: It seems you have caught the attention of several… notable executives from top Mistral Companies that wish to hire you as an executive. Imagine their shock when they see a child doing all this. Might as well humor the offers (Get a Temp Job as an Executive) Rolled: D100 => 1+15=16
Escape Roll:D100 => 70-15=65
It was a trap!
You didn't know who wanted to kidnap you, but you were led into an interview room with a few men…
They locked the door and tried to drug you.
It was only through the quick thinking with glyphs, knocking over the table and the window that the room had, that you escaped.
Why the hell would someone kidnap you? No one should know who Cole Crystal is!?
Who would be interested in some boy who was just a good businessman?
Failure:
You were almost taken prisoner by an unknown perpetrator. They think you are some kind of criminal playing yourself off as legitimate… or something?
You don't know.
Meanwhile:
"Is it him?"
"Yes."
"good, continue to monitor the situation. But do not interfere. I want to see if he knows anything."
"Yes sir."
Continued in the Rumor mill.
AN: You were expecting a long update... but the Rumor mill is taking that.
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Good entry.
Um, I think the result is 55.
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Two Massive successes...
Two Massive failures...
Perfectly Balanced, as everything should be.
It sucks that we didn't get the job though.
This is karma for firing those employees bet it's Jack
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This single line here makes me think this is the White fang. They either want to know if Whitley knows about the details concerning the corrupt business practices or the impending( and OOC) SDC power struggle.