“Come on, I think I could do it!” Jaune and his relentless optimism were not being responsible with the few pointers you had offered throughout the semester. When you told him that the first step to accomplishing his goals was to believe they were possible, you had thought the unspoken qualification of “so long as they actually ARE possible” had been clearly understood.

“Not on your life.” You did think he was improving, but this was a stretch beyond him. Better to cut him off before he got himself hurt. Jaune wasn’t going to back down just because you, reason and common sense told him to, however, and instead he sought allies elsewhere.

“Ren, what do you think? I mean, it wouldn’t be easy, but it’s possible!” The quietest member of your current group paused in the middle of flipping the next page of his book. With closed eyes and a deep sigh, Ren concedes, “I suppose it is possible, yes.” Jaune beams at you with a cocky grin while Ren shrinks back into his book, away from the guilt of what he’s done.

“See! Ren knows, I’ve been working hard these past few months.” You shake your head, refusing to vocally carry on this idiotic line of discussion, but the last ally you had in this war of wills stabs you in the back just as surely as Ren did. Sun slaps Jaune between his shoulder blades and laughs, “C’mon, Whit, even if he fails, it's good practice! I mean, you did promise to help him out. Or was Jaune pulling my leg about that?”

This “Guy’s Night Out” thing had been a bad idea. Of course it was, it had been Jaune’s idea. He probably had this planned from the beginning. You look away from the ocean and to the three young men sitting beside you, their feet dangling over the cliffs just like yours. Jaune holds your gaze and asks you one last time:

“Just one round? Please?” He wants to spar with you. Granted, he has been training with Pyrrha Nikos for the past semester, but it was only a semester. Thinking he could take you on when he still had yet to win a single fight in the dueling combat class was a bit much.

>A) Give him a chance. “Fine, we’ll give it a shot. As long as you promise not to cry.”
>B) Make it interesting. “If we’re going to do this, you’re going to have to make it worth my time. How about a bet?”
>C) Refuse. “Jaune, I’m not going to fight you.”

>>1884285
>>A) Give him a chance. “Fine, we’ll give it a shot. As long as you promise not to cry.”

>>1884285
>A) Give him a chance. “Fine, we’ll give it a shot. As long as you promise not to cry.”

>>1884285
>A) Give him a chance. “Fine, we’ll give it a shot. As long as you promise not to cry.”
Seal clubbing time!

>>1884285
>B) Make it interesting. “If we’re going to do this, you’re going to have to make it worth my time. How about a bet?”

>>1884285
>A) Give him a chance. “Fine, we’ll give it a shot. As long as you promise not to cry.”

>>1884285
>A) Give him a chance. “Fine, we’ll give it a shot. As long as you promise not to cry.”

>>1884285
>>A) Give him a chance. “Fine, we’ll give it a shot. As long as you promise not to cry.”

>>1884285
A

>>1884285
>A) Give him a chance. “Fine, we’ll give it a shot. As long as you promise not to cry.”
Just try not to make us look like a bully. We have an image to protect.

>>1884285
>B) Make it interesting. “If we’re going to do this, you’re going to have to make it worth my time. How about a bet?”

>>1884285
>>A) Give him a chance. “Fine, we’ll give it a shot. As long as you promise not to cry.”

>>1884285
>>B) Make it interesting. “If we’re going to do this, you’re going to have to make it worth my time. How about a bet?”

>>1884285
>>B) Make it interesting. “If we’re going to do this, you’re going to have to make it worth my time. How about a bet?”

>>1884291
>>1884293
>>1884294
>>1884298
>>1884301
>>1884302
>>1884306
>>1884312
>>1884318
No Salty Betting today, just roll me three 1d100, and I'll take the best one!

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1884356

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1884356

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1884356

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1884356
Pity. Should have gotten something from it. Maybe something to help with waifuing Yang.

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>1884356

>Jaune
>helping with anything waifu-related aside from running them off
What strange timeline have we strayed into?

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>1884356

>>1884374
They're on the same team. He probably knows plenty about her we don't.

Wasn't about to ask for advice, just info.

>>1884364
84, here we go!

>>1884379
>Jaune
>being able to supply any useful or relevant information about members of the female species
Essentially same point.

>>1884382
Dude, being socially retarded is not the same as being blind. Just because it's tangentially related to relationships doesn't mean Jaune'll flunk the roll.

>>1884389
At a certain point it's like asking a blind man what his favorite color is.

>>1884434
It's like asking a guy with no artistic taste or skill what colour his teammates' hair is.

>>1884285
You feel a wave of second hand embarrassment as Jaune bounces in excitement. The arena in which you’re currently standing is only a few rooms away from where you had your battle with Weiss, and is almost the same. You aren’t sure if Jaune’s ever been here before. Your class bouts take place on the stage Ms. Goodwitch provides, and wherever Pyrrha has been tutoring him, it certainly hasn’t been with the rest of the students looking to go a few rounds.

You heft Langerdorn in a lazy fashion, and Jaune draws his own sword and shield. A dated, some would say obsolete, method of combat for a Huntsman in the modern day. You can’t remember ever getting a clear view of Jaune actually fighting with it, however. You know he has, you’ve been there for a few of them, but you were preoccupied with your own fights at the time. It’ll be interesting to see how he handles himself, you suppose.

The automated system gives the starting signal, and Jaune tenses for your initial blow. It doesn’t come. You haven’t moved. Jaune was expected you to treat this fight like you did Weiss, but disregarding the fact that he’s… Well, Jaune, you have no idea what he can do. Charging him wouldn’t be smart.

Jaune isn’t prepared to let this fight hang any longer, and sprints towards you. You shift Langerdorn and unload the dummy rounds on him, but he lifts his shield and ignores them. You haven’t even slowed him down. Granted, he wasn’t going fast to begin with, but it’s somewhat impressive. Once Jaune is close enough to begin raising his sword and preparing to strike, your return Langerdorn to its spear shape and thrust forward into Jaune’s exposed stomach.

The tip of the spear only barely misses, but it does. Jaune twists himself enough to dodge, but it takes the momentum completely out of his swing. Your aura takes the hit without complaint, and you elbow him in the stomach, sending him to his knees.

>A) That wasn’t half bad. Maybe you should step it up a notch. Attack him while he’s down and see if he has an answer for that.
>B) Jaune has gotten better, but luck on the battlefield exist. Take it easy until you’re sure of what he can do, and let him stand up.
>C) He’s still out of breath from your elbow. It may be mean, and show you aren’t taking this seriously, but you can’t resist. Tip him over while he’s recovering.

