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Picking up the Remnants (Post-GM Worm/RWBY AU crossover)

Discussion in 'Creative Writing' started by Niiyu, Apr 29, 2019.

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  1. kaazmiz

    kaazmiz Waiting for an Issekai Adventure

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    This is great parenting 101... right until a child decides to cut ties with the whole family ,and obtains support of the law to ensure it stays that way.
     
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  2. Niiyu

    Niiyu Getting out there.

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    Just a quick update for you all on the chapter. I'm working through some stuff and Crimson being a wage slave, we hadn't finished the chapter on time. However! We are hopeful we can get it done today, possibly in the evening.

    Thank you for your patience. We are blown away by all the support <3
     
  3. Threadmarks: Chapter Six: Bookworm
    Niiyu

    Niiyu Getting out there.

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    Taylor Hebert
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    I’m getting flashbacks to Lisa…

    Kali, with the sheer weight of her optimism, managed to convince me to go shopping. Clothes, decorations for the room I was given, anything I wanted by her own admission. I mainly allowed it because I felt like I shouldn’t throw away the honesty and sincerity that she gave me just a few days ago.

    It was nostalgic for me as well. The times where things weren’t necessarily better, but… simpler. When all I had to contend with were childhood bullies and a misguided undercover operation.

    “Taylor, come look at this! Ooooo, This is so pretty!!” I’m snapped from my reminiscing by none other than Kali as she practically darts from stall to stall in the open air market, yelling back at me, seemingly uncaring of the many bemused and slightly annoyed stares.

    With a put upon sigh, I follow the excitable catwoman, down stall after stall, all the while hoping she’s nowhere near as persuasive as Lisa.

    Idly glancing at what the stalls have to offer but seeing nothing that piques my interest, I wonder if I’ll find anything that I’d be interested in…

    That’s when I see it, between a break in the stalls, a simple painted on a foldable wooden sign standing up from the grass, the works in a dark black.

    “Book Sale!! 25-75% off!! Today only!”

    Now that piques my interest.

    An almost giddy smile creeping onto my face. Politely working my way past the many humans and Faunus out and about today, I make it past the stalls, taking in the decently sized building in front of me.

    The wooden sign painted white with neat black writing reading, “Judging a Book: Tukson's Bookstore” proudly displayed above the light green double doors. Stepping up the light brown steps and opening the door, I hear the jingle of a bell above me, announcing my presence.

    Closing the door behind me, a light genuine smile on my face, I take a deep breath. The lovely smell of paperbacks and ink more than welcome to my senses. Looking around the actual store, it’s very neat and organized, the shelves like a well looked after library. Books upon books decorating the shelves making me feel like a little girl in a candy store.

    When was the last time I actually got to simply visit a bookstore? Hell, when was the last time I got to actually sit down and read a real book?

    Too long.

    A soft smile makes itself at home on my face as I discover what all new literature this world has to offer, finding I’m genuinely excited to find out!

    Running my finger gently along the spines of the multitude of multi-colored books, reading the all-new titles and occasionally pulling some out to flip through, I stumble across something more than shocking.

    At first, I don’t believe it, but pulling it out I stare at the cover in disbelief.

    “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde”

    What is this doing here?!

    This book was on Bet, my world! How did it get here? Did someone remake it?

    Opening the plain dark brown cover, I flip through the first few pages, skimming it and comparing it to the mostly remembered version I read as a kid.

    It’s almost identical…

    Closing the book, I just stare at the golden letters of the cover in shock, a small sticker proclaiming it’s 50% off. If this is here… then what does that mean? Was the author a cape? No, that’s ridiculous, capes started showing up in the nineteen-eighties. Then how does this exist…?

    It seems so out of place with what I’d seen of this world. Though, I could be overthinking this… it could simply be that two people in the many worlds came up with the same story. Is there versions of us on different worlds…?

    With a heavy sigh, I rub my temples, feeling a dull headache brewing at the thought.

    “Ahh, I see you’ve found a classic.” A deep, rumbling voice comes from my left. I grip the book with white knuckles, viciously suppressing my instinctual reaction to sweep his legs and go for the face…

    Calming myself with a sharp intake of breath, I turn to glare at the man for sneaking up on me.

    He must sense my ire as I see a young and muscular dark-haired man with impressive sideburns and yellow eyes. His hands up in the universal symbol for harmlessness, “Apologies miss, should’ve known better than to sneak up on a huntress.” He explains, subtly glancing from my softening glare to my stump of an arm.

    Before I can get a word in, he continues while lowering his arms, “Names Tukson, I’m the owner. Could I help you with anything to make up for my mistake?”

    While he’s being rather polite and seems to be genuinely apologetic, I really don’t really wish to talk to him, “Not right now, thank you, I’m just browsing for now.

