Weiss Schnee (combatskirt) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-02-10 20:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !complete, !log, !match-up, weiss schnee (combatskirt), ~2017 february, ~50 points, ~~pansy parkinson (pugmylife) |
Who: Weiss Schnee and Pansy Parkinson
What: Run in / Matchup
Where: That Book Place
When: Saturday
Rating / Warnings: PG / None
Status: Closed/Complete/Matchup
School here was definitely different than it was at Beacon Academy. Where Weiss was trained to fight monsters, here she was to sit down at desks, listening to teachers talk about math, science, history, and whatever else while she had to take notes. The only time they weren't in their desks was during PE where they played some sort of sport. Weiss didn't particularly care for sports, but thanks to her training as a Huntress, she was quick and agile and got by in PE just fine. So yes, school here was a bit of an adjustment for her.
But she also grew up with a father who told her to strive to be the best no matter what, so even though things here were different, she still tried to make good grades. Her English teacher had assigned the class to do a book report on any book of their choice, so she headed to the book store to find one to read. She had wandered around, trying to find something that interested her but she didn't find anything just yet. After awhile she became hungry and went to the cafe part to get something to eat.
She ordered a coffee and a blueberry danish. Once she got her food, she glanced around for someplace to sit. Unfortunately, almost all the tables were full. She spotted some room at one table but unfortunately there was a woman sitting there already. Weiss wasn't the social type but she was hungry and wanted to rest a bit from walking around, so she headed over.
"Hi. Mind if I sit here? All the other tables are taken."
***
Pansy looked up from her book with a small frown. She'd claimed this spot early on and had been enjoying her solitude, so her first reaction was to want to tell the girl to find another table. But she'd been there on her own for a while, and she was read to talk to another living being.
“Very well,” she said, shifting her empty tea cup to make space. It was then that she realized how much busier it had become. “Well, this filled up quickly. What time is it?”
***
Honestly, Weiss didn't blame the woman. She preferred to be on her own and would get a little annoyed if anyone sat next to her. She didn't as much anymore but she still liked solitude more than being in a crowded place. But there really wasn't anywhere else to sit and Weiss had been walking around in high heeled boots for quite some time, her feet were sore and she needed to rest for a bit.
"Thanks," she said, sitting down. She took the lid off her coffee cup and blew on the beverage before taking a small sip. "Around noon-ish I believe." No wonder this place as packed, it was lunch time.
***
“That explains the horde,” Pansy said, echoing Weiss’s thoughts.
As the younger girl gathered in her feet, she caught a glimpse of the boots.
“You didn’t buy those here, did you?” she asked, indicating the footwear in question. “I’d be shocked if any store in town had the fashion sense to create or purchase anything like that.”
***
"Yeah."
Weiss set her cup down and began eating her danish. She was used to eating at more expensive places than this, or having a chef cook something for her back home, but this wasn't too bad. It was fine for now, at least. Besides, she didn't have much money right now so it wasn't like she could go someplace else even if she wanted to.
At the woman's question, she glanced down at her boots. They were white and pristine, which was surprising considering how much Weiss had fought in them. "No, these were what I was wearing when I first came here. And I agree, there isn't really much here in terms of fashion. I got lucky when I found this coat." She gestured to the peacoat she was wearing, which matched her boots. But other than that, and the dress she bought when Stuart spilled his coke on her, she hadn't really found much.
***
“That's not unexpected,” Pansy said with a sigh. “It's so difficult to find anything that doesn't look like it should be worn by a hundred year old grandmother around here, and I never paid enough attention in transfiguration to create something I'd want to wear.”
As she spoke, she pulled out her wand and levitated the napkin dispenser to her to pluck out a few before sending it back. If the locals had any issue with her using magic so blatantly, they could talk to her wand.
***
"That's one way to describe the fashion here," Weiss agreed as she sipped her coffee.
She wasn't too perturbed by the sudden display of magic, if only slightly confused by the sudden appearance of the wand. But she had come from a place where magic did exist, but it was used differently. Where this woman used a wand, Weiss used Dust and being the heiress of a company that makes and exports Dust, she had plenty of it. Not here, however, since she only had what was in the revolver chamber of Myrtenaster. There was also Semblances which was different for everyone.
If she was confused, it was what the woman said. "Transfiguration?"
