#mercury? gloating and security

[befuddled-calico-whump]

could you please please give more reasons for a whumper to, well, whump? i feel like sometimes my writing is disconnected because they don’t have any realistic motives to do what they do

Sure!

For Security: the whumpee has been overthrown in some way by the whumper, who keeps them under lock and key to prevent them from accumulating power and reclaiming their position.

For Gloating: the whumpee and whumper were bitter rivals. When whumper finally bests whumpee, they keep them around to relive the moment.

For Utility: the whumpee possesses a rare skill, and the whumper kidnaps or imprisons them in order to have access to it. (Bonus points if the whumpee refuses to comply!)

For Punishment: similar to vengeance, the whumpee is deemed villainous or criminal by society, and the whumper(s) feel justified in hurting them. After all, they deserve it, don't they?

For Fun: the whumper is in power over whumpee in some way, and has taken to torturing or tormenting them whenever they get bored.

For Deterrence: the whumpee has broken a rule and must be made an example of.

and as @stabbysheep said,

For Science: the whumper is conducting experiments, either out of curiosity or necessity, and they need the whumpee for the trials. Could be completely legal (maybe whumpee is a criminal, maybe they volunteered not knowing what they were signing up for, maybe they're not human), or not (whumpee is kidnapped to be used as the perfect test subject).

even more reasons

[alexandenigtscreations]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Poisoning, cough, lung trauma, Peter Nureyev has ADHD, Heist gone wrong Summary:

After Juno Steel and Peter Nureyev return from a salvaged heist, Juno proves to have a little cough that's more than what it seems.

Chapter 1:

“God damn it Ransom, would you hurry up?” Juno hissed, anxiously pacing back and forth through the garden path.  

He cast his eye about the place, the snaking paths, the exotic plants and flowers crammed into every corner; thriving under the environmentally controlled conditions of the dome.  Had to admit, as far as giant waists of creds went, an arboretum wasn’t bad... or whatever…

That is if said arboretum wasn’t a cover for a shady cybernetics firm Mercury Wear.  

The mission had been on shaky ground from the get go.  May have thought that a multi-billion cred company like Mercury Wear could afford some halfway decent security- but no.  

The place was a mess from the shoddy placement of it’s security cameras to the guard's off schedule patrols.  Juno for the life of him couldn’t figure out why they even bothered with them.  Five minutes into the heist and they nearly plowed into a patrol at least an hour late for that sector.  

There was something to be said for the unpredictability of their movements, lot harder to navigate a place when you didn’t know what or who was around the corner.  But it lost a lot of it’s edge with how haphazard it all seemed to be.  

He turned on his heel, pacing up the way he came.  Cursing the decorative hedge rows and bursts of color from the flowers, making him see shadowy figures around every turn.

Damn it Nureyev- Where are you?  Juno did his best to quash the worry niggling away rising up within, but didn’t have to do so for long.  

There was a cracking sound, Juno stiffened, head whipping around for the source-  

Nothing-

He was just jumping at ghosts- great.

Juno turned back to his vigil, trying to keep the place clear for when Nureyev made an appearance.  Casually shifting his grip on his blaster when wham!

Something plowed into his side, a youthful voice shouting out “Intruder!”

His blaster was sent flying, making him swear.  They were bigger than he was and it was hard to stay on his feet with a blow like that.  He balled up his fist, and planted it into his attacker’s gut.  They coughed, doubled over, and Juno prepared for another blow but this time hit only air as they twirled away.

The opponent may be green, but was no stranger to a fight- that could be a problem….

“Hey!  Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Juno barked at their retreating back.  Their arm was wrapped firmly around their middle and they seemed- scared.  Juno didn’t have time to think about that as he lunged forward and just managed to catch hold of their uniform before they disappeared between another oasis hedge row.

They hissed and twisted in his grasp, scrabbling for purchase on the raised flower beds.  Squeaking “Let me go!  Let me go or else!”  The fear was plain in their voice, catching and tearing at the edges.  And god- Juno hated that, wishing more than ever he could have just stunned this stupid kid rather than dealing with all of this.

“Can’t- Do that-” Juno grunted, and it was true.

The fact was that Juno couldn’t afford to let them go- couldn’t afford to give them the chance to trigger the alarm.  Couldn’t afford to bring any unnecessary attention to Nureyev while he still had a job to do.