    While I don’t want to be outright rude, I’d rather seek solace in a few good books for the first time in what seems like a lifetime.

    Thankfully, his yellow eyes brighten and Tukson nods in understanding, “Of course, I’ll be at the register if you need anything, miss.” He says his parting then disappears around the edge of the shelf to attend the register.

    Turning my attention back to the anomaly in my hands, I check the price again, four lien. Placing the book between my stump and my side, I reach into the front pocket of my shorts and pull out the two white cards and one yellow I was given by Kali.

    Lien, it’s called. Apparently, the entire world of Remnant uses it, an oddity already, but what’s weirder is the currency itself. Five types of colored plastic cards, all holding a certain denomination that’s refillable.

    I still think it’s needlessly complicated, their world’s currency is basically gift cards. The obvious issue is keeping track of which card has how much left. Do they write on it or have a way to easily check?

    But, I digress, the white apparently holds five lien, and the yellow holds ten if what Kali told me was true. So depending on the sales, I could maybe squeeze a few books from what I have on me.

    Sliding the cards back into my cargo shorts pocket, I keep the book snugly against my side as I go back to browsing in the fiction section.

    Running my eyes along the spines of this section, I find a curious book, “Ozma’s Fairytales.” Taking the book off the shelf and flipping through it, reveals a more novelized version of various tall tales from across Remnant. Huh, that could be interesting if nothing else than to find out the cultures of the different continents. The price tag reads “4 Lien”.

    Moving on and placing my new acquisition next to the previous one, I come across “Revenge of the Were-Grimm.” Yeah, I’ll pass.

    The strangest title I come across has to be “Ninja’s of Love”, opening the cover and skimming through the pages shows it’s nothing but smut and erotica. Rolling my eyes, I snap it closed and put it back on the shelf.

    Reaching the end of the non-fiction section with no more books catching my eye, I figure the non-fiction section will be more fruitful.

    Walking to the non-fiction, I find myself… genuinely relaxed and dare I say it, content just looking through books. Hell, I’m excited to get to Kali and Ghira’s home so I can sit down and read all day. No dangerous situations, no imminent threats, no reasons for concern, just me and some good books.

    I’m almost giddy.

    Arriving at the non-fiction part of the store I’ll definitely be coming back to, I browse the spines and titles of the multitude of books, seeing what catches my interest…

    “The Soul’s Toolbox: Aura” why hello there, you’ll be quite useful. Plucking the thin paperback from the shelf, I excitedly flip through it, my expectations not only met but surpassed. It’s a book documenting the uses of aura over the years! I only glance at the three lien pricetag as a formality, I’d buy this if it was all of my budget.

    I feel a slight, relaxed smile creeping its way to my face, more than happy with what I’ve found and excited for what else I’ll find as I now have to carry my three books in my good arm.

    Noticing another book I’m interested in, I’m forced to carefully place my so far gathered books on the dark green, carpeted floor so I can properly examine the large book labeled “Remnant, a History.”

    Pulling out the encyclopedia esque book, I barely have to look through it if only to confirm it’s what I think it is. A full history of Remnant to the modern day, a practical gold mine of information, for only five lien!

    Placing the rest of my smaller books on the larger one, I cradle my books against my stomach with my good arm.

    With my budget in mind, I sadly have to put away some books I’d like, but are over my four remaining Lien.

    What I do find, is what appears to be a technical book, “Mecha-Shift for Dummies.” The book turns out to be just as advertised, a guide to help someone who has no knowledge of Mecha-shift technology. Turning over the book, the pink price sticker proudly proclaiming it’s four lien price marks the end of my little shopping spree without exceeding my budget.

    Stacking my books from largest to smallest, I hoist the bundle with my arm, making sure it’s steady before taking my books to the register at the back of the store, more than satisfied with my purchases.

    As I approach, I see Tukson behind the counter in the corner of the room reading a novel while leaning back in… is that a leather recliner??

    Placing my pile of books on the counter, my eyebrow raised questioningly, he just smiles then shrugs, “It’s my store, I can have what I want. Plus, who else can say they can spend the day relaxing and reading for their job, only having to help customers find books?”

    When he puts it like that, it sounds like a pretty nice way to make a living.

    Seeing my pile of books, Tukson smiles widely as he pushes the leg rest of the recliner down, standing up and placing his novel on the armrest.

    “Quite a good selection you got here, nice mix of fact and fiction.” He says as he scans little barcodes on the back of the books. He then gestured to the main book I was interested in, “Jekyll and Hyde specifically, not a lot of people really appreciate the classics anymore. Most tend to go for the new young adult books or, between you and me…” He makes a show of glancing around before mock whispering, “Trashy romance and smut.”

