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Greetings. My name is Weiss Schnee. I'm a Huntress and a member of team RWBY. I hail from a world called Remnant, and I was once a citizen of the kingdom of Atlas.
I tend to wear my hair in different ways. Why don't you tell me which style you think suits me best?
To learn the ins and outs of this resort, mostly. And of course, get back to Remnant, where my friends are.
With regard to the games here? Let's just say I'd like to upgrade my suite.
For combat related talents, I am an exceptional fencer and my swordsmanship is beyond compare. My Semblance allows me to create Glyphs, as well, which make me capable of performing feats like making shields and platforms, time dilation, or summoning creatures that are under my command. I'm also very proud to say that I know a thing or two about making weaponry; I did, after all, design my own weapon.
Of course, I'm not just all work and no play. I'm a skilled artist, with a talent for dancing, playing the piano, songwriting, and singing. I've performed in front of my kingdom many, many times, and even my fellow students at Beacon loved my performances.
You should also see how 🥨flexible🥨 I can be.
I've read many books since I was a child, as reading is one of my favourite past times. The classics never get old, such as: The Boy Who Fell From the Sky, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, The Corpse Doctor, amongst others.
I tend not to watch movies, and I only do so when people invite me out. As such, I don't really have a favourite. Maybe you can invite me to watch a movie with you and change my mind? 👉👈
When it comes to my taste in music, I do enjoy operas and ballads, but I've also branched out and have been listening to pop and rock songs. There's just rap which I don't quite understand...
And lastly, for food, I am typically not a very picky eater. I like to eat light and healthy, so salads, quinoa, and granola are in my usual diet. I do love frozen yoghurt best, though! Especially blueberry flavoured frozen yoghurt. That would be my favourite. And crepes, of course!
I haven't had time to sit down and think of what kind of partner is ideal for me. Of course, somebody mature would be best, because I have no interest in childish things. Someone who will look out for me, give me attention and affection, and call me a good girl. 💙💙💙
Someone I can have an intellectual conversation with over either coffee or tea, or someone who can challenge me and push me to my limits would be best. I'd like to grow as a person as well, after all.
Cocktails
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
Neither!
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Baths
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Ninjas
.05 TITS OR ASS
I think this highly depends on the context
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Coffee
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Sweet
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter!
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Classified
ESTJ-A
– post shopping trip
Now that their shopping excursion is winding down she’s eager to get back to her room and the desk that the casino has been kind enough to furnish her otherwise basic accommodations with (so she can delight in that fastidious and deeply nerdy pleasure that comes from setting fresh bottles of new ink in their proper spots) inviting Weiss along so they can pour over their purchases and spend a little more time in the other’s company. She’s still refining her people skills after spending most of her life using them to deceive and cheat others, but making friends here has proven interesting, and someone like Weiss who shares the interests she never gets to share with anyone ]
Did you end up going to any other stores? [ Nami asks, tossing her shopping bags onto her bed before reaching behind her to push the door to her quarters shut, patting the pockets of her shorts before retrieving a smaller bottle of ink to show Weiss. ]
I forgot they gave me a free sample of this. [ The ink in the bottle looks black, with an oddly golden undercurrent, like a vein of precious metal running through a block of jet. ] It’s supposed to be water soluble, so not great for my stuff, but maybe yours?
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Today? Nope. I could have stayed longer at the stationary store if I were left alone. [ There were just so many things there, and it was absolutely amazing. It's something she'll have to visit again at some point. And so, she smiles. ] Thank you for showing me there.
[ She keeps her bags on her person, one bag containing a journal she's purchased for herself, as well as some other notebooks of various papers, and some stationery for writing in case she needs to write some letters here. The other bag has pens, pencils, highlighters, and other supplies.
Taking the bottle and inspecting it, holding it up closer to eye level, she says: ]
You got this for free? This looks pretty fancy. And I did get some water brushes, so it's perfect. [ And it's perfect too, if Nami is offering to give it to her. ] Are you sure I can have this?
