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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
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We got a shitload to burn through, so, why not?
[ As busy as it typically is at the Love Dove, it looks like they've since caught a small lull in business that it wasn't positively teeming with NPCs. At least, that's how it looks from the outside as they approach. ]
Let's settle your wardrobe first though.
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By the time he's got ten dresses hanging off him, it's the only time one of the staff members greets them. It looks like no one saw Weiss enter since she was just as tall as the racks... It was just Ragna they could see since he was peeking out from the items on display and they were about to scold him until they saw her.
Instead of yelling Ragna to stop touching their items for sale, they instead offer Weiss a basket. It can't possibly fit everything she wants to try fitting, so maybe it's time to choose which ones she likes and which ones she doesn't. ]
I should go fit them. Do you want to come with me, or do you want to look around on your own, too?
[ Of course, he won't be asked to go inside the dressing room with her.
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...when done right, yes?Instead, the Grim Reaper is selected and manifests as a makeshift coat hanger for the former heiress. Some of the dresses she picks seem a little...outlandish? Excessive? Maybe he's really gotten so used to her wearing simpler but cute designs, that the extravagant get-ups were a shock. Some of the price tags were really damn impressive too. One dress in particular stands out to him; however, he doesn't make a big deal of it, only mentioning the deep blue, night sky-like dress definitely works as a date or movie dress.Surprisingly, he's got a lot to say! But when the staff arrive in a bid to reprimand him for getting handsy with so many dresses and other fabrics that have since been draped over his arms that he looks like a walking wardrobe, his scowl ebbs away when they pay attention to Weiss instead.
Yeah, that's right. You go and give her customer service, dammit. Including a basket so that it was easier to have everything neatly folded. Not all of them were going to fit in that basket. Which...means his services are still going to be required. If only for a little longer. ]
I'll just come with ya. Whose gonna rate your style?
[ Besides...after the staff kind of marched up on him earlier before they went heart-eyed over their Queen, he doesn't feel like he'll get a lot of productive shopping done on his own. At least, not here at the Love Dove. ]
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Thanks for all the life lessons you've shared, Nami.
Once that's done and it might seem like Weiss and Ragna just got themselves someone watching over them constantly in hopes of catching the queen in Action, Weiss shrugs Ragna's way and heads on over to where the dressing rooms are. They aren't being followed, but they certainly are being watched.
There's a lounge chair by the line of dressing rooms, for
boyfriendscompanions of those fitting to sit down, relax, and wait. Of course, that's where Ragna sits after he agreed to accompany he to fit. Weiss intends to bring two dresses at a time into the dressing room since the clothes hanger might not be able to hold all of them at the same time. ]Just hold onto these for me first, okay? I'll try not to take too long so you don't wait too much.
[ But off she goes with two dresses first! Shuffling noises, heels clicking, and a bunch of rustling. Weiss has to take off her outfit to be able to put on one dress. The curtain rings hit each other when Weiss slides it to one side to show him what she's trying on. He's approved the dress, but not on her, so his opinion might change! It's the one that reminds Ragna of the night sky that she tries on first, the blue and purple hues looking so bright and bold in contrast with her pale skin and her light-coloured hair. Weiss isn't new to wearing darker shades now since her new combat outfit in Atlas were darker, so she looks pretty okay! ]
What do you think? [ She tries to twist her braid into a bun, holding it up without letting go just yet as she adds: ] I feel like this would be really nice if I did my hair up like this.
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She's trying to make things easier for him too.
...It doesn't make the staff begrudgingly calling him 'Lord Bloodedge' any less weird.
...Lowkey? Kind of a badass name when it's put like that. Not a turn-on so don't call him that Weiss please but ljkFADS]I mean, [ He shrugs as he's practically used as a human coathanger (at least this time it's not her towel hanging off his dick?) for her various ensembles. ] knock yourself out, Weiss. What am I gonna do?
