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

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Mercury Poisoning
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    • "Boy, get me another beer!" Marcus's voice yelled out from across the Cabin

    "Just a second dad" Mercury replied back, grabbing a fresh one from the mini fridge before placing it on the table as his dad roughly grabbed it and began drinking.

    "Dinners almost ready" The silver haired boy told his father

    "It fuckin better be" Was the reply back as Mercury quitetly made his way back into the kitchen.

    A nice spring chicken, all lovely and prepped up with carrots, brussel sprouts, mashed potato's, and seasoned with rosmary. All for daddy dearest.

    And now, for his secret ingredient!

    'Hope you enjoy your meal you Drunk asshole' He bitterly thought as he fixed up the food with Thallium Toxicity

    This odorless blend that he got from his mom before she unfortunately croaked would give his dad just what he deserved.

    Originally, he was planning too save this till he was 18, too wait until his dad had given him back his semblance too use it. Too make sure he felt whole before ridding himself of his awful past.

    But after that incident in the forest?

    Fuck his semblance!


    He would rather choke on one of his dads cheaper brands than spend another necessary minute with that abusive fuck. His legs still didn't feel right after he broke them both and made him walk back home.

    'Now I just need too wait six months for this shit too kick in' He thought as he brought it too the table for daddy dearest too chow down on, unaware of the effects it would have on his body.

    Either it would get him sick enough too finally die, or he would catch on and it would weaken him enough for Mercury too tear his heart from his chest. Doubly so if he was drunk.

    The meal all set as Marcus Black bit into another dinner that was envenomed by yours truly.

    'Enjoy your meal pops' Merc thought as he made his way up the stairs 'Lets hope its your last'




    [Hmm, I think I'll call this one 'Mercury Poisoning', lol. Anyway, another snippet into why Marcus is a piece of shit dad and I hope Mercury helps us kill him. Or at least thanks us for it and joins up so we can make life better for him.]
     
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    • So I've decided for my healths sake, to take one day off writing so I can enjoy myself... and to be healthy
     
    Verschneites Erbe
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    • Verschneites Erbe​

    The scroll of one Professor Ozpin Diggs beeped as he nonchalantly paused in his paperwork too take a look at it.

    "Hmm" He frowned, "I suppose Mr Whitley won't be joining me for Tea this week" He noted taking a glance at the unfinished paperwork, before knocking it across the desk as he headed towards the Elevator.

    More for Glynda, its what he paid her for afterall.

    The familar cheesy music of the contraption one of his older lives created as it took him down doing sufficient work at satisfing his boredom.

    *DING* The elevator finally stopped as he reached the Basement

    A horde of artifacts, each nearly as old as he would, ignored as he gingerly passed them by.

    Some things were just too dangerous for the World right now, the Maidens having been a perfect example of that.

    Honestly, a small part of him regretted giving up so much of his Magic like that. But it faded away each time he remembered all the good those girls had done with his powers.

    Anyway, he had finally reached the most valuable relic he had, one even his trusty cane was second fiddle too..

    His scrapbook

    "Ohh, it has been a while old friend" He wiped the excess amount of dust its leather top.

    This Book had been with him since he had discovered the Relics, a small mix of the his Magic and a little help with the Relic of Creation had allowed this grimoire too weave his memories inside. A Relic in its own right, one he may have never been able too continue fighting on without.

    "Now, lets see here.. " He flickered through the pages, catching glimpes of old foes, old friends, old continents...

    "AH, there you are" His hazel brown eyes twinkled as he looked over his white haired friend

    Nicolas Schnee

    "I'm sorry Nick" he glimpsed through his memories of the greatest friend of his generation "I tried too help your family, I reall did, but that greedy turk Jacques refused too let me in" He paused, looking over one good memory in particular

    Him a lad of 23 and Nick a man of 30. The Schnee patriarch on his knee's as he bestowed a gift upon him

    The Gift of his Family

    "This Whitley lad is quite like you" He mentioned, speaking almost as old Nick was here "I'll be sure too watch over him for you, he has the Gift I bestowed upon you after all... "
     
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    • radioxaxa said:
    Verschneites Erbe​

    The scroll of one Professor Ozpin Diggs beeped as he nonchalantly paused in his paperwork too take a look at it.

    "Hmm" He frowned, "I suppose Mr Whitley won't be joining me for Tea this week" He noted taking a glance at the unfinished paperwork, before knocking it across the desk as he headed towards the Elevator.

    More for Glynda, its what he paid her for afterall.