    I can’t help the smallest of smiles that crawls upon my face at finding a kindred spirit in this new world, “Tell me about it, the classics got their status for a reason, if you ask me. They’re very hard to beat.”

    His grin only widens as he nods, glancing down to continue scanning, “I couldn’t agree more miss. Though, the aura textbook you are picking up is a good read too. It's a recent revision, only a few years old but still quite entertaining and interesting if you ask me. I believe beacon used this book until last year when the newest edition came out.” He explains, finishing scanning my purchases.

    “That’ll be twenty lien exactly, miss.” I reach into my pocket, pulling out the two white and one yellow card of lien and handing it to him. Tukson swipes the cards on the register then hands them back to me, now empty.

    “Oh, if you’d give me your name miss, I can keep the newest edition of The Souls Toolbox reserved for you? I’m getting a new shipment in a week or two.” Tukson explains politely, handing back my cards.

    Pocketing the cards, I figure there’s no harm in telling him my name, “Thank you, I’d like that, save it under the name Taylor, please. I’ll definitely be coming back here.”

    He visibly brightens, bowing his head slightly, “I’ll hold you to that, Miss Taylor. Have a nice day!” Leaning around me, he smiles at another person behind me, “Can I help you?”

    I turn around with my books cradles against my stomach, only to come face to face none other than Kali, her face the epitome of ‘the cat that got the canary’.

    “Here you are, Taylor! I was looking all over for you!” She smiles widely, “I didn’t know you liked to read, I'm not much of a fiction person myself. I prefer tech magazines and research papers. Did you find anything you liked?”

    Shrugging, only a tiny bit indignant, I brush her off, “I did actually. I was just looking to see if anything caught my eye is all. You finish your shopping?” I ask, noticing her arms laden with bags, genuinely hoping she’s done for today.

    She nods happily, “Yeppers! Got everything done before finding you since I figured you were just walking or hiding somewhere nearby.” Hiding somewhere? Maybe she’s taking my stray cat joke a bit to seriously.

    As we’re leaving Tukson’s bookstore, I have to fight a smirk at the irony of the thought, despite feeling like I need to cut this off now before she thinks it’s something she can tease me about, “Also, I wasn’t hiding, I just saw the sign for the sale and decided to take the time to get some books to read is all.”

    She opens the door for me as she responds, no small amount of smug, cat-like joy to her voice, “Oh, it's not that Taylor, just that it’s the most passionate and dare I say it, happy since I’ve met you~”

    Ignoring her lighthearted jab, I say a polite goodbye to Tukson. All along the way to the house I’m staying at, I spot Kali giving me and my stack of books a glance. Her smug, cat-like grin grows just a tad wider with every look, likely thinking on all the ways to tease and poke fun at me later.

    Unfortunately for her, living with a certain fox-like girl has made me immune to anything Kali can dish out, I’m confident of it.

    Tuning my catwoman companion out as I carefully step to avoid the countless Faunus and Human people out in the market today, I fall back on a game I’d play at my most bored.

    People watching.

    Watching the people passing by, it’s genuinely fascinating, the sheer diversity just walking down the streets. Not just skin color like my world, but with the inclusion of animal traits, it makes this world much more interesting, even if I miss Bet, no matter how much of a bad idea I know it would be to return.

    Do the Faunus have trouble controlling their animal instincts?

    Are there specialized jobs for Faunus needs?

    How do genetics work, does this world know what genetics is?

    If I had my old power, could I take control of bug Faunus?

    So many questions… though, I suppose it would seem rather rude to ask most, if not all of those. As much as I plan to leave Kali and Ghira as soon as possible, I don’t want to make enemies of them.

    Arriving at the house roughly half an hour later, I excuse myself with a half-hearted excuse. All I need is a reason to be alone with nothing but my books and have a chance to plan out my next moves.

    As soon as Kali agrees, I walk to the room I was given then close the door, a sigh of relief at the silence escaping me at the sweet, sweet silence.

    Going over to the bed, I place down my books on the neatly done, plain sheets and blankets. Allowing myself to sit cross-legged in the bed, I reach over and pull out an average sized notebook from the bedside table that I’d requested from Kali.

    Clicking the pen, I get to work with outlining my life for the next few months.

    I desperately needed this. A plan, one that’s set in stone and I can follow and adapt on the fly.

    It almost feels like when I was first making my costume…

    With a click of the pen, I start with giving myself an aggressive goal of three weeks to get back in shape and get a handle on my aura. While I don’t really wish to fight… I know I can’t just do nothing.

    Tapping the end of the pen to my chin while lost in thought, I don’t think Kali and Ghira would object to me training my aura, but there is always the possibility that I'll need to sneak out every night. I’ll need to test the most viable routes for silently leaving the house.