>>1884484
>A) That wasn’t half bad. Maybe you should step it up a notch. Attack him while he’s down and see if he has an answer for that.

>>1884484
>A) That wasn’t half bad. Maybe you should step it up a notch. Attack him while he’s down and see if he has an answer for that.

We have been no mercy whit, no reason to stop now.

>>1884484
>>A) That wasn’t half bad. Maybe you should step it up a notch. Attack him while he’s down and see if he has an answer for that.

>>1884484
>A) That wasn’t half bad. Maybe you should step it up a notch. Attack him while he’s down and see if he has an answer for that.

>>1884484
>A) That wasn’t half bad. Maybe you should step it up a notch. Attack him while he’s down and see if he has an answer for that.
You have to embrace the Canuck in you

>>1884484
>A) That wasn’t half bad. Maybe you should step it up a notch. Attack him while he’s down and see if he has an answer for that.

>>1884484
>>A) That wasn’t half bad. Maybe you should step it up a notch. Attack him while he’s down and see if he has an answer for that.

>>1884484
>A) That wasn’t half bad. Maybe you should step it up a notch. Attack him while he’s down and see if he has an answer for that.

>>1884484
>A) That wasn’t half bad. Maybe you should step it up a notch. Attack him while he’s down and see if he has an answer for that.

Unanimous A, so give be 1d100, best of three!

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1884557

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1884557
Time to job

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1884557

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1884557

>>1884558
99 takes it, nice roll! Writing!

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>>1884558
Glorious

>>1884484
You pull your spear back, then drive it forward towards Jaune’s prone form. Unlike Weiss’s, this is a fight you expected to win the easily, which is why you’re so surprised when you feel Langerdorn bounce off of the stone floor. Jaune rolls back onto his hands and pushes off the ground. You almost have caught your jaw from falling when he lands on his feet, albeit with a small stumble.

Jaune seems just as surprised as you are and spaces out to sort through how, exactly, he just did that. It’s an opening, and you exploit it almost on reflex. You whip Langerdorn out on a wide semicircle and smack the side of Jaune’s head with the butt of the spear. The impact sends him sprawling once again. Jaune hits the ground but doesn’t stay down, instead rolling with the momentum to land, once again, on his feet.

This time he doesn’t hesitate. Jaune slashes at your stomach with a dramatic battle cry, and there’s less than an inch between your belly and the blade. That small distance is all that matters at the moment, so you ignore how close it was to focus on your next strike.

The sweeping blow from Langerdorn’s axe mode doesn’t take Jaune off his feet as you hope. Instead, it catches against the shield raised to block it. You and Jaune press against one another for a moment, and you’re surprised when he actually begins to push you back. Unwilling to try to contest his strength any longer, but equally unwilling to let him attack as you retreat, you instead kick at his leg and sweep his feet out from under him. You jump back rather than immediately exploit his prone state, and sure enough, Jaune repeats himself by rolling back into a fighting stance. You’ve got the better of him, for now, but this is much closer than you could have ever assumed it would be.

>A) Exploit your natural advantages. Jaune had called for a no-semblance fight, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t use something else he hadn’t brought to the fight: A gun.
>B) You’re starting to wear him down, you’re almost certain of that. Keep up the assault and try to outlast him. He’ll collapse eventually.
>C) Stay defensive. Jaune’s repeating himself a lot, but you can’t state with certainty you know every trick in his book. Until you do, best to play it safe.

>>1884667
>A) Exploit your natural advantages. Jaune had called for a no-semblance fight, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t use something else he hadn’t brought to the fight: A gun.

>>1884667
>>A) Exploit your natural advantages. Jaune had called for a no-semblance fight, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t use something else he hadn’t brought to the fight: A gun.

We have done it once we can do it again.

>>1884667
>A) Exploit your natural advantages. Jaune had called for a no-semblance fight, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t use something else he hadn’t brought to the fight: A gun.

>>1884667
>A.

>>1884667
>A) Exploit your natural advantages. Jaune had called for a no-semblance fight, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t use something else he hadn’t brought to the fight: A gun.

>>1884667
>>A) Exploit your natural advantages. Jaune had called for a no-semblance fight, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t use something else he hadn’t brought to the fight: A gun.

>>1884667
>A) Exploit your natural advantages. Jaune had called for a no-semblance fight, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t use something else he hadn’t brought to the fight: A gun.
The gun can be considered an equalizer- Whitaker must reject that notion

>>1884667
>>A) Exploit your natural advantages. Jaune had called for a no-semblance fight, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t use something else he hadn’t brought to the fight: A gun.
While it might be viewed as unfair, it is something he'll need to be able to deal with in real combat.

>>1884667
>A) Exploit your natural advantages. Jaune had called for a no-semblance fight, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t use something else he hadn’t brought to the fight: A gun.

Juane you fool! You've brought a knife to a gun fight!

>>1884670
>>1884674
>>1884675
>>1884676
>>1884678
>>1884679
>>1884681
>>1884683
>>1884712
Another unanimous vote! Roll more dice! Same as always, best of 3 1d100!

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>1884732

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>1884732

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>1884732

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1884732

>>1884737
71, here we go!

>>1884667
Guns. Guns should work. He doesn’t even have a gun. Jaune moves into to attack you and, rather than exploit his movements to counter him in some way, you deliver a swift aura-backed kick to his chest and send him flying. Semblances are off limits, but aura isn’t technically a semblance. As soon as he lands, the rifle is in your hands.

The stock bucks against your shoulder with every shot, but Jaune is still putting his recent skills as a tumbler into action. He leaps from his most vulnerable state into a squatting position behind his shield. Then he takes a step forward, and another. Almost before you can realize it, Jaune is charging back towards you from behind the cover of his shield. You’d aim at his legs instead, but he’s bent in such a way that only his feet remain uncovered, and you have no doubt that even if you hit them, his aura would absorb the shot. So instead, you keep pounding away at the shield.

It doesn’t help. Despite all common sense telling you that a simple collapsible shield should crumple under this much firepower, Jaune’s luck holds out over yours, and the shield holds. Jaune continues his march, and you’re left with only melee to rely on. You swap back to your spear before Jaune descends upon you, and you keep up a retreat to keep him from slipping behind Langerdorn’s effective range. Jaune’s got you into his momentum, how do you plan on getting out of it?