    The familar cheesy music of the contraption one of his older lives created as it took him down doing sufficient work at satisfing his boredom.

    *DING* The elevator finally stopped as he reached the Basement

    A horde of artifacts, each nearly as old as he would, ignored as he gingerly passed them by.

    Some things were just too dangerous for the World right now, the Maidens having been a perfect example of that.

    Honestly, a small part of him regretted giving up so much of his Magic like that. But it faded away each time he remembered all the good those girls had done with his powers.

    Anyway, he had finally reached the most valuable relic he had, one even his trusty cane was second fiddle too..

    His scrapbook

    "Ohh, it has been a while old friend" He wiped the excess amount of dust its leather top.

    This Book had been with him since he had discovered the Relics, a small mix of the his Magic and a little help with the Relic of Creation had allowed this grimoire too weave his memories inside. A Relic in its own right, one he may have never been able too continue fighting on without.

    "Now, lets see here.. " He flickered through the pages, catching glimpes of old foes, old friends, old continents...

    "AH, there you are" His hazel brown eyes twinkled as he looked over his white haired friend

    Nicolas Schnee

    "I'm sorry Nick" he glimpsed through his memories of the greatest friend of his generation "I tried too help your family, I reall did, but that greedy turk Jacques refused too let me in" He paused, looking over one good memory in particular

    Him a lad of 23 and Nick a man of 30. The Schnee patriarch on his knee's as he bestowed a gift upon him

    The Gift of his Family

    "This Whitley lad is quite like you" He mentioned, speaking almost as old Nick was here "I'll be sure too watch over him for you, he has the Gift I bestowed upon you after all... "
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    Riptide
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    • Riptide​

    "C'mon, c'mon" Navy blue eyes peered into the soft Pier of Argus harbour, a 15 year old boy trying too lay a hand into it.

    "C'mon, its just water, it can't hurt you" The boy grit his teeth, a single finger dipping down as it almost collided with the H20...



    Till the water pulled back and the boy groaned

    "Dammit!" Neptune cursed, falling onto his back, his semblance and fear of water once again getting the best of him. "Why can't I just do this right!" He huffed, looking glumly on the pier of Argus City

    How the hell was he supposed too be a Famous Huntsman if he couldn't even control his semblance properly?

    "Trouble in paradise?" A familiar voice startled the blue haired youth, a 27 year old white haired man wearing a Leather jacket taking a seat next too him as he carried too cups of tea with him.

    "Oh, Jup" Neptune greeted nervously, taking the offered cup into his hands and taking a sip "Whats-whats going on with you?" He asked his elder brother

    "Oh yeah" The white haired man shrugged "Work, Training, Grimm extermination missions, the usual" Jupiter Vasilias, leader of team JSBP(Jasper) mentioned, drinking his own tea as he raised a brow "So what are you doing at the Docks all by yourself."

    Neptune backed up freakishly "Oh you know, just-catchingsome sights, gettin a breath of fresh air, feeling all fre- The youngest brother paused at the look his older brother was giving him.

    "Were you trying too get over your fear of water again."

    "... Yeah" Neptune reluctantly admitted, rubbing his arm as Jupiter patted him on the back.

    "Look, what happened that day, wasn't your fault" Jupiter mentioned with a look of regret on his face "I shouldn't have just thrown you in like that, and you were clearly not ready too be just forced too swim on your own without adult supervision. Mom gave me such a tongue lashing for that" The elder brother recalled, him and Neptune having a bit of a chuckle remembering how he couldn't sit straight for a week after that.

    "Anyway, don't feel bad about the your fears, me and Pluto will help you get over it when we have the time from our missions" Jupiter reassured, climbing up the latter as Neptune watched him go.

    "... Just one more try" The youngest Vasilias said, etching out his hand too the Oceanic depth below

    So dark...

    So deep......

    So dangerous!-PLOP*

    "Huh" Neptune blinked, before taking note of how one of his fingers was already in the water.

    The blue haired boy just staying that way for several mintes, before reluctantly taking his hand out.

    "Hehehe" He chuckled as he wiped his finger dry with his scarf "It's a start"
     
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    • radioxaxa said:
    Riptide​

    "C'mon, c'mon" Navy blue eyes peered into the soft Pier of Argus harbour, a 15 year old boy trying too lay a hand into it.

    "C'mon, its just water, it can't hurt you" The boy grit his teeth, a single finger dipping down as it almost collided with the H20...