    On the information gathering front, the books will do wonders along with the scroll to the library. Though, I can’t rely on books for the present state of things. Spending some days listening to the people in the market could be useful…

    It’s times like this that I wish I still had my swarm.

    Guess I’ll need to learn more… traditional ways of info gathering along with my research on this world.

    If I’m going to live here, I refuse to be caught unaware and prepared.

    The baseline set, I dive into the minutiae of my plan, allocating times, marking when Kali and Ghira seem to come and go, what they do, and so much more…

    I’m only interrupted by a knock on the door before opening it slowly till I can see her amber eyes and cat ears, “Taylor, it’s time for dinner. Ghira and I would like to know if you will join us this time?” She asks ever so softly, like approaching a cornered animal.

    Looking over at the digital clock on the bedside table reveals it’s much later than I thought.

    At the mention of food, my stomach grumbles softly, making the decision for me.

    Getting up from the bed, I agree, “Sure, I must have lost track of time.” The response is simple, but to Kali, it evidently means the world as I see her eyes widen and she pushes open the door to reveal her wide grin.

    I’m quickly grabbed by the arm and guided to the kitchen by an exuberate Kali, “Oh, you’re going to love it! I made a bit of everything tonight, some classic dishes here, my favorite from Mistral, all kinds of goodies!”

    Coming to the round wooden table, my eyes widen, when she said a bit of everything, she wasn’t kidding!

    The average wooden table is absolutely filled with what appears to be Asian styled dishes, Mediterranean dishes, some fruit, various steamed vegetables, she made a buffet, not a meal.

    Taking a seat across from Ghira, I’m greeted warmly, while he and Kali grab what they want from the selections, “Ahh Taylor, wonderful of you to join us! Kali was just finishing telling me about your trip to the market today. Found Tukson’s bookstore, huh? Never met him myself, but I’ve heard good things.”

    Feeling more than a little awkward, the feeling of being an unwelcome guest growing, I try to take a little bit of what looks or smells good as I respond, “Think so, he was rather professional, seemed good at his job.” I tell them lamely, unsure how to operate without looking like a fool in this new space.

    “Ah, I see the rumors are true then!” Ghira says before eating what appears to be a dumpling.

    Literal minutes of awkward silence pass, unsure what to say, if anything as I pick at the admittedly amazing food. I’ve never been a real picky eater, but almost everything I’ve blindly put on my plate has been really well made.

    When Kali pipes up, I nearly jump, the silence shattered with all the subtlety of a bull, “Oh!” She says, slightly muffled with the small amount of food in her mouth. She swallows before continuing, “Before I forget, love. Sienna’s coming over tomorrow.” She announces, getting a wide smile from Ghira.

    He looks to me, likely trying to fill me in, “She’s my lieutenant, she can be rather…” He pauses, searching for the right words before finding them, “Intense. But I think you and her will get along quite well.” Ghira nods while taking a forkful of some crab.

    Kali can’t help but cut in, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, her tone rather teasing, “I agree, you’re both sticks in the mud!” I’m definitely not a stick in the mud. I can have fun too, I simply choose not to.

    Kali continues, “But on a more serious note, you two do seem to be very alike. I hope you’ll get along, it’ll do you good to be exposed to more people.” She finishes with a kind smile in my direction.

    Am I really ready for friends? Are Kali and Ghira my friends…?

    No, I don’t think so… not yet.

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    Author's Note:
    Hello all! We apologize for the delay. I was dealing with some mental health issues (which are now mostly better) so there wasn't a chapter last week. I apologize, but we plan to get back on schedule for weekly updates starting now.
    Thank you all so much for your patience. We hope you enjoy the chapter!
     
  4. Akuma-Heika

    Akuma-Heika The Devil Exists Within

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    Not sure a government would give a child emancipation for rebelling against their parents telling them not to join a terrorist cell...
     
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    kaazmiz Waiting for an Issekai Adventure

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    Great chapter, nice to see Taylor finding something to look forward to in life.
    Wonder how many similarities Taylor might start finding in Sienna as a budding anti-human/terrorist/freedom-fighter as compared to Brokton's little racial conflict.

    Depending on how legal rights and citizenship is seen in that world?
    She could be considered a legal adult at 16 with the whole package, become one by emigrating to another kingdom, or marriage -legal or not. Which is a thing IRL in a few countries.
     
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    Akuma-Heika The Devil Exists Within

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    Your comment was implying that she was not an adult, thus my comment on emancipation. If you are claiming she was already an adult, with all the rights that entails, then your comment is rather groundless. An adult doesn't need to get legal assistance to live separately from the people who were their legal guardians when they were children after all.
     
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    kaazmiz Waiting for an Issekai Adventure

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    Then we were merely both miscommunication what we wanted to say due to the power of 'words' or lack and misuse of them.
    Taylor or Kali try to bring Blake back regardless of her own will, and Blake goes to court to force them to keep their distance from her and prevent harassment. Permanently cutting ties with them.
    Is this clearer now in context to Warscars comment?
     
