This time I knew what was going on.
Austin, this crazy chaos magician in service of higher forces, at least partially explained anything. He has nothing to do with Ozpin, by the way, it's just a coincidence and his name starts with letter A. These language oddities on Remnant, well...
In short, it turned out that it was necessary to release Salem's soul further after we cooperatively saved her from the unenviable fate of being cursed by the gods and complete madness. And it also turned out that this was the first such way out of the situation in this whole cluster of the multiverse – and this term was not invented by me. That's how Austin put it, clearly savvy in what he was doing, although extremely annoying because I owed him for solving this grimm-with-brains problem. As of yet, I was still in training for a full-fledged kitsune. That's what Rei said, the mother of Mei Herd and the only full-fledged kitsune in all the entirety of Remnant. She accidentally arrived here because of Inari's disfavor. But she was still quite experienced, and this meant that she had acquaintances. It was she who brought me together with this riddler dude, and it is she who will have to fulfill our side of contract along with me.
Generally speaking, divine interventions were somehow beyond my rank, and only Inari herself or the higher nine-tailed foxes with experience in working with souls could pull off such an action. The only other kitsune other than Rei I knew would be Tomiko, but at the time when we were solving the Salem situation, I didn't remember any of it, and I doubt that she's nine-tailed. Right now, the contract with Austin obliged Rei and me to return the favor, and yes, that service was specified to be safe for the person rendering such service, because both Rei and I were not ready to sell souls in order to save the world. We would be leaving anyway after the death of our corporeal shells.
Austin explained that his patron was interested in exploring a new cluster of worlds, and therefore, in fact, he helped "break the fate of the world," whatever that meant. But due to the fact that there is no other iteration of the world where Salem would simply agree to reincarnate, we need to create such an iteration. The problem is that it is impossible to forcibly send the soul to regroup in any way in Salem's case, and even Tomiko asked me when this thing applied to me - though I don't quite remember all of it still - if I agree to be saved.
Then I was an ordinary person and couldn't even think about such adventures, yes, but the fact is that the forcible extraction of the soul occurs only through violence, at least that's what Austin said. And I had no reason not to believe him. Especially when there were no other mystics at hand. Especially those, who are also able to work with souls and have a way to reincarnate them through a contract with a Deity. I myself was quite a dummy, not versed in magic, and Rei understood what Austin was doing, but she couldn't do it because of her difference in development and relative youth. Still, she had just three available tails.
In general, Rei was sent to a parallel world in the old-fashioned way, an ordinary portal, but she was a full-fledged Kitsune and could jump around the worlds herself, her body was highly spiritual, or something like that. I was in the body of Weiss Schnee, and for a high spirituality equal to an average kitsune like Rei, I would need to practice this very high spirituality for at least hundred years. So Austin got a special ritual from his patron, some God of Wisdom and Knowledge - scary areas for a deity, by the way, if anything. This ritual made a cast of the soul and sent it to the chosen world.
Yes, this jerk decided to make me some sort of horcrux by discount, and yes it hurt, but I don't owe him anything now.
Before I was knocked out, he said that we just had to wait for the result.
Yes, of course, I knew this time that I would wake up not where I fell asleep, hell yes. Although this was to be expected - even if the world is parallel doesn't mean that time flows the same way, rather, I should've expected such a surprise. But I was still quite astonished when I looked at the calendar on this great grand-father of the scroll, known to me from the future. Its cover was battered, and the screen was twitching oddly, although it would be much weird that I'd once again get lucky to stay in the body of the heiress of the richest dust corporation. Moreover, according to the calendar, firstly, it's the middle of summer and secondly, Weiss is only two years old, and Mother has probably already almost lost any opportunity to somehow influence the situation without assassinating Father. And it's good that I'm not in my big sister, it would've been awkward. Though it seems I should probably stop calling them that. This body probably has its own parents and siblings.
By the way, where is the mistress?
I was in a body I didn't know, a woman's body once again, and I was twenty years back in the past, but it definitely wasn't a teenage girl. Of course, Yang also had such breasts as a teenager, so I couldn't be so sure yet, maybe I'm a teenager again, fucked if I knew.
No reaction? Where are you, mistress?
I needed a mirror, but even more, of course, I needed to understand who I am. Exterior in this case is an extremely secondary issue. Last time, the insert was based on a different principle and was rather a recollection and unification, here it was supposed to come to this in the end, as Austin told me before and during the ritual, but he was ranting something about conceptuality mostly.
