The Life and Times of Whitley Schnee (A RWBY Adventure AU)

[Magoose]

The Rumor Mill:

Weiss Schnee: D100 => 3

(Weiss POV)

The car came too quickly for you to notice it, the sirens blare in your mind as the bullets came out. Aura flaring…

A Bag getting placed over your head as you went limp… and darkness swallowed you whole.

When you came two, you only had a voice to greet you. "Hello, Miss Schnee…" The Tiger Faunus gave you a smile as her blade went to your neck. "Tell me… how does it feel to be on this side of the blade?"

"Get the camera ready… I want the whole world watching."

Reward: Weiss Schnee has been kidnapped by the White Fang.

Adventure Unlocked.

Winter Schnee: D100 => 27

(WInter POV)

In your short life, you never felt true sorrow. Oh sure, you had mourned, you had lost Grandfather to his illness, and the self-imposed Exile of your Grandmother… the Drunk mother and the abusive father.

But you always took solace in Weiss' Growth as a person, trying to get away from the overbearing father who was controlling every moment of her life…

And the infectious nature of your little brother's wish to be the next Nicholas, while confusing, was always enough to put a smile on your face…

This news. This was too much.

You saw your sister imprisoned.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

Reward: Winter is desperate to save her sister, but is under orders to do absolutely nothing… to many variables unknown.

She is very close to going AWOL to launch her own rescue mission.


Jacques "Jackass" Schnee: D100 => 76

A miscalculation. You had taken the risk to be out in public to galvanize support on a new project, a dust mine.

To be ambushed, and lose Weiss… That was something that would not stand.

But it also leads to an opportunity.

"General. You have seen this… madness with your own eyes. They are dangerous rapscallions who are not above taking little girls. This is not an attempt on company property or personal. This is an attack on a civilian who has no role in this company, save for being my daughter."

"I can certainly make it worth your while."

James Ironwood: D100 => 61

The General gave a small sigh. "Fine. I'll send my best men on it."

Reward: Jacques is very worried about the changing situation that is now developing, but has Strong-Armed Ironwood into helping him.

'Whitley' Schnee: D100 => 62

That worked better than expected…

"Sienna… I believe that my payment should be doubled for this… Escapade-"

Klein: D100 => 94

The Bullet entered that little cunt before he could say anything else. "I warned you that Jacques was a very poor judge of character, but he never listens to the advice of a butler."

Willow Schnee:D100 => 99

Willow walked over to the bleeding dwarf and growled. Looking up, that little shit stain that had once been the body double of Whitley Schnee was… staring only at an armored woman. Clad in steel, with a revolver in hand, as she pressed it against his temple. "Tell me… Where is my daughter?"

Reward: Willow has… had enough, and is taking Klein with her to mount her own rescue of her daughter.

The White Fang: D100 => 99

"We lost the asset."

"It matters little. This… Victory can do great things for our cause. We need them to act first. Once they do… Not even Ozpin would stand to this. And all our objectives will soon be fulfilled."

"What about… Belladonna?"

"We have his daughter under lock and key, and loyal to our cause... he will not protest, not if he cares enough about his daughter."

"And Taurus?"

"He will make sure she does not go anywhere near Schnee."

"All the Faunus will be free from Tyranny when Schnee makes the final mistake."

Reward: Plans are in motion.

AN: enjoy.

And if you can look in the distance, you can see canon being drowned.

 

[Mycielhasbroken]

I hope this works, but after a few hours of work I made this!

The second image shows a speech bubble and the first image most of the sword. I hope you guys like it!

 

[Cyberphilosipher]

Uncertain Times, Uncertain Orders

(Jet Ulric POV)

"Colonel Ulric." The general said as you walked into his office following his meeting with Jaques Schnee.

"General Ironwood." You said firmly. "I must protest...our use of force in this situation."

James sighed as he facepalmed slowly as he got up out of his chair to look at the city he swore to protect. "What can I do for you that hasn't already been done, I'm in a corner? Jaques has our economy by the balls and with the White Fang acting against Civilians... my hand is being forced."

"Specialists alone will not win this day, you damn well know that. The White Fang has been gathering soldiers and equipment for years, they have a stable support base and a viable well organized population willing to fight and die for these ideals." You said.

"I've read the reports on their Thefts and Arms Dealings with Bandits...they've also been using said gangs as target practice." James said bitterly. "They've been doing more damage against those clans then the Mistral Malita and Our own peacekeeping forces for years. Hell, they are considered GOOD by some sections of society or at least the lesser evil."

"A lesser evil is still an Evil sir." You said.