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    Akuma-Heika The Devil Exists Within

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    Yeah. I must have missed a post. I thought you were speaking in reference to her running away from home and getting legally emancipated in that scenario.

    This makes much more sense, and after her enrollment in Beacon, if she was still a minor, she would likely be able to get emancipation, even without Oz getting involved.
     
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    MacrossRides Making the rounds.

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    Good god, the only differences between Blake and Taylor are experience and smut!
     
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  10. Threadmarks: Interlude: Clairet Bathory
    Niiyu

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    ‘They never learn, do they?’ I ponder while feeling out my most recent plaything.

    Chirping a few times low in my throat yields the echoes of his unconscious appearance, my ribbons bound tightly around him, as well as my dear Vanilla behind me.

    A weak jawline and average features, with a muscular, built body, the epitome of boring.

    Carefully pinching the fingertips of my right glove. I then pull it off my hand, coating it in aura, the glove cracks against the pigs face in one seamless motion.

    His yelp of pain and his sudden jolt to the waking world more than satisfying. Ah, aura has so many uses~

    Slipping my glove back on, I’m somehow further unimpressed with this pig's squeals, “Wha- The fuck?!” I can hear him struggling and straining against my lovely ribbons before he squeals some more, evidently just noticing me standing before him, “You! You’re that blind bitch!” His surprise then turns to boorish arrogance, “If you don’t let me go, you'll be lucky I don’t do to you what I did to that ice cream whore of yours! Hahaha!”

    The audacity of this filth! Welcomed into my business, daring to mar my Vanilla, and now his flagrant disregard for the rules I’ve so clearly set?

    Why, I’d love nothing more than to leave this two-bit crook as skin and bones. However, I have other, more important plans for him.

    Mainly as an example.

    Evidently, the underworld of Vale has become… complacent. Such a shame, I was looking forward to moving to the next country soon.

    Ah well, it appears he's still talking...

    “-hy don’t you be a good little slut and untie me, yeah?” He finishes his rant with a self-assured smirk, taking my silence for submission.

    Chirping, I land a swift backhand to his disgustingly plain and average face, icily reprimanding him on his mistake, “Never use such vulgar language in front of me or my girls again, cur.”

    He growls low in his throat, beyond enraged, “Fuck you, you shitty bat! You don’t tell me to do nothin!” He barks out, straining against my weapon with renewed vigor.

    With a disappointed tsk, I layer aura underneath my heel, a swift stomp to his immobile leg rewards me with the delightful crack crunch of bone-shattering as my rebuttal and the squish of my heel piercing his leg.

    “I shall continue with the rest of your body until you learn to control that abhorrent mouth of yours.” His squeals of pain slightly drown out my words, but as I take out my spotless heel from out of his leg, he shows some intelligence by taking my lesson to heart.

    “Vanilla, darling? Would you be a good girl and tourniquet his leg for me?” I ask my poor Vanilla, as I step back.

    “Of course, Ms. Clairet.” Immediately comes her soft and obedient voice from behind me.

    I hear the pale-haired beauty walk up to the man who hurt her so badly, yet, she applies the tourniquet I’d laid out beforehand without complaint.

    Truly, my heart goes out to the girl. While unable to see the damage myself, I know her once beautifully pale face is marred with bruises and shallow cuts. This worthless cur still thought he could have his own brand of ‘fun’ with my girls…

    At the very least he’ll still be useful after we’re done here.

    With the tourniquet applied and Vanilla audibly leaving, he works up the courage to speak once more, how valiant of him, “Why the fu-” he swallows his curse, “-frick… did you stab me in the leg, lady?! Seriously, what makes someone do that?!” Involuntarily, my eyes alight at the question, seeing a prime opportunity to educate little Vanilla once again on how nasty and vicious this world can be…

    Yes, I’ll tell him my little story!

    After all, dead men tell no tales~

    Injecting a near lethal dose of false cheer into my voice to put him off guard I coo, “Oh my, isn’t that just a lovely question to ask! Why, I think I’ll tell you, Vanilla darling! Listen up.”

    A soft, nostalgic smile tugs at my lips as I begin the story for a dead man, “You see… Daddy did always try his best.”

    “What the hell is that supposed to me-gah” A cold fury drives me as I swiftly silence him, squeezing his pathetic throat shut. I’m sick of his constant interruptions!

    Careful not to crush his windpipe, I gently squeeze in lieu of a threat as I hiss, “The time for your worthless words has gone. You will be silent, lest I cut out your tongue!”

    While I can’t see his expression, I do feel him slowly nod in agreement, his only sound being a soft wheeze, I relent, allowing him some of his last air.