Based on what he said, the body should've belonged to a person who could change history as soon as possible. Preferably in one action, but that, as Austin said with a nasty grin, would be some wet dreams. That was his way to hint that I'd still have to work, yeah, even despite his, oh so convenient and great, ritual.
By the way, I remembered to ask why he wouldn't do it himself. He looked at me like I was some moron, and just shrugged while saying "well, you do owe me, right?"
I got up from the bed, staggered when I touched some weird and vaguely familiar dust-sword. I picked it up and felt a strange rightness, as it happened with Myrtenaster when I first took the hilt. What was different would be the presence of a voice in my head.
Oi, where are you, I don't bite! I came with peace to save the world!
Well, at least I don't have to get used to weapons much, I thought when I weighed the whole thing in my hand. Some sort of katana, judging by the handle.
An odd scabbard, somewhat resembling the scabbard of that horned idiot, my Blakey's ex, but I didn't notice the barrel. There were only triggers-levers which changed… Changed the blade?
I realized this when I clicked one of them experimentally.
It's... definitely something familiar.
I reached for my hair, unusually long – I'd already lost mine in five years.
Hm.
The color is similar to Ruby somehow. I'd know, she's my best friend after all.
Not very well-groomed, even shaggy, as if this body had been actively drinking for five days in a row. This conclusion was facilitated by the bottles of various alcohol surrounding the bed, and the obvious need to ventilate this ... Tent? More like, helluva big tent? Judging by the interior, I'm a little far from my beloved Atlas or Vale.
This is Anima, there is no doubt. Asian style.
My clothes were crumpled, resembled a short kimono, my undies were clearly yesterday, the lower part of my clothes lost somewhere. Well, there were also odd bracers lying among the bottles. Bracers somehow resembled samurai ones, so definitely Anima.
I threw the sword on bed and went back to searching for the mirror. It was the female lair, and whether she's an adult or a teenager – it doesn't matter, there must be mirror somewhere!
After whole ten minutes of futile searches, during which I was struck by nervous laughter, because I couldn't quite believe that this unknown lady was the very entity who could change everything, especially "in one action" ... Well, when I finally completed the primary task and found the mirror, it stopped being even remotely funny.
I couldn't restrain the Aura and a glyph ignited on my palm. Its shape and color changed. It chewed in the pocket mirror and clearly ceased to be the default "push-pull" glyph of the Schnee family. Now it's not the snowflake, but two crossed crosses with arrows at the eight ends, those crosses also spinned, just like my glyphs, but the design wasn't familiar.
What kind of crap is this?! Am I sleeping?! I want to move!
Oh, finally, the mistress woke up! This time I'm pretty sure we're not the same entity, so let's get right to the point, what do you know about Salem, Raven Branwen? That's your name, isn't it? I saw your photo. And Yang...
I got flattened by a terrible headache, and hands started moving without any permission from me.
To the neck.
What do you know about Yang?! What did you do to her, you bastard?!
She really started to squeeze her own neck, and I could only helplessly kick and groan – not the whole body obeyed, but that was enough for her. I quickly and extremely loudly thought everything she needs to know in order to stop and think.
I'm from the alternate future! We were able to solve the Salem issue, but as a payment, I also need to solve this issue at least in one more parallel! I was sent here because you supposedly can solve this issue most swiftly. Maybe even by doing one action, but I doubt it somehow. Now stop choking yourself, you psycho!
She let go of her neck and leaned back on the floor in exhaustion, bouncing her head hard off the bottle. She rolled away, and our skull fell to the floor. The headache got worse.
"I propose we stop the bullshit and initiate the merge," I said and lit this oddest glyph on my palm once again. "Then I'll be able to see your memories and handle the mission no sweat."
You can kill Salem?
You could say that.
Then I'm in. But I have a couple of requirements.
***
"So, let's figure it out," I sat cross-legged on a pillow in front of another mirror I found, not pocket size this time. "You found out that Summer Rose is with Taiyang, and that's why you've been drinking for a week?"
No, I found out that she's pregnant, and Taiyang was jumping around her like some mother hen, and my daughter called her mom, and then Taiyang wouldn't let me see my daughter. Apparently, I left her, and he said that I shouldn't be worrying Summer in her condition. And that's why I was drinking for a week. By the way, it's surprising no one bothered me."
"Well, dear Raven, you did work on this camp all this time so that it could function without you. You have these extremely useful assholes Sora and Kryos, they are quite able to replace you outside the raids… Wow, I can't believe it's you."
