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The Life and Times of Whitley Schnee (A RWBY Adventure AU)
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You are gold, I am gold... Are we all gold?
Good... While Sun Adventurer Wukong is somewhere with his Story, HE is looking for us...
HE'll be here soon. And HIS name IS Problems.
HE'll be here soon. And HIS name IS Problems.
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Quest end-end? Or "Quest, part 1" ends with a sequel in some distant future?
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Quest part 1.
Ain't no way am I letting this just go down the bucket.
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I can't tell if thats better or worse
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Tarzan is a man who is both very kind, but also very ruthless to the people who may threaten him and his students.
He's a very good man.
in fact, I think he's really the best choice.
You mean Clayton?
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Tarzan and Clayton are the same person.
Ok, thought you were referring to the disney version where Clayton is a seperate person
From what I understand, that Clayton was always a separate person, it's just that in the original version he and Tarzan were relatives.
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When we are Kings
(Edmond Cyan Dantes POV)
"The Days Blur again and again…You feel it don't you time slipping away." You say calmly as the Cell Door opens and a tray is dropped to your feet
"UP Prisoner…you have a guest!" The guard said as you were held down by the machines and put in chains.
You felt your aching bones return as a man in a suit walked over to you and looked at him. "Edmond…I'm glad to see the years have been kind to you?"
"If I had the strength…my Semblance would kill you where you stand." You said.
"Then I'm lucky you lack the strength even to stand Dantes." Jacques Schnee said. "But enough of you are trying to hate me in vain…that ship has sailed."
"YOU TOOK HER FROM ME!!" You said.
"Willow wasn't yours to begin with…she was a sad Nieve child who fell for the first signs of civility and chivalry." He said.
"Only because you pulled her from the path she was on with lies and flattery...and she was also like Six years younger then you...and clearly lacked the experience to know better." You said.
"We can't all make that work." He said. "Besides...Someone like her was asking to be made a puppet."
"Don't lower her to your level Jaques...She's smarter then you?" you said.
"She may be but she lacks the will to act…and that has always been her greatest weakness as of late." He said.
"Among other things…I will give you that. But she is not without means. Unlike the children you drove away." You said.
"They are-."
"They inherited your sense at least." You said. "Who would want to live with you? You sad arrogant man?"
"Compared to you…I'm quite well off?" He said.
"You turned her against me…blamed me for a crime I did not commit, and put an innocent man into hell." You said.
"I never lost sleep over it… you're a stone in a river. Unfeeling and cold." He said.
"Then leave me to drown in this abyss you left me in…you only came here to gloat, not offer me a deal or even a carrot?" You said.
"I am not foolish enough to grant you freedom. You will stay here until your life ends…and know that I became the Master of the World you dreamed of being." He turned to leave.
"Careful…your Hubris will be the end of you." You said.
"I think I'm quite aware of that." He said.
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He was gone. "Finally…I thought he'd never leave." You said, removing the top portion of your shirt.
"I've had to endure much priest…but soon we will have our opportunity." You said.
"Now…Its not leg day…arms then." You then looked for the handholds you made in the ceiling and began lifting.
"One…"
"Two…"
"Three."
The fire in your eyes ignited in fury as your soul continued to burn in Wrath.
AN: Count of Monte Cristo! IN RWBY!
(Edmond Cyan Dantes POV)
"The Days Blur again and again…You feel it don't you time slipping away." You say calmly as the Cell Door opens and a tray is dropped to your feet
"UP Prisoner…you have a guest!" The guard said as you were held down by the machines and put in chains.
You felt your aching bones return as a man in a suit walked over to you and looked at him. "Edmond…I'm glad to see the years have been kind to you?"
"If I had the strength…my Semblance would kill you where you stand." You said.
"Then I'm lucky you lack the strength even to stand Dantes." Jacques Schnee said. "But enough of you are trying to hate me in vain…that ship has sailed."
"YOU TOOK HER FROM ME!!" You said.
"Willow wasn't yours to begin with…she was a sad Nieve child who fell for the first signs of civility and chivalry." He said.
"Only because you pulled her from the path she was on with lies and flattery...and she was also like Six years younger then you...and clearly lacked the experience to know better." You said.