“Damn it, would ya- hold- still- Ahh!”

They’d taken a fist full of dirt, red as the Martian sands and blown it into his face.  A cheap trick, an old trick, but... it worked.  Juno reeled back scrubbing at his eye and gagging on the bitter taste.  He’d eaten plenty of dirt in his time.  Unintentionally, of course, but this was particularly foul.  

Soon as his hold loosened, the guard sent a kick to his chest that would make a sewer rabbit proud.  

Galaxies exploded in front of his watering vision as he was sent sprawling.  The kid was gloating and somewhere he was aware of Nureyev calling out to him.  

Nureyev- that thought stuck in his mind.  

A shuddering gasp later and Juno recovered enough to realize that the guard made a mistake-  There his weapon was, somehow, laying right next to him.  He took up the blaster, aimed and made the shot.

The guard crumpled.

“Detective!” Nureyev appeared “Are you alright?” he offered a hand pulling Juno upright.

“Yeah.  Fine, just one second-” he crossed to the guard, they were quite still, almost too still.  Not something he’d normally worry about if it weren’t for how young they looked, maybe the same age as he was when he joined the HCPD.  The hell were they doing in a job like this?  “Ohh thank god-” he exclaimed, the kid’s pulse beat a strong tattoo under his fingers.  Captain Khan would be proud.

“Juno?”

“Can’t leave an unconscious guard out in the open now can I?” He hoisted them up under the armpits and dragged them behind the hedge.  Their sleeve hiked up over their wrist and Juno’s gut twisted.

A debtor's tag.

Damn-

He really hated rich people.  

“Love, are you-” Nureyev paused mid sentence, looking down at the glittering bit of tech on the kid’s wrist.  “Ah, an…. employee of the Board of Fresh Starts then.  That would explain something about discipline of the place.”

“Yeah, I think it does.”

Just then, their radio crackled to life.  Though Juno couldn’t understand what was being said, the way the message repeated it was clear that they were expecting a response.

Before he could so much as share a look with Nureyev, the doors banged open and guards started to pour in.

“I believe that that is our cue, Detective.”

“No kidding.” he quipped.  But Nureyev was already making his way out of the greenhouse.  “Hey!  N-Ransom!” Juno took off running after, clearing a path for them to get through with well placed shots.  

“Thank you Love!” Nureyev turned briefly to flash him the signature fox’s grin, blown all the wider from adrenaline.

“Yeah, yeah.  Eyes front Babe-” he wheezed “you can thank me later.  Whoa! Hey!” a bolt of plasma whizzed past his ear, sparking dead against the wall.  Juno was about to pivot and return the favor when Nureyev yanked him around the corner, commanding the door shut.  

“Juno, the lock-”

Juno saw what he meant.  It was a cheap thing made of poor quality metals.  “On it.” Not the safest thing in the world, but at this range, he couldn't afford to miss.  One shot was all it took to fuse the mechanism.  

Though he really ought to have expected the fumes.  As soon as he took a whiff of the stuff his lungs seemed to launch a full scale revolt.  Probably would have keeled over if it weren’t for Nureyev’s steading arm about his waist.  

“Are you quite alright Love?”

His lungs still felt unpleasantly tight, but he was no longer coughing which was a plus.  “Yeah, jus’ fine- Forgot how much I missed the smell of burning epoxy in the morning-”

“I’ll make a note not to add it to my cologne collection then.”

Juno rolled his eyes, picking up his pace to match Nureyev’s easy strides.  Taking a moment to both appreciate and curse those long legs.  They could hear the pounding footsteps come up from behind.  Whatever time they’d bought with the door trick was coming to an end.

Damn.

“How do we get out of this damned place?”  Juno demanded.  He’d gotten hopelessly lost several turns back.

“Like this.”  Nureyev flung open a door with a flourish.  Several faces stared up at them from the stairwell, “Or not.” He shut it just as quick; moving aside for Juno to fuse that lock as well.  

“Just how many escape routes you have left in there?” he wheezed against the pressure in his chest.  

“Seven.” He shot over his shoulder.  The pounding of boots issued from the corridor to the right, drawing Nureyev’s attention, “Make that five.”

