Gambol Shroud felt foreign in Weiss' hand– alien, strange. As Ruby said; weapons were an extension of oneself, so using someone else's was supposed to feel a bit weird. She pushed through it, wielding Blake's weapon alongside Myrtenaster. She wasn't used to dual wielding, Weiss had tried when she was younger, inspired by Winter's weapons. She'd given it up in place of Myrtenaster, which felt like an extension of Weiss' very soul. But it didn't help soothe the pit that had grown in her stomach. Still, as the last living member of Team RWBY, Weiss trudged onwards, deflecting Cinder's claws with Gambol Shroud.
Weiss' eyes burned with tears that she refused to let fall, not in front of Cinder, and certainly not while Penny lay dying on the floor just a few feet away. Cinder formed two flaming swords made out of strong glass, and swung. Weiss took a quick backstep, and used Myrtenaster to parry the blade that came too close while the other passed by, air whistling off the blade.
She took a stepped, swinging Gambol Shroud in an attempt to part Cinder's neck, but the corrupt Maiden met Blake's weapon with her own and continued her offense.
The white haired girl was slowing down. Energy sapped from the constant fighting and regenerating her depleting Aura. Cinder swung again and again with a sadistic grin plastered on her scarred face.
Weiss struggled to parry each strike., Her grip on Gambol Shroud loosening as fatigue sat in.
"No!" Weiss' eyes widened in horror as she felt Blake's weapon fall from her hand and over the bridge they stood on. She attempted to summon a glyph, to save the only piece of Blake left, but her overtaxed aura failed her. As she used Myrtenaster to block both of Cinder's swords at once, below her, Gambol Shroud fell haplessly into the whipping void, never to be seen again.
A strike slipped past Weiss' defense and smashed into the heiress's head with the pommel.. She crashed into the ground, vision blurring and head ringing. Nauseous.
Weiss stumbled onto her feet, gripping Myrtenaster tighter. She spotted Cinder's blurred form take a few casual steps towards her, savoring her imminent victory.
A pained scream came from Jaune's direction. Jaune had been taking care of a downed Penny after Cinder had wounded her. Weiss turned her head, her braided hair whipping around, and saw the blond boy standing over the orange haired girl. Blood dripped from Crocea Mors.
Penny's blood.
Penny's body lay motionless beside Jaune who had tears falling into the pooling blood beneath him. Weiss felt her own tears slide along her face. Another friend, gone. Because of Cinder.
Because of Jaune.
Cinder screamed and launched herself toward Jaune, evidently keen on what exactly? Revenge for her kill being stolen? Because Jaune prevented her from stealing the Winter Maiden's power? It made sense, and Weiss wished she could have taken advantage of the moment, but she was too damn exhausted.
The metal of Jaune's shield absorbed Cinder's attack, before throwing her off. Cinder flipped in the air landing into a crouch as she summoned another of her glass swords.
She charged– a deep snarl on her face that reminded Weiss of a hungry Beowolf.
Despite using Myrtensaster to stand, her legs gave out underneath her. Her vision dimmed.
"Where did it go?!" Cinder screamed. Weiss thought there was a hint of fear in there. Still, the noise was enough for her sight to return slightly. Her eyes opened to the sight of the Maiden jerking around. Their eyes met.
Cinder looked away and Weiss couldn't help but feel insulted at the ease of which Cinder rejected her. A beam of blue energy slammed itself into the dark haired woman, crushing her back onto the bridge.
"Winter!" Weiss' cheered. Her sister was here! And she had the power of the Winter Maiden! Winter flew through the air, her blue aura shimmering around her as she glared at Cinder.
Weiss closed her eyes, a deep breath in. Then out. She could feel the combat rumble along the bridge. She planted her hands on the ground and pushed upward, her shaky legs struggling to stay under her, but the third try with Myrtensaster was enough to get her on her feet.
She ignored the fight high above and stumbled toward Jaune, who stared listlessly at Penny's remains.