"We can't all make that work." He said. "Besides...Someone like her was asking to be made a puppet."
"Don't lower her to your level Jaques...She's smarter then you?" you said.
"She may be but she lacks the will to act…and that has always been her greatest weakness as of late." He said.
"Among other things…I will give you that. But she is not without means. Unlike the children you drove away." You said.
"They are-."
"They inherited your sense at least." You said. "Who would want to live with you? You sad arrogant man?"
"Compared to you…I'm quite well off?" He said.
"You turned her against me…blamed me for a crime I did not commit, and put an innocent man into hell." You said.
"I never lost sleep over it… you're a stone in a river. Unfeeling and cold." He said.
"Then leave me to drown in this abyss you left me in…you only came here to gloat, not offer me a deal or even a carrot?" You said.
"I am not foolish enough to grant you freedom. You will stay here until your life ends…and know that I became the Master of the World you dreamed of being." He turned to leave.
"Careful…your Hubris will be the end of you." You said.
"I think I'm quite aware of that." He said.
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He was gone. "Finally…I thought he'd never leave." You said, removing the top portion of your shirt.
"I've had to endure much priest…but soon we will have our opportunity." You said.
"Now…Its not leg day…arms then." You then looked for the handholds you made in the ceiling and began lifting.
"One…"
"Two…"
"Three."
The fire in your eyes ignited in fury as your soul continued to burn in Wrath.
AN: Count of Monte Cristo! IN RWBY!
The Sword Spirit
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The Sword Spirit:
You held the blade in hand and twirled it lazily. None of the staff that worked for you, nor Pyrrha wanted to spend time with you or train because they were busy. Well, the staff was busy with helping Adam reset his army after he punched a wall because you were very sure he was being stupid again… But you digress.
Pyrrha was still grounded, and despite winning the tournament and the melee, she was not allowed to see you.
Curses parents, we have so little time at school together because she was an upperclassman, and you were not. Even though you qualified for the last year's courses because dammit if there was one thing your father was good at, it was preparing you for the inevitable take over of many places. Most importantly, Atlas, and the SDC.
Damn you father for never allowing you to have a normal childhood!
But the blade, despite the lightness it felt in your hand, the blade was still a hunk of steel that you swung with ease. Even now, you could see the great insanity of someone watching you, twirling and dancing like a mad man.
When you finally finished your movements, you frowned. "Grandfather, I thank you for the gift, but I have a feeling that this isn't all that you wished to give me?"
A whisper seemed to go through your head, as you looked at the blade. You thought you saw something being written within the steel, and you frowned.
It was a message that was carved, burned into the blade. "Only the Heir may meet the spirit of the Schnee!"
You frowned. "I am the Heir." You stated aloud.
There was silence.
Had Grandfather put it there as a joke, a message to continue pushing towards the unknowable expanse of excellence and greatness he knew that you were capable of? That you were already capable of?
Or was he just putting it there because, maybe, somehow, Weiss or Winter were the Heirs, or even Mother.
And if that was the case, fuck him!
"You know, it's not a good thing to speak ill of a man who has come back from the dead to help you. Just saying." A voice spoke, as you twirled, blade in hand.
"Who goes there?" You asked.
"By the Blades, you really are afraid of everything aren't you?" There was a chuckle. "I'm kidding of course, but you are quite paranoid. Although I would be two if I did even half the things you have done?"
You looked around, trying to find the voice. "Look at the blade, you idiot!"
You then saw Winters Fultch glowing and you realized that there was a shimmer, a visage of someone inside the blade itself. "Uh, hello?" You asked.
"Put a little bit of your blood on the blade please, it will be far easier for the both of us if you do." The voice replied.
You shook your head. "Are you magic?"
"No, I'm a spirit, there is a very big difference between the two, now please, could you?" The spirit replied. "Magic is dead, Spirits are not."
You frowned, before placing the thumb on the blade and letting a drop of blood drop on it.
Then the sword glowed, and you shut your eyes. It was so bright that it was impossible to really see properly.
Then when it vanished, a shimmering maiden appeared. It was a woman but entirely blue, that you knew because by the God of Lights Antlers, those knockers! She was wearing a suit of plate armor, yes, but it was almost impossible to not notice the protrusions that her breastplate gave.