>A) Stop retreating, and charge forward instead. He won’t be expecting the sudden shift, and you have a few precious seconds to attack his back while it’s undefended.
>B) Keep up the retreat. He may be driving this fight, but you’re steering. If you can position yourself well enough, you may force him to ring out.
>C) It may be cheating, but Jaune’s proven himself too much for you otherwise. Maybe you could sneak a glyph in, perhaps under your shoe, and use it to change directions in way he’s not prepared to counter?

>>1884892
>C) It may be cheating, but Jaune’s proven himself too much for you otherwise. Maybe you could sneak a glyph in, perhaps under your shoe, and use it to change directions in way he’s not prepared to counter?

>>1884892

>A) Stop retreating, and charge forward instead. He won’t be expecting the sudden shift, and you have a few precious seconds to attack his back while it’s undefended

>>1884892
A) Stop retreating, and charge forward instead. He won’t be expecting the sudden shift, and you have a few precious seconds to attack his back while it’s undefended.

>>1884892
>A) Stop retreating, and charge forward instead. He won’t be expecting the sudden shift, and you have a few precious seconds to attack his back while it’s undefended.
We clearly have no luck in terms of running. Lets try something completely different.

>>1884892
>>A) Stop retreating, and charge forward instead. He won’t be expecting the sudden shift, and you have a few precious seconds to attack his back while it’s undefended.

>>1884892
>A) Stop retreating, and charge forward instead. He won’t be expecting the sudden shift, and you have a few precious seconds to attack his back while it’s undefended.
The dice clearly want aggression, and so far Jaune's the only one who's been delivering.

>>1884892
>>A) Stop retreating, and charge forward instead. He won’t be expecting the sudden shift, and you have a few precious seconds to attack his back while it’s undefended.

>>1884904
>>1884907
>>1884911
>>1884918
>>1884919
>>1884932
Roll another 3 1d100's!

>>1884932
>>A) Stop retreating, and charge forward instead. He won’t be expecting the sudden shift, and you have a few precious seconds to attack his back while it’s undefended.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>1884967

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>1884967

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>1884967

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1884967

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>1884967

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1884967
Rolling just cause

>>1884980
93, nice job! Writing!

>>1884892
You skid to a stop and wait for the fraction of a second it takes Jaune to swing again. The slash is aimed directly at your chest, giving you just enough room to duck underneath. You swing around to Jaune’s back, and without the expected resistance, Jaune overextends, leaving himself wide open for a slash across the back. He stumbles forward a few steps, and you repeat the motion to punish his slow response.

The second attack is enough to send him sprawling to the ground again. You’ve got his number now, and when he tries once again to roll with the impact, you’re already there to deliver a punishing blow from your axe-head. Jaune reels away from you, unaware of how close he’s stepped to the edge of the arena. You pull Langerdorn back, just in case, and reach forward with your other hand. You place it on Jaune’s chest and give him a firm shove, and he falls one last time, directly onto his backside.

Ring out.

-----

“I thought I could do it…” Jaune looks pathetic, his head bowed as he reaches behind himself to apply an ice pack to the bruise forming along his spine. Sun’s cheery voice does his best to break through the melancholic cloud surrounding his fellow blonde.

“Hey, I was pretty sure you had him a few times!” You’d say so, if the ice pack your pressing against your own bruising forearms were any indication. You’re almost embarrassed by how close Jaune came to beating you after only six months of training for deuls like this. You suppose that’s what happens when a four time champion is your personally trainer, and it’s the only thing that can spare your ego any further pain.

Ren coughs politely into his fist to draw your attention before asking a question, “So… Is this, hmm, outing over? Or did anyone have anything else in mind?”

>A) You know what you could go for? Some ice cream. See if anyone wants to go to that parlor you destroyed a few weeks ago. It should be open again by now.
>B) You could stomach a drink. It had been a long, hectic summer, and everything you tried to do for fun ended with you bruised and exhausted. Suggest a bar.
>C) You’ve got nothing. If Sun or Jaune wants to check something out though, you’re game.
>D) That’s enough fun for one day for you. Turn in and sleep off your sores.

>>1885175
>B) You could stomach a drink. It had been a long, hectic summer, and everything you tried to do for fun ended with you bruised and exhausted. Suggest a bar.
I myself could go for a spot of brandy rn

>>1885175
>>A) You know what you could go for? Some ice cream. See if anyone wants to go to that parlor you destroyed a few weeks ago. It should be open again by now.

>>1885175
>B) You could stomach a drink. It had been a long, hectic summer, and everything you tried to do for fun ended with you bruised and exhausted. Suggest a bar.

>>1885175
>>B) You could stomach a drink. It had been a long, hectic summer, and everything you tried to do for fun ended with you bruised and exhausted. Suggest a bar.

>>1885175
>>B) You could stomach a drink. It had been a long, hectic summer, and everything you tried to do for fun ended with you bruised and exhausted. Suggest a bar.

>>1885175
>A) You know what you could go for? Some ice cream. See if anyone wants to go to that parlor you destroyed a few weeks ago. It should be open again by now.

Lets go to the ice cream parlor, everyone's favorite Neo is there!

>>1885175
>A) You know what you could go for? Some ice cream. See if anyone wants to go to that parlor you destroyed a few weeks ago. It should be open again by now.

>>1885175
>>A) You know what you could go for? Some ice cream. See if anyone wants to go to that parlor you destroyed a few weeks ago. It should be open again by now.

We're tied and the timer's gone off, so we'll run for a bit longer.

>>1885244
If there's no tiebreaker in the next few minutes, I can switch over to drink to simplify things.

>>1885259
Why drink? Why would we want to end up like our mother?

>>1885175
>>B) You could stomach a drink. It had been a long, hectic summer, and everything you tried to do for fun ended with you bruised and exhausted. Suggest a bar.

>>1885261
The reason to drink is to get funny dialogue, man.

>>1885274
The tiebreaker arrives! Time for a pub crawl with the lads!

Roll me 1d100, best of 3!

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1885282
Iron gut

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>1885282
D R I N K

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>1885282

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>1885282

>>1885289
Looks like Whit's a lightweight. Writing!

>>1885289
More like drown

>inb4 jaune drinks like a Dwarf without problems.

Haha, I actually made a joke a thread or two ago about us rolling for Whit's alcohol tolerance.

Well, at least he certainly hasn't become his mother. Yet.