Weiss placed a shaky hand on Jaune's shoulder. "We need to leave, now,." Weiss said in her Ruby-termed 'Heiress Voice'. With Cinder distracted by Winter, they could escape with Winter behind them, hopefully leaving Cinder trapped.Jaune nodded stone faced and tear stained. They each gave Penny's fallen body a final look before Jaune helped Weiss trudged toward the hopeful exit.
They could see the Vacuoan desert on the other side of the nearest portal. "Just a few more feet, Jaune. And than–"
Weiss let go of Jaune as she looked behind at the growing whirring noise, heat, and light. Weiss stumbled behind Jaune who threw up his shield. The ball of fire exploded on contact. Weiss fell onto her back as the heat burned what was left of her aura.
A crack rang in her ears.
She turned her head. A chunk of white and yellow metal had slammed into the bridge underneath her. Steam from the metal clouded her vision.
Light illuminated underneath her, and despite the smoke in her eyes, she couldn't help but widen them as another crack rang out. One she felt.
"Weiss!"
She heard her name screamed by two different voices over the ringing in her head. She rolled over onto her knees, ignored the growing cracks, and looked up. Behind the smoke she could make out another of Cinder's fireballs.
Weiss scrambled back. Too slow. Too late. She felt the heat slam into the ground and envelope her feet and legs as the force sent her careening through the air.
"Weiss!"
She looked up, and saw her sister flying towards her. Dodging glass swords and fire balls launched her way.
"Weiss!" Her sister screamed as she came to an abrupt stop.
Winter's beautiful, glowing, ice blue eyes and tear stricken face were the final things she saw as the darkness of the void swallowed her whole.
Weiss groaned softly, her entire body hurt and she felt similar to when her ride into Mistral had crashed. Either way, pain meant she was still alive, somehow. Weiss' eyes fluttered open, blinding herself by the lights some idiot had left on. She sat up and winced as a groan escaped at the remembrance of her final moments. And the pain.
Still, she was alive! She had fallen into the starry fissure beneath the bridge. Weiss' glanced around her and found the bandages that covered her right arm.
It was a hospital room. Inexpensive and fairly old with cracked tiles in the ceiling and what she hoped were coffee stains on the floor. The curtains that separated her from other potential patients were ragged, faded, and desperately needed a cleaning. Still, it gave her much needed privacy to catch her breathes and thoughts- even if she couldn't see around her at least others couldn't see her. Still, what has happened after she fell? Weiss placed her hands on her head and closed her eyes. She couldn't have been in Atlas, it was a bit on fire, and the weather certainly didn't feel like Menagerie, maybe it's Vacuo? They were going that way, maybe she wound up here because of the portals? But she fell into the void, so that didn't work either.
Yang had fallen first into the void, sent flying by a blast from Cinder, followed by Ruby and Blake. Weiss felt her eyes moisten, and used her hands to wipe them away. She didn't want whoever found her to see her crying, that would be embarrassing–
Wait a minute.
Weiss was alive! And if she was alive, then the others were as well! She wiped the rest of her tears on the ugly hospital gown's sleeve she wore. She paused and frowned. This was a hospital right? She spared a quick glance around the room again. Even if it looked more like a funeral hall. Still her friends should also be here, somewhere. And maybe they were laying on the other cots! Pulling the tubes that were attached to her arm, Weiss' grimace was all she needed to know that her aura still hadn't returned.
"Well, that's going to be annoying," Weiss grumbled. She couldn't use her glyphs if her aura was depleted. Not to mention her vulnerability on top of everything else. Ignoring the beeping sounds that the medical machine she was attached to started to make, Weiss took her first step out of the bed.
And nearly fell right on her face. Evidently she needed a bit more recovery than she had expected, given she thought her legs were actually longer than they were. Granted, the headache that felt like a drumline inside her skull also wasn't helping.