You could only look dumbfounded at that, before turning away, and trying not to allow this spirit to see the luminescent blush that was on your face. "Oh come now child, surely you have seen woman's breasts? They are a natural part of your human biology, there is nothing to be embarrassed about."
Uh… "No, there is plenty."
"I'm not naked, I am not someone you have any sort of emotional attachment to, so why are you so embarrassed?" She asked as she folded her arms. "Or are you-" She then realized something. "Oh, My apologies young master, I shall take a form that is far more fitting for your age."
The light blinded you again until it stopped and the spirit looked like… an older Weiss? Dear lord, she was as short as you? And that Blueness was only made clearer to several degrees. Were you really that short? "What the hell are you?"
"Well if you must be so vulgar, I am, and I quote 'The Fucking spirit that your Grandfather stuffed into a sword.'" She stated. "Well, I came willingly, because the sword was the only way to allow me to live, and not die."
There were so many questions in your mind. "What were you before?"
"Oh that is not something that I can tell you my young master Schnee, but I can tell you, that you are the master of this blade." She stated. "And I am willing to assist you in honing its deadly trade."
You smiled. "But why now? And why didn't you come earlier?"
"Because I did not feel you right for the blade. You had determination yes, but nothing that could show that you were, in fact, worthy. Not until you summoned your grandfather from beyond the mortal realm, bringing his spirit back, for just a fleeting moment, having the power to create. That is what makes you the Master. You create, and you try, even if you fail."
"I'm… Honored." You said.
"And it is my honor, to serve you, Master of the Blade of Winter." She then nodded.
That made you think for a moment. "Are you the Blade of Kings?" You asked.
That made the spirit shake her head. "No. Though my power can be confused for such, I am not powerful enough to lay waste to the world. Only your enemies."
You sighed. "Can you help me?"
"I always shall." She replied.
Reward: Winters Fulch changes:
Winter Fluch: Grandfather's Greatsword, an elegant weapon from a far more honest… civilized age, has bonded to you, and views you as its true master, and due to its bond, the Sword Spirit within it may assist you in battle. (You gain a +25 to combat rolls. It fills you with determination whenever you hold it. The Spirit within may grant you a single reroll for every combat encounter.)
You held the blade in hand and twirled it lazily. None of the staff that worked for you, nor Pyrrha wanted to spend time with you or train because they were busy. Well, the staff was busy with helping Adam reset his army after he punched a wall because you were very sure he was being stupid again… But you digress.
Pyrrha was still grounded, and despite winning the tournament and the melee, she was not allowed to see you.
Curses parents, we have so little time at school together because she was an upperclassman, and you were not. Even though you qualified for the last year's courses because dammit if there was one thing your father was good at, it was preparing you for the inevitable take over of many places. Most importantly, Atlas, and the SDC.
Damn you father for never allowing you to have a normal childhood!
But the blade, despite the lightness it felt in your hand, the blade was still a hunk of steel that you swung with ease. Even now, you could see the great insanity of someone watching you, twirling and dancing like a mad man.
When you finally finished your movements, you frowned. "Grandfather, I thank you for the gift, but I have a feeling that this isn't all that you wished to give me?"
A whisper seemed to go through your head, as you looked at the blade. You thought you saw something being written within the steel, and you frowned.
It was a message that was carved, burned into the blade. "Only the Heir may meet the spirit of the Schnee!"
You frowned. "I am the Heir." You stated aloud.
There was silence.
Had Grandfather put it there as a joke, a message to continue pushing towards the unknowable expanse of excellence and greatness he knew that you were capable of? That you were already capable of?
Or was he just putting it there because, maybe, somehow, Weiss or Winter were the Heirs, or even Mother.
And if that was the case, fuck him!
"You know, it's not a good thing to speak ill of a man who has come back from the dead to help you. Just saying." A voice spoke, as you twirled, blade in hand.
"Who goes there?" You asked.
"By the Blades, you really are afraid of everything aren't you?" There was a chuckle. "I'm kidding of course, but you are quite paranoid. Although I would be two if I did even half the things you have done?"
You looked around, trying to find the voice. "Look at the blade, you idiot!"
You then saw Winters Fultch glowing and you realized that there was a shimmer, a visage of someone inside the blade itself. "Uh, hello?" You asked.