>>1885175
You’re laughing. You’re not sure what at. Something the blonde guy said. You’d figure out which one later. For the first time in a while, it’s hard to wipe the smile off your face. Everyone here’s so nice to you, the lady pouring the drinks even called you a “sweetheart”. That was nice, even though she was a bit old for you. Nice in the “she’s like a mom” kinda way. One of the blonde guys knocks over a glass and spills his drink on his lap. It sends you into another fit of giggling when he stands up and you see the dark stain spreading across his lap.

Speaking of dark lap stains, you have to pee. After declaring so to the rest of your party, you push yourself out of the booth and set your swaying head to swiveling. It takes you a few moments of searching (and a helpful patron) to find the restroom. You stumble inside and wash your hands, before remembering which order you’re supposed to handle things in.

After taking care of your business and washing your hands after, you step back into the bar and stumble towards your friends. Well, you stumble forward. You’ll get there eventually. It’s a few minutes bouncing off a few large men, who helpfully point you in a direction that may be right, before you come to a stop at an empty stool. This is definitely not where your friends are, but you’re tired of walking, so you take a seat anyway.

You listen to the music and attempt to bob your head along to it, but there’s a noise underneath it that’s distracting you. You strain yourself and focus all you can, and eventually make out the harsh tones of whispering.

“-then where the hell did she go? That little psycho is loose, and without-” That didn’t sound good. Still, you did come here because all your fun times keep getting interrupted… Would it hurt to just ignore it and enjoy the music? Might not even be anything serious…

>A) Aw, you can’t help yourself. Try to keep listening in.
>B) If somebody that can be described as a “psycho” is loose in your city, you aren’t going to be the last guy to know about it. Ask these guys directly, and aggressively if you have to.
>C) Forget it. Pick up a mug and find that blonde guy, the one with the tail. He’s great fun.

>>1885464
>A) Aw, you can’t help yourself. Try to keep listening in.

NO BREAKS

>>1885464
>>A) Aw, you can’t help yourself. Try to keep listening in.
Ssh, shh. Super sneaky Schnee spying section.

>>1885464
>>A) Aw, you can’t help yourself. Try to keep listening in.

>>1885464
>A) Aw, you can’t help yourself. Try to keep listening in.

Even when drinking Whit's paranoia is max level

>>1885464
>A) Aw, you can’t help yourself. Try to keep listening in.

>>1885464
>A.
No breaks till Whit breaks

>>1885478
>>1885496
>>1885497
>>1885500
>>1885501
>>1885510
Best of three 1d100! One more post after this, then we're done for tonight!

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>1885525

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>1885525

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1885525

>>1885529
>>1885534
Well, luckily for the two of you, >>1885528
this guy showed up. 94 is the roll! We got one more post before I call it for tonight!

>>1885464
You take advantage of your of drunken stupor to perfectly mimic the slouch of a man who is dead to the world. You do so by actually passing out at your seat, but you wake up almost immediately after your head hits the counter, and you’ve got enough sense not to move. Well, sense or blood-alcohol concentration. Either way, you’re sobered up enough to truly focus on what you can hear.

“-he’s gone, man. No way the boss is getting out,” drone the mournful, drunken tone of a man who knows his next paycheck isn’t coming. A scratchier, higher voice jumps up to object.

“Well we gotta do something! If Roman ain’t holdin’ her leash, no tellin’ what Neo’s gettin’ up to!” The higher voice seems panicked, straining themselves to stress the importance of every syllable to their larger friend.

“Why do you care? We’re nobodies, nobody important enough for her to give a shit about.”

“Exactly!” the smaller voice interjects, “We’re nobodies, that no one would miss, and we know about her! We got no protection, you fuckin’ idiot!” The larger voice doesn’t respond, and you can picture the giant of a man gazing down into his mug in contemplation.

“Worst part is,” the rat-voice continues, “she can be anywhere. Anyone. That semblance, man… She could here, right now, and we’d never know it!” That… Really didn’t sound good. Someone who could scare what seem to be thugs and could change to look like anyone…

The harsh whispers drift away as the men pay for their drinks and leave, leaving you with a sick feeling in your gut that comes from an uncomfortable combination of fear and beer. If someone like that was working for Roman, they could use that semblance to avoid police for months. Years, maybe. Rumors of a shape-shifting psychopath, loose on the streets of Vale… This isn’t what you needed tonight.

(CONTINUED)

>>1885655
You find your way back to the group and try to relax, but you find it impossible. You’re still jittery and nervous when the rest of Team RYAL shows up to herd you all back to Beacon. You can’t help but shoot a bleary, drunken glance over your shoulder every few minutes, wondering if you’d spot some sort of grinning psychopath in the alleyways.

Maybe you’ve already met her, you muse. She could have been the blonde giving information to Junior. A shape-shifting semblance would be wonderful for infiltration. Or maybe she was the girl from the warehouse, the one ready to jab a knife into your helpless stomach. She had seemed like the type psychotic enough to work for Roman. You shiver as you consider another option. Maybe she had been both.

Your mental wanderings lead you to fail to notice a step up in the street, and your foot catches on the lip. You tilt forward, reflexes far too dulled to catch yourself, but you're saved an impact with the concrete by a small pair of arms. You look up into the smiling features of Liquorice, and give her a smile in return.

“Thanks, Ellie,” you tell her, and she helps steady you for the rest of the walk to the Bullheads. Even with this “Neo” roaming the streets, you’ve got your friends to watch your back.

Anything you guys would like to ask before I turn in for the night?

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>>1885659
Liquorice is such a nice girl. It's a wonder we don't spend more time with her.

>>1885682
we should spend more time with her, she's been pretty cool to us.

>>1885682
But can the Whit-dick un-crazy her?

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>1885783
Let's find out

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1885867
I'll show you how it's done, anon.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>1885783

>>1885867
>>1885869
>>1885877
Terrible, even worse, and mediocre.
And that, ladies and gents, is why you never stick your dick in crazy.

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1885869
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>>1885783
DAMN IT WE SHALL ESTABLISH DOMINANCE OR DIE. PROBABLY DIE AT THIS RATE

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1885889
Rolling for Weiss

>>1885948
Well, Weiss definitely shouldn't stick her dick in crazy. She's apparently really bad at it.

I would run a train on Neo in a hot second.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

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>>1885948
Bitches please.

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>>1887227
AND THE DICK, NO THE DICK WONT, DIS DICK AINT GONNA STOP TO THE SUN RISES!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMf7WyKwHbw
WE WAKIN EVERYBODY UP IN HERE NIGGAS!