"We don't have the luxury of doing what is considered right in your mind, Colonel, we haven't had that Luxury since the Revolution." James said.

"We made a considerable error...with letting Ghira retire, he was at least manageable, with peace being his end goal." You said.

"We can't control men...no matter how hard we try." He then pulled out a flask. "Colonel, what are you thinking?"

"You know my opinions on the matter James, on a lot of things." You said.

"The ANTI-ATLAS UNION GROUP. With a name like that you make me question if you're not a Mantle Populist Jet...the sort of Rhetoric you're pulling with certain units has caused minor incidents in the past." James said. "Need I remind you of your troubled relationship with the Navy."

"Tell the Navy they can shove it up their ass. Ollie especially. Her elitist cadre can go fuck themselves. Selling themselves out like whores at a Twin God festival." You said.

James sighed. "You're supposed to be better than this Colonel! You and all your fellows."

"No sir..you're supposed to be better than this. We are soldiers, meant to PROTECT PEOPLE, not these special interest group who can order us around like drones. I ask that after this mission, we look long and hard at our actions as of late when it comes to our actions and who directs them." You said.

James gritted his teeth in anger. "Colonel, I respect your resolve, but for the sake of Military Stability...chose your next words carefully."

"James...I'm looking into the Mecha Carrier Ideas and besides my formal complaints about Navy Funding." You said handing over a design document along with the machines that they would be carrying.

He took a moment and looked it over. And then did so again. "And what will this be long term, Grimm can attack and destroy carrier Airship crafts, that's why we haven't gone in on Carrier Doctrine despite its usefulness...and what's with the Mechs...they are kinda small?"

"I know you have a penchant for BIG robots and Drones, but this is a practical mix of Human Pilots and armor." You said.

"I don't have enough budget to approve Polidina's project, the new drone soldiers, and the Paladin to tack on another expense...not without running it through HIGHCOM." He said.

"Do it but I'm not going to be needing your approval on the Carrier." You said.

"Hmm." He said.

"I've used my own connections to finance it." You said.

That made James lean back as he seemed stunned that you went behind his back. "How long have you been doing this?"

You shrugged. "Why should you care...you let Ollie run around making her Atlas First ideals and Jaques bribe money to flow into the Military Budget."

"A Necessary Evil Jet...you don't know what could be out there waiting in the Dark." He said.

"Your right sir...I don't but I will not let Fear of man or Grimm, compromise who I am…" You said.

You then saluted. "So you intend to leave me and the service?"

"Intend to sir...you actually think that I have second thoughts about this." You said tearing off your rank patch.

"I hope in your mad desire to carry the world on your back...it does not destroy you sir." You finished, saluting and finally leaving.

It would not be easy now, buy you had your ways to get what you wanted. You still had friends and allies aplenty.

You then picked up your Scroll and put in a number. "Hill, I need to know if you've been bought out this quarter, because I'm in need of a list of items, don't ask about manpower or machinery, I'll take care of it."

You stopped to hear him complain.

"No...I want Robyn to SHUT UP ABOUT Mantle and focus on the Big picture for once! This is a bit bigger than your daughter's Mantle-based social populism. We are calling a meeting of supporters. If this all goes right I'm certain we will make sure that the SDC doesn't buy out Everyone."

AN: Politics based on Gundam, IN MY RWBY QUEST.

It's more likely than you think.

Enjoy!

 

[UNKNOWN01]

Calling (Part 2 of 2)

Whitley Schnee, now twelve years old and under the alias of Cole Crystal, was able to admit that he wasn't the most social person in the world.

...Nor even the most social person in his family, though he would at least take comfort in the fact that he was better than his father, if only due to the fact that Whitley was actually capable of feeling empathy towards others.

That said, it still didn't meant much in the general sense of the word, he didn't know what people of his age actually liked, though he could at least say that he had a fashion sense, if only due to the fact that he needed to look good in front of the cameras to mantain the illusion of a 'Perfect and Functional Family' instead of... whatever the Schnee family truly was.

On the theme of fashion and, more specifically, clothes, Whitley was starting to get tired of his.

He had been using the same group of clothes that he brought with himself once he escaped the Schnee manor during all the time he had been in Argus, and while he had been truly dilligent in cleaning and washing his own clothes ever since to make sure he was able to reduce using some for less than two days, the problem was that he still had only four sets of clothes maximum and he was starting to get tired of them.

It came as a surprise, really; His new freedom was... stimulating. He never entretained thoughts like this when he was in his old home, he would never talk to anyone outside of his family and Klein (Brothers bless his heart, a calm face in the middle of the storm that was his family, even if he was never truly close to him), and maye the occasional event where he would get some fine, fancy clothes that he would probably never use again outside of said event.