What about me?
"You see," I looked into the eyes of the reflection with a grin, "in that variation of this world I came from, there's future. And I continued what you started but apparently couldn't finish. You were aiming to get rid of this slave bullshit, the one that spread throughout the Anima not without this quite convenient supply chain of cheap dust by Jacques Gele.
I have no proof that this asshole is involved at all. Of-fucking-course it stinks of him, because they illegally extract the dust with the help of illegal slaves, and then send it to Atlas… So you're saying that in your world I didn't continue?
"And nothing can be done, because he just buys ashes from local suppliers, and local suppliers are not revised by the authorities of the Mistral. There are no Atlesian laws here, although it is perfectly clear to everyone who's curious what's what."
And you are Weiss Schnee… His son? Why are you so against it? You've only benefited from it...
"I'm the daughter, it's just not my first rodeo," I shrugged. "I was male first, and I'm not going to give it up. I was saved by kitsune, and that caused me to get on this trippy road of becoming one more kitsune. And my new species can change sex characteristics after a fashion. Well, even when I didn't know it… My life as a man was longer than in girl's body, and then I got the hope I could return to what is my preferred choice. And I am against it because for me this company is the legacy of Grandfather Nicolas in the first place. While Jacques smeared our name in shit so much, I still understood that if I killed him and assumed management obligations in order to change at least something, I would simply be splattered with this shit. His allies would have sunk me as soon as they realized that I wasn't going to continue his asshole practices. I won't lie, I did it in many ways to cut the tails before eliminating him, but to change something, you need power."
Never to disagree with that, but couldn't your mother, who's the actual Schnee…
"That's the problem!" I sighed and rubbed my temples in annoyance. "As of now Mother is pregnant with my brother Whitley, and my father somehow managed to convince Grandfather Nicolas to leave his shares equally to his grandchildren after my brother's birth. Then the mother will be diagnosed with alcoholism, and Jacques will become our legal representative… She drinks in my time like that Uncle Qrow, your brother if I remember right. And he's quite a drunk."
He does like his liquor, but I always nagged him not to binge drink.
"Well... you're here now, not there."
Fair… But to accuse me of someone behaving like a jerk while being an adult man, is somehow stupid.
"I'm not accusing anyone at all. Except for Jacques Gele, cus he's the asshole who ruined my mother's life. Even his plan with cheap dust could be respected if you turn off the morality, but not the way he treated my Mother.
We could, by the way, do something about it if you want. It's clear that you won't change past, but at least you won't regret that you didn't do anything. Your grandfather Nicolas don't seem to be much of an asshole…
"He was called Saint because of how much good he did for other people!" I was rightly indignant, reaching for the belt out of the habit of this body. "He isn't just not an asshole, he's the best!"
Calm down, gods, you really respect him! And you believe what you say. He's already been retired for the last decade, right?
"Yes," I sighed and listened to the footsteps outside - no, they are simply passing by, and not going inside, what a relief. "But still, Jacques does not have immence power, as long as he is just the CEO, not the owner. My mother ignored everything until he bluntly told her that he had never loved her. He could not disinherit us, but he could remove us from the list of possible future CEOs due to incompetence. I almost refused to become huntsman because of his bullshit, but I needed combat experience and the opportunity to get to know a bunch of other hunters not from Atlas. That's why I, just like you, trained at Beacon.
Why, I wonder? Why not at Atlas?
"I have people of various specialties who are not connected with the Schnee Corporation in any way, and who could help me with the arrests and destruction of my father's secret or obvious partners in order to free me from the explosion of shit in the future. I gave each of those people what they wanted, and each of those people stayed with my organization because we're doing a good job."
You're the idealist. How could I believe that you could destroy Salem? And yes, you got me convinced cus I feel that you are not lying. And did it free you from... the explosion?
"I have my own company in entertainment industry, VICE Entertainment. I used knowledge from my past lives, and I'm not a fool myself, well, I also made a pact with my brother, he's quite a genius. I also deceived my father in a timely manner, if you'd like to know, the best deception I've pulled off as of yet. I offered him what he already wanted – to make my brother the heir, who's not going into huntsman profession and was all so prime and proper. But at the same time I proposed not to announce it officially in order to concentrate the anger of my father's enemies on me, because I was more able to protect myself. And he didn't take my hobby seriously, because his own PR department loved me. Father is really a very good businessman – he knows how and enjoys to delegate, and doesn't get into things he has no understanding of.