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Yeah, of course I am. [ Pulling a few bottles of ink out of one of the bags she set on the bed, Nami heads towards her desk to put them away ]. It's not practical for what I draw. [ She adds, cocking her head at the map hanging on her wall, freshly drawn with the last giant sheets of paper purchased on her first trip to the store she took her new friend to that day.
She sets the bottles down, the smile on her face warming slightly as she watches Weiss. ]
And I want to see what you do with it. [ Sure, she's flirting, but she means it. The things Weiss makes are fascinating to Nami. If she's not drawing maps, her art is little more than a series of sentimental doodles done in passing and hidden in the back of her notebook. It's cool that Weiss is so artistic. ]
Can I see the brushes you got? I've never used things like that before.
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But it does give her a better idea of what Nami does, and perhaps, she can find something for her as a present. A little gift back, for the nice ink she's received now.
Although a nice little note or a doodle using the ink that Nami can put up on the wall might be nice, too. It'll be a cute reminder of her. ]
Oh, right. [ Don't mind her, getting comfortable on the foot of Nami's bed. The bag is put on her lap as she goes through its contents, bringing out various water brushes of different thicknesses. She also has some more traditional bamboo brushes— one angled, one with a flat end, and one that's thin and for lining. ] It's not much, but I figured I could start with these for now.
Do you want me to write you a love note with it?
[ "Love" being used ever so freely in this case, anyway. No one ever said Weiss was a good flirt. ]
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A love note? [ It's a cute thought - one that makes the small smile that's already playing across her lips deepen slightly. ] Now I do. It'll make the guys on my crew wonder what I'm up to when they come by.
[ Chuckling, her gaze drifts towards the things Weiss unpacks, studying the different brushes Weiss has acquired with interest. ]
Those look fancy, maybe you should add something pretty to my tattoo with one of them too.
[ It's a weird thought to have, likely buoyed by how attractive she finds Weiss and the playful urge to flirt with her, but - it's got a certain appeal to it too - one she hadn't considered until the words were out of her mouth. ]
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What do you think they'd say?
[ And she does remember seeing Nami's tattoo before. . . Weiss has to stop looking at the stuff she's purchased to look Nami over, trying to recall in her head where she might have seen that little symbol before. It doesn't take long for her eyes to drift over to the other girl's hands, and whether she's able to see it from her angle or not, she does finally remember. ]
Oh! I don't think I could pull off anything really detailed, but if you had something that looked like a bracelet or lace gloves... I think that might be pretty.
[ And she might be a bit more used to calligraphy, when it comes to these things, but Weiss has always been artistic. She shows it in different ways, whether it's ice sculptures, her writing, and in music, but this shouldn't be too hard.
Nami is honestly making her want to try it out. How could she say no, when someone she wants the approval of is being so nice and encouraging? ]
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Sanji would try to picture us naked together, and Luffy would probably say something about how he's happy my girl friends like me so much while making a face like he's solving a math problem first thing in the morning.
[ Catching sight of Weiss glancing down at her hands, Nami lifts the right, turning it so the small club on the space between her thumb and index finger comes into view. ]
I've got another tattoo on my arm too, that's bigger. It's probably easier to work with.
[ It's not hard to recall the way Weiss had been the bold one the first time they met, and as she lets the smirk on her face deepen, Nami decides to follow that example. ]
Those brushes look soft, they would feel nice on skin, I think.
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[ Though she can't say that the comments of her own teammates would be any better, if they knew what Weiss has been up to here. Ruby would probably have the same sort of reaction as Luffy, if not a bit more flustered about it all. Yang would congratulate her and even shake her hand, and Blake... That one, Weiss can't be quite sure of.
It's nice to think about though— hopefully Nami isn't lonely here, if she has people from home around. Weiss getting to know more people here and actually having friendly conversations outside of intimacy helps her in feeling less lonely. This shopping trip and just hanging out afterwards is nice, too. No doubt she'd want to do this again, too.