[ Besides sit here in a lounge chair with his leg crossed over his lap casually, tapping his foot to a nonexistent beat while she shuffles off and steps behind the curtain to get changed. As Weiss works between dresses, whilst they're being watched, one of the staff members does happen over before the Queen can emerge from her dressing room, drawing Ragna's attention. Sure enough,
"Would you like for your purchases to be safely stowed in Queen Weiss' suite when you're finished, Lord Bloodedge?" ]
Ugh, I take it back, it's weird as hell....
[ Muttered to himself. But also, ]
Sure. Saves us the hassle.
[ "Very good then!" ]
... .... You can leave now.
[ Dot. Dot. Dot. But they wish to witness their SO HORNY Queen step out now that they're
begrudginglytreating Ragna like a royal too— ]Leave now.
[ Y-Yes! Of course. Right away.
Grumble mumble stupidass fake royalty...we'll be watching.Ragna is just in time to be by his lonesome once more when Weiss slides the curtain to one side and shows off the dress he approved of earlier. But it wasn't just good on its own...no. Oh no. ]Damn. [ Quickest beat. ] I-I mean wow?
[ Another rapid beat, quickly readjusting his hold on the dresses in his arms so that they don't slip or fall to the floor in his daze. ]
That looks pretty damn good on you. Hair up, hair down, you uh...
[ Oh Weiss. Was this the reaction you were hoping for? Because he kind of underestimated how good it'd look on her despite the fact she practically kills every look she tries. His otherwise fair complexion was reddening as he realizes how stupid he's being. So he clears his throat, sucks it the hell up and...
You don't have to wax poetic, Ragna. Just say it properly. ]
That looks beautiful on you.
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You know I'm just on the first dress, right? I'll take that as a "yes", though.
[ He's already this flustered! It's really cute and very Wagna. He'll at least have something good going for him, because— ]
The rest are a little more casual, at least.
[ Back in she goes, and it becomes a cycle of stripping, getting dressed, showing him what she's wearing and what she thinks of it before asking him what he thinks. ]
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"I'll take that as a 'yes', though." ]
Yes.
[ Even if the remainder of her clothes and wardrobe were supposed to be on the more casual side though, before she can slip back in, he makes it a point that he'll be more upfront about what she's wearing from now on! No more bumbling like some idiot, genuine as the reaction to how gorgeous it was on her had been. Clapping his cheeks and focusing up, he patiently waits as she cycles outfits, stripping down and up for him over and over again as she emerges with new outfits.
See, he's supposed to be critical. But there's one problem. Every. Single. Goddamn. Outfit. Looked. Good? On?? Her!?!
And yet. True to his word, whether it was some extravagant dress fit for a ballroom dance, or something frillier yet lighter... He's composed. He tells her exactly what he's thinking every time. ]
Freakin gorgeous. [ Next one. ] Cute as hell. [ And the next one that shows a little more cleavage and a skirt that's not scandalously short but shows off some leg? ] You look sexy.
[ Rinse and repeat... ]
Cute. [ . . . ] Pretty cute. [ . . . ] That looks hot on you.
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Weiss doesn't even care that they're in public right now. The staff aren't around and nobody else seems to be here but Ragna. He's so comfortable on the couch as he waits, and he's been so good, giving her his input and what he thinks. Fortunately or unfortunately for him, they're getting them all. Especially this one.
Plop! She's now seated on his lap like he's about to ask her what she wants for Christmas. Though with the ribbon that keeps her dress together, she might be the present here. ]
Should we find you an outfit later that matches this? What's something fun we can do while I'm in this?
[ Is she hinting at something? No way, she couldn't be! Not in the way that she's batting her eyelashes at him. Here, kitty kitty...
This is what he gets for all those compliments. . . ]
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Uhh, Weiss? You uh—
[ It's almost instinct at this point, the way that he drapes the remaining dresses over the arm of the couch he's seated on. As if he was somehow expecting Weiss to pull a new stunt on him. And sure enough, before he has time to so much as finish his sentence, she's plopped down in his lap. This time? Without any need for him to just grab her by her waist and park her there himself like their first game of dice. But she does a damnable good job in keeping herself the centre of his world as his voice locks up in his throat yet again. ]
Hoooo boy...