“Five?  Oh, Great.” he skidded to a halt at the mouth of the hall, grounding his feet and lining up the shots.  Three guards, he could take out three guards.  

“A simple process of elimination Detective.” He grinned, pulling Juno out of the way of an erratic burst of blaster fire.  At the same time, he extracted a smoke bomb from one of his overstuffed pockets, lobbing it back the way they came.  

To their credit, the guards weren’t idiots.  They knew a threat when they saw one and high tailed it back the way they came as the corridor filled with a brilliant purple smoke.  

Nureyev turned, leading him down the corridor bearing the stunned guards, flinging open another door.  

“Another Stairwell?” Juno asked bewildered.  

“Of Course love, unless-” he paused long enough to give Juno a cheeky grin “you’d rather we take a window or the vents.”

“You know, been meaning to take more stairs.”

Even skipping two at a time Juno was outpaced.  Nureyev could vault over the edges of the banister, his feet barely touching the ground before he was once more air born.  Juno plowed on, his lungs burning, itching with the effort of catching up.  He suddenly regretted missing all those physical therapy appointments.  

There was a loud bang and a shout, sounds of a scuffle.  Juno readied his blaster, heart in his throat.  He relaxed a little when he heard Nureyev’s voice, slightly strained.  He was saying something in a language Juno didn’t understand, and someone was shouting back.  

“Juno, Dear, if I might have some- assistance.”

It took less than a second to eye up the situation.  Nureyev’s arm wrapped around the neck of a struggling guard, using them as a shield while another had their blaster trained on him.  They plainly weren’t ready to shoot their companion, which was good for Nureyev.  

“Yeah babe.”

The guard only had a second to lock eyes with Juno before she took a stunner to the chest.  

“Thank you Love.” Nureyev tightened his grip on the person’s pulse point.  Their mouth opened wide, gasping, desperately scrabbling with his arm until they went limp.  He held on for a moment longer to ensure they were truly out before letting their weight slide to the floor.  Juno stooped, exposing the guard’s wrist.  “I assure you love, they’ll be quite alright.”

Juno gave a soft laugh “Yeah, I know-  Just looking to see if they have any accessories.”  They did.  He stepped aside showing the debtor’s tag to his partner.  “Been in this mess for three years by the looks of it.”

“Indeed.”  

Nureyev crossed to examine the other guard “Six years.”

“Damn, she looks young.”

“Never too early to acquire debt.” There was a bitterness to his tone that Juno longed to ask about, but wasn’t sure if he was allowed to yet.  

Just like he wasn’t sure if he could ask about the subtle change in Nureyev’s fighting style when they were paired on missions.  

It hadn’t escaped his notice that Nureyev had allowed more people to survive their encounter with the nameless thief.  Juno knew this was less about his own sensibilities and more about- trust.  That belief that someone had your back as much as you had theirs.  The sight of his boyfriend knocking someone out cold with a choke hold probably shouldn’t make his stomach do flips, but there they were.  God, they were both saps.

Juno coughed roughly into his elbow, earning him a look from his knight in stolen armor.  

“Not much further Love.  Jet has been notified of our change in exits.”

“Wow, don’t waste any time, do you?”

“No such thing as wasting time with such delightful company.”

Juno groaned affectionally, coughing again into his sleeve.  

He was right, they were practically right next to the exit.  Nureyev dashed ahead, drawn to the green of the Ruby.  He opened the door wide, allowing Juno to pile wheezing into the back seat before joining him.  

The Ruby whistled cheerily and Nureyev returned “It’s wonderful to see you as well Ruby, Jet.”  He gave nods to each in turn.  

“I appreciate the notice in the change of pick up locations.” Jet acknowledged.  

“Thank you for making the- adjustments,” Nureyev searched for his seat buckle, “to the plan.  It can’t have been easy on such short notice.” and offered a smile that Jet did not return.  

“It is important to be flexible in our line of work.”

“Quite.”

“Nice to see you too Big Guy, but could we get out of here?” Juno coughed, “Surveillance in this place is kind of lax, but I guarantee you that at least a few guards will notice a bright green car.”

“I imagine so, the Ruby 7 is many things but is not inconspicuous.”  

The Ruby made a sound that if Juno didn’t know any better would say was disapproval.  