Now though, having been living around much more people (even if his actual interactions with others were practically non-existant outside of maybe Ms. Nikos), had made him feel self-concious about his own fashion style.

So, he decided that, making use of his new found freedom, he would buy new clothes, by himself.

He decided this after one of the torture sessions that Ms. Nikos called 'Training', though he still went on with those, if only because the results couldn't be denied.

In the end, the exhaustion made him more likely to spill his thoughts out, and he ended up telling her about his idea to buy new clothes after the training.

"Your family never let you buy your own clothes?" Pyrrah asked, she decided to attempt to get to know him a little better after his slip of tongue.

Whitley sighed, "No, my father was a little..." 'Manipulative. Controlling. Cold.' "-Stiff, so I never actually needed many clothes because I would spend almost all of my time locked inside our house".

"Oh." She wasn't an expert in family relationships, nor in family dynamics, but she definitely thought that having a child locked almost all the time in his own home sounded bad.

From her perspective, Cole Crystal was both a mystery, and a source of worry for his own health.

She knew little to nothing about his past, but what he let slip through the cracks didn't leave her with the idea of a good or stable family, that's for sure.

She knew that his father was... Difficult, that his mother was alcoholic, that he at least seemed to respect his sisters, and that he idolized his grandfather, but that didn't leave her with much to go.

She thought that no child, which was saying something considering her own age, should be forced to flee his own home.

Thus, she worried about Cole, and when she heard about his idea to go buy some clothes for himself...

"I could maybe help you!" She thought that would help her to understand Cole a little better, and that it would maybe allow her to dig a little more into his past.

Of course, Whitley was against that, "What? No!" He didn't liked the idea of having Ms. Nikos helping him to buy his own clothes.

"Why not?" He... didn't really had a reason to say no, he just didn't liked it.

"Just... No!" At this, Pyrrah thought for a moment a few arguments to convince him.

"Well... I was going to go and see some if I would buys some clothes for myself anyways, and besides, I could show you the places where there are better service!" That was the truth, she could, of course, but it was mostly due to observation and rumors than by being able to buy clothes by herself.

Whitley thought about her offer for a moment, he was a naturally reserved person, but he didn't really had any reason to say no, and she was going to do so anyways....

"...Fine" He conceded, her face gained a small smile on it when he did.

And so, the next day in the afternoon, the two of them entered the more commercial part of Argus.

It was at this point that Pyrrah realized two things

Number One: She could actually buy stuff. Her new weatlh had left her with a great amount of options once impossible for her, and she was now just truly realizing that.

Number Two: She was still a celebrity, even if only a minor one, and there were still a few people who where interested in interviews for Pyrrah Nikos, both the champion and the mascot of Pumpkin Pete's.

So...

"Well, it seems that you are truly famous, Ms. Nikos," Complained Whitley, hiding from a group of insistent Paparazzi that saw Pyrrah, "I was only going to buy clothes, and now were hiding from paparazzi."

"I'm sorry!" she apologized, hiding her face inside her hoodie.

It took them a few hours to traverse Argus' commercial zone without having someone recognizing Pyrrah's face, but they finally reached a decent clothing store.

"What about this? I think that it may suit you!" In Pyrrah's hands was a grey hoodie, which was being offered to Whitley.

"...Thanks." He was feeling awkward, he felt wierd not only going out to buy his own clothes, but to also have someone else buying alongside him.

He had brought some clothes for himself, mostly simple pants, shoes and shirts, though he had been looking towards purchasing a few hats he had seen on the shelves outside the store; a santa hat and a top hat.

It was pretty silly, he knew but he would like to have those, even if it were only to joke around...

"Cole," He felt Pyrrah tapping his shoulder, "I'm going to try on a few clothes, could you stay, um, vigilant...? you know because of..." She trailed off, but he knew what she was talking about, "I'm sorry, you would have finished this already if it weren't because of me."

Whitley wasn't good with people, but he at least wanted to be a good... associated with her, "It's... fine, I'm actually enjoying this." Surprisingly, he wasn't lying, he was... actually enjoying having a 'normal' moment in his life.

Pyrrah actually smiled at his admission, "Really? I'm glad, I thought that you would be annoyed about this!" It was a relief on her part, "Still I'm going to change, call me if you see... any of those people."

At this, Whitley frowned "How am I going to warn you about any paparazzi then?"

"Um... What about if you make a lot of noise!"

He sighed, a little 'Fine' and with that, she went on to the back of the store and into one of the changing rooms.

...Whitley then decided to just go and buy those hats.

