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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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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.
No one has peeked in yet.]2/2
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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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.
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[ 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.
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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!!!!!! ]
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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.
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[ 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.
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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? ]
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Sometimes, she can't help but become hesitant about it, though. Ragna not being used to affection (she doesn't blame him) doesn't give her much to work with when it comes to what's too much, what's too little. She just wants him to know that she appreciates him.
So it's also why he should be picking out where they should eat. He's been so accommodating of her with all these dresses and all. They aren't even done yet! They're coming back for his clothes and her shoes! ]
Sure. Maybe an actual restaurant, or do you still want to go to the food court? You can pick.
[ Finally, she steps out of the dressing room, carrying the black dress with her to put in the pile of dresses that she tried on. Ragna is tasked to carry it all... :') ]
I want them all. That's okay, right? You can go on ahead to the cashier. I'll look for a petticoat and come find you.
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There's flirting and rolling with the punches of the big game they all play, but then there's the way she treats him...even from the day they first met without either of them truly realizing how deep this would run...
It's a feeling that he knows he can't take for granted. That he never will. Which is why when she asks him about the food court, Ragna doesn't even have to think for another second before she gets her answer. ]
I want an actual restaurant with you. Find somewhere nice to sit down without all the hustle and bustle of everyone walking around us.
[ Every dress is now hanging upon his person effortlessly. Thankfully, they can at least order that they get whisked away to her Suite before they're finally done. ]
Yeah. Take 'em all, Weiss.
[ He can't really return any kind of affectionate gesture before taking his leave while wrapped up in dresses like this in his hands and arms. But he can at least sway his hip subtly to bump alongside hers with a contented smile. What she did earlier? It meant more than he may have ever truly been able convey with words. Even without the cursed chips in his account, Ragna may have very well gone ahead and done this for her already. In the months since coming here, Weiss deserved it and then some.
A shame that good mood of his sours slightly the instant he steps outside the dressing room because sure enough...hanging around with their hands behind their backs and whistling away as if nothing was amiss or they weren't trying to voyeur their way into listening to the Queen getting royally slammed, was the staff waiting on them. ]
Hey you two.
[ One of them cocks a brow at the Grim Reaper as if they had been inconvenienced severely.
"Yes sir?" ]
Lord Bloodedge?
[ Right??? Correcting them since it was by their Queen's behest that they treat him like royalty too, that they begrudgingly use the title he's now wielding like the smartass that he is. ]
Take me up to the front counter with these dresses, wouldja? Everything's being paid for by me.
[ "Ohhh nooo. That just won't do at all, Lord Bloodedge. Please, allow us to take all the dresses for you and package them all up! We'll bring them up to the front for you to pay once you're ready." Without waiting for Ragna's approval or not, they start stripping the dresses off his body like they're taking their coats at the end of a party before leaving. At first, as odd as their shift in attitude was so suddenly...Weiss did say they needed to treat him with more respect if they wanted to be witness to her getting SOOOOO HORNY. A free hand now on his hip, he sighs as he looks around to see if he can spot Weiss amidst the spacious shopping floor.
He can't. She really did take off to go finish up. ]
Oh well. I guess I'll wait up front.
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By the time Weiss comes to find her Wagna at the cashier...
He's nowhere to be found. Not in plain sight anyway. The only thing beside the seemingly oh-so-satisfied cashier who merely watched as Love Dove workers did their magic, was a colourful display of boxes, all of which were stacked as wide as they were high and adorned with the most prestigious of ribbons. But...wait. Why does this pile of boxes have legs? A very familiar pair of legs in black hakama pants. ]
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