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#for what reason does she have the grimm mask. besides hiding maiden eyes. when did she get it
gaymakima · 1 month
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Two theories I have (well, one theory and a headcanon) regarding Raven.
Headcanon: Raven's kindred links can influence her own emotional state, depending on the intensity of the other person's emotions.
Theory: Raven left to spy on Salem for Ozpin, with the specific purpose of getting close enough to Salem to create a kindred link with her. This plan succeeded. The mysterious portal in the V9 flashback was to Salem. Raven spent enough time by Salem's side to bond with her. Kindred links can only be broken when the other person is dead.
Conclusion headcanon: Raven, as we see her in canon, has been emotionally linked to a whole range of people, none of who have particularly positive opinions on her that don't come with a caveat (namely Taiyang and Qrow being heartbroken and bitter, Yang's feelings of abandonment, Ozpin's guilt, Vernal might be the only exception but, uh... decoy). And then you add in Salem's emotions to the mix, which have been stewing in Raven for over a decade by the time we see her.
Bonus: if kindred links can only be broken when the other person is dead, and Summer has turned into a Hound, what would Raven feel from that?
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razorblade180 · 5 years
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Lasting Embers pt14: Training Day pt2
[Atlas SDC headquarter CEO office]
*A man in his early thirties wearing a business suit in the Schnee family colors sits at his desk writing. His hair swooped back and cleanly shaven. Pretty in shape, like a bulkier Neptune*
Secretary:*creaking open door* Whitley, your special guest has arrived.
Whitley:Thank you Julia; please send her in.
*a women with black leather pants and dark combat boots walks in. Zipped up black jacket jacket and wearing aviators; gold trim on the seams of her clothes. Not to mention a ridiculously long auburn ponytail*
Whitley:Hey Illia, how’s the weather treating you?
Illia:Cold as usual *removes glasses* I see you’re on a first name basis with your secretary now; about time.
Whitley:*smirks and stops writing* You haven’t changed since your last visit. You’re a bit late; stop by lunch areas to flirt with my cook again? She’s been talking about you.
Illia:*sits on his desk* Can you blame her? Anyways, I’m here on the usual business mostly. *lifts his chin and examines his face* you eating well? Any death threats or loss of sleep? Death by stress or malnutrition isn’t something I can protect you from.
Whitley:*chuckles* I’m fine, I’m fine *moving her hand* What about you?
Illia:Eh, the usual. Killing the bad guys and taking life a day at a time; all before anyone knows they’re in trouble. *puts a file on his desk* oh, there’s an assassination attempt on your life being planned by the way.
Whitley:Of course, another person mad I banned Faunus labor or is it more sister related? *opens folder to see faces of men in grey hoods and red veins near their eyes and hands* You think cult members would look more inconspicuous....
Illia:They’re currently in a warehouse a little ways up north of here. A splinter group that has their own way of trying to please “Salem the great and powerful” They obviously know about Weiss so....
Whitley:They’re going after her loved ones yada yada yada. She’s getting such an ear full when she comes back.
Illia:You think she’s okay?
Whitley:If you can survive our house then you can survive anything. So, how are you going to deal with these lot.
Illia:Don’t have to myself; I’ve been put in charge of training a newbie. This is no real threat so she went on ahead to despose of the problem. Shouldn’t take her too long.
*knock knock knock*
Whitley:That was fa-
Illia:*draws her weapon* too fast.... stay back.
[Warehouse]
*pretty vacant except for crates and blueprints everywhere. A table in the middle with four cloaked figures around it*
Thug 1: Are you sure this is gonna work? Like I get he’s not a huntsmen or anything but I heard this guy has taken down other people before us.
Thug 2:Idiot *flicking him* unlike the others we have an actual plan. We’ll strike right in the middle of traffic go rain bullets down from the building above.
Thug 3:Yee the boss left us in charge of this operation while he and two more go off and secure something else. Uhhh I forgot what kind of a play he was making.
Thug 4:*young women’s voice* Honestly why did I get stuck with you three? He said he was making a power play; rumor has it the branch of the cult is essentially history. That’s why he’s gone to hunt down the winter maiden. With access to the relic and the SDC fortune then he’s top dog. Rumor has it that the maiden might be somewhere hiding in Menagerie.
“Well isn’t that interesting news? Thanks for the info.”
*everyone reading their rifles*
Thug 1:Who said that!?
“Guns? Aren’t you for members of the Children of Salem; shouldn’t you be having grimm serve you with those gross veins of yours? Or did your boss not trust you enough to lend you some”
Thug 4:Show yourself!!! If you think hiding in the shadows can-
*a chain flies out and wraps the gun. Pulling it to the side and shooting the first thug right through the chest*
Thug 2:Shit!!!! *freaking out* what the hell is going on!?
“The shadows are sort of my thing. I could show you my face sense I’m not allowed to leave survivors but.....I need practice.
Thug 3: Stop toying with us you crazy bitc-ugh! *blood dripping down the mouth*
*a chain out of the shadows with a metal tip finds its way into Thug 3*
“Cat got your tongue; or heart?” *reels his body into the darkness*
Thug 2: *dropping his gun* Okay we give up! We’ll tell you everything we know; I swear!
......
“When did your boss leave for Menagerie?”
Thug 4:Yesterday, by airship! I think a cargo one?
“Hmm I think I can catch up to that. Thanks for information.”
Thug 2:Are...are we good?
*chain wraps around both of them tying them up. A figure of a woman in her early twenties and wearing a similar outfit to Illia. However the seams are white to match her white tiger ears and dawns a black mask reminiscent of the white fang.*
“No, you’re far from good.”
