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@angel
20 / female / not particular / q of spades

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( ooc: anything with emojis are staff-edited. same with her little intro comment on the ntwk. )

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My Self-Summary

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?

My Future Plans

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.

My Talents

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.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

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!

My Ideal Partner

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.

Height 5'0" Body Type Petite Smokes No Drinks Socially Drugs No! Sign Taurus Education 1st Year, Huntsman Academy Occupation Huntress Income Classified Children N/A Pets Please send a message to sign up 🐶 Hobbies Reading, writing, dancing, singing, planning, yoga

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

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

Personality Type
ESTJ-A

ENERGY

54%

EXTRAVERTED

MIND

51%

OBSERVANT

NATURE

73%

THINKING

TACTICS

97%

JUDGING

IDENTITY

90%

ASSERTIVE

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Comments

[belialedge]

[ Weiss can't help covering her mouth as she laughs, but if it were anybody else? He might have bristled up and growled out of embarrassment. Instead, he grumbles and blushes a little harder when she teases him for his reaction. Did he lose track of the reins on his emotions that easily with her?

"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.

[ DANGER! DANGER! YOU ARE REACHING MAXIMUM PRAISE KINK CAPACITY! ]

[schmisse]

[ The dress that looks hot on her? A little black dress that she found that was just absolutely cute. Cute and demure despite how short it is, but a party at the back. Ragna would have a difficult time figuring out where to put his hands, because there's a lot of skin for him to cover.

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. . . ]

[belialedge]

[ That's a challenge and problem for future Ragna to figure out. Right now, however, there's a far more pressing matter at hand as the former heiress seemingly wastes very little time in closing the space between them. ]

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. ]

[schmisse]

[ Oh Wagna... Why would you try to win? You've had your fun earlier, asking her to show him her boobs. This time around though, Weiss is more serious than joking. ]

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.

[belialedge]

[ Because winning is fun. Especially when it came to the tiny former heiress 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?

[schmisse]

[ So much for flirting the pants out off him. Ragna questions the whole combat skirt ideology, and now they have to talk about something Very Serious. ]

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! ]

[belialedge]

[ Who brings up fighting during flirting?? ...Okay maybe it's sexy to him too. But he IS genuinely curious! ...And perhaps only a little bit skeptical for reasons that he'll go over after he gets an explanation. While he wasn't taunting her with pulling that ribbon loose and compromising her cute new dress anymore, the presence of his hand on the small of her back could still be felt as she swings her legs in his lap.

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?! ]

[schmisse]

[ Good to know that they don't have to argue about this. ]

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' ]

1/2

[belialedge]

!

2/2

[belialedge]

[ Of course it doesn't hurt. But he flinches for effect anyway before he's staring at her with an unimpressed look on his face. No fair. He was distracted by her combat skirt 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(?). ]

[schmisse]

[ The staff outside when they hear that CLAP: "OH GOD SHE REALLY DID GET HORNY!!!"

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 ]

[belialedge]

[ "Damn you, Lord Bloodedge..."

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. ]

[schmisse]

Wait- tickles- [ HELP GIGGLING ] you dumb ogre!

[ 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!

1/2

[belialedge]

Suck it up, princess!

[ 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. No one has peeked in yet. ]

2/2

[belialedge]

[ There's no curtain to pull over them in here. On this couch. But, ]

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. ]

[schmisse]

Eek!

[ 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... ]

[belialedge]

[ And just so show how much control he has over the situation, when Weiss chirps that she gives up, that hand was riding dangerously high under her skirt and flirting on dipping towards the inside when he also just stops. It's like a game of chicken between them out here. The staff that are hanging off every word and every little action are practically vibrating where they stand as they hope that despite their difference in ranks, that their Queen gets "usurped" so thoroughly in the dressing room. But unfortunately, they will have to remain disappointed.

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. ]

[schmisse]

[ OuO As if any irritation or worries were never there! Calling Weiss a "good girl" really is a quick way to lift her spirits. Most times, it would turn her the fuck on, but right now, it sobers her up, especially with a question that follows it up. ]

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. ]

[belialedge]

Sure. Something about matching up with this little thing you got going on, yeah?

[ 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.

[schmisse]

[ Oh, Wagna... Weiss tries hard to hold in her laughter, but a snicker escapes. With a hand on her hip, she shakes her head. ]

You're so cute, Wagna. I wasn't serious.

[ Before he can even say anything, she's already turning around and walking back into the dressing room. It's the last dress, just like she said, so it's back to her white outfit! She does take a while though, pushing the curtains aside at least, before sitting down to fix her hair. After all the dressing up and all that, her braid's loosened up a bit. ]

Oh, right... you aren't tired yet, are you? [ She looks at him from the reflection in the mirror, her hair pin between her teeth. ] We could always go out for lunch first, if you want.