Rolled 12 (1d100)

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>>1885948
>>1887227
Rolling for threesome

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>1888741
Threesome means bo3!

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>>1888741
>>1888756

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>>1888768
>>1888741
>>1888756

Guess it's a 4some then.

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>>1888741
>>1888756
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>>1888741
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58yiJvGGye4
Bow chika waw waw

>>1888980
the savior has come

>>1888980
Good, the Whit pile deserves some comfyness, will they have to push a few beds together while Weiss is away to maximize space?

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>1888980
Whit being as Bishie as Alucard confirmed

>>1891845
>implying he wasn't the Bishie king already
Shame on you, Penny, Blake, and the Twins want to have a few words with you.

>>1885659
“How’re you feeling?” It’d make sense for Ruby to ask: Last time she had seen you, you had been ready to vomit from either alcohol or fear. The last time she had seen you with your faculties intact, you had been set on fire and burned out of your clothes. Before that, your unconscious form in a hospital bed, and before that, a picture of the end result of a night under the caring hands of Torchwick and Junior’s men. That’s probably why she didn’t look convinced when you answered, “I’m fine.” Ruby begins to speak, probably to question you further, but she’s cut off by the last third of your dinner party.

“That’s good to hear,” Ciel comments, “And your team?” You mumble something positive. You’re not sure you convinced anyone, but your fellow team leaders seem to understand it isn’t something you want to talk about. The first day back to school had been tolerable, but filled with awkward missteps that seemed to define SPWB these past few days, ever since you and Weiss returned. You returned to Oobleck’s history class and sat in the same way you always had: Blake and Weiss as far from each other as possible, with you beside your sister and Penny beside her partner.

There were unsure, guilty, and accusatory looks passed between everyone at the seating arrangement that had once been defined by simple dislike. Now it stood for the oppressive air of mistrust that had driven you and your sister out into Vale in the first place. You set down your fork and rub your temples. You’ve got to figure something out between those two.

Ruby makes an attempt to lift your spirits by shaking your shoulder and pointing out, with a bright smile, that “Well, school’s in session. Everything will settle back into a rhythm, you’ll see!” You hold off from pointing out that the last “rhythm” for a semester ending up dragging both you and the rest of your friends through a cascade of clashes with criminal elements, and you can see Ceil struggling to do the same.

You stand and carry your tray to be disposed of, and in the moment of solitude, you roll Ruby’s words around in your head. She may have something of a point, even if it was by accident. Your problems aren’t going away on their own, so maybe you SHOULD settle back into that rhythm of investigating them and trying to fix it. You might even accidentally rally your team. Over these past few months, you’ve seen plenty of issues build up that might need your attention. What should you focus on first?

(CONTINUED, WITH CHOICES)

>>1895087
>A) If a dangerous element like “Neo” is loose, or worse, Torchwick’s network still hasn’t been entirely dissolved, then you owe it to Winter to make sure they end up behind bars.
>B) It’s been a few weeks now, but you still remember Winter’s sudden departure. You had an inkling at the time that something must be wrong, but you were distracted by more personal problems. Maybe you should look into the situation back home.
>C) This is a bad idea. You were at Beacon to learn to be a Huntsman, not show up and start acting like one. All this nonsense with criminal syndicates and secret plots was exciting, sure, but that didn’t make it a good idea to go looking for trouble.

>>1895093
C

>>1895087
>>1895093
>B) It’s been a few weeks now, but you still remember Winter’s sudden departure. You had an inkling at the time that something must be wrong, but you were distracted by more personal problems. Maybe you should look into the situation back home.

>>1895093
>B

>>1895093
>>B) It’s been a few weeks now, but you still remember Winter’s sudden departure. You had an inkling at the time that something must be wrong, but you were distracted by more personal problems. Maybe you should look into the situation back home.

>>1895093
>B

>>1895093
>>C) This is a bad idea. You were at Beacon to learn to be a Huntsman, not show up and start acting like one. All this nonsense with criminal syndicates and secret plots was exciting, sure, but that didn’t make it a good idea to go looking for trouble.
Downtime is important. Go full bore at everything all the time and you just burn out.

>>1895093
>B) It’s been a few weeks now, but you still remember Winter’s sudden departure. You had an inkling at the time that something must be wrong, but you were distracted by more personal problems. Maybe you should look into the situation back home.
>C) This is a bad idea. You were at Beacon to learn to be a Huntsman, not show up and start acting like one. All this nonsense with criminal syndicates and secret plots was exciting, sure, but that didn’t make it a good idea to go looking for trouble.

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>>1895133
>Let's look into what's happening at home
but
>Let's not focus on what's happening outside of our studies.

>>1895145
Not my fault the wording is weird. B just sounded like family issues, C just sounds like Torchwick and White Fang

>>1895093
>C) This is a bad idea. You were at Beacon to learn to be a Huntsman, not show up and start acting like one. All this nonsense with criminal syndicates and secret plots was exciting, sure, but that didn’t make it a good idea to go looking for trouble.
I am determined for Whit to have one occurrence of not worrying about deranged killers, criminal gangs, or team infighting where nothing bad happens.

>>1895108
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>>1895133
It has been a while, maybe you should check in, even forgetting the ominous note Winter left on. If you're going to call someone, though, who should it be?

>A) Winter
>B) Your father.
>C) Your mother.
>D) Whitley.
>E) You're not sure your family will be honest with you. Winter wasn't when she came. Ask Penny if she knows anyone you could talk to instead.
>F) You're not sure your family will be honest with you. Winter wasn't when she came. Ask Ciel if knows anyone you could talk to instead.

>>1895210
>E

>>1895210
>C) Your mother.

>>1895210
>Sister's favorite butler.

>>1895210
>C
Best thank "Snow" for their timely intervention

>>1895210
>C) Your mother.

>>1895210
>>C) Your mother.

>>1895210
>D) Whitley.
Lets get in touch with our little brother. We're on good terms with everyone else, why not him?

>>1895259
>Wanting to talk to the ass kissing shit heel

>>1895210
>>C) Your mother.

>>1895259
For the same reasons we aren't on good terms with Jacques.
Because they are shitbirds who actively ruin the Schnee name just by having it attached to them.

>>1895210
>C) Your mother.

>>1895264
>Not wanting to love your little brother despite him being a dick
He's like a little sister with a dick

>>1895210
>>C) Your mother.

