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Summer was on its way to overtake Spring in Vale. The flowers had bloomed, the birds were singing, the rain had fallen little over a month before in April, and the heat was on a daily build. The last was especially bothersome to a certain Weiss Schnee, who was still having trouble controlling the dust infused into her body less than a year prior. More than once, she had been on the verge of overheating thanks to the energy propellant in her body choosing to express itself as fire type and, many a time, Weiss’s former partner Ruby would find the heiress lying in a tub full of ice. The first time, Ruby had panicked for over five minutes,

Vale, Residential District Creation was an amazing thing. The other half of destruction, it was far more difficult, more time consuming, and held a longer sense of satisfaction than its simpler twin. The young huntsman, hunched over in his chair in obsession over his current task, had always understood that fact and held it dearly to his heart. He was an inventor, an artist in the way of machines. Where some might chisel a statue from a block of marble, he preferred taking a seemingly random assortment of nuts, bolts, and loose wires then turning it into something incredible. As of this moment, however, he felt he was going to need a lot more

Red, blue, yellow, black, green, and finally white. Each dust container was loaded into the revolving chamber of the elegant rapier with the skill of one who had done such a thing for years. Weiss needed to hurry with these preparations. She’d traded her blinding white dress for a dark grey hoody and jeans, unbecoming street clothes she could sneak out with. Father probably would not approve of such drab clothing, but hopefully he wouldn’t care too much when she saved him. Animals. Monsters. How dare they do this? Her thoughts rang with anger, but truly it was just the surface of her emotions. She was frightened, terrified. Her fa

    “Are we there yet?”    “No.”    “Are we there yet?”    “No.”    “Are we there y-”    “Summer, I realize with your outfit any grimm within five miles could see us, but that doesn’t mean they need to be able to hear us too,” the pair had been walking side by side through the forest for quite some time. They had yet to arrive at the relics’ location and the girl in white was making her boredom very apparent.    Summer huffed. “My cloak’s not that bright…” she muttered indignantly.    Her partner scoffed at the obvious li