Rubbing her forehead with her left hand, she noticed a strange plastic piece attached to her index finger. Weiss finally managed to stand up, using the bed frame to prevent fall, her legs shaky. The battle had taken a lot out of her. Yang was totally going to make fun of her if she saw Weiss like this.
The cold floor sent a shiver through her bare feet and up her spine. This entire scenario made her nervous. What if her friends weren't here? What if she was all alone? Did Cinder manage to capture her? Or one of General Ironwood's loyalists? Where even was she?
Weiss took a deep breath. First, she needed to get a weapon and some clothes, then she could address her situation properly. Weiss was finally ready to stand on her own, without the assistance of the bed frame, when she heard someone pulling her privacy curtains to the side. The plastic rings made a soft ring as they slid on the metal pole, and the fabric rustled in the process. She tilted her head to get a better look at who was intruding, expecting it to be a nurse or a doctor, just to find some old guy looking at her with a confused expression on his face.
His hairline had receded considerably. And what few strands of hair he did have, matched the color of the bags underneath his eyes. The large ugly glasses that he wore did their best to hide his green eyes, but they failed. He looked kind and in desperate need of sleep. Probably some coffee as well. His clothes were well worn, with an unironed button up shirt with the ugliest pattern Weiss had ever seen, and a pair of old jeans.
"Taylor?" He croaked. Weiss raised an eyebrow. She didn't know anyone named Taylor, so he must've confused her with someone else, which was weird. All Schnee's were known to have white hair, pale skin, and blue eyes, it wasn't exactly a common combination. Her family always stood out, even on Remnant, and certainly made sneaking around at times difficult.
"I think you got the wrong person." A voice that wasn't Weiss' said, which caused her eyes to widen. Her voice was the one part of her she knew intimately, years of vocal lessons meant she knew every decibel her vocal chords could generate, and that wasn't any of them. She felt her lips move, but a different voice was coming out! Her left hand immediately went to her throat. What the hell was that?
"Taylor, I'm so glad you're awake." The old guy said, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
This was rapidly turning into a problem, either he was delusional, or this was a dream, or something worse. She scanned his face, seeing not a hint of deception, or deceit, or any falsehoods. She didn't find any.
"I told you, sir, I think you got the wrong person." Weiss rolled her eyes at him, but they widened once again. The foreign voice returned again, clearly coming out of her lips. It was huskier than Weiss' own, and sounded younger.
The old man paused midstep, his arms frozen by his side. He looked more shocked now, rather than confused. She felt a bit bad knowing she was dashing his dreams, but she had to assert herself.
"T-Taylor, what's wrong?" The old guy looked like he was about to faint. "You don't remember? Any of it?"
How many times was Weiss going to have to tell him that her name wasn't Taylor? She liked to think that she was a lot nicer now, but he was starting to get on her nerves. Though she was starting to notice a few abnormalities, her voice, her sudden increase in height, her muscles not feeling quite the same as she was used to, everything felt strange.
"I'm not sure how many times I'll have to tell you to get it through your thick skull, but my name isn't Taylor-" The strange voice died in Weiss' throat as she finally got a glimpse of her hair, the strands flying past her eyes as she spoke. It was black and curly, not white and straight like it was supposed to be. T-This wasn't her hair, this wasn't her voice. Weiss' eyes darted around her makeshift room, looking for something to confirm her fears, finding an empty metal tray on her bedside table and holding it in front of her face.
An unfamiliar face with Weiss' sapphire blue eyes stared back at her, which caused her headache to intensify. Oh great, either she had finally gone crazy or–
The ground rushed up to meet her.
A/N
Welcome to my newest Weissikai. If I had a penny for everytime I isekaied Weiss in Brockton Bay, I'd have two, which is weird.
Except Weiss is now in Taylor's body, which should be different enough.
This was written with the help of Night_stalker and by BluexXHorizon (who came up with the idea and is the editor)
I commissioned an amazing artist for this