*picks up the rifle*
Illia:*opens up the door quickly and jumps back to defend Whitley* State your name and- Weiss?
Weiss:*slightly taller and dressed more like her sister. Hair style like her mother yet somehow looking just like her normal self* Well that was one way to be welcomed home. I guess I should expect nothing less from-
Whitley:*runs up and hugs her* Hey dork, you look like mom.
Weiss:Ugh, you’re one to talk *hugs him tightly* I half expected you to be rocking a bushy mustache.
Whitley:When hell freezes over.
Weiss:Ooo do I have a story for you later. *chuckles*
Illia:If you’re here then does that mean... *scroll rings* Uhhh hello?
Blake:Hey stranger, you miss me?
Illia:.......*tearing up* Blake?
Blake:Who else? I know it’s been awhile but I’d at least thought you’d have my number saved. Just letting you know that I’m home; I’m finally home.
Illia:You’re already back in Menagerie!?
Blake:*sitting on top a palm tree looking into her house window* Yep, no one knows yet besides Adam’s family. *watching a certain monkey Faunus hard at work running her organization* that’s about to change though.
Illia:I didn’t realize he knew you were back. I came out to Atlas for nothing!?
Blake:No, he wasn’t home. His daughter said he was already going on another trip; he’s probably going through the same shock you are. Anyways just also calling to tell you that there’s probably gonna be a celebration when everyone realizes I’m back. As of now your job is to come home and relax with your old friend my sinister shadow.
Illia:*chuckles* As you wish High Leader Belladonna; save me some food. *hanging up* well better go get my recruit and- *scroll rings* speak of the devil. *answering* so how was your first solo op Sienna?
Sienna:*taking off her mask as she watches a warehouse burn. Her maple tan skin feeling the cold air as her short black hair catches the wind* I wish it was someone place warmer; had to heat myself up. Everything here is done but we sort of have to head to Menagerie right now.
Illia:Why do I have a feeling it’s for a different reason I want to go back?
Sienna:I’ll tell you on the ride there but uhh let’s keep this one extra off the books please? It involves my mom.... *wiping blood of her mask and chain* not that I’m too worried; her and Jael are tough. Just wish dad was there for sure.
[Jaune’s Yard]
Yujin:You’re mine! *swings her blade, barely missing Adam’s head* crap!
*abandons her sword to keep up the pressure with high speed jabs and kicks. Not giving him any room to breath*
Adam:*bobbing all her attacks as he tries to back up* interesting choice when fighting a superior opponent. Keeping the flow of a fight yours to maintain at the cost of your weapon. *catches a punch and knees in the gut*
Yujin:*cough* You know me, always coming up with ideas! *goes for rib shot but he dodges back*
Adam:Well points for- *aura discharges from her punch and knocks him back*
Yujin:Ha! *runs up and kicks off of him to send him either further back* (that should be enough distance....)
*picks up her sword and makes it glow an intense white. Flames emerge from hit*
Yujin:Here goes nothing..... *unleashes 3 slashes our pure white flames* sunslice....
Adam:*Smiling* Not bad...*moon slices through all three*
Yujin:Tsk *slices the oncoming attack* still not enough to out do yours huh? Okay...*switches to gauntlets*
Ruby:She’s pretty good with that sword; it’s almost her size yet she can swing it one handed. Almost reminds me of Qrow....
Jaune:Probably because everyone chimed in and told her about his moves. He might be gone but a bit of his flare isn’t.
Ruby:......*smiles* Good, that’s really good to know.
Yang:*soaking in the fight that’s in front of her. Seeing her daughter counter blade strikes with punches; displaying moves all too noticeable to her as her dad’s handy work*
Jaune:Enjoying the show?
*Yujin’s fist catching fire. Another aura filled punch scattering the flames as the embers dance around her. Not messing a step when avoiding Adam’s relentless bullets and cross slashes*
Yang:I wish....I wish I could’ve helped create this. *somber smile* look at our kid go; she’s in her element right now.
*Adam jumping over a sweep kicking and blocking an assault of jabs. Sparks flying off his sword*
Yang:And I didn’t help with any of it.... I feel a little bad.
Jaune:Are you kidding? Yang, you might not have been here but plenty recordings of your training days are. She won’t admit it but I know she’s watched every single one to be even remotely as good as you.
Yang:*shocked* Really?
Jaune:*Nodding* Yujin did everything she could to deny hand to hand combat; to be separated from you. No matter how hard she tried though she knew if she was gonna be huntress that eventually she’d have to come to terms with you have a legacy with rich insight. To be a little more like herself she’d swallowed her pride, and started acting a little more like you.
Ruby:Makes sense; she looked very angry fighting you hand to hand but also a little thrill. If I had to guess I’d say it was probably because she finally got to see where she stood.
Yujin: *Jumping back for distance, trying to catch her breath* Come on Adam, *huff* my mom tire you out. (shouldn’t be long now) no holding back *raises her gaurd*
Adam:*sword glowing* Says the one breathing deep. You’ve grown a lot Yujin; I’m proud. However, I think this might be your limit.
Yujin:Well let’s find out!! *bumps her first together and charges at him.*
Adam:This won’t kill you but it’s not gonna tickle *dashes towards him swinging his sword down at her*
Yujin:*smirks*
*a giant thumb erupts from the clash. Dirt and dust flying into the air as everything fall quiet*
Ruby:Huh....well would you look at that? Guess she has learned from you.
Yang:*jaw dropped in awe* You...you told her the story didn’t you?
Jaune:Maybe once or twice....*smiling*
Adam:*completely caught off gaurd, a familiar chill runs through him* .......heh this takes me back.
Yujin:*gripping his blade tightly before the impact. Her eyes shining bright lilac* Gotcha...
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