As he went to the register with his new hats in tow, he saw a group of people vaguely familiar...

"I swear, I saw her enter this very place! We will get an interview with Pyrrah Nikos!"

'Ah. Right.' Those were the same people that were searching for them during this whole afternoon.

He looked between them and Pyrrah's room.

He thought about this as he finished paying for his own clothes, when an strike of inspiration suddenly hit him.

His Grandfather's technique, The Sloth Calling!

...In many ways, he epected to have to use it in a more dramatic scene, but it would work nonetheless.

He loked at the employee, "I apologize in advance." and proceeded do his Grandfather proud (or ashamed, but he preferred to not to think about that at the moment) "Ejem... KURRRA! KURRRA! KURRRA!".

...And with that, he had managed to get the attention of everone in the store.

He felt embarrased, while he wasn't new to having any eyes looking at him, he was new to the feeling of actually embarrasing himself infront of many people.

Still he seemingly accomplished his objective, as he saw Pyrrah getting out of her changing room to look at him, and then realized about the papparattzi.

With that done, he quickly ran out of the store.

...It had been an interesting day.

"I'm sorry!" Pyrrah, having managed to escape the store withuot alerting any members of the paparazzi, was apologizing to Whitley as hard as she could "I didn't thought you would actually had to do it, I'm so sorry about that!"

Whitley sighed, today... had been a long one, and he was tired.

"It's fine."

Pyrrah still looked at him not entirely convinced, "Still... Thank you, you really did me a favor, Crys."

Whtiley raised an eyebrow at that "'Crys'?".

"Oh, well, it's just that I thought that it would sound good on you... and I heard that friends do that, and..."

Whitley looked at the rambling Pyrrah, "It's... nice? I suppose..."

Pyrrah smiled at him, "So... that means we are friends?".

"We... are associaties, for now, Pyrrah."

Pyrrah sighed, 'Still, progress!' she thought.

It was going to be take a while to truly understand him...


AN: You know, I planned on finishing this tomorrow, but that Rumor Mill made me want to finish this today.

This wasn't supposed to be this large, but once again, it took a conciousness of it's own.

This was inspired by a few earlier discussions about hats, memes and clothes.

I wanted to go for a Brother-Sister relationship here, because I thought that Whitley wasn't going to see Weiss for quite a while... Until the Rumor Mill happened.

 

[Magoose]

The Calling of the Snow, and Adventure:

"All of Remnant can see now, the SDC, and its most horrid overlords, the Schnee family, are not invincible. Despite their crimes against the Faunus People and the citizens of Remnant, they have not been punished for their many injustices.

Soon, however, if our demands are not met, they will be, starting with the Schnee daughter.

We do not want to hurt her Jacques Schnee, but if you continue the policies that you have used to enrich yourself and your cronies, who have done nothing but trample on the rights of the people…

But what will happen next, will be on your head."

Blood turned to ice as you saw Weiss strapped to the chair, looking exhausted as she looked up to the camera, not under her own power as a hand forced her to look up.

To see the world through a camera.

And there was nothing you could do.

Not without putting yourself in mortal danger.

But you knew that danger was in your future.

Things were moving quickly… and there were things you needed to do.

You felt the call to adventure, and you could not ignore it.

What do you do:

[]Operation Winter Gale: You are going to rescue your sister, no ifs, and, or buts. You will walk into the jaws of hell alone if need be, to get her out of there.

[]To Grandmother's House You Go: You have not seen your grandmother in almost 6 years, since Grandfather died. You hope she will not be too surprised with you showing up on her doorstep to ask for some help... the problem is, you need to get to her mansion. In the middle of a Grimm-infested wilderness. Wonderful.

[]To Recover and Mourn: There is a duo that came into town, from the wilderness, named Ren and Nora. They are gathering an expedition to Kuroyuri village. To recover artifacts from the village, and the bodies of those who were lost. They were promising payment once the mission was over… but you knew that they were broke. So why would they risk it on a damned village Expedition?

[]Of Spartans and Gladiators: Pyrrha is going to Mistral because she was invited by Professor Leo Lionheart to a ceremony to be given a reward for her victory. She has invited you… her only friend to join her. You have a bad feeling about this, and you don't know why. (Pyrrha will automatically join you.)

[]To Seek Fortune: There is rumors that there is a massive dust deposit in the Northern Mountains of Anima, within the great snowfields of the Lion Hills. You are going to find it.