Even if they're teetering towards this not being a regular hangout. Weiss definitely has no complaints. ]
We could try, then. I've never written or drawn anything on skin before, but I know that some artists do do it.
[ She removes the cap from one of the thinner brushes. The hairs are still so smooth and soft, and Weiss reaches for Nami's wrist, drawing an invisible line above where her suit tattoo sits. ]
Does that tickle you?
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[ The smirk on her face turns momentarily playful before the slender paintbrush in her friend's hands draws her attention, letting Weiss run the bristles over the inside of her wrist. Her eyes follow the movement, lips parting slightly at the faint, but unexpected tingles that run up her arm. ]
I don't know about tickle me, but– [ Her eyes return to Weiss' face, as her smile tilts towards playfulness as she raises her eyebrows at the other woman. ] I definitely felt something.
[ Lifting her hand towards the brush in Weiss' hand, Nami raises her eyebrows curiously. ]
Can I try it on you too?
[ This is treading past the normal boundaries of a friend hangout, but it's hard not to be drawn in by being around Weiss. She's beautiful and fascinating in her own way, something that goes beyond being from
a world and a life drastically different from the one she knows back home. ]
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[ That was a joke. She's already a wanted fugitive, from what she remembers. She doesn't really know if she and her friends are still wanted at this time when they were brought to a different world that's so very similar to Wonderland.
Nami's message is most definitely received, though. "Felt something" that isn't being tickled? Weiss may not have a lot of experience, but she can at least infer that much.
It gets Weiss to huff out a soft laugh. Turning the brush so the handle points toward Nami, she gives a nod. ]
Go ahead.
[ This definitely doesn't seem like something two people would do on a normal hangout, but Weiss does not find anything wrong with it, either. It's not like there are any crimes happening here. This is all fine! ]
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This might be straying into more untraditional territory as far as things people do together after shopping, but Nami's taken enough by Weiss that flirting with her just ends up happening sometimes. It doesn't hurt that it isn't hard to remember how much fun they had in that pod, either.
The hand not holding the brush lifts Weiss' hand and turns it so that Nami can mirror the trail Weiss had brushed along her wrist on the other woman, her eyes lingering on Weiss' face as she does. ]
Does it tickle? [ Her voice doesn't need to be as quiet as it is when she asks, but, beautiful women make her stupid, apparently, and she just can't help the way her forwardness starts to peek through. ]
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Even though Weiss was expecting the brush to kiss her skin, to make contact with it and run up her wrist, the sensation still surprises her. The hairs in her arm stand, and for as light as it was, it was... actually really nice. It almost feels like it was too soon that it ended. ]
It doesn't tickle. Not too much, anyway.
[ It's put a smile on her face, at the very least. ]
And it's. . . giving me ideas, honestly.
[ A brush on one side, soft and gentle kisses on the other... ]
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That weakness for pretty women shows itself again when she hums curiously after Weiss mentions getting ideas, the corners of her lips curling in a smirk. ]
Are you going to share, or do I have to guess?
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[ She almost wants to apologise after Nami answers back like that, but Weiss manages to keep her cool. ]
But... if we used the ink on our skin. Or one of us writes or draws on the other... I just think it'd be hot.
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I think it'd be really hot.
[ Nami rolls the brush between her fingers, stepping towards Weiss as she tips her chin down enough to cast an upward glance at the other woman, the grin on her face shifting to a more playful look. ]
We'd be helping each other practice our art, too.
[ Resting a hand on Weiss' side, Nami's thumb brushes over her hip absently, her voice softer when she speaks again. ]
If you want to get comfortable, I'll go get some inks from my desk. I've got a few that would look pretty on your skin.
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[ She highly doubts this will improve anything, but Weiss certainly won't say no. This seems. . . fun, beyond it being hot. Still, she can't help but sound cheeky about it! At least she punctuates her snark with a soft and giddy giggle. ]
Sure. Where do you want to write on me, though?
