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[ This rather quickly went from a civil argument to something more. If it hadn't been her own family, if she hadn't been the type of person who at least have faith that people weren't inherently awful, she might've picked up on it sooner. This wasn't a discussion. It never was with Jacques Schnee, you either listened or you got out of his life.
Except there was no escape here, and as the bodyguards' grips tightened, Weiss's eyes narrowed as her father leaned in. Her coffee cup clattered on the table as she shakes her shoulders to try to get loose, just to test what was going on. It was suddenly very clear that those two weren't there to protect him, but to keep her down. She doesn't move for a brief second, taking a slow breath. Don't lose control of your emotions, Weiss. ]
That "me" never existed.
[ In a split second her wrist flicks up and a glyph forms above her hand. ]
I had hoped you would see reason on your own, but you leave me no choice.
[The very-obviously-not-bodyguards had been warned of Weiss' abilities ahead of time, so they're ready. As soon as the glyph appears, there's a needle being pushed into the side of her neck releasing a sedative into her veins. She might be able to get one glyph off before she's knocked out, but that'll be about it.
Jacques stands tall, looking down on her with a stoic expression on his face.]
It didn't have to be like this.
[She should have just listened. After all, she knows as well as anyone: It's foolish not to do as father asks.]
[ There's a sharp gasp as she suddenly feels the needle. That she hadn't expected. The glyph flickers a couple of times just as it reaches its peak size to summon the Arma Gigas, then disappears altogether.
No. No. Her vision is starting to blur and she tries to move to reach up, to push whoever it was that did that away, but the neck only takes a few seconds to push something through to the rest of her body. ]
What are you going to...?
[ She can barely finish the sentence, her consciousness fading quickly. ]
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Except there was no escape here, and as the bodyguards' grips tightened, Weiss's eyes narrowed as her father leaned in. Her coffee cup clattered on the table as she shakes her shoulders to try to get loose, just to test what was going on. It was suddenly very clear that those two weren't there to protect him, but to keep her down. She doesn't move for a brief second, taking a slow breath. Don't lose control of your emotions, Weiss. ]
That "me" never existed.
[ In a split second her wrist flicks up and a glyph forms above her hand. ]
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[The very-obviously-not-bodyguards had been warned of Weiss' abilities ahead of time, so they're ready. As soon as the glyph appears, there's a needle being pushed into the side of her neck releasing a sedative into her veins. She might be able to get one glyph off before she's knocked out, but that'll be about it.
Jacques stands tall, looking down on her with a stoic expression on his face.]
It didn't have to be like this.
[She should have just listened. After all, she knows as well as anyone: It's foolish not to do as father asks.]
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No. No. Her vision is starting to blur and she tries to move to reach up, to push whoever it was that did that away, but the neck only takes a few seconds to push something through to the rest of her body. ]
What are you going to...?
[ She can barely finish the sentence, her consciousness fading quickly. ]
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Don't worry, Weiss; you won't remember any of this.
[He looks up at the orderlies.]
Take her to the car and let's go. Shady Oaks is....