That is, he asked his pros, and the pros wanted to continue working with you, so they lied to him?
"Well, yes, I mentioned to them right away that my father is a racist, and it's better for him not to know about all those pro-Faunus things that we did. It also brought us a lot of money, and at the same time crushed the meaning of White Fang's radicalism. The whole gambit my father couldn't be able to comprehend, he is not strong much in socials, his stupid numbers are much closer to him in spirit. Well, it actually brought me to…"
Why did I just see a flashback where I bit the shoulder of some cat faunus woman - such cute ears by the by – and doing...
"She's two years old now, just like your Yang! Forget what you saw!"
By the gods. Already forgotten! Warn next time, would you? And how do you know Yang anyway? I hope there's nothing like that…
"We are teammates and... uh, how glad I am that even without remembering anything, I was afraid of blondes. Do you know the saying, don't stick it in the crazy? Here is exactly the same thing, only much less logical I had, about blondes. How glad I am that I listened to my subconscious. I'm you now, and although I choose not to remember all your... moments of heterosexuality and their consequences, it would still be awkward.
No kidding. So, when are we really going to merge, or maybe you'll be completely removed from my head somehow? I am not liking this outside spectator thing. This is my body after all. If you haven't figured it out yet, let me tell you that you don't quite react like I do.
"Until we fucked up Salem, this oddity might be useful to us," I shrugged and leaned on my knee with elbow, put a chin on my palm in thought. "You see, when this lady wanted to take me hostage due to the fact that I kinda sorta do magic, but at the same time not one of the Season Maidens, and obviously not Ozpin, only the presence of a second mind, even such a rudimentary one as I had at that time, saved me from being transported to that Grimmland of hers. That's how I was able to draw her attention enough to use her curiosity and make her aware of the reincarnation to other worlds. Well, I had to somehow explain my magic, and offer to find an option for her to do the thing herself. To get free from this world.
So we're not going to brutally kill her for everything she's done to this world? You're upsetting me.
The body tensed without my permission, and I realized once again that this was not the same as with Weiss body at all. There are actually two of us here!
I'm listening to your excuses.
"If you want to know, it was the Dark God," I breathed a sigh of relief and began to explain the thing as simply as it was explained to me. "Well, the Light God also added to the fire of course. Salem asked to revive her lover, you know him as Ozpin. And as a result, she was cursed with eternal life without the ability to reincarnate, Oz seemed to have received a task from these gods, the essence of which is unknown to Salem. But she interpreted it as interfering with everything she does. Rei, who we should find by the way, if she doesn't find us first, is kitsune. They traverse worlds by nature. So she found me a chaos magician of the universal level who was able to break the curse and remove the Grimm. For the ritual that allows you to reincarnate with memories and purify the soul from the violence that she suffered, he even demanded one favor from Salem herself. But as I understood, something went wrong, and her soul cannot go to reincarnation due to the fact that in this cluster of parallel worlds there is no other Salem with whom the same thing ever happened. This is some kind of quantum bullshitery I don't understand.
Okay, so what are you suggesting here? We can't just find Salem, can we? More so your information... well, not outdated, but just the opposite, has not happened yet. Finding Rei is understandable, but what else? And why do I somehow feel my Semblance differently? Of course, I understand that these Glyphs of yours appeared, but my kindred links, they still exist, just...
"How do I"... I concentrated and clenched my teeth from the tension. "Try to reach out now, I want to understand how to use it."
Here. Feel it?
"Yes... One."
The image of Blake appeared before my eyes, she opens her arms with that light smile that I loved so much.
"Two."
Smiling Yang, holding out her hand to me, ready to support as always after our sparring, we are rivaling friends.
"Three."
It was Ruby, looking up at me and at the same time chewing something, causing a wave of affection and care, she's like a sister to me.
"Four."
Whitley looks up from his desk scroll and smiles predatory, my best brother is happy like the cat who ate mouse, and I am happy too, because every new instance brings our time of retribution closer.
"Five."
Winter gives me the thumbs up and smiles openly, uncharacteristically for herself, it's when our team won the Vytal tournament, and she is proud of me.
"Six."
A stranger with Ruby's eyes looks at me with such care and love, but I feel pain and only a pinch of reciprocal love. Weird. It's probably Summer Rose. What a pity she died...
Died?!
I opened my eyes, the body jumped up by itself and started seeking for the sword on the belt again.