>>1895269
The only interaction with him we've had is at the begining of the quest, and it showed while we might not like him as much as our sister, we're reasonable enough not to hate him completely. We don't even know that he's a scheming schnee yet.

>>1895216
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>>1895278
You're a pack of mama's boys, but alright. Writing!

>>1895293
We're proud of it Brother.

>>1895293
To be fair, at least Willow is alive and somewhat present. Ruby, Yang, Ren, and Nora can't say that.

So I figure why not try to appreciate that?

Sorry guys, the post is gonna end up super late because of IRL issues, but don't worry, I'm still writing!

Really, REALLY sorry about this delay. It was kinda unavoidable. It's getting there, though!

>>1895546
Its cool m8, just don't die on us. Like physically die, that shit would suck.

>>1895552
>implying his ghost wouldnt still be posting even if he did die
even in death, you can never leave this place

>>1895626
Well yeah, but then we would torture him endlessly with fanfiction of Whit plowing Weiss as Penny and Blake play tongue twister with her in joy as the family harem is completed.

>>1895087
You say your goodbyes to the other team leaders and strike out through the winding corridors of Beacon. You could probably call her on your scroll, but it had been quite a while since you last spoken to her face to face. The video terminals in the CCT Tower may not be as personal, but they were as close as you could get without making the journey home. That wasn’t an option for obvious reasons.

It takes little time to find a Bullhead pilot and reach the Tower. The inside is respectably busy, a little more than you would expect at this time of night, but nowhere near as much as could be found here during their rush hours. You and Weiss are hardly the only people who’ve risked the journey to another one of the great cities, and families were widely spread these days. A testament to how far humanity has come, you muse. You greet the receptionist with polite banter and a few bright answers to questions after your day.

Eventually, he points you towards an empty terminal and you take your seat, as well as a moment to steel yourself. The screen flashes, and you’re met with yet another polite smile, this time attached to one of your mother’s staff.

“Hello, Mr. Schnee! How can I help you today?” The chipper voice grates on your frayed nerves, so you don’t bother with your usual niceties when dealing with the house staff. “I need to speak to my mother,” you tell her in a tone that will accept no arguments. She seems uncomfortable for a moment and checks something off camera.

“I’m… Sorry, sir, but it seems Mrs. Schnee is currently asleep.” You’ve spent months in danger, you’ve had your teammates at each other’s throats, and you just walked across the city to get here and learn about exactly what type of trouble your sister was in. You’d like to think a combination of all these factors is what made you grit your teeth.

“Then wake her up.” It seems as though she’d like to protest, but she knows that even if she did make you wait, she’d only be inviting later scorn from your mother. She taps away at something and asks you to wait a few more moments. At the end of those few moments, you find yourself staring at a black screen, with only the sounds of shuffling and mumble-whispered curses proving that the feed hadn’t simply died. Eventually, she finds her light, and suddenly the screen is filled with an older woman with a striking resemblance to your sisters. She’s still in her day clothes, her hair is an absolute mess, and her eyes are drooping as if she hadn’t slept for even a moment since you left. She’s exactly how you remember her.

(CONTINUED)

>>1895661
“Hello, mother.” The mask of depression and dispassion cracks with a tired smile at seeing who woke her up. “Whitaker,” she mumbles, “Haven’t seen you around in a while. Not even that one that looks like you, more girly?”

“His name is Whitley, mother,” you say with a grin, and the two of you share tired chuckles at the old joke. She sniffs and sits up, moving the computer on her end to a more comfortable position before asking, “What did you need? Forget your birthday? MY birthday?” You’re about to answer before she interrupts with a third question, “Girl trouble?” You stumble at the question and your mind flashes with images of Penny and Blake, and how much their respective pasts have, and could, cause an untold amount of headaches in your life. Your mother, of course, takes your pause and runs with it.

Her eyes light up and she grins, all memories of sleep and whatever had made her tired enough to go to bed at seven-thirty forgotten. “It’s a girl, isn’t it!? Oh, Whitaker, I knew you had it in you!” You can feel the wave of filial embarrassment burning across your face and down your back, but it isn’t enough to keep you from actually answering.

>A) You should see how the rest of the family is doing. “How are father and Whitley? Is Winter there?”
>B) Come out and say it, there’s no reason to beat around the bush. “Is everything okay in Atlas?”
>C) The first thing she did was ask if you wanted something, as if that’s the only reason you call… Well, isn’t it? “Actually, I just wanted to chat for a little bit.” You can get to more serious stuff later.

>>1895661
>>1895665
>C) The first thing she did was ask if you wanted something, as if that’s the only reason you call… Well, isn’t it? “Actually, I just wanted to chat for a little bit.” You can get to more serious stuff later.

>>1895665
>>C) The first thing she did was ask if you wanted something, as if that’s the only reason you call… Well, isn’t it? “Actually, I just wanted to chat for a little bit.” You can get to more serious stuff later.

>>1895665
>C) The first thing she did was ask if you wanted something, as if that’s the only reason you call… Well, isn’t it? “Actually, I just wanted to chat for a little bit.” You can get to more serious stuff later.

>>1895665
>C) The first thing she did was ask if you wanted something, as if that’s the only reason you call… Well, isn’t it? “Actually, I just wanted to chat for a little bit.” You can get to more serious stuff later.

>>1895665
>C) The first thing she did was ask if you wanted something, as if that’s the only reason you call… Well, isn’t it? “Actually, I just wanted to chat for a little bit.” You can get to more serious stuff later.

>>1895665
C

>>1895665
>>C) The first thing she did was ask if you wanted something, as if that’s the only reason you call… Well, isn’t it? “Actually, I just wanted to chat for a little bit.” You can get to more serious stuff later.
We can get to the unpleasantness later. Mom time now.

>>1895665
>C) The first thing she did was ask if you wanted something, as if that’s the only reason you call… Well, isn’t it? “Actually, I just wanted to chat for a little bit.” You can get to more serious stuff later.

>>1895665
>C.
Then
>B.

>>1895670
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>>1895686
Totally unanimous. Anons get real lockstep when mom shows up. Kinda nice though, if I'm honest.

Writing.

>>1895751
Just remember the rule Brother, if the sister is off limits, its only because she's the daughter.

>>1895769
I'm sorry, what?

>>1895814
I am making a joke about Weiss being Whits daughter through momma Shnee, roll with it.

>>1895827
Do you have schizophrenia?

>>1895839
No, how is that relevant?

>>1895862
Because the only way that made sense is if it had been whispered in your mind from beyond time and space.