Once they were off, Nureyev turned to look at Juno, laughing softly “Love, what in heaven have you got on your face.” He reached up, brushing a thumb under his good eye.  

“Wha? Oh! Yeah!  The kid fought dirty.”  he explained, scrubbing at his face with a sleeve, only for Nureyev to place a handkerchief into his hand.  

“Perhaps you’ll have better luck with this.”

Juno smiled fondly, leave it to Nureyev to bring a handkerchief to a heist.  

“I suppose I should not be surprised.  Out of all the people on the Carte Blanche, the one that would pick a fight with a child would be you.” Jet commented.

Juno’s head snapped up, “Hold on Big Guy,” he objected “first off, they were much taller and secondly I think you and I both know that I-” and he caught it.  The crinkle around Jet’s eyes and the faint up turn in his lips that he’d of missed a year ago, he coughed “Oh very funny.”

“I should think this a serious matter.”

“Okay, hey, you know what I meant!”

He spent the rest of the flight back to the Carte Blanche idly bickering with Nureyev and Jet.  There was an odd tightness to his chest he couldn't place.  His hand kept drifting up to massage his sternum, as if he could magically reach through tissue and bone to ease the pressure.

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Once back, he headed to the shower to clean off the remaining sandy residue and, hopefully, open his lungs back up.  Juno Steel was many things but lucky was not one of them.  The spray washed over his skin, the steam warming his insides as he lathered and scrubbed in his usual fashion.  He turned to reach for his towel.  He could have sworn he’d stilled- but the shower kept on spinning.  

The steam that had felt so good a moment before now felt oppressive, suffocating.  

He tried to draw in breath, but he just couldn’t. Couldn’t hold anything down.  Fear spiked as dark spots bloomed in front of his vision, threatening to swallow him whole.  He launched himself out of the shower, slamming into the opposite wall.  Feet only just gaining purchase on the smooth-grip flooring.  

By some miracle, his airway cleared on impact.  Juno’s chest crackled with each forced gulp of air.  But he was breathing, and that was….good.  

He coughed again, spitting pink into the sink.  

A knock came at the door making him jump "Juno, love.  The Family Meeting is about to start."

"Jus-" his voice came out harsh and broken.  He rinsed and repeated, "Just-a minute."

“Alright.  I’ll see you there.”

“Yeah-”

Once it became apparent that he wasn’t going to keel over any time soon, Juno straightened, dressed.  The itch was still there but whatever freak thing that had him choking on nothing seemed to have resolved itself.  

"Juno-"  Buddy admonished, "how kind of you to join us."

"Yeah-" he coughed "had a lot to consider, like why you didn't tell us Enterprise Labs had dealings with the Board of Fresh Starts.  You said you'd-"

"There were people from the Board of Fresh Starts there?"  Buddy queried.  

"Yes Captain.  The security team seemed to have been compromised entirely of the unfortunates indebted to the organization."  Nureyev’s hands flourished through the air.  

"We knew they had ties darlings, but had no idea the connection ran that deep."

Rita’s eyes went overly large, “I didn’t see nothin’ about that in our intel Captain A, I swear-  Unless-” she gasped “Wait- let me check somethin’.” and she dove nose first into her comms, hot pink nails clacking against the screen.  

Juno opened his mouth wanting to argue further but Vespa cut in.  "If you think you are the only one that cares, Steel, think again-" she flicked back her sleeve revealing her debtors tag.  

The anger from a moment ago dissipated in an instant.  Hell, he felt so tired, drained.  Juno kneaded his chest trying again to ease the prickling.

"Yeah, right.  So what are we going to do about it?" Another cough, the harshness of it taking him by surprise.

"As loath as I am to admit it.  For now there is nothing we can do darling, save plot and scheme our way to the cure mother prime.  A collapse of their business model ought to put quite the dent in their debtor’s practice.” she frowned, “Are you quite alright?"

"What?  Yeah-"he coughed all the harder "Just forgot how to breathe and swallow at the same time-" and dissolved into a fit.  He was making a scene and worst of all he didn’t even know what was causing it.  All he wanted was to shut the hell up and get out of there.

Buddy gave a disbelieving humm as she watched while Nureyev massaged circles into his back with clever fingers.  Stars burst in front of his eyes and his head was set to pounding in no time.  