"Put a little bit of your blood on the blade please, it will be far easier for the both of us if you do." The voice replied.
You shook your head. "Are you magic?"
"No, I'm a spirit, there is a very big difference between the two, now please, could you?" The spirit replied. "Magic is dead, Spirits are not."
You frowned, before placing the thumb on the blade and letting a drop of blood drop on it.
Then the sword glowed, and you shut your eyes. It was so bright that it was impossible to really see properly.
Then when it vanished, a shimmering maiden appeared. It was a woman but entirely blue, that you knew because by the God of Lights Antlers, those knockers! She was wearing a suit of plate armor, yes, but it was almost impossible to not notice the protrusions that her breastplate gave.
You could only look dumbfounded at that, before turning away, and trying not to allow this spirit to see the luminescent blush that was on your face. "Oh come now child, surely you have seen woman's breasts? They are a natural part of your human biology, there is nothing to be embarrassed about."
Uh… "No, there is plenty."
"I'm not naked, I am not someone you have any sort of emotional attachment to, so why are you so embarrassed?" She asked as she folded her arms. "Or are you-" She then realized something. "Oh, My apologies young master, I shall take a form that is far more fitting for your age."
The light blinded you again until it stopped and the spirit looked like… an older Weiss? Dear lord, she was as short as you? And that Blueness was only made clearer to several degrees. Were you really that short? "What the hell are you?"
"Well if you must be so vulgar, I am, and I quote 'The Fucking spirit that your Grandfather stuffed into a sword.'" She stated. "Well, I came willingly, because the sword was the only way to allow me to live, and not die."
There were so many questions in your mind. "What were you before?"
"Oh that is not something that I can tell you my young master Schnee, but I can tell you, that you are the master of this blade." She stated. "And I am willing to assist you in honing its deadly trade."
You smiled. "But why now? And why didn't you come earlier?"
"Because I did not feel you right for the blade. You had determination yes, but nothing that could show that you were, in fact, worthy. Not until you summoned your grandfather from beyond the mortal realm, bringing his spirit back, for just a fleeting moment, having the power to create. That is what makes you the Master. You create, and you try, even if you fail."
"I'm… Honored." You said.
"And it is my honor, to serve you, Master of the Blade of Winter." She then nodded.
That made you think for a moment. "Are you the Blade of Kings?" You asked.
That made the spirit shake her head. "No. Though my power can be confused for such, I am not powerful enough to lay waste to the world. Only your enemies."
You sighed. "Can you help me?"
"I always shall." She replied.
Reward: Winters Fulch changes:
Winter Fluch: Grandfather's Greatsword, an elegant weapon from a far more honest… civilized age, has bonded to you, and views you as its true master, and due to its bond, the Sword Spirit within it may assist you in battle. (You gain a +25 to combat rolls. It fills you with determination whenever you hold it. The Spirit within may grant you a single reroll for every combat encounter.)
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The Tornament Arc is going to be amazing!
If we make it to the final round of course and face off against Pyrrha.
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I look forward to this greatly. I'll try to come up with a decent TTCOON Omake before this one ends.
Going by how she denied being the Relic immediately afterward, I'm guessing this was supposed to be "shake her head".
That aside, how does Whitley know about the Relics? I thought those were beyond top secret and only the Ozluminati and Salem's group knew about them.
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Well, the Relics are within the fairy tales under different names. Though, I made a small mistake and forgot to rename the sword to its hidden name. The Blade of Kings.
Yeah, that's on me, but Whitley does know that there are powerful artifacts littering the world, because there are fairy tales about them.
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I laughed.
'Adam punched a Wall so hard his Goons got broken across the city.'
White Tigers
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Thing had not been going well for the White Fang.
After that failed attempt at capturing Weiss Schnee, Ghira had been going out of his way too make things difficult for her.
It was only due too moving too a part of the Wildlands that they were even allowed to remain in Menagerie.
And inside of their bases, Sienna Kahn was fuming as she worked her way through business.
In hindsight, a hostage situation had not been the best call. Not only had they lost a lot of goodwill, but now Atlas had officially regarded them as a threat too safety and were doing all they could too bring them down.