>>1895877
Don't be silly, Whit just needs to fire up the Wayback Machine and become his own father (and also Weiss' father).

>>1895665
“Actually,” you say, guilty conscience gnawing at you, “I just wanted to chat for a little bit.” She seems to think about it for a moment before smiling again and taking charge of the conversation.

“I’d like that. So!” she exclaims with a small jump. She reaches for something you can’t see and taps at it for a few moments before returning her attention to you. “How’s school been?”

You give her a small summary of what classes you had been taking, as well as how well you had been doing in each. You go over the people you had met, many of which you now considered friends (of course, omitting the specifics of Blake and Penny), and, as much as you can, you dance around the subject of your out-of-class confrontations with the criminal element of Vale. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem as though your mother is willing to let the topic skate by unnoticed.

“So, care to tell me exactly how you wound up on Torchwick’s radar?” You gape in surprise at the screen, uncertain how to respond. She gives you a humorless smirk as she explains, “You sent that message to everyone, Whitaker.” Of course, you knew that. That isn’t what surprised you. Winter didn’t tell her? Well, no. Of course she wouldn’t have. Everything Winter does is, technically speaking, a military secret. Your sister respects that too much to run and tell your mother, especially when it would only get her, Weiss, and you in trouble with the matriarch. You swallow the lump in your throat as you think of how to answer.

>A) Panic and tell the truth. “Winter asked for my help catching one of his friends!”
>B) Try to keep you cool and tell a white lie. “Well, I am a Schnee…”
>C) Panic and tell a bigger lie. “I bought dust from him!”

>>1895885
>A) Panic and tell the truth. “Winter asked for my help catching one of his friends!”

>>1895885
>>A) Panic and tell the truth. “Winter asked for my help catching one of his friends!”

>>1895885
>>A) Panic and tell the truth. “Winter asked for my help catching one of his friends!”
Can't lie to momma Schnee

>>1895885
>>A) Panic and tell the truth. “Winter asked for my help catching one of his friends!”

>>1895885
>>A) Panic and tell the truth. “Winter asked for my help catching one of his friends!”

>>1895877
Meh, your on a board for the most shameless of escapism autists, which is a sub board for a elf hating plague forest haters, on top of being hosted on a board of transgendered helicopter porn appreciation enthusiasts. What part of this is surprising.
>>1895884
...well....we can use time Dust. Lets get a ton of it and do it.
>>1895885
>A) Panic and tell the truth. “Winter asked for my help catching one of his friends!”
Mom makes Whit a spas, what a surprise.

>>1895885
>>B) Try to keep you cool and tell a white lie. “Well, I am a Schnee…”
No spilling military secrets. Even if it is a technicality, that's somewhat illegal.
More importantly, it'll get Winter in trouble with mom.

>>1895885
>A) Panic and tell the truth. “Winter asked for my help catching one of his friends!”

>>1895885

>B) Try to keep your cool and tell a white lie. "Well, I am a Schnee..."

When B doesn't win, can he try it anyway and fail?

>>1895889
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>>1895931
Buncha tattle-tales. Writing!

Taking a quick break from writing to make and eat some noodles!

>>1895885
A

>>1895885
“W-well, I am a-” Your mother fixes you with - well, it isn’t really a glare. She squints, slightly. In any case, you can feel it from across the ocean. “Winter did it!” you blurt before you can stop yourself. There’s a moment of silence where you stare, wide eyed, at the screen. She stares back, a single eyebrow slowly creeping higher.

“Winter,” she states simply. You nod, and try not to meet her eyes. “How did that happen?” You swallow again to wet your dry throat before you delve into the full story, beginning with your stumbling upon a mysterious blonde girl pulling books in the library. Once you reach the end of the story, tripping over your bare feet and landing face first in the mud, she leans back and let’s out a small sigh.

“Well… I’m glad you’re alright.” Something sticks out to you, by its absence. You know your parents, or you’d like to think you did. They’d never be the types to shrug their shoulders and move on when something like this happens. “Is that it?” you probe, speaking only slightly faster than you’re thinking.

“What? Is what it?”

“You’re not going to demand I come home and bring Weiss with me? Kicking and screaming, if I have to?” Her jaw twitches slightly before the relaxed, almost bored, expression she’s been wearing for the past few minutes hardens into the same one you’ve seen on her daughters a hundred times each. Defensive. Cold.

“No, I am not. What kind of mother would I be if I demanded my children put their dreams aside for my sake?”

>A) It’s clear that’s not all there is to it, but… It’s your mother. You can’t interrogate her. “Alright. I’ll tell Weiss you said ‘hello.’”
>B) You were right. There’s something here, some reason that your parents didn’t demand your immediate return. You have to press her on this. “Is there something wrong? Why don’t you want us at home?”

>>1896309
>B) You were right. There’s something here, some reason that your parents didn’t demand your immediate return. You have to press her on this. “Is there something wrong? Why don’t you want us at home?”

>>1896309
>>B) You were right. There’s something here, some reason that your parents didn’t demand your immediate return. You have to press her on this. “Is there something wrong? Why don’t you want us at home?”

>>1896309
>>B) You were right. There’s something here, some reason that your parents didn’t demand your immediate return. You have to press her on this. “Is there something wrong? Why don’t you want us at home?”
>Captcha is "call ends"
>ohno

>>1896309
>>B) You were right. There’s something here, some reason that your parents didn’t demand your immediate return. You have to press her on this. “Is there something wrong? Why don’t you want us at home?”

>>1896309
>B) You were right. There’s something here, some reason that your parents didn’t demand your immediate return. You have to press her on this. “Is there something wrong? Why don’t you want us at home?”
We might have to make a innocence roll, but if it worked for Winter, it can save our asses here.

>>1896309
>>B) You were right. There’s something here, some reason that your parents didn’t demand your immediate return. You have to press her on this. “Is there something wrong? Why don’t you want us at home?”

>>1896309
>B) You were right. There’s something here, some reason that your parents didn’t demand your immediate return. You have to press her on this. “Is there something wrong? Why don’t you want us at home?”

>>1896309
>>B) You were right. There’s something here, some reason that your parents didn’t demand your immediate return. You have to press her on this. “Is there something wrong? Why don’t you want us at home?”

>>1896316
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>>1896404
Give me a roll, best of 1d100!

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1896412

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>1896412
rolling
>>1896418
l-lewd

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>1896412

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>1896412
Is papa Schnee on a rampage, or is this the "you're cut off" talk coming up early?