Who do you Hire:

(Choose 1)

[]Mercenaries: you will gather a collection of mercs and huntsmen. You need bloody killers where you are going (Get to chose Mercenary Minturn)

[]Recruit from Sanctum: The Students of Sanctum are children with dreams. of Wealth, glory... of altruism. They want to help their friends, and one of their own... and while they are not your peers... they know of you. You just need to convince them that you are the one who is worthy of following. Pyrrha has gathered her class to the Gym... Now it is up to you. (Start Sanctum Speech Minturn)

[]Ask Pyrrha to come: Your friend will come with you... right? (You will get a miniturn to recruit her)

[]Go alone: You will do it yourself like your grandfather did before you.

AN: This is just choosing the adventure.

Plan format please.

 

[Magoose]

Operations Winter's Gale 1: Assembling the team:

"I'm looking for people who are willing to kill White Fang for money." you had been rather blunt with your…

Invitation to a near-suicide mission against a well-organized force that was not in the mood for negotiations.

But… You had caught the attention of some of the most unsavory, greedy, and possibly… murderous batch of weirdos whom you have ever had the displeasure of meeting.

There were some diamonds in the rough, but you feared that many of them were… not doing this out of the noblest of intentions.

Recruit Quality:D100 => 75 (Well they are the finest batch of killers you can find, if not totally… Good people)

But they came. And… well you didn't have a lot of money, but you had enough.

Who do you Hire:

Note: You have 80,000 Lien)

[]Marcus Black: The most infamous hitman in Mistral. The Bastard had assassinated two councilmen… Three of SDC's competitors on father's orders and is a right cunt above all else… But he had a strange moral code on him that made him one of the most dangerous men you've ever met. He was also a drunk, a murderer, and a man who never broke a contract...who was bringing his son along… and was willing to take all your money to do it. (Cost 80,000 Lien, Also brings Mercury Black)

[]Warren "The Werker '' Wicker: He is a former SDC employee, let off the company for being… well fond of torturing Faunus trespassers who tried to break the contract, strike or generally being an annoyance to the company and the bottom line. The man is also a big game hunter, and with that rifle he carried, and how many notches he made… you thought he murdered more Faunus, than Grimm. But the man was loyal to the Schnee name. And he is lowering his cost, so he can rescue the Young "Schneebling" as he calls your sister. You feel ill as he said that word. (Cost 40,000 Lien)

[]Cima Greenfield and her Crew of the 21: She's an odd case. A Skypirate by Trade, mech pilot formally part of the Mistral Defense Force that just… stole the mech and the airship she now called home, she has a crew in dire need of adventure and fun. That adventure being money, and fun being looting. But she is more… Well principled than the others. Also, that cool ship of hers might be useful. (Cost 75,000 Lien)

[]Jane Silver Shepherd: The Sole Survivor of her Huntsmen Team from Havan Academy, she turned to banditry to make ends meet, and to avoid the Bandit that killed her team, some Bitch named Raven Branwen. She has a death wish and a robotic arm that has a flamethrower and rocket launcher and has some type of handgun that can shoot lightning. Luckily, she's cheap… but might be more willing to die, than help you. (Cost 20,000 Lien)

[]Adam Redwood: The most interesting recruit, he's a former White Fang who parted on… less than amicable terms with his former comrades. They had threatened to kill a human child as retribution for a mining accident that had killed ten Faunus. He still believed in the cause… but thinks it's been led astray by… people who think violence is the only answer. (Cost 30,000 Lien)

ANL enjoy.

 

[Magoose]

The Last Minutes of Nicholas Schnee:

(Willow POV)

Whitley had just been sent to bed as you tucked your father in. "It's time to go to sleep father." You said with a quiet, kind voice as your father wheezed and coughed.

He had become so frail, his white hair less wispy and firm, but now it was weary, like a torn cord that had been picked apart by hand, frilled and squeezed together. His magnificent beard, once trimmed, and proper, was now long, whispy, and unkempt, he had long given up trying to shave or keep it clean on his deathbed. His frame, once an envious sight to the Atlesian Elite and… your mother alike, was frail, skin and bones. His brilliant blue eyes dull, his sight almost all but taken from him by the dust mines.

"Oh come now my dear, there is no need to hide what troubles you. My condition is getting better… Ho ho-'' He hacked, coughing up blood into his mattress as you walked over to help him. "I'm so sorry my dear, that you must continue to see me like this."

"Father, it's not your fault." yes it was. He chose what he did with his life and he's suffering the consequences. "Age always gets to us eventually."

But you saw your father turn away. "I have failed you, my dear." His words struck you hard.

"No you haven't." you protested as you held his hand, feeling the tears well up into your eyes.

"No, I have." He replied, squeezing your hand, but looking away from your eyes. "I have quested out on adventures and projects that have kept me away from my home, from you. I have let you make assumptions about me, about my work… about if I love you."