"Summer Rose is alive, it happened in the future, calm down, and she's the only one not one of mine, so we could notice the danger in time. I don't really know where Qrow and Taiyang were at the time of her death, but I think you got something to tell. I thought you were married to Yang's father, not..."
There's nothing to explain. She loves Taiyang. It's been obvious, and it's not worth interfering with it. I just...
"You just what?" I whispered, realizing that the pain I felt was not mine, and that this story was filled to the brim with terrible drama that I'd have to get into, because I'm unable to ignore my friends troubles and already want to prevent it, even if they don't know me here. "Judging by that look, she loves you, very much. You've seen mine too, haven't you? Your daughter doesn't look at me like that, even though we are close friends. Ruby, too... by the way, they were lying, Summer doesn't look like Ruby that much. Only the color of the eyes and the physique. Even the shape of her face is a bit different..."
I agree. And the hair is not red, but rather...
"They are red only on tips..."
My hair color. Qrow, fucking bastard...
"Uh, Raven, don't get carried away! Why Qrow! Maybe it's just genetics at play, things happen, right? After all... Though... Wait a minute."
I stretched my lips in the serene and gentle toothless smile that Ruby so often gave out. Then I pouted as if a batch of cookies had been taken away from me.
"A hundred out of hundred in facial expressions," I said grimly. "Maybe the color of the eyes changes the perception of the face, but between Ruby and Yang, the similarity is not in Taiyang's features at all, apparently. And now I understand why I heard such different stories from Ruby and Yang about the relationship with Taiyang when I asked about their past. He didn't even teach her hand-to-hand combat - I did it when I realized that she had no base! Her favorite thing is making weapons! And you created this blade yourself, the dust revolving thing is awesome, and you're improving it. I'm not blind, it's modular, and it's kind of a masterpiece! And if Ruby gets something in her head, she cannot be removed from her path. These are exactly the genes of your family, and I've met Qrow! Fuck him and Ozpin tho."
I understand my own contempt, but what did he do to you?
"When I told him that I knew about his war with Salem and worked oun an agreement with her, he almost killed me before I could finish, and Qrow started helping him. He stopped only when my hood fell off and he recognized me as the sister of his sworn opponent."
Wow, how low does he get over the years, if his sworn opponent is no taller than a table.
"Gods, why me, you're definitely Yang's mother. And you might as well have two daughters. You and Qrow are twins, right?"
That's not how it works! And it turns out that Summer and Taiyang are not...
"Hold your happy thought, maybe they didn't make Ruby, but that doesn't mean they don't have sex. You say yourself that he was jumping around her..."
Maybe this is how he compensates? It was Summer who actually shared expecting with me, not the hubby. That memory you saw, the kindred link, is from that time. He and Qrow were constantly on missions, and my hormonal ups and downs somehow didn't make me more humane. Especially once he told me that he wouldn't mind having a big family, looking at my stomach and clearly hinting at my further participation in the fulfillment of his wishes, and I told him the truth.
"What truth would that be?"
I knew that I would not like her answer, but I had no idea how much it would shock me.
That if he hadn't asked me to marry him because I got knocked up, I would've asked Summer to be a second parent. She's the only one I could leave my daughter with if something happened to me. Not with those two irresponsible jerks, right?
"I seem to not understanding anything at all," I took my head in hands and tried to figure it out. "You and Summer weren't dating, and for some reason you think she's liked Taiyang more. You got knocked up by Taiyang. But then you entered into marriage with him only in order to get... a second parent? What kind of logic is this? And why me... Why do you... Where does this pain come from?"
Do you know what's the most likely reason why I gave up on Ozpin's assignment by your time and brought the Branwens back to where I started?
"I'm beginning to suspect," I whispered half-strangled, hearing footsteps outside the tent again. "And what's Ozpin's task?"
Now these sounds of steps clearly stopped at the exit. Someone's coming in.
We'll probably have to stop this talks. And I probably need to find some pants. And somehow take care of a decent suit. I still can't stop being the Weiss Schnee so quickly, decades of elitism are difficult to overcome, especially in such... nice things, like a decent well-fitted suit.
The Branwens got into the slave trade, and I came back to stop it. And I stopped it within the Branwens, made them functioning nomads, who train youngsters to use Aura and guarding trade caravans - we already have some clientel, and they can do the guarding even without my direct management. All the jerks who started taking part in the slave trade are dead, everyone who supported them has come to their senses and afraid of me, and the youngsters will be faithful to me. I was ready to go home...