“Damnit” he rasped at last, panting.

“Quite.  Well if you have similar issues in the future darling, might I suggest you pay a visit to our resident physician?”

Juno pulled a face, Vespa took offence and the rest of the meeting passed in much the same fashion.  Juno didn’t really need to talk, so didn’t.  After all, he'd just been playing lookout while Nureyev stole some data and installed some spyware.  Mercury Wear’s security seemed to be something of a joke to Rita.  She kept bouncing up and down in her seat with each new discovery on her comms.  Juno very much doubted anyone else would be able to get that far in such a short space of time.  He may not know much about computers, but he did know Rita was one of a kind.  

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“Are you sure you want to stay Nureyev?  I think I’m comin’ down with somethin.  Wouldn’t want you to catch-”

“Nonsense love,” Nureyev waved him off, “Besides,” he sidled up closer and delicately laid a kiss on Juno’s forehead, much to the Detective's chagrin “how could I possibly leave a lady in distress?”

“‘Reyev~” Juno groaned, despite himself sinking into the man’s chest.

“And- I'm certain to have caught whatever it is you have by now love.  We do spend a lot of quality time together."

Juno scoffed "If you call a shoot out, 'quality time' then we may need to reevaluate our leisure activities."

"But oh my Detective" Nureyev coyly walked his fingers along Juno's collar bone, sliding into some silly character "I do love a lady who knows their way around a blaster-"

"Reyev-"

"Why, the smell of the plasma-" he made the words as breathy as possible.

"Come onnnn-" Juno mock groaned, hiding his smile in a cough.

"The smell of the plasma-" Nureyev plowed on as if Juno hadn't said a thing "just makes me all funny inside."

Juno burst out laughing "funny inside?"

"I assure you love," Nureyev broke character "this is a serious matter.  Now where were we-"

Juno laughed all the harder, until his breath caught and he dissolved into a fresh fit.

"Oh Juno-" Nureyev wrapped an arm around him bracing him through it.  "Sorry love, I shouldn't have pushed so hard."

"It's- fine-" he managed between coughs.

"I dare say it isn't.  We should have Vespa take a look at you."

"Nn-no."  Juno panted, swallowing against the soreness. "no way- in hell- am I bothering her at this hour.  And certainty not for a cold or whatever."

"It's the 'whatever' that concerns me Juno-"

He wasn't going to let it go.  It was easy to see that, so Juno decided on a compromise.  "I'll see her tomorrow if it makes you feel better." messaging his sternum again.  

Nureyev made a resigned sort of sound.  "It will have to do."

"Good."  Exhaustion pulled him down into the bed "you coming?"

Nureyev looked as though he had something to say, but thought better of it "Of course." and climbed in.  With a practiced ease he cuddled close, worming an arm under Juno's neck so that the lady could curl into his side, a gentile hand running lazily down his spine.  Juno shivered at the touch.  The persistent itch in his lungs continued, but that nagging pressure seemed to ease up.

He nuzzled in, ear to Nureyev’s chest and allowed the beat of his partner's heart to lull him to sleep.

[Reblogs are greatly appreciated] 

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

For all of his posturing, Mercury’s confidence completely revolves around picking fights he knows he can win. He picks fights with Pyrrha, Yastuhashi, Yang, whoever others perceive to be strongest just to prove to himself that he’s better. His default emotion before a fight is smugness, and if he can’t win a fight against someone (Cinder, Salem, Qrow), he’ll ally with whoever is sure to win so he can still come out on top. But in volume 5, that repeatedly gets shut down: Raven laughs in his face, he needs Emerald’s help to take on Yang, Ruby “I’m helpless without a weapon” Rose headbutts him in the face, and in the end his allies fail and he’s forced to flee from the very students he once beat up to feed his ego. He’s found comfort and security in picking opponents he can defeat and allying with the winning side, but that’s gone now.

He may be trying to become that egotistical, superior bully again by training harder so he can beat them next time, but his fight with Tyrian is probably the first time onscreen that he’s attacked out of pure rage, almost certainly knowing it was pointless but doing it anyway. There’s no gloating, no self-assuredness, just defiance. Mercury’s changing, whether he acknowledges it or not, and he’s gonna keep changing because his world is a whole lot bigger than top dogs and who can beat who. 