[ "Should we find you an outfit later that matches this? Damn it all, she's right. He doesn't know where to put his hands right now. Except for one wrapping around her waist from behind and the other over her soft and creamy thigh just begging to be squeezed. Oh she's vicious. Is she trying to rile him up in the dressing room area?!
...Because it's working. And he's cracking despite the red alert blaring in his brain right now. Not enough to do anything dangerous, mind. But...as he shakes his head and looks into her eyes with a growing smirk, he's going with the flow of his racing heart by now. ]
Maybe. But... [ She's batting her eyelashes at him. How the hell was he supposed to win!? ] You're looking like something I gotta unwrap right about now.
[ Said as his hand upon her back glides up towards the silken edge of her white ribbon keeping that number together. Tugtug. But not too hard that it starts loosening. He wouldn't do that. But she's exciting him enough to start thinking it. ]
So...this supposed to be that black dress all girls keep in their closet?
[ For all occasions. ]
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Is that an invitation? [ He's inviting himself to unwrap her? Sure, he's more than welcome to. Although she does know her limits, just in case one of them get too far...
Her legs gently swing back and forth, a hand close to his chin, the tips of her fingers tipping it up a little to make sure he doesn't look away from her. She might have told the staff that she'd get SOOOO HORNY if he's treated well, and even though she didn't mean that, she finds those lips of his to be so kissable right about now.
But she behaves. She'll strike at the best moment. ]
Well, I already have one. It's not so bad to have another. I like the ribbons.
But it's nice, right? I could dance in this, go out for a casual hangout, or maybe even fight in this if I wanted.
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formerheiress who sees fit to use him as her throne. And despite his own brief flight of embarrassment, Weiss was quick to bring her Wagna around to seeing the light. Or rather, their mutual understanding of just how risqué they're thinking of being here. If he were getting a modelling show back in her royal suite, maybe things might have panned out differently.Right now though...they're towing a very delicate line. One that sees his limits being tested when she gently swings her legs back and forth. Her fingers are so delicate and smooth in contrast to his, yet she practically flips a switch like no one else can in him. ]
More like a promise. I can't just go getting us in trouble out here.
[ And yet, his fingers flirt and fiddle with the ribbon, flicking the end of it in an almost playful-like manner. Biding his time. Patience.
You two have an entire day of shopping ahead of you. Calm down. 💦 ]
I can think of a lotta things you can do in this—
[ wait. ]
—fight in this?
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Yes. We call it a combat skirt. It would work a lot better if I got a petticoat, so let's go find one after this.
[ She swings her legs one after the other to emphasise that yes, she can move well in a dress! ]
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Which, to her point? ]
You even got a name for it... [ He's not mocking. He's absorbing. And sure enough, after mulling it for a second or two, eyes looking over the frill end of her skirt and how free she appears to be moving in it, ] Honestly? I...kinda see it.
[ Wait, what?? ]
Makes a helluva lot more sense than what I've seen some mercs or vigilantes try and pass for manoeuvrability...
[ Does he get it? Ragna gets combat skirts?! ]
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Yeah! And sometimes, enemies don't even see any attacks coming if you're in a combat skirt.
[ Swing swing. ]
Like- [ WEISS BONK!! ] that!
[ 'u' ]
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and legs. ...To her point. ]That's it. Countermeasure.
[ He doesn't slap hard. Gods no. But his hand on her lap does make a point of making an audible clap on her thigh JUST below the edge of her skirt. ]
[ Squeeze squeeze. ]
Take- [ Buries his face in the side of her neck. ] -this!
[ No biting or kissing or licking. Just straight-up getting his face in there while she's "helpless" in the Grim Reaper's lap. She's not the only one with tactics(?). ]
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She is laughing so hard right now. What kind of attack is that??? Should have gone for a motorboat— wait ]
Wagna! What are you doing, you dummy?! [ He gets another light bonk on the head just for that. ] Don't make me bite you!