"Father, I know you love me." you stated firmly. Whether it was for him, or yourself, you did not know.

"But I never showed it. I was too blind to my own ambitions to see you needed me." He replied, letting go. "And now it is too late… far too late for that to change."

"We can still try another doctor." you begged.

Nicholas Schnee was many things to many people, but to you, he was always the man whom you never could get approval from. You wanted so hard for his approval, that you tried to emulate him. Even when you married Jacques, falling for his grace and nobility, charm, you worked hard to be a Huntress, a wife, and a true Heiress to the Schnee name.

But nothing you could do could net you his approval.

Nothing you did could make him say, I love you to your face.

"Willow, my sweet child, I must ask you something. Something that only you can do."

You raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" You asked.

"Kill me." He begged.

"What?" You stammered. Had he just asked?

"Willow." He held your hand before he put it on his neck. "I know you are strong, but this pain is so horrid, so horrible, that being stuck with it, tormenting my body and destroying it from within."

"Father, I cannot." so many things could go wrong.

"DO AS I COMMAND!" He raised his voice, booming in the way that he had done so on expeditions so many times before his strength failed him. He saw the tears in your eyes and whipped them with his hand, before moving your face towards him.

"Willow… I love you always." He said with softness.

You looked defeated. He knew how long you wished to hear him say those words.

He let go and laid back, tears in his eyes, knowing what needed to happen.

And you granted his wish. The Coroner said he died in his sleep, blood blocking his airways.

How you wished that was the truth.

What Whitley said was cruel…

But he didn't know the truth.

He didn't know how much you loved him by locking him away, to prevent him from trying to emulate his grandfather.

Now it was far too late for him to change.

AN: Enjoy.

Also, this entire thing is told from a biased perspective.

Some of it is truth. Other bits are fabrications of Willow's Guilt and memories.

 

[UNKNOWN01]

Mirror, Mirror, why does this feels...

"Now, stay nice and quiet here while we do our job, Schnee 'Princess', he!"

"We should have killed her, she should pay for her crimes!"

"Sienna's orders. Now shut up, I enjoy this as much as you do."

"What a waste! They should have at least let us blow off some steam on her, I'm sure that she has her Aura unlocked."

"Sienna wants to keep the goods in good quality. It sucks, but it is what is is."

She could hear her kidnappers talking.

She could hear them desiring to kill her, to punish her for her 'crimes', to make her pay for things she didn't do.

She could feel the bindings around her hands.

She could hear them talking about her as some package, some object to be traded, or as some symbol to break.

She could say that this was the worst day of her life up until now.

She had been kidnapped, treated with hate and scorn, with the only reason for her relative safety was due to her usefulness as a tool, a toy, a doll.

...Weiss Schnee was scared, tired and angry.

She was bound, at the will of her captors, with her own guard wanting to grab her and 'make her pay', if not to outright kill her, with her only hope of escape in hands of forces outside her control.

She cried for a while at this whole situation, before one of her guards menaced her to shut up or that he would shut her up.

She hadn't slept since being kidnapped, with her guards purposefully attempting to keep her like that, in order to have some outlet to their desires.

She was angry at those disgusting guards, who hated her only because of her name, and for actions not done by her and outside of her control.

She was angry at the White Fang, who had alrady kidnapped and murdered many of the high-ranked members of the SDC, including some of their sons and daughters, many of which were acquaintances of hers' in the last years.

She was angry at her family, or more specifically, at her parents, who were the sole reason she was in this situation; Her father, who was at fault that the White Fang hated her family, with his cruelty and indifference towards the faunus, and her mother, a drunkward who had abandoned her and her siblings to their fates under the thumb of her father.

...And more than anything, Weiss Schnee was angry at herself.

She hated herself for allowing herself feel fear, she hated herself for allowing her fated to be in the hands of others, she hated herself for allowing herself to be defenseless, she hated herself for allowing herself to be used as a doll.

...She hated how weirdly familiar this situation was for her.

She knew that, from a logic point of view, there was nothing she could do, being taken out by surprise, and without her weapons, but still...

(She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms).

She had been training for years, in an attempt to assert her independence from her family, in an attempt to make her own way, in an attempt to escaped from her father's thumb.

And where had all that training been when she was taken captive without even a fight? Where had all those years of effort gone?

She felt ashamed, and now her fate was being decided by others, just like always.

(She could feel her palms bleeding).

...Never again.

She would get out of this, she would recover from this, she would make sure that she would never have to feel like this again, She would make sure to never be a Doll again!.