>>1896424
nice

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>>1896424
98 is our roll for tonight, ladies and gentlemen! Let's give him a big round of applause!

>>1896453
they should make us dean of the school, nothing bad would ever happen.

>>1896309
“This doesn’t make any sense.” Your thoughts are running away with you again, checking through a hundred different reasons as to why she’d want to keep you away. Perhaps you could believe that she’d want you and Weiss to stay, but your father wouldn’t stand for it. Not a direct threat on your life.

“It isn’t that complicated, Whitaker. You’re overthinking it.” There’s an edge in her voice, one you can only pick out because of how many times she’s said those exact words, in that exact tone, to you before. You can’t think of anything to press her on to force her to confess to anything. The only thing you’ve got left is to beg for an answer.

“Is there something wrong?” you ask, feeling desperate for an answer. First Winter, now your mother. Why is your family trying to keep Atlas out of view? “Of course not!” she insists. She had shouted a few times, but this is the first time in this conversation you’d describe her as raising her voice.

“Then why don’t you want us at home?!” She sets her jaw, perhaps gritting her teeth, but her eyes seem hurt by the question. You take a deep breath and try to calm down. You’re not here because your feelings got hurt. You’re here because there’s a problem you may be able to help solve.

“If there’s something threatening you, or father, or Whitley, I deserve to know.” It takes a few minutes, but eventually, she nods from the screen. “You’re right,” she confesses, “There’s… Things have been happening since you left.

“Everyone is trying to keep it quiet, don’t want the other Kingdoms knowing about our problems. The White Fang’s been… I’m not even sure how to describe it. Going insane, I suppose. Bombs, shootings, hostages. The whole Kingdom is afraid.” She sighs and draws the covers around her, until only her head is poking out of the sheets.

(CONTINUED)

>>1896920
“To be honest, Whitaker, Jac-” she closes her eyes and shakes her head, “Your father was looking for an excuse to bring both of you back, at least when you first left. After half a year of this, he’s talking about sending Whitley to another kingdom. ‘To toughen him up a little,’ he tells himself.” She smiles, only a bit, before continuing, “He’s scared. For all of you. He was ready to call in every favor he has and lead Atlas to full-on invasion when he saw what had happened to you.” You’re at a loss for words. You couldn’t imagine your father voluntarily letting one of his children leave Atlas, and as many faults as he has, Jacques Schnee isn’t the type to scare easily.

“Is there anything I can do?” you ask. “Of course, Whitaker,” she responds, gentle tones already soothing the full panic that had begun to set in. “Stay in Vale. Do well at Beacon. Take care of your sister, and don’t worry about us.” That wasn’t going to be easy. The idea of the White Fang, essentially, laying siege to Atlas invited a great deal of worry about your family. “Whitaker,” she speaks up again, interrupting your train of thought, “It’s getting late.” You check the time on the terminal you’re using, and sure enough, it’s almost eleven. “I’m sure you’ve got something important happening tomorrow, so I’ll let you go. I love you.”

“I love you too, mom.” The link disconnects and you’re left with a ball of nervous energy in your gut. She specifically asked you not to worry about it, because there isn’t anything you can do to help. She has no idea that you know a former member of the White Fang. Someone who would have a fairly good idea of how the Fang would run an operation like this. You stand up suddenly, rocketing the chair backward with the back of your knees. You sprint into the elevator and, once you reach the ground, back to the Bullheads. You need to find Blake.

Same deal as always, I'm here to answer any questions.

>>1896970
What's your favourite food?

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>>1896940
>We on the Warpath now
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjIVkl34Vig
>Captcha
>Sold soul
pic related

>>1896974
Not memeing, spaghetti.

>>1896970
Unintentionally seducing every girl

But really, Can we do some eye of the tiger training so Whit can git gud? Because having Jaune catch up kinda stings

>>1896940
....so, I suppose the White Gang are out next target then.

>>1897217
*Unintentionally seducing every girl wen? /jk question

>>1897217
Juane isn't actually particularly shit. He's at least main character levels of raw strength.

I just wish his S4 'upgraded' weapon didn't look so much like a plastic toy.

Just an update for you guys, thanks to a mix up in IRL, I'm going to be unable to run this Wednesday. Saturday is still on, as of right now.

>>1902193
I forgive you. But, in exchange, you must answer my question (if it isn't a spoiler)- what is Whitaker's relationship with Whitley like?

>>1902393
It was pretty easy going when you left, but it HAS been half a year by now.

>>1902417
Then what is his alcohol tolerance? We may have Whit go and have brother time when we see him again. By force if necessary.

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>Great Grand Papi Schnee's face when the male side of the family almost forgot the warrior aspect of their clan.

>>1905277
Oh god, what if he rolls higher than us on alcohol tolerance?

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Have a Penny

>>1907480
Why yes, yes I will have this Penny.

>>1907479
Then he gets to be the embarrassed little brother that has to listen to how much we love him, while also trying not to get hit on to roughly by the barmaids.

>>1907479
Of course he will. Whitley takes after dear old mom and raids the liquor cabinet when no one is looking because he's dead on the inside.

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>>1909845
Yessss, the good doctor was a man of fine tastes when he created those breeding hips.

>>1911087
>Breeding
>Robot
How does that even work?

>>1914030
Science.

>>1914042
>JACOOOOBS

>>1914261
"Yes sir, is Penny having trouble fitting through small spaces with the upgrade she asked for?"

>>1907480
10/10 Penny.
Would marry and make/build/adopt adorable robot babies with.

So, as I'm sure you're all aware, we missed Wednesday's session due to some fuckery from my school. It's MOSTLY cleared up now, with little to no risk of me getting kicked out, in any case, so we're ready, set, and steady to start tomorrow at the usual time.

>>1915314
Did you have cops called on you too or something?

>>1915342
No, just had a financial agency bungle one of my school payments.

>>1915353
Ah, never went to collage, they fucked up my scholarships from the get go. So I just work now, no debt though, so that's nice. Sucks to hear your having problems with fucks up not knowing how to file paperwork though.

Unfortunately, family has come up, so we'll have to cancel tonight's session. Sorry, everyone, but we should be good to go this upcoming Wednesday.

>>1917940
Im going to eat your toes

>>1917940
Ha! The joke’s on you. I am tired from a busy day, and shall be having an early night. So it doesn’t matter to me anyway!

B-but, I would have enjoyed waking up to Whit’s adventures...