[ is she still flirting ]
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Her laughter is contagious. And while he doesn't start laughing out loud himself, he does hum a chuckle against her skin as he starts nuzzling the hell outta her. He's still in control! See?? He's not even trying to yank her outta the dress!
Yet.]Fighting back. The hell's it look like?
[ Necking her. It looks like you're necking her. ]
What, like this?
[ Because oh that's certainly the feeling of his teeth gently grazing against her neck while he makes a low growl sound for added effect. ]
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[ What kind of degradation kink is this!! The staff are doing their BEST not to take a peek at what the two are up to, even if they are foaming at the mouth at the thought of a queen getting it at their store!!
This is so stupid... they're playing around like this at a department store when she's supposed to be fitting on dresses and buying stuff. ]
Fine, bite me! I dare you!
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[ It's stupid. It's absurd. They're losing track of what they were supposed to be doing...and honestly, Ragna can't bring himself to care. Then Weiss throws down the gauntlet and challenges- no. DARES him to bite her. And he has to pull back from his place against her neck where he left a faint wet impression as his teeth graze her. ]
...
[ His brow furrows. Mismatched red and greens look both ways as if he was crossing the street.
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You asked for it, Angel.
[ And if she doesn't stop him? That hand on her thigh glides just a little further up...juuust beneath the edge of her skirt as he leans in for her neck once more. Only this time, when he bites? It's with a more assertive drag of his teeth. Of course he's not going to hurt. He's not going to actually bite and pinch her skin hard.
...But he was going to suck on her skin at the same time. Then another bite as he makes sure the good little Schnee is cozy with her legs swinging in his lap when the sound of an audible smack of his lips fills the space between them. ]
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[ She did, indeed, ask for it. And it's become another one of those times where she can't take what she dishes out. She bristles like a cat thanks to his teeth, her entire body warming up. Her face is flush, almost as red as Ragna's jacket, too. ]
Okay, okay! I give up!
[ No more bonking!! In fact, Weiss doesn't even more anymore, her legs just dangling there. Just ignore that her fingers have threaded themselves into his fluffy white hair, though... ]
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Because his hand glides away from under her skirt and rests atop her daintier knee before giving it a little patpat. At the same time, he draws back despite her fingers already combing through his spikes of white hair. Far back enough that he can give the flustered huntress a rogue smile. ]
Good girl. [ Now then! ] You got anything else you wanna try on?
[ Or did she want to nab some petticoats before they see if there's anything for his own closet. As if he wasn't prepared to start making out and fondling her up in his lap seconds go. ]
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Nope, this is the last of them. We can look for the petticoat next, or maybe some shoes? Oh, what about something for you?
[ She swings her legs again as she pulls herself up. The hand in his hair drops to his shoulder so that she can put some weight on him before swinging her legs over his and then standing up. ]
Do you want to help me change back into my outfit?
[ Said oh-so-casually. She might have given up earlier, but she still wants a win... :') She wants his cheeks just as red as he made hers earlier, or even worse. ]
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[ He was listening! And he lets her go as he prepares to stand up and follow her, before she hits him with another sneak attack. Goddamn Huntresses and their shifty tactics to get the job done...he's convinced that she would have been a serious challenge for him if she were after him in his world. She's already doing a damnable good job of beating him down in the Golden Peacock. As was evident by how his face starts reddening once more.
So close. So damn close to the colour of his jacket! ]
Wha- Uh...well, [ ...worse. /// ] You uh...
[ Ragna was content in teasing since it was just the two of them (for the most part). But now she's placing him under the gun, waiting to pull the trigger if she already hasn't. And as he rubs the back of his neck and leaves the remainder of her dresses on the couch for now, his lips form a thin line as if he was afraid of saying anything further.
If this were some game or he was the type who was only digging her for her body and the promise of sex? He'd have slipped his arm around her waist already and taken her behind the curtain already. But this?
It's different. Far different. Getting propositioned actually embarrasses him. Because when it's somebody whose so much more in so many ways to him...
How can he not blush? But rather than bristle up or say something stupid like he did back at the bookstore, Weiss' victory is secured as he mutters by her side: ]
S-Sure.
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