***
Interesting. The girl had obviously seen magic before - but not Pansy’s brand of magic. Which begged the question what brand of magic she was familiar with.
“The art of changing one thing to another,” she explained. “Clothing is subtle. You’ve seen magic, then.”
***
"Interesting. So you could, say, change this napkin into a dress?"
Weiss nodded. She didn't bother being surprised that the woman guessed she'd seen magic before. After all, it was pretty obvious from Weiss' reaction to her using her wand to move the napkin dispenser. Or rather, her lack of reaction. "I have but it's different where I'm from. Instead of wands, we use these stuff called Dust. We also have something called a Semblance but it's different for everybody. Mine is Glyphs and my friend here, hers is the ability to absorb electricity and make herself stronger."
***
“I could, but it's a lot of work,” Pansy said. “I haven't got that sort of time.” Or patience. “So here I am, making do with small town fashion.”
She made it look fashionable, though. Although she put together textures and fabrics most people would never dream of, somehow she made it work.
“Is Glyphs anything like Runes?” She haven't got the patience for those either, but she could appreciate their power.
***
Weiss nibbled on her danish. "Too bad. You could probably make a lot of money making nice clothes." They couldn't be the only two girls in town who wanted more choices when it came to fashion. But if it was too much work, well, she was okay with clothes in this town.
She frowned for a moment. "No, I don't think so. Glyphs are like this." With that, she lifted her hand with her palm facing up. A small glyph appeared above her hand, spinning slowly. "They're usually a lot bigger than this, but, well," she gestured to the very public place they were in. She lowered her hand and the Glyph disappeared.
***
Pansy peered at the Glyph, but didn’t allow herself to get too close. Who knew what sort of effect it might have on her.
“Does it do anything?” she asked curiously. “Or does it simply glow and look pretty?”
***
"It does all sorts of different things," Weiss replied. "I use it as for propel myself at monsters, sometimes as a platform or a shield. I can also summon monsters I've defeated and have them fight for me." Though she was still working on that part. It was the one aspect of her Semblance she had trouble with, but she was getting a little better thanks for lots of practice and advice from her sister.
"I can also use Dust to modify my attacks. Ice, fire, wind, and so on."
***
Pansy’s eyebrows shot up at that. “You...fight monsters? Whyever would you do that?”
There were all sorts, she supposed, but personally, she was much more fond of living than doing anything particularly brave. Or foolhardy.
***
Weiss finished her danish. "There's a couple of reasons. Mainly to protect people. But also I also want to change the reputation of my family's name. If I become a known Huntress, perhaps I can do that." She also planned to do that when she inherited the company as well.
***
“What's wrong with your family name?” Pansy asked. She could relate to the desire, although she'd never go as far as seeking out monsters to hunt.
***
"Basically my father uses less than moral means to run the company," Weiss replied. "He mistreated the Faunus workers and sometimes does deals with business partners that frankly I've never trusted." She took a sip of her coffee. "Now the company is at war with the Faunus and also a bit of a bad reputation."
***
The situation sounded awfully familiar, although Pansy came at it from a different perspective.
“Oh yes, it's like that,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Funny, isn't it, how some practices are tolerated - encouraged, even - until they aren't, and the people blamed for it were merely working within the system they were given?”
***
"Yes, real funny," Weiss agreed, a sarcastic tone in her voice. "And my father doesn't even belong to the family. He just married into the name." She couldn't wait until she inherited what she believed was rightfully hers. Especially now that she had become good friends with a few Faunus and realized how horrible her father had treated them. Just as long as he didn't disinherited her like he did to her sister.
***
“So you're off to throw yourself in front of monsters to reclaim the honor of your family name.”
Pansy wrinkled her nose. That was Gryffindorish behavior, although she could at least understand wanting to naw to be proud of. She just thought there had to be safer ways to do it.
“Well, best of luck to you, when you get home.”
She stretched and picked up her book. “You can have the table now.”
***
"I wouldn't exactly put it like that." Sure, Weiss would fight monsters and protect people from them, but she was never reckless about it. She was strategic and cunning about it, knowing when to back off. She didn't do it often, though, as she was very confident in her abilities.
"Thanks," she replied. She wondered if she would ever go home. She nodded as the woman left.