    Till the water pulled back and the boy groaned

    "Dammit!" Neptune cursed, falling onto his back, his semblance and fear of water once again getting the best of him. "Why can't I just do this right!" He huffed, looking glumly on the pier of Argus City

    How the hell was he supposed too be a Famous Huntsman if he couldn't even control his semblance properly?

    "Trouble in paradise?" A familiar voice startled the blue haired youth, a 27 year old white haired man wearing a Leather jacket taking a seat next too him as he carried too cups of tea with him.

    "Oh, Jup" Neptune greeted nervously, taking the offered cup into his hands and taking a sip "Whats-whats going on with you?" He asked his elder brother

    "Oh yeah" The white haired man shrugged "Work, Training, Grimm extermination missions, the usual" Jupiter Vasilias, leader of team JSBP(Jasper) mentioned, drinking his own tea as he raised a brow "So what are you doing at the Docks all by yourself."

    Neptune backed up freakishly "Oh you know, just-catchingsome sights, gettin a breath of fresh air, feeling all fre- The youngest brother paused at the look his older brother was giving him.

    "Were you trying too get over your fear of water again."

    "... Yeah" Neptune reluctantly admitted, rubbing his arm as Jupiter patted him on the back.

    "Look, what happened that day, wasn't your fault" Jupiter mentioned with a look of regret on his face "I shouldn't have just thrown you in like that, and you were clearly not ready too be just forced too swim on your own without adult supervision. Mom gave me such a tongue lashing for that" The elder brother recalled, him and Neptune having a bit of a chuckle remembering how he couldn't sit straight for a week after that.

    "Anyway, don't feel bad about the your fears, me and Pluto will help you get over it when we have the time from our missions" Jupiter reassured, climbing up the latter as Neptune watched him go.

    "... Just one more try" The youngest Vasilias said, etching out his hand too the Oceanic depth below

    So dark...

    So deep......

    So dangerous!-PLOP*

    "Huh" Neptune blinked, before taking note of how one of his fingers was already in the water.

    The blue haired boy just staying that way for several mintes, before reluctantly taking his hand out.

    "Hehehe" He chuckled as he wiped his finger dry with his scarf "It's a start"
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    Black Dog Part 2
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    • Black Dog Part 2:

    -[X]Two Times the Charm: Emerald, would you like to join me for a date?
    -[X]Stabby Stab: You will shank that son of a bitch with a sword, spear and… whatever Emeralds weapons are.

    Emerald looked very uncomfortable next to you. "You know when I agreed to this, I wasn't expecting dinner?" She stated.

    "Eh, what were you expecting? A burger and fries and me being a cheap scape?" You replied as you swirled the water in your wine glass. "Besides, Marcus loves this place, so we might as well… well get ready."

    Emerald frowned. "Yeah, and that would mean he would know when something is off."

    "What makes you think that?" You asked.

    Emerald glanced at Winter's Fulch, and you realized what she meant. "In my defense. He'll think we're huntsmen, not kids."

    Emerald could hardly contain her frustration. "Are you insane? That will just make it even worse for use. He might not even take us seriously?"

    You frowned. Could she… have some faith? Some god damn faith in your plan? Sure it was a long shot and you were betting this entirely on the fact that Marcus was in fact confident enough to waltz into this place and meet you for cash.

    But you had to believe in something, otherwise, you would be lost… and would have no idea what to do.

    And that terrified you more than you wanted to think about.

    Into the Night:D100 => 98+65=158

    Then you saw a boy with silver hair, and… well you didn't know what the hell he was wearing, but he was limping, with crutches helping him towards the table as he sat across, clearly famished and injured. "This seat taken?" He asked.

    "In a manner of speaking." You replied, seeing the boy look at your blade, and then at Emerald.

    "Both of you are far too exposed." The boy replied. "My father has his sights trained on you right now, and all your teammates."

    You froze, before asking. "And?"

    "Well, my father won't start anything right now, with me here." He grunted as he looked down at his… ruined legs. "He may be a drunk, abusive asshole, but I don't think he wants to end it just yet."

    "Who are you?" You asked as Emerald pointed one of her pistols under the table at the boy.

    "The guy who's trying to save your life… and help you kill him." He replied as he handed over a picture. "Marcus Black didn't become the most famous assassin in the world by being careless… but he has weaknesses."

    Emerald frowned, but you raised your hand. "Continue."

    "For all his flaws at being the perfect assassin, he won't try to hurt you if I'm here… and since your friends are still in sight, he won't kill them either. So you have to shut up, and listen." the boy replied. "Other we're all fucked.

    "And why should I trust you?" You asked.