    Pasting a faux smile on my face, I continue, this time uninterrupted, “Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. Daddy always tried his very best, whether he was fighting as a soldier or at home.”

    With a sharp snap of my fingers, I beckon Vanilla, “Darling, a chair would be delightful.”

    Quickly, either wishing to hear my story or her want to follow my orders, the dear slides a chair up behind me before a minute’s up. By instinct, I smooth out my dress beneath me before taking a seat.

    “Thank you, dearie.” I praise my sweet Vanilla.

    “You’re welcome, Miss.” Is her dutiful response.

    Tapping my chin in thought, I wonder aloud, “Where was I? Ah, yes, you see, my dear Daddy was a soldier during the war, and Mother? Oh, she was a woman just looking to make some quick Lien. Now, a soldier’s money was just as good as any she supposed, but my oh my, she didn’t know what to do after being with child after that little… transaction.” I titter to myself at the small joke, covering my lips as a lady should. I must say I’m rather enjoying this, it’s not often I get to think of the old days

    A soft, nostalgic smile crosses my features as I continue my little tale, “When Mama found out she was with me, she didn’t take no for an answer, she found my Daddy and settled down with him within the year. You see, Daddy’s pay as a soldier provided for the three of us, at least until the war ended. When the lien dried up, she lived up to her heritage and flew away once Daddy got released from service.” I pause, chirping subtly to make sure I have my audience still.

    Indeed, Vanilla is on the edge of the single bed in the room, utterly enraptured with the tale, while even the boorish man is mildly interested. It matters not, if he doesn’t care, this is for Vanilla regardless.

    Weaving my tale further, I go on, “Once Mama left, I dare say me and Daddy were happy, just the two of us with our little house in town.” My tone turns grimmer, “Of course, that’s when the visits started. You see, Mama dearest ran with some… unsavory individuals, gathering debt like it was going out of style while Daddy was risking his life to come home to us. But, with her gone… it was up to him to pay.” I pause there, building suspense, letting my audience stew for a moment as I make sure the oaf isn’t trying to free himself.

    A quick few high pitched chirps reveal his distinct lack of movement, while Vanilla is on the edge of her seat, thirsty for information on her mistress~

    She evidently can’t take it anymore, her soft voice blurting out, “What happens next, Miss Clairet??” The childlike eagerness to her voice melting my blackened and icy heart, how could I turn down such genuine pleas?

    With a roll of my eyes for show and a fake put upon sigh, I concede, “Oh, if I must~”

    My small smile still present, I start again, “As I was saying, it was up to Daddy to pay now. But no matter how many jobs he did, no matter how many times he paid his tithe, there was always more.” My voice takes on a more somber tone for the rest, I went on, “So, I did what any good daughter would do, I became a courtesan, a lady of the night.” I admit, making Vanilla gasp, softly whisper “Oh no!” to herself.

    Holding back yet another titter before I say more of my now sad story, my smile now nowhere to be seen, “The first morn I came home, oh how my poor Daddy cried, begged me to stop, to trust him to do what was right… I couldn’t bring myself to heed his words. I continued to sell my young body, all in the hopes it would help my suffering Daddy.” I frown, my hands clenching and unclenching in my lap as emotions I thought long since buried bubble to the surface.

    “One day, one fateful day, Daddy didn’t come home, didn’t give me a hug and a kiss, didn’t have breakfast ready, didn’t read me a story of heroes saving the day at night. He died that day...“ Words solemn as I hear Vanilla sniffling like the wonderful girl she is, “He was killed, made an example of for his debt in the town square. With nothing to my name, my Daddy is gone, a life of making up for the failings of my Mama and Daddy ahead of me... I realized something,“ Voice turning cold and cruel, I leaned forward, sneering down at the disgusting man who dared hurt my Vanilla, “There are no ‘heroes’, no honest, and truly good people in this world.”

    Leaning back, my sneer morphing into a cruel and vicious smirk, my very heart chilled with each word, “Only later did I come to understand… I can make them, make heroes by being the villain. One that can only be killed by a true hero.” I finish, for now, more than satisfied with the ending.

    My smirk growing at the man, Griege’s, renewed struggles and grunts as if sensing the shift in the air, I address the now openly crying Vanilla, “Darling? Please, show this man what happens to those who break the rules…”

    His last cries are one’s of mercy.

    What a fool… villains have no mercy.

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    Hours later…

    “-ages are too graphic to show on television. The victim, one Greige Benjamin Howard, was tortured to death as well as castrated and tied to a flagpole in amity park. The victim was found this morning and brought down by Vale PD. But, while we cannot show the victim, we can give you the message that was, ahem, carved brutally into the victim's chest.” The news host, Lisa Lavender, reports.