And deep down, he knows that. Because he’s the kid who risked life and limb against a father he didn’t know if he could beat, just because something in him said “No more.”. 

[remnantoforario]

RWBY V7 Premiere Notes

Welp, it’s that time of year again. New RWBY season, and you know with that means...the time has come for me to give my thoughts. As usual this isn’t a review or anything. It’s just my random thoughts while watching the episode. Here we go.

The fact that there isn’t a call sign or something for military personnel when they arrive back at Atlas REALLY says a lot about how bad the organization is. 

I mean, duh, Weiss! It’s not like you ran from home or anything. 

Yes, try calling Winter. Not like she wouldn’t take you back home either...

If I couldn’t reach the top shelf of my cabinet I would be tired too.

Yeah...Liebrecht’s gonna take some getting used to.

I am confused as to why Weiss wouldn’t think her sister wouldn’t be involved in Ironwood’s daily “affirmations” to the people.

The fact that Weiss is walking around the city uncovered, irks me on so many levels. Same with Blake and her ears. 

As does the fact that no one is wearing a jacket, but that’s another gripe for later.

Hey look! Depressed faunus!

Hey look! Blake not giving much of a shit!

“This place looks awful.” Gee, Blake, you think?! I mean it’s not like this is the place where Adam possibly got branded or where Ilia’s parents died or anything. Im pretty sure it was all sunshines and rainbows then.

Also did you ever tell your friends you and Yang murdered a man?

Where is everyone else? They were together literally a few seconds ago.

“We can’t cause a scene.” Well seeing as how Wiess is walking around without a care in the world like she isn’t a Schnee and Yang destroyed a drone in the middle of the street, in sure you guys could set off a bomb and no one would care.

Thanks...drunk exposition guys.

Ok first, where did you come from, Weiss? Second, why are you attacking civilians in the middle of the street?!

ten bucks says the white haired woman is the Winter Maiden

Ha! Old people can’t remember things.

How could you have gotten to Atlas sooner, Maria, when the border was sealed off and Cordovin hates you? If anything without those dumbs kids and Qrow you wouldn’t have made it period.

The fact that no one has recognized Weiss Schnee or Yang (who was seen on national TV attacking Mercury), ensures that they keep the LOWEST of profiles (either that or the writing has failed us yet again)

Pietro. Because Gepetto was too on the nose.

Has everyone been in a coma the past three volumes? How do they not know that Fall set off this chain reaction across the world? 

Also, Weiss should have known all of this since she was LIVING IN ATLAS AFTER THE FALL! Did she not know what was going on outside her own window?

And Yang was watching the news everyday before looking for Ruby, did she just ignore all the important stuff and stare at the ticker?!

How do they not know who hacked the grid? CINDER LITERALLY MADE A SPEECH AND GLOATED AFTER SHE DID IT!

“Days Since Last Nonsense: 0″ If that isn’t the truest sign I have ever seen in my life

Weiss...YOU WERE EAVESDROPPING ON YOUR FATHER’S CONVERSATION WITH IRONWOOD BEFORE YOU LEFT! You should know exactly how the council feels.

FINALLY Someone recognizes her. 

Ruby, you should not be surprised that people know your team. One of them is the heiress of the biggest dust company in the known world, and another “crippled” a kid on live TV. Im surprised it took this long for someone to spot you.

Nora, stop talking about out plot holes. That’s my job.

Jaune, actually being useful in a fight...that’s a new one.

There’s bullets in that cane?

It’s almost like CRWBY remembered that Weiss does more than summon or something.

Penny AKA the only thing anyone will remember this episode for.

So Penny’s destroyed corpse was just lying around in Amity Arena until it floated towards Atlas? That’s...kinda morbid.

Is Nora just audience proxy at this point?

Now Maria’s doing it too...

DRAMATIC SLOW MOTION!

Way to secure the relic, Ruby

Ace Ops...get it?! Do ya get it?!

Also I bet the only two the fandom will care about are the girls in the group.

Only in RWBY are people actually DOING THEIR JOBS portrayed as antagonists 

You mean the main cast being punished for a wrongdoing? No, Qrow. No one expected that. 

V7 OP is a bit of a banger. Jaune’s hair is still beyond stupid though.