...But for now, all she could do was wait for someone to save her.

...Just like home.

AN: Well, I got inspired, and here's another omake!

 

[Randino Treviani]

Omake I Know that Call Anywhere.

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Klien had never driven one of the SDC's Armored All Terrain Vehicles, and it had proven more of a challenge than he had expected. It was not the size that was the issue, but rather the raw power of the military grade engine. Still, it was an entirely neccessary Complication. Afterall -CRASH- they had to get thru that blasted gate somehow.

Said gate lied in Ruin behind them. The long underground tunnel was by far the most out of the way entrance to the facility the white fang had decided to keep their hostage in, but it was also the least guarded.

Once Lady Willow dispatched said guards, it had been a simple matter of disabling the alarms and Finding a way thru the large gate. It was lamentable that whoever was in charge had the wisdom to leave the sentries without a way of opening it, but they had made do.

"Klien stop here. We'll have to go the rest of the way on foot." Lady willow said, barely waiting for you to slow down before leaping from the vehicle. Weighed down by your bullet proof vest, bandolier, and automatic rifle you struggled to keep up. Eventually you reached the the underground parking area the tunnel lead to. Lady Willow had dispatched another two white fang soldiers already and was examining a map conveniently placed next to the stairs leading above.

"The facility is larger than I was expecting. Where could they be holding her?" Willow hissed in frustration.

"Our informant knew to little to say for sure, but I would hazard a guess that she is kept in one of these three locations." Klien answered, tapping each location on the map in order of proximity.

"We'll need to move quietly." Willow said, before cautiously starting up the stairs. Stealth was more important than speed at this point. They were approaching the second floor entrance when a familiar sound echoed from above.

"KURRRA! KURRRA! KURRRA!"

Lady Willow started sharply, her head craning upwards. "Tha-That was fathers Sloth Call" she said, awe and confusion lining her voice.

"Yes, but Master Whitley's Voice. I recognize the pitch." Klien said. He was not overly surprised to find the young man here. Like the late lord Nicholas, putting family before his own life and health were second nature. It was impressive that he'd beaten them there tho.

"Foolish, brave boy." Willow whispered, worry warring with pride. Abandoning stealth, she ran up the stairs, and all Klien could do was cover her back.

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I had to improvise since I don't actually know anything about where Weiss is being held.

 

[UNKNOWN01]

Scars

With one last strike, he saw his companion drop to the ground, breathing heavily, tired, and filled with sweat.

(Her figure in the ground, below him, her face still filled with that piercing glare-)

He shook his head.

Adam Taurus watched his partner, his friend his pupil (there was something more?/And nothing more), Blake Belladona struggle to get on her feet.

He grabbed one of her arms, and pulled her up, "Come on, get up girl," he let go of her arm, "Training's over for now, go to the showers, the mission is in three hours."

It was the standard mission for the White Fang; An attack on another dust cargo of the SDC.

She nodded, "How it was today?" she asked between breaths.

"Your improved, almost depleted a quarter of my aura." She had been improving a lot these past months, he was proud of her.

"Right..." There was something bothering her, he could notice.

"Something wrong?" Her face twisted into a frown.

"...Do you think," she was tense, almost scared to ask, "That there are going to be any... 'Incidents' today...?" She was looking to the ground, trees, anything except him and his face, or mask, to be precise.

'Ah,' He realized, 'There it is.'

"...Maybe." She didn't understand; that was fine, she would get it in the future.

Her face darkened, she wasn't happy about it, sometimes he himself wasn't happy about it, but it needed to be done.

Without another word, she walked back to the showers, and to get ready for the deployment.

Now alone, Adam took a moment to breath and rest from the training.

He adjusted his mask, the one he had been using from years since...

Since...

"Hold still animal!"

"I'll teach to respect your betters."

"Now this will do..."

"I hope that this reminds you of your place, beast!"

...Sometimes, it still ached, he sometimes remembered the pain, he sometimes was back in that Atlesian mine.

But today, today wasn't one of these days.

He saw the news, how that Schnee brat was captured, how she was now in their posseasion.

He would have loved to be able to make her pay, to make her feel what he and so many others had felt due to her families' actions, if only...

But he knew that she would serve a better purpose as a hostage, a bargain chip, it wasn't what he had in mind, but maybe this would teach her something to that... that...Bitch!

'Inhale,' Adam took a breath in, 'Exhale' then exhaled.

It wouldn't be good for him to act like this in the next mission.

He needed a shower, he needed to clear his mind, he needed to be ready for the next mission.

He was able to see Blake exiting the showers, she had the clothes that she used when it come to the operations on her.