[ Because she'd be more than happy to peel off her dress and lay down on the bed, her bare back for Nami to use if she likes. Her arms and legs are fair game too, of course. For now, Weiss shifts to sit on the edge of the bed and take off her shoes. ]
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[ If things go where Nami hopes they will, aspects of that might be considered an art — something she wouldn't mind proving to Weiss if pressed. Still smirking when Weiss asks her where she'd like to paint, an unexpected rush of warmth runs up her spine, leaving the back of her neck flushed as she considers the question. ]
I think I'd have to see what I had to work with before I decided. There are a lot of beautiful places on you, you can't ask me to pick one off the top of my head.
[ Which might have come off as empty flattery were it not for the absolutely dry, plain-spoken way Nami says it. There's nothing insincere about her words — Weiss is funny and beautiful, and she'd like nothing more than to get them both undressed and see where their creativity took them, artistic or otherwise. ]
Maybe your back. [ Nami adds, her shoulders lifting in a minuscule shrug. ] If you made me pick.
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The next part of the show is unceremonious when she slowly slips out of her dress, stepping out of it once her arms are free, and folding it before sitting back down on the bed in just her panties. ]
Maybe that would have been better with music. [ She laughs. ] That might be fun to do some time, actually.
[ Setting her folded dress on the side though, she does start relaxing on the bed, laying down on her back for now. ]
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She's careful while carrying it over to the small table at her bedside, setting it down and leaving the brush by it while she climbs onto the mattress to knee beside Weiss. ]
You're going to have to take the lead on music, where I come from you only hear it often when you have a musician on your crew. [ Nami speaks casually despite the way her hands sweep up Weiss' back, enjoy the feeling of her skin beneath her hands before she moves to carefully lift her friend's braided hair out of the way, letting it rest on Weiss' shoulder, her imagination running wild for more than a few reasons as she looks over the other woman's body. ]
Tell me a story, about you, or what your world's like. [ Reaching for the brush, Nami gets a careful amount collected on the tip of the bristles before bringing it
up to start painting a circle over one of her friend's shoulder blades. ]
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[ With Nami by her side now, it's her cue to roll and present her back, now on her chest, arms crossed by her head as she rests her chin on it. ]
That's a little... sad? Does that mean you don't know a lot of songs?
[ It's not by any means an insult to where Nami is from, but Weiss likes the arts. She likes music! While they share an interest in writing, calligraphy, drawing, there are other things Weiss likes, too. And after a heated sigh from how her body is warming up, she rests her head so she's facing sideways.
It's easier to talk like this. ]
I'm not sure I'm interesting enough. [ That gets a soft laugh out of her, her shoulders riding up for a second. ] My world is called Remnant, though. I'm a Huntress, sworn to protect the kingdoms and the world from the creatures of Grimm.
When I'm not being a Huntress, I suppose you could say I'm a bit of a singer! I'd be singing you a song, if we were in the same crew...
[ Teasing? Maybe. Especially after what Nami said earlier, she just feels like it'd be fun to bring that up again. ]
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Using the tips of her fingers to smudge the ink to help her shade the aurora borealis slowly taking shape as it follows the curves of her body diagonally downward, cascading like it would in the night sky, Nami listens intently as Weiss indulges her curiosity, quietly enjoying getting to know her new friend, though doubtless she'd never be able to express a thing like that out loud. ]
So what's a Huntress? Who's Grimm?
[ Or is Grimm a what? Too late now.
Just as she's switching brushes and colors, Weiss leaves her grinning as the thought of having her on the crew leaves her deeply amused. ]
All good pirate crews have a musician, and something tells me you might make a pretty good pirate. [ Weiss wouldn't be the first classy, somewhat reserved type to take to the sea, and the mental image is charming, to boot. ]
Maybe someday you can sing for me.
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[ Because if that wasn't a nice ass song, and if it wasn't welcome, then Weiss would have gotten really, really mad at that person. Don't sing songs about her ass, thanks!