Yang can shoot fireballs now as of this OP. Jaune’s shield also got an upgrade it looks like.

Oscar v. Ironwood? That looks interesting.

No Cinder or Neo in this OP. I know not to get my hopes up.

Relic looks to be a staff this time, cool.

Minus a few odd moments, the premiere was solid enough. Started putting some things in motion and introducing some new elements. Hopefully this volume doesn’t fall off a cliff like V6 did. 

[allaboutparanormal]

Card Reading for Tuesday 18th September 2018 / The Moon Oracle

Disseminating Waning Water Moon - Kali Black Goddess  - Mansion 6 Bridge

Disseminating Waning In Water Fruit - Commitment This is a time that denotes an emotional gain from developments that have occurred in the past. The crop is now harvested: it's time to recap the benefits.

Within a relationship this might indicate the birth of a child or any other fruitful development from partnership. Moon in Cancer Symbolising birth and parenthood, the moon in its natural sign during this phase in its cycle indicates that you are totally committed to an emotional decision you made during the recent past. Moon In Scorpio In this sign the disseminating phase of the moon becomes intense and you become devoted to the continued positive development if the issue of concern Moon in Pisces This is a time in which you can delight in applying your imagination devotedly to the secure emotional relationship that has evolved  ******

Disseminating Waning Water Moon - Kali Black Goddess  - Mansion 6 Bridge Kali  Black Goddess - Sagittarius - Fire If you fight you'll have to pay the price Kali the "black mother" Hindu Goddess of Nature, ogress wife of the great god Siva, stands balanced on foot.  Her face is stern and a drop of blood can be seen between her dark eyebrows.  She dances the ecstatic dance of victory that makes the earthquake.  She has four arms, two emerging from each shoulder. She carries in one hand a goblet, which signifies, her drinking of the blood of demon Raktavija (Raktabīja).  In other hand she holds a knife and in the others the severed head of two of her giant victims, Her headdress is decorated with more heads & serpents. She's a fearsome character & her blue skin contrasts with the blood red sky behind her. Beneath the image are the symbol for the fire sign Sagittarius and the moon disk of the black goddess.  Kali Ma is just one of the many personas of the wife of Siva. The goddess assumed many guises in her work - the destruction of demons, challenged the gods.   In the name of Parvati, she was perceived as a beautiful young woman who spoke with her husband of love and lofty metaphysical subjects.   As horrific Kali she fought with the chief of the army of demons  Raktavija (Raktabīja). She stuck him many times with her powerful weapons but each drop of his blood that fell to earth  gave birth to thousand powerful giants. To stop creation of giants, Kali was forced to drink every drop of  Raktavija (Raktabīja)'s blood until the chief demon defeated. After conquering her adversary she was so elated, she danced a dance of joy so enthusiastically that the whole earth shook.  The other gods pleaded with her husband to ask her to stop but she was so crazed with the blood and the excitement that she trampled Siva to death. She was distraught when she discovered the result of her madness. Despite her horrifying appearance she was venerated and even became attractive to her followers. She represents both creative and destructive energy.  The cult of Kali is linked to Tantric practices that seek to control our sexual nature. Drawing the goddess Kali reveals that whatever your opposition, you must pursue a policy of no mercy if you wish to achieve success   Action without inhibition is demanded and you will need to be ruthless in sticking your plans.  However it's important to realise that if you gloat something you value will be lost. Mansion 6  Bridge  From 04.17 Gemini to 17.08 Gemini Ruled by Mercury & Venus Two unclothed figures, one with short hair and the other one with long hair, stand facing opposite directions. They are making considerable efforts to contact with one another by forming a bridge, they each reach out above their heads to touch hands, and they each bend one knee to touch feet.  Athaia  The Little Star of Great Light  Traditionally when the moon was in this mansion the Arabs believed that it slowed recovery after illness.  It was considered a good time to besiege a good town or to make a revenge if you were a prince.  Mercury & Venus are very different in their drive to express themselves. They symbolise opposing views, Mercury is facile, fast and versatile, while Venus is slow and possessive. However they share the ability to socialise, ruled by those two planets the mansion is about different of opinions or ideas.  The touching of two figures represents the ability of forming a bridge, to find mutual ground and to strike a compromise.  The Deck Used Here

The Moon Oracle