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"Weiss Schnee...Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company." Tittania twirled Celestia about before slamming the blade down in front of the fellow Atlesian, staring her in the eyes with vigor: finally, a challenge! Someone she'd looked up to, someone that might ENTERTAIN her! "I challenge you to a duel!" [And then she pulls out her deck of cards...]

    Ice-clothed shoulders jump as the girl sets down the clearly hefty blade. A look of s k e p t i c i s m crosses her face, brows curved and eyes narrowed just slightly as she glances up at the other in shock and anger — they were in the library, for goodness’ sake!

               ❛First of all, who are you? ❜    Blue hues drift down to the blade wedged in the nice hardwood flooring; hopefully she doesn’t get in trouble when one of the professors most certainly finds that damage later.               ❛Second of all, we are in the library. Are you insane? ❜

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Stizza glanced toward the Heiress; of course she knew about Weiss (who didn't), but the rumors about her being cold and uninviting couldn't be ALL true, could they? "Hey. Weiss, right?" She outstretched a gauntleted hand toward the noble, cheerful smile stretched wide across her face. "Haven't heard of you since Beacon...what'cha doin' in Mistral?"

    Snowy hair sways as the ex-heiress turns, glacial eyes looking for the source of the voice; at the sight of the unfamiliar girl, one brow raises. It takes her a moment to process the outstretched limb, and just a moment longer to raise her own — her journey had her disoriented and tired. She forced a small smile despite the exhaustion.               ❛Yes, that’s me… Sorry, I’m not sure who you are. ❜    Words are colored with a tone of honesty, the Schnee shaking the other’s hand appropriately.               ❛I’m… here for a while. What are you doing here, if you’re from Beacon? ❜

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@acoupleofbravedorks || Iced Words Pour from Her Lips

               ❛ Jaune...? How did --- ❜     Snowy brows knit together, confusion making itself apparent on the ex-heiress’s features. Why was he here, in Mistral? If there was anyone she would have thought to stay in Vale with Ruby and the others, it was him (especially given how destroyed he’d seemed when she’d returned from the tower). So did that mean...?                ❛ Are Ruby and the others here? Blake? Yang? ❜     It’s been so long since she’s seen them and, while she’d never have admitted it before, she missed all of them --- including the blonde before her, whom she’d normally refer to as an ‘annoyance’.

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@seulnoir || Iced Words Pour from Her Lips

              ❛ Blake Belladonna, reformer of the Fang. ❜

    A bright smile comes from the Schnee as she rises, bright, clean frock-like overcoat swaying around her with the motion. She may be the Schnee Dust Company CEO now, she may have reclaimed her title, but Weiss Schnee would always make time for old friends. A snowy glove clasps the other on the shoulder, light and friendly.                ❛ It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Feel free to sit down, we should catch up. I’m sure reworking human-Faunus relations has been hard work. ❜     Of course, she won’t mention how she’s helped with that --- assisting the White Fang was the least she could do, given how awfully her own family (her father, more like) has treated their race in the past.

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┊𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖶𝖤𝖣.┊I have to head off for the night --- I’ll have to get to the rest of those asks tomorrow. Have a good one, guys!

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♣+ [Tittania]

Snow-White’s Reactions. || Accepting.

 At the sound of sniffling and soft, stifled cries from down the hall, the heiress finds herself making her way (rather curiously) toward the source. She stops outside the room, icy optics taking in what little she can see through the slit door. Fist clenches at her side upon sighting the shining body of a familiar bardiche through the door, and she pushes it open just slightly, ivory face peering around the edge.

     ❛Tittania? Do you… need help? ❜  (In truth, she’d never had to comfort someone who was crying…)

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☂ - From Dash, though it's his blue biker jacket instead of a jumper, which is probably quite big on Weiss.

Snow-White’s Reactions. || Accepting.

 Shoulders clad in an oceanic blue jump at the weight of the unfamiliar article upon them as the snowy princess spins around quickly, frosted eyes immediately resting upon the face of the man to whom the jacket belongs. The realization of whom it is comes quickly and the heiress sighs — yet another reminder of Father. She addresses the android carefully, voice controlled and calm.

      ❛Dash. Why are you here? ❜  She appreciates the gesture, but she has to know.

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Bloodstone

Let the Crystals Tell My Secrets. || Accepting.

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large.

During her time as heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, Weiss truly believed her place to be improving the world from behind the helm of its most powerful company. Of course, she didn’t truly settle on this thought (or realize it) until after being placed on RWBY and having her teammates grow on her, but once the thought was there — it would hardly leave. Now that she’s lost that title, however, she wishes to gain it back (by any method that doesn’t go against her own morals and values). The snow-white Huntress-in-training was in a position to make a difference — and she refuses to become just an insignificant piece on the board, not now that she knows how much needs to be done.