    On the screen next to her, the message appears as she reads it aloud, “Cross what’s mine and pay your tithe in blood. Sincerely, The Countess. This being the latest message and appearance from the infamous Blood Countess serial killer. Known for her gruesome kills, often involving copious amounts of blood. Here with us today to discuss this tragedy is the head of Vale PD-” The screen snaps off, replaced with wonderful silence.

    Swirling around the blood inside my favorite wine glass, as I lower the remote back to the sofa, I can’t help but smirk as I take a sip from the glass, savoring the warmth of fresh blood on my tongue.

    Maybe now they’ll learn?

    Unlikely, yes.

    Because after all, there’s no rest for the wicked.
     
  11. Dragolord19d

    Dragolord19d I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    ...Why do I picture her looking something like this?
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  12. ctayl

    ctayl Not too sore, are you?

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    *whistles innocently* As coauthor i can neither confirm or deny that the pic we have for her in our notes is based off of a certain bat.
     
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  13. Niiyu

    Niiyu Getting out there.

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    A quick thing!

    The updoot shall be Sienna's visit~! It's gonna be awesome!!

    But, shameless self-promotion is shameless!

    I now have a patreon, if anyone would like to support the story and my writing! You can suggest omakes and even a character potentially!!

    Niiyu's Patreon~!

    Love you all <3
     
  14. Niiyu

    Niiyu Getting out there.

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    SO! Quick updoot on the chapter!

    Due to delays from work and life, as well as the chapter turned out to be... frickin MASSIVE and only halfway done (Already roughly 4,500 words!). So... we decided to not only take this week but the next week to finish it and deliver something truly awesome for you all!

    We want to get the Sienna meeting REALLY right, mostly because it sets the groundwork for later arcs and character interactions.

    Thank you for your patience, we appreciate and love all of you that like our story!! <3 <3 <3
     
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  15. Niiyu

    Niiyu Getting out there.

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    HELLO INTERNET PEOPLE~!

    Crimson and I are hard at work on the chapter. But... we don't have it fully done yet. We will try to get it done by tomorrow, but if not, we are taking the rest of the week off for the 4th of July and the chapter might be next week.

    We apologize immensely for the delays, we are trying our best, but sometimes that isn't good enough.

    In the meantime... have a teaser of the chapter!

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    Ghira Belladonna
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    While I do love my job, there’s little I love more than sleeping in. Thankfully, today is my off day and I plan to enjoy it to its fullest. Dragging myself from my wonderful bed, I walk down the hall in my pajamas.

    A long, eye-watering yawn escapes me as I walk towards the kitchen, passing by our black-haired guest reading against the corner of the sofa. I idly make a note to start up a conversation, but only after I’ve had my coffee.

    Entering the kitchen, I spy my lovely kitten hard at work to make all of us some pancakes for breakfast.

    Feeling a tad mischievous, wait till she’s not actively cooking to effortlessly sneak up behind her, first giving her cute butt a little pinch. She jumps with an adorable squeal, making me chuckle as I lean down a bit to wrap my arms around her slender middle.

    I can’t see, but I know she must be blushing, her lips firmly pouting, “Ghira! Don’t surprise me like that!” Kali lightheartedly scolds me. If anything, I’m spurred on by her indignation, leaning down, I give her neck a light kiss before resting my chin on her shoulder.

    My smile as wide as can be, I look over to see I was right, she’s blushing for sure. She’s clearly fighting to keep a smile from her lips. Deciding to tease her further, I playfully rub our cheeks together. She protests, gently trying to push me away as I continue to rub against her as she squeals, “Ghiraaaa stopp!! You know I don’t like you doing that!” My kitten whines.

    Heeding her request, even as she can’t withhold a giggle anymore, I give her a few light kisses on her poor cheek, “There, I kissed it better!” I tell her, supremely smug.

    She turns to glare half-heartedly, “You caused it, you aren’t allowed to kiss it better!”

    Rolling my eyes, I gently squeeze her in a hug, smiling, “Even if I tell you that I love you?”

    Kali takes a moment, moving her hand up to tap at her chin, a thoughtful expression on her face before she smiles widely, “Okay~ You’re forgiven.”

    “Good morning, my love, I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist,” I tell her with a mischievous lilt to my voice that has her narrowing her eyes at me as I try to look innocent. With Kali distracted, I try to quickly reach out and grab a panca-

    Only to get hand sharply swatted away by her plastic spatula, “Ghira, you can wait until they’re all done.” Kali scolds me. I give her an over exaggerated whimper, nursing my poor injured hand. She giggles then points behind her with her spatula at the coffee maker, already hot and ready for me, “Your coffee’s ready, dear, maybe now you can actually let me cook?” My kitten asks, only slightly serious.