(He thought she looked beautiful, her striking eyes, her slim figure, her soft flesh-)

He crushed the thoughts that have started popping in his head.

He didn't realized that he had been doing things in automatic until he started feeling the water touching his skin.

He allowed himself to relax, if only for a moment.

...Sometimes he remembered his first accident.

The shock, the disgust, the horror.

And the pride when he was hailed as a hero afterwards.

He remembered his conversation he had with Ghira after that.

[...]

Ghira had called him to his office, he was sitting down in front of him, only separated for a wooden table.

"Adam," His voice was tired, not like the voice he used to inspire the faunus across the whole White Fang, "You know why I asked you to be here." It wasn't a question.

Adam looked down, he knew why, he didn't wanted to go back to that moment.

"It's because of my," His voice was shaking, he didn't liked that, he hated that, "Actions back with the human assault."

Ghira sent him a look, he felt sorry for him, he was pitying him.

He didn't wanted anybody's pity.

Ghira's voice took him out of his thoughts, "I understand what happened," his voice was gruff, yet kind, "But I want you to know that I don't approve of what happened."

He understood that, he knew that Ghira didn't approved of that, he understood that, he understood that-

Ghira kept talking, "I want the White Fang to be able to dfend itself-"

He understood that, he...

Ghira kept talking, "But I there's such a thing as going too far-"

He...

Ghira kept talking, "Killing that human was going too far."

He... couldn't stop himself from asking.

"Why?"

Ghira looked at him in the eyes, surprised by his question, "What?"

Adam had to gather his entire courage to keep talking, "Why? They wouldn't had stopped if they had killed us; Their whole objective was to kill us, why is it wrong for us to fight back?" He felt like he was choking.

"Adam..." He was being pitied, "We must show them that we are better, if we start killing each other, then we will never be able to reach peace; To coexist."

But why? "This is our world too... We shouldn't need to show them that they don't need to attack us!" He would choke if he didn't asked this question now, "It shouldn't be in the hands of humans to decide that they want us as equals or not! If they don't want us to be equals, then they should just shut the fuck up! We are fucking alive and we are the same as them, better even! so they shouldn't be allowed to threat us like this!" They should be the ones suffering, they should be the ones marked, scarred- "They should be punished for thinking themselves better than us!"

"Adam." Ghira called to him-

"They should be punished-!" He was choking.

"Adam."

"They should pay-!"

"Adam!"

"They should all just fucking die!" His eyes were wet.

"ADAM!" Ghira grabbed him by his shoulders.

"Adam, look at me." He did so, "Adam. Breath." He did so, "Inhale." He did so, "Exhale."

He repeated the process a few times.

Ghira looked at him in the eyes, "Better?" He nodded, "Good."

Neither said a word for a few moments.

Ghira sighed, "Adam, I understand you, I believe in what you say, and I wish that this world wouldn't need to be so altered for us to live in harmony, but this world isn't perfect, and I know it won't ever be; I would never deny our right to defend ourselves, we are alive, we have rights, we need to make our voices be heard, but you know what happens when we we pay blood for blood? The situation escalates; right now, there are more humans in Remnant than faunus, if we did go to the racial war that I have heard that many want, we would be much worse, we would lose, and we would be back to square one."

Adam could understand that, it was terrible, but made sense.

Ghira continued, "That is the practical reason; The other is because... I truly want for us to be better, for us to be able to reach equality by love, harmony, by respecting each other, not by the force of arms. Wars create scars, Adam. and even when they heal, the marks of those scars never fade. I want for humans and faunus to live and coexist, to be treated as just one race, for us to be able to walk together to whatever the future holds."

Ghira looked at Adam one more time, "I hope that you are able to understand this, Adam"

Adam could do nothing but nod.

[...]

Adam had wasted far more time than he intended when he took a bath.

As he and Blake meet each other while they waited for the time to strike.

"...Blake?

"Yes?"

"...I don't think that there going to be accidents this time." He would go easy on her this time around.

She was surprised, but her expression quickly relaxed.

"...Thank you." it was a wisper, but it was enough.

He was tired, he had seen many faunus being mistreated along the years, he despised humans; but he will still keep himself in check, if only for a while.

(Her smile was truly beautiful).

AN: So... This wasn't supposed to be this large.

I did wanted to make Adam sympathetic, and that he hadn't reached the same levels of asshole that he was in canon, but I also wanted to make it so that he was shown as someone with terrible impulse control and with issues (such as his troubling behaviour with Blake, who is a minor and younger than him in canon (20 somethings to her 17's at the start of canon)).

I hope that it was decent enough and that Ghira's rant was in good taste.