[belialedge]

Oh. [ Old Ragna would have been more offended somehow, sputtering over his sentence the way he did when he texted her to go to the casino with him, only for her to taunt that she was busy. ...Okay Ragna still would react like that but in this case, he huffs as she turns around and saunters back into the dressing room. All while he clicks his tongue and looks off to the side. ] Neither was I.

[ You two. ]

Me? Nah, I'm good.

[ But now that the curtain is pulled back and she's just fixing her braid up a bit once more, he feels that he's got a new green light to come over now. The teasing moment from earlier is now gone, stuffed in the back of his mind as he leans to one side with his arms crossed whilst she keeps her hair pin between her teeth. ]

Want a hand with your hair? [ Whether she did or not though, he was still listening. ] Lunch works for me, by the by.

[schmisse]

[ ??? Why does it sound like you don't mean it, Wagna... ]

Sure, can you get this? Sorry. Wet.

[ She can't quite point to the hair pin and everything but she does turn to face Ragna as she's weaving the parts of her hair together. It won't take long! She'll get the braid fixed and tied up again. Her hair tie is on her wrist and she tugs on it to tie it around close to the ends of her hair to secure the braid.

And with that done? She stands up! And looks at Ragna expectantly. 'u' Yes, she's fully expecting him to put the pin on her hair now. Crown her!!!!!! ]

[belialedge]

[ Whaaaat get real... ]

Okay, okay, got it.

[ As he supervises the braid, careful not to let his hands get in the way of hers as they work to fix it and secure it cleanly without any significant little frays of white poking out, there's a gentleness in the way he handles her hair. Did he have experience in playing with a girl's hair too? Jury's out on that one as to whether or not he played the role of big brother for Saya when they were little to this extent or not. But he at least has enough common sense to follow Weiss' lead, waiting for her to be finished up and looking at him with an expectant look in her bright blue eyes.

Those same brilliant, bright beautiful blues he called her out for in the past. The same ones that he can't really win against. Sighing through his nose with a slight cant of his head, an equally kind smile preludes him remembering where she likes her pin placed. ]

Aaand— [ Careful to glide the ends of the pin through her voluminous hair, he gives it a couple test presses to see if it bounces into place just right. And sure enough, with a second's more of fussing: ] —crowned.

[schmisse]

Thank you.

[ Without even thinking about it, she takes a step forward and gets on the tip of her toes until she realises that she was just about to lean in to kiss him on the cheek.

So she stops and goes back down. Blinks.

Ah, fuck it. Back on the tip of her toes for that smooch. 😘 After all that flirting earlier, this is a lot more tame! Sorry that you have to be the object of her affection, Wagna... :(

Just so she doesn't have to entertain any questions about it though, she's quick to turn back around to look in the mirror. Is her braid okay, did she get her outfit back on just fine... a little bit of primping, and ready for real this time! ]

So, what should we have for lunch? You can decide this time.

[belialedge]

[ Despite the fact they were playfighting and flirting on that couch just moments prior, Weiss stepping into his personal bubble so suddenly before he gets the chance to even utter a "Whoa" has those eyes of his widening when she gets on the tips of her toes to prepare a kiss on the check. It happens so suddenly. She happened so suddenly that she never really gave him a chance to brace himself. Even when they first met. When he's the one that invited her out of that line at Birdbucks to get away from the bustling madness of the resort below.

In another time, the Grim Reaper would have bristled. Warned her to not get so close. Buzz off if she wasn't such an affectionate partner to him. In present day though, when she stops and blinks to deliberate her choice,

He's blushing. He is blushing by the time she tips back up on her toes and goes for that smooch. So much so that his breath clips and he has to force himself to remember how to do just that— breath again. What has this girl done to you, Ragna the Bloodedge? He doesn't grumble, only shaking his head when she turns around to look in the mirror and fuss with the final stages of her hair. All the while Ragna's hand ghosts over his cheek where she laid a wet one on him.

She's back at it. Like nothing happened at all. ]



What the I gonna do with you...?

[ "So, what should we have for lunch?" ]

How about pasta? We got a whole day of splurging to get through.

[ Which meant that energy was important! Italian? Maybe even Japanese if they want noodles...or really, anything she wants on the menu there. Normally this would be the part where Ragna insists she chose because he's spending all of this on her, but after that little dressing room treat via the Queen of Spades, he doesn't mind handling the reins for a while. When they're finished buying her dresses and petticoats, that is. Were the shoes here too?

Or were they going to need to shop elsewhere for him to get his socks knocked off by how stupidly priced they were? ]