    "Because right now, I'm the only way you can get to him without this place turning into a morgue." The boy replied.

    He then took a breath as he held out his hand. "Mercury Black."

    "Cole Crystal." You replied. "Emerald Sustrai us my associate. Frostbite solutions."

    "Terrible name," Mercury replied. "What are you even a solution for?"

    "Well, for one thing, Evil Assassins," Emerald replied with snark. "And whatever Cole decides is profitable in the morning."

    "Might I add, I'm always right?" You stated. "So what, we follow you without any… recourse, or ideas about what you want?"

    Mercury nodded. "No… I want to hire frostbite solutions to kill my father."

    You raised an eyebrow. "Well since we are in agreement… we'll work out terms later… but for now…" You reached for the hilt of Winters Fulch. "Get down!"

    You raised the blade as a shield as the bullet smashed against the great sword. "It's a trap guys! Get out of here!!"


    Immediately, Pyrrha and Adam took up defensive postures and ran out of the window, opposite the sniper fire.

    You saw Mercury on the ground, struggling to move with his battered and broken legs. "Leave, me, get out of here!" He demanded.

    You didn't care. He had hired you, that meant he was a client. And you would be damned to leave a client behind.

    Out of Shots:D100 => 9+40=49

    Wound Roll:D100 => 75

    Wound Severity:D100 => 18


    A bullet struck you in the shoulder as you forced yourself forward out in the open to get to mercury, before shouldering the larger boy onto your blade and heaving yourself and Mercury out of the window into cover.

    "Ow!" You groaned as you felt the pain of the round shoot the neurons through your brain. "I've been shot!"

    "Let me take a look!" Adam said as he looked at you. "It's just a flesh wound you, idiot, stop crying, it's barely a scratch!"

    "I've just been shot, do you know how much that hurts!?" You asked.

    "Yes!" All four of your Companions shouted back as Adam broke a Truck window, and climbed in to hotwire it.

    "Get in the truck!" Adam shouted as you dove into the bed, as Pyrrha and Emerald dragged mercury into the cab. "Come on you stupid piece of shit! Blake knows how to do this, you should too!"

    "Blake's not here!" You shouted back before a rifle was thrown on top of you. "The hell is this!?"

    "Rifle!" Mercury replied. "It was in the truck, it's got ten rounds, aim at the church, below the bell tower, that's where my father is! Make him reposition!"

    "I can't use a rifle! Make Pyrrha do it?!" You shouted.

    "I can't" Pyrrha shouted. "My hand got shot!"

    Great, now it was up to you.

    Well, poorer choices have been made in regards to your safety before. At least… well shit… this is a terrible situation you find yourself in.

    Oh well, aim at the church bell tower, and pull the trigger, what's the worst that could happen?

    A Lucky Shot?:D100 => 82+65=147 vs D100 => 45+??? (Stolen Semblance)=???

    The raining fire stopped.

    And Adam gunned it.
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    You were camping out in the woods and you had time to talk…

    And you camped out in?:

    []A Broken Barn: This barn was abandoned a long time ago, But now it was alive again, with people and broken promises.

    []An Abandoned Nomad Camp: The nomads who lived here were all dead. Their corpses and vehicles were the only thing left of their life.

    []A Dark Forest: Black Trees seemed to watch your every move… like the Grimm were among the Trees?

    []A Concert?: Who is hosting a rock concert out in the middle of nowhere? And… where are all the people?

    AN: Enjoy.
     
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    • [X]A Concert?: Who is hosting a rock concert out in the middle of nowhere? And… where are all the people?
     
    Magoose said:
    []A Broken Barn: This barn was abandoned a long time ago, But now it was alive again, with people and broken promises.
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    Why do I feel like this is the Brunswick Farm?

    [X]An Abandoned Nomad Camp: The nomads who lived here were all dead. Their corpses and vehicles were the only thing left of their life.

    This feels like the safest option to me.
     
    [X]A Concert?: Who is hosting a rock concert out in the middle of nowhere? And… where are all the people?
     
    [X]An Abandoned Nomad Camp: The nomads who lived here were all dead. Their corpses and vehicles were the only thing left of their life.
     
    [X]An Abandoned Nomad Camp: The nomads who lived here were all dead. Their corpses and vehicles were the only thing left of their life.
     
    [X]An Abandoned Nomad Camp: The nomads who lived here were all dead. Their corpses and vehicles were the only thing left of their life.
     
    [X]An Abandoned Nomad Camp: The nomads who lived here were all dead. Their corpses and vehicles were the only thing left of their life.
     
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