She'd lost 10 officers this month alone, many of their resources that she had worked so hard too earn drying up now that any sympathisers were backing out, and recruitment was on an all time low.
And not to mention Adam had disappeared along with a good chunk of her more elite members, forcing her too buckle down as she tried too regain power.
"Adam, I'll strangle your bill headed neck if I ever see you again." She growled too herself, filling through paperwork.
He had abandoned their cause when they truly needed him, leaving them in deep shit as he ran off too play hero.
Too think she was about to promote him to second in command...
And not too mention this 'wonderboy' of Argus who people couldn't stop talking about.
Promoting his own company with equal rights, fixing the world jn his own way, what a load of dribble people kept tying too force down her throat.
But the fact is, he was an unknown to her, at least for now..
She took out the picture Razz had taken last month.
A boy in white, the symbol of an Icicle seen in the building behind them.
Her former protege standing right behind him as well...
"Who are you Cole Crystal?" She mused, glaring at the photo.
If her goals were to succeed, she would need answers.
"For the Revolution... " She reminded herself for who knows how many times.
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Defrosting Fangs
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Defrosting Fangs:
The Faunus of Frostbite solutions, save for Adam, did not like that much. You had long accepted that you were not seen as an equal among their ranks, all-knowing that Adam was their leader, and they would never accept anyone else's stance or accept any other leader. You knew why, however, and it was a pretty good reason.
They did not trust you, or anyone for that matter after their former leader turned them into terrorists, and in Bane and Perry's case, commit assassinations against SDC leadership. People that you knew, people that, despite everything, were men whom your grandfather, and yourself, considered friends, equals, and comrades.
Even if they knew your true identity, there would still not be trust.
But you knew that, and that was why you wanted to speak to them. It was time for there to be trust, and above all else, you wanted to see if they were truly interested in what Adam was preaching. Changing for the better.
It's why you came to this place. To Argus months ago, with nothing. You had wanted to carve your own legacy.
Maybe they would understand.
When you arrived at the Garage at your apartment, Bane was working on his truck, what little was left of it and Perry was assisting him. Blake was reading and was reading history books she had gotten from the library. And one book stood out. The Theif and the Butcher, the tale of the Human serial killers that had targeted faunus after the Great War, who cooked and fed their victims in secret soups.
You didn't like that she wanted to read it.
Of course, the other two misfits of your company, Mercury and Emerald were playing chess on the floor, trying their best to ignore the glares they were getting.
You, however, had no such auspicious. "Can I talk to you all?"
Bane remained quiet, Perry just looked away, ignoring you, and Blake only looked at her book.
Well, you tried being nice, now was not the time to be soft. "What is your problem with me?"
Bane spoke. "You remind us of bad people who hurt us." he whispered. "Schnees only provide bad luck."
You knew exactly what he meant. "Well then, perhaps you might feel better, I am a Schnee." You stated.
That caused everyone, save for Emerald and Mercury, who looked at you with crazy eyes. You had just revealed your biggest secret to people who had a great need, and desire, to murder you.
Oh well, at least if you die, it will be as yourself, not as, of course, Cole Crystal. Bane stood up and faced you, his mask hiding much of his face.
You glared at him and just stated the truth. "I despise my father for what he has done to my name, just as much as he has done to you. You may not care about me, or you are blinded by your own hatred of the company that bears my name. So if you want to kill me, hurry up and get on with it, I have no desire to keep secrets from you anymore."
"And why is that?" Bane finally spoke.
"Because for all your desire and hatred against me, I understand." You stated. "And despite all of that, you all have my trust, even though you hate me, and I would gladly die for each and every one of you."
There was a silent moment. And Bane just stood there, motionless. Blake finally stood up and said. "Wait… why did you hide it?"
"Because I seem to remember that you all wanted to kill anyone named Schnee when we arrived," Adam spoke, entering the Garage with the groceries. "And your cold shoulder approach didn't really give him much to put trust into."
You folded your arms. "So why now?" Blake asked.
"Because if you can't trust me now, I'd ask you to leave, and never come back." You replied. "I trust all of you with my life, and If you can't do that same, there is no point in you being here. I have always strived to hold myself as an equal to you all. You do not see me as an equal, because of your trauma, your past. I'm not asking you to forget it, hell, I'm asking you to move past it as I have. To build something better."