    Conceding, I gently move her chin to face me so I can land a chaste kiss upon her lips, “If I must.” I tell her before leaving to pour myself a cup of coffee while she happily hums a tune to herself.

    “Hey, Kali?” I ask, getting a packet of sugar to dump in my coffee from the cabinet above.

    She hums in acknowledgment.

    “Any advice on talking to Taylor?” I ask, already prepared, mostly, to talk to our house guest but still wishing for some helpful advice.

    Over my shoulder, I see Kali tapping her chin once more in thought before she comes up with something rather helpful, “Just do what you did with me, love. Just relax and be patient. She’s quite into books though, in fact, if I remember correctly she was reading an old textbook on aura. We both know you’re quite good with your aura and semblance, maybe that could help break the ice?” My lovely girlfriend suggests and I’m more than happy to take her advice on our enigmatic housemate.

    Thanking her with another quick kiss, I take a tentative sip of my hot and still slightly bitter coffee as I leave the kitchen to talk with our guest.

    Casually walking into the living room, coffee in hand, I take a seat in the chair directly opposite of our temporary resident. Glancing over my mug as I take a sip, I see her tense, acknowledge my presence, then surprise me with a curt and stiff greeting, “Morning, Ghira.”

    I can’t help grinning like a fool, already getting plenty of flashbacks to how my kitten used to be. If you replaced the aura textbook with a tech manual, it would be nearly the same as a scene from just a few years ago…

    Dismissing that train of thought, I calmly sip my coffee, getting comfortable in the armchair as I sneak some glances at the woman across from me. She looks so much better than she did when Kali found her.

    Not only is Taylor healthier in appearance, but she’s getting more comfortable with us, even if she doesn’t know it and or is unwilling to admit it. Her eyes don’t dart around the room in constant search for a threat anymore, she doesn’t have to force back her instinct to fight when surprised by us near as much. Not to mention her barely visible smile when she’s relaxing with a book to read.

    I’m honestly happy for her, to be doing so much better already, even if I know a long road to recovery awaits her. While I doubt she actually has amnesia, simply wishing to keep her past a secret, I just hope mine and Kali’s gamble pays off…

    After all, I know the break is coming for the traumatized woman in front of me. Something that pushes her over the edge emotionally, forcing her to adapt or cling to what doesn’t hurt.

    Kali’s came when I told her I loved her for the first time… thankfully she chose to adapt, to take the chance of being happy with me, to recover from her past.

    But with Taylor? I fear her’s will be much worse for her state of mind.

    That’s for the future, however, so I try to get Taylor talking, I swallow another gulp of sweet caffeine, “Enjoying your book, Taylor? Not as old as the textbook on aura I used in school, but still fairly recent, no?”

    She lowers the book while quirking an eyebrow inquisitively, “School? You mean the public school has classes on aura?” She asks, her tone measured and neutral as always.

    I nod, going to take another sip but finding my mug now empty. Shrugging, I place it onto the table to my right and smirk a bit at Taylor’s question, “Well, no, not normally, that’s reserved for the Huntsmen academies. But you’re looking at a graduate of the Beacon Academy in Vale!”

    Her eyes widen ever so slightly as she puts her book down in her lap, “You know a few things on aura then, I assume?” She asks conversationally, obviously fishing for more.

    Hmm… tease her and maybe get her to actually ask for my help or not?

    Decisions, decisions…

    Sadly, as much as I’d love to have someone else to poke fun at than my dear Kali, I don’t think Taylor’s ready for that kind of friendliness just yet.

    Instead, I answer her honestly, “Know a few things on aura? Well, my job isn’t just for show you know! Not to mention I’m quite the good huntsman. If you’d like some help aura training, I’d be happy to help.”

    This gives me the chance to have some time with Taylor, maybe even get to know her better. Plus, I need to get some training time in, only Sienna really spars with me these days anyway after everyone outright refuses now.

    Taylor crosses her arms, making a thoughtful hum in the back of her throat, “I’ll… actually take you up on that. I could go for a quick work out right now anyway.”

    Smiling at her progress, even if it’s tiny, I push myself out of the armchair, grab my mug, “Just give me a bit to shower and get changed, by then breakfast should be ready and after that, I’ll meet you out back?” I ask, only to get a firm nod from Taylor in response as she stands up to get ready herself as well.
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  16. Prismatic Glaive

    Prismatic Glaive Came for the Smut, Stayed for the Plot

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    At this rate, Blake's gonna have another mother.... and possible a sibling as well...

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  17. ctayl

    ctayl Not too sore, are you?

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    ill just let everyone know right now that July is gonna be a bit weird as a whole for Niiyu and I. Between her going on a vacation this month and my working for Comic-Con later this month updates are not really for sure this month. Thank you all for your patience and understanding and we will continue to write as we can.
     
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