At the very least, Weiss is relaxed and doesn't move much. No ticklish spots besides her waist, so even brushing and painting her back doesn't get her to jerk and accidentally elbow anybody. ]
Grimm are monsters who are attracted to negative emotions, and all they ever do is destroy. Huntsmen and Huntresses are licensed fighters who have an oath to their kingdoms to protect them and everyone else in Remnant from Grimm.
[ Though there are Huntsmen and Huntresses who have veered off the path of righteousness, as well. Weiss won't talk about then, though. ]
It's definitely far from being a pirate, but I think if you taught me how to be one, I might be able to blend in just fine! [ Except she wouldn't eat with her hands. She wouldn't drink ocean water. She won't eat canned food... maybe she's better off staying on land. ]
And I don't mind. The lobby has a piano, right? Maybe if it's not being used, we can go there and use it.
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[ When dealing with pirates, it's probably better than a gal can hope for, even. As engrossed in the business of using a few different colors of ink to get the shades she's picturing down right on Weiss' skin, Nami still listens attentively, her eyebrows raising in slight surprise after hearing that Weiss, despite how elegant Nami sees her as, is a fighter back home. ]
What do you use to fight with? Back home, I've got a staff.
[ Nami climbs off the bed and steps back far enough to get a look at her handiwork from a different perspective, nodding gently in satisfaction before she returns to her spot on the bed. After getting some shimmery sliver ink on the bristles of a very slender, delicate-looking brush, Nami leans over Weiss again, painting delicate lines across her shoulders, giving the sky she's painted some stars. ]
It's a plan, then. Hell, you'd get in pretty good with a lot of pirates, just with the piano playing. Every good crew has a musician.
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[ Her own comment gets a little huff out of her. A little shift, and she relaxes some more on her stomach. ]
My Aura, my Semblance, my rapier, and Dust. [ These all probably don't make a lot of sense, though. So as she remains facing away from Nami, she moves to stretch her arm out to one side, turning her palm over so it's pointed at the ceiling.
A small white snowflake-emblem appears from thin air and hovers over Weiss' hand, the snowflakes spinning in two different directions. ]
This is a Glyph— it's what I can do with my Semblance. [ That still doesn't make sense, so she hums in thought, so she can answer Nami's questions before she can even ask them. She can't help but shudder though, the feeling of the brush on her skin tickling her a little. ] Think of it as a special ability that only I can do. Everyone in Remnant has a different Semblance.
So, I'm pretty good with my hands. [ The Glyph disappears slowly, little specks of light floating up in the air and then disappearing, until it's all gone. She flexes her fingers after that. ] Using my sword, playing the piano... Though you made it sound like your crew doesn't have a musician.
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[ Nami grins, obviously teasing, as she adds another star to her painting on Weiss' back. She can banter like this with the guys from home, for the most part they're all easy to be comfortable around in their varying ways, but it's new and different to find that feeling with someone she's met only after being here. Having space for friends is a good thing, Nami's learning, and when it's a friend like Weiss, how could anyone mind opening up, at least a little.
The glyph Weiss summons to her hand makes Nami glad she's not in the middle of painting anything, or she would have ruined her masterpiece for sure. The power her friend describes isn't anything like what Nami knows from her world, where Devil Fruit users, and fighters of unparalleled might usually hold all the cards. It makes the slight smile on her face deepen, knowing that Weiss has power up her sleeve, and that she's using it for what sounds like a noble cause. ]
It fits you. The snowflake. [ Naturally it would, being a power intrinsic and unique to Weiss, but Nami still enjoys what an apt fit it is. ] And I already knew you were good with your hands.
[ Giving Weiss' back a final once over, Nami sets her brush aside and carefully gets off the bed, not sure if she'll disturb her work if she moves too quickly, and too taken with the sight of to risk ruining it. ]
No musician, no. A sharpshooter, a swordsman, a cook, me, the navigator, and our captain, Luffy. [ Idiots one and all, but her idiots. ] Come on, I think it might be safe for you to get up and go see in the bathroom mirror. It shouldn't run or anything.
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lmao six months later, wrap here?