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Abalone

Let the Crystals Tell My Secrets. || Accepting.

  abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally.

While she’s cold as ice on the exterior and keeps her feelings locked away as much as possible, Weiss has trouble sometimes when thinking about her family life. She knows that others have had much better lives and it… tends to make her jealous. Her childhood was rather awful, between her mother falling farther into drinking and her father being, well, himself — so, when she sees happy children with their parents or the like, at times it can make her upset.

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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divine-blade-muses.

This was starting to really get on his nerves. This girl had been sitting here for a while and constantly insulting him. He took his fighting style very seriously, especially since he had learned it from his father. So the fact she was trying to change it made him livid to say the least. However, he wasn’t about to let her do that. After he had cut down several training dummies with ease, he turned to the woman and said “ Look, I had special permission to use this room from Ozpin so I don’t appreciate you trying to kick me out. Also, I don’t appreciate you insulting my fighting style. If you think its sloppy then we can settle this easily. We spar, and then i can show you how ‘sloppy’ it is Ice Queen.”

       ❛ I’m not insulting your style, simply giving pointers --- from one sword-user to another. ‘Sloppy’ never came out of my mouth a single time, thank you. And don’t the reserved rooms normally have signs on the door? I saw nothing. ❜   Her snowy skirt drifts around her waist as she rises from the corner of the room, powdered blue eyes slowly making their way to the man. A challenge? She’d be remiss to deny a spar, especially if it meant showing him that her tips were useful.

       ❛ Alright, since you’re asking so nicely. Let’s do this. ❜

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unbreakable-ribbons.

He stepped out from behind her to get a better look as she activated her Semblance. Manos felt a chill run through him, and wasn’t sure if it was either from the ice Weiss was forming or from the Heiress herself.

“See?” He tried to give her a small smile, still feeling the intensity coming off from her. “I figured you’d be able to do it.”

  Frosty breath emerges in a huff from the former Heiress’s lips, her navy-clad arms crossing over her chest at the words of the man. A small glare was directed at his smile.        ❛ Of course I was able to. I’m a Schnee, after all. ❜   She knew he was only trying to help, but she also knew that accepting his help would mean going against her own need for independence --- a need that came to her from Father’s icy clutches.

       ❛ It would be ridiculous to have to ask for help. ❜

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Practicing ～(*‘▽’*)♪

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lotusisms.

It’s taken Ren everything he can to stealthily get by the defenses of Schnee Manor, but it’s luckily left him in a good enough position to do what he needs to. Unfortunately, this was no simple mission, and he had to go it alone, leading to something of exhaustion. Nevertheless, he’s still determined.

Now that he’s in range, he knows that a call to Weiss should work, and he does get through, seeing the white hair and blue eyes of the heiress. He gives a soft sigh of relief.

“–Weiss, we can play 20 Questions later,” he quickly interjects, but then interrupts himself by going invisible as a spotlight shines over his position and then back away. “Get your stuff, we’re going. I’m at your window, in the nearby tree.”

  The sigh does nothing to answer such hasty questions, and she finds herself struck by something of impatience. A frosty tint colors her words, her response curt.        ❛ Twenty questions? I was asking after Ruby, Ren, that’s hardly playing a game--- ❜   Glacial breath catches in her throat as she sees the bright light come through his Scroll camera --- if he got caught here, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to get him out, not with how her father (that awful man) was treating her at the moment. She calls his name in a hushed tone as the light passes, worry pervasive in the words --- not that she’d admit her worry...

       ❛ Ren? Are you --- ❜   Wait. He’s where?        ❛ Give me a minute. I’ll be right down. ❜ 

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qrowbranwhen.

Qrow tensed slightly at her words, but shoot his head quickly. He looked around, a little in awe at the moment — he had never been in the Schnee Manor before; why was it so blue? No wonder everyone was so fuc–

Another shake of the head, he was getting off topic.

“Shh Weiss I’ve only been here for a few days, I would have come sooner but, well, there’s a lot of people here alright?” he hissed out quietly, “I’ve actually come to help get out of here, and we’re going to need to hurry. According to what I’ve managed to plan out, we have an opening until six– so ten minutes. Grab what you can and lets get going.”  

  Glacial blue eyes followed the rusty gaze as it traced around crystallized bricks and white marble floors --- to most, the Manor was a beautiful sight, an icy paradise. To the two elder children who had been stuck here for so long, however, it was more of a prison.   A huff came in response to his words, pale lips twisting slightly as though met with a sour taste.         ❛ Been where? In Atlas? How hard could it be to spot this Manor? ❜   She knew she shouldn’t be this harsh on the Hunter (he’d come to help her, or so he’d claimed) but, as always, she couldn’t help it.

        ❛ Ten minutes? That’s hardly enough time to make it to my room, much less get out of here. ❜

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eyyy what’s up i’m actually still alive also i finally watched rwby