"Cause if we can't do that, what is the point?" You said.
Everyone was quiet. Then Blake said. "Okay."
Perry joined in. "It's going to be hard, but I'll try."
Bane remained quiet the longest. "Fine, just don't destroy my truck, it's a collector's piece."
"No it isn't." Adam replied.
And laughter erupted, much to Banes embaresment.
Reward: Frostbite solutions have been defrosted. The Faunus that work for you now understands what you are doing. And are happy with your trust and honesty.
AN: Enjoy.
The Faunus of Frostbite solutions, save for Adam, did not like that much. You had long accepted that you were not seen as an equal among their ranks, all-knowing that Adam was their leader, and they would never accept anyone else's stance or accept any other leader. You knew why, however, and it was a pretty good reason.
They did not trust you, or anyone for that matter after their former leader turned them into terrorists, and in Bane and Perry's case, commit assassinations against SDC leadership. People that you knew, people that, despite everything, were men whom your grandfather, and yourself, considered friends, equals, and comrades.
Even if they knew your true identity, there would still not be trust.
But you knew that, and that was why you wanted to speak to them. It was time for there to be trust, and above all else, you wanted to see if they were truly interested in what Adam was preaching. Changing for the better.
It's why you came to this place. To Argus months ago, with nothing. You had wanted to carve your own legacy.
Maybe they would understand.
When you arrived at the Garage at your apartment, Bane was working on his truck, what little was left of it and Perry was assisting him. Blake was reading and was reading history books she had gotten from the library. And one book stood out. The Theif and the Butcher, the tale of the Human serial killers that had targeted faunus after the Great War, who cooked and fed their victims in secret soups.
You didn't like that she wanted to read it.
Of course, the other two misfits of your company, Mercury and Emerald were playing chess on the floor, trying their best to ignore the glares they were getting.
You, however, had no such auspicious. "Can I talk to you all?"
Bane remained quiet, Perry just looked away, ignoring you, and Blake only looked at her book.
Well, you tried being nice, now was not the time to be soft. "What is your problem with me?"
Bane spoke. "You remind us of bad people who hurt us." he whispered. "Schnees only provide bad luck."
You knew exactly what he meant. "Well then, perhaps you might feel better, I am a Schnee." You stated.
That caused everyone, save for Emerald and Mercury, who looked at you with crazy eyes. You had just revealed your biggest secret to people who had a great need, and desire, to murder you.
Oh well, at least if you die, it will be as yourself, not as, of course, Cole Crystal. Bane stood up and faced you, his mask hiding much of his face.
You glared at him and just stated the truth. "I despise my father for what he has done to my name, just as much as he has done to you. You may not care about me, or you are blinded by your own hatred of the company that bears my name. So if you want to kill me, hurry up and get on with it, I have no desire to keep secrets from you anymore."
"And why is that?" Bane finally spoke.
"Because for all your desire and hatred against me, I understand." You stated. "And despite all of that, you all have my trust, even though you hate me, and I would gladly die for each and every one of you."
There was a silent moment. And Bane just stood there, motionless. Blake finally stood up and said. "Wait… why did you hide it?"
"Because I seem to remember that you all wanted to kill anyone named Schnee when we arrived," Adam spoke, entering the Garage with the groceries. "And your cold shoulder approach didn't really give him much to put trust into."
You folded your arms. "So why now?" Blake asked.
"Because if you can't trust me now, I'd ask you to leave, and never come back." You replied. "I trust all of you with my life, and If you can't do that same, there is no point in you being here. I have always strived to hold myself as an equal to you all. You do not see me as an equal, because of your trauma, your past. I'm not asking you to forget it, hell, I'm asking you to move past it as I have. To build something better."
"Cause if we can't do that, what is the point?" You said.
Everyone was quiet. Then Blake said. "Okay."
Perry joined in. "It's going to be hard, but I'll try."
Bane remained quiet the longest. "Fine, just don't destroy my truck, it's a collector's piece."
"No it isn't." Adam replied.
And laughter erupted, much to Banes embaresment.
Reward: Frostbite solutions have been defrosted. The Faunus that work for you now understands what you are doing. And are happy with your trust and honesty.
AN: Enjoy.