"You've become kind of a hero, Summer would totally like," I muttered half-assuredly, getting into the clothes trunk. "You actually did great."
But before I left, I had a fight with Taiyang because Ozpin didn't let me rest for more than six months after the birth of my daughter! I told the fucker that I wasn't going to get involved in his eternal war anymore, that I wanted to live for myself at last, sort out my life. But then he told me about what happened to the Branwens, and that if this continues, then most likely they will all be killed by Atlas troops during punitive raids.
"I understand, he's not opposed to tipping those off, right?" I found myself a pair of pants under a bunch of skirts and breathed a sigh of relief. "I haven't worn a skirt for five years, and I'm not going to start."
There is nothing wrong with skirts!
"Your protests won't change anything," I muttered to myself, and the unknown person decided to stick their head into the tent.
"Raven!" it was Sora, a girl with Asian eyes and quite a European everything else, a kind of mix, like everything on Remnant. "You're already up! And you're not drunk anymore!"
"And you've got a nerve!" Raven took control. "I haven't beaten you in training for one week, and you've forgotten! We need to fix your memory! Half an hour - meet me at the center of camp! We're training!"
"Yes, ma'am! Message received, ma'am!" Sora's eyes bulged and she disappeared.
Raven allowed herself to laugh quietly, and I understood what she meant - I didn't like being a bystander with no access to the body at all.
So what happened after you had a fight with Taiyang?
"I left for Anima," Raven shrugged. "Summer decided to go on a mission with Qrow, this bastard who clearly can't keep his dick to himself just like his opinion, and was supposed to come back in a couple of days. I didn't think she felt that way about him... But I was sure they would ask Ozpin about me. It's odd that they thought I dumped Yang. Well, and... I asked Summer to look after her if something happens, because those two assholes won't tie their own shoelaces, let alone take care of a child! I didn't leave her in the woods, did I?"
Oh well, you are the mother of the year, with such reasoning. But I understand you, there's a misunderstanding, and this is a secret mission of sorts, so you couldn't really contact another continent. And can I get back? I feel kind of weird...
"Get used to it," Raven chuckled and grinned at the mirror, reminding me again of something Ruby did when she was passionate about some project of hers with weapons or robots, or robots with weapons. "As long as you are not needed, you'd be feeling this. It's my body."
I'm here because of Salem, and we both want to save Summer Rose, so you won't find me opposed that you do my job for me, honestly.
"If I thought she'd betrayed me, if I hadn't seen how much Ruby looked like... like me, then I wouldn't have responded to the dangers she was in... Now I don't really know how to ignore even the slightest non-fatal danger. And I have a connection with her unborn daughter thanks to you. I don't think I can stay away from Yang when I know now that Ozpin never told them about this assignment... Or else these two idiots decided not to tell Summer or Yang, which is even worse.
You know, you're not the bitch that Neopolitan described you to be. Yes, you don't know her yet either, she's about ten years old now, but she's a sociopath for some reason unknown to me. So, even if a mute girl whose hobby is stealing and job is assassination described you as the bitch...
"Fuck off, will you?" Raven rolled her eyes, but relaxed because of her burst of laugh.
And we switched again.
Damn it! How to control it?!
"Fucked if I know" I sighed and reached for the pants, stared at them and then heaved with laughter. "You do realize that Sora saw us in our undies, right?
They need to learn how to fucking knock. But for knocking you need a door, yes, you could drop the jokes, and I can hear your thoughts. And your jokes aren't funny.
"I'm a musician, not a comedian," I shrugged and headed for the exit. "By the way, I think if you'd like, we could earn some money. But still, it's your life, and it's up to you."
If there is the word "money" after the word "earn", then I am ready to hear you out, at least.
"I had a bunch of songs that I couldn't sing because of my body's lack of such experience and the specifics of my image. You have a lot of experience and a completely different image. Of course, you won't be getting the super-popularity without the money of the Schnee, but this way you could totally have fun. Performing feels nice , honest!
I'll think about it. But first we need to solve the issue with Summer and the idiots.
"I suppose we'll go somewhat backwards," I grinned almost as predatory as Raven herself had grinned before. "It's not the first time I've used old geezers I can't stand to get what I want."
Ozpin.
"That's the one. Moreover, he probably doesn't even know what drama his people are experiencing. He and Salem are quite alike that way. To remember this fucking Cinder..."
You better tell me about it sometime later. It's time to get shit done.
I didn't argue and walked out of the tent with my head held high. That's, to be honest, helped a lot with this damn migraine.