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[He's sitting and looking out the window until he sees movement. Looking up to Weiss, it's obvious he's not the same Jaune she remembers, ignoring even the light armor he wears now. His build is the same, but he seems a little more wiry, less healthy, cheekbones more pronounced than they should be. But the most notable differences are the scars that go up on the side of his face, branching out like lightning fractals, until they reach a bright citrine eye that clashes with his normal blue.]
[ The clashing colors are all too familiar to someone who knows about Dust. There's a whole lot different here, but to her, that's the most immediately concerning. Infusing Dust with your body isn't unheard of, but it sure as hell is risky and unstable. ]
I...just wanted to order a macchiato. Whatever that is.
[He frowns and then remembers his warning. Oh. It's probably better to just get to the point.] My memories have been weird lately, but even if this is different and new to you, it's not for me. I don't know everything that happened to that loser, but if you're worried-- [And why the hell would she be.] Don't. It's been years and somehow I've managed not to blow myself up.
Espresso with a small amount of foamed milk on the top.
[ Gosh Jaune, learn your coffee. But that's.. a little less important right now, so she doesn't focus in on that. Instead... ]
Congratulations, I suppose, but.. why? I don't suppose you've been drinking the same thing Winter, my father, and Cassian have been. [ She's still not exactly sure what was going on. Different memories, though, that's.. that would make more sense than her other theories. ]
[ It's said with a firmness that borders on sharp. If words could cut, Jaune wouldn't be sitting at a table anymore. The more people question it, the more everyone who knows her seems to be slowly saying otherwise, the more it's starting to feel like she's coming undone. Jaune is someone she trusts a lot more than her father, and if she hadn't had Sun there to reassure her when she saw Jacques, she might've been a lot more shaken. ]
Huh. Then how come mine are different? [Looks like he hit a sore spot. He hangs onto it, staring at her thoughtfully, wondering how far he can take this.]
Because something weird is going on. With you, Winter, Cassian, Spock, my Father.. none of your memories are consistent with each other, but mine match Sun's.
[ She has to believe in that. She finally goes to sit down at the table across from Jaune though, her eyes carefully examining his new markings. ]
You like sweet things still, don't you? Order a mocha. Peppermint, if you're in the holiday mood.
[He's accustomed to it now. People fear him when they see him. He usually just goes with it. No one but him and a few others know the story behind them, and he's fine with that. Fear is better than pity.]
[His eyes brighten. He does like sweets! But--] How did you know that?
My fiance. He's the only blonde monkey faunus around, runs the bounty boards and a few businesses in Fayren? Ring any bells?
[ This and the sweets means this version and her are clearly.. not friends. ]
Because in my memories, you and I are good friends. You like sweets, and junk food, and are particularly fond of whatever part of the chicken "nuggets" are made of. You love bunnies and dinosaurs and games and comics. You're strong, and brave, and put others ahead of yourself even if you don't always have the right answers or you make mistakes on your way to the right path. The you I know is also... hurt. I don't blame you, and even if you're doing better, I can still see it. You have a different look in your eyes now, though.
[ Weiss doesn't look scared of the markings. Once she's gotten a good look at them, along with her words her gaze is focused on his. If anything she looks more like she's trying to figure him out than anything else. This Jaune definitely isn't her Jaune, even if it's still.. well, Jaune. ]
Wait. Was he that one guy with the annoyingly chiseled abs at the Vytal festival? Hey, aren't you supposed to be a racist spoiled girl?
[He's quiet, looking like he's trying very hard to keep a stoic face and failing. He grits his teeth a little, some things right on the mark and others...something he remembers enjoying. Dinosaurs are cool. He remembers the book about bunnies his mom would read to him sometimes. But that's in the past. He's no longer that person. And he's certainly not brave, or someone who would ever put others first. But this person who he only knows from her fame, who he's never thought much of other than another eventual target in the downfall of Remnant, says it with so much conviction.
It leaves him unsettled.]
Who told you to say that? [He narrows his eyes, trying not to look vulnerable. But this is the first time in a while he's truly been caught off guard, and he doesn't like it. One hand goes to rest against his cheek--the side with the scars, unsurprisingly.]
Former heiress who ran away from home after my father tried to tell the world I had a mental breakdown and disinherited me when I called him and his fellow socialites on his hypocrisy. I'm not my father. But yes, Sun does have annoyingly chiseled abs.
[ At least they were both at the Vytal Festival. That's weird. If he was there, but they didn't know each other.. She keeps it in mind to ask if she gets the chance later in the conversation. ]
I did. We're having a conversation. You asked how I knew what you liked, you dolt.
Is that your way of trying to impress me, Snow Angel? ...Yeah he does. It's like, the world is already an unforgiving and cruel place. Why rub it in our faces by giving us that?
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Before he can argue though, he just stares at her incredulously. He had murdered countless people, nearly died multiple times, and faced the terrors that were Salem's realm on a daily basis. Did she just]
You took care of yourself and left a situation that didn't sit right with you. I can certainly respect that, but it doesn't change the fact that most of the world is made up of cowards who prey on the weak.
[When the server asks what they want, Jaune mumbles his order "Large peppermint mocha". He almost seems to be sulking.]
You know. That's kind of rude. You don't know me. You don't know my life. I'm actually pretty smart, thank you very little.
There are a lot of people like that- people who take advantage of others, people who close their eyes to the suffering around them, who blame the victims for their actions because they're scared that their world could fall apart too- completely out of their control. Knowing that, how could I not stand up to defy them? If I'm capable of more, why wouldn't I take the first step and be the person they can't be? If I don't fall, if I'm more than what people say I am, why can't someone else who's scared think "me too"? I can't change everyone, but I can choose to fight for what's right when no one else will.
[ She's not sure what kind of person this Jaune is. Her Jaune.. she's not even sure what he would say to something like that. She knows he wanted to be a hero, that he wants to protect his friends more than anything. But she doesn't know if he thinks the rest of the world is worth protecting, but he's never called the rest of the world cowards before. ]
I've been called a lot worse than rude. [ She looks at the server. ] I'll have an Americano, thank you.
Sure, you could do that. If you're okay with the people you're trying to protect betraying you later-- or letting them down. [He pauses, then shakes his head.] Most people aren't worth protecting.
I'm sure you have. Doesn't change that it's rude. [Huffs.] The fuck is an Americano? [This Jaune is fine with cursing!]
I'm grew up as a member of the Schnee family. People trying to use me, go behind my back... that was growing up for me. It takes a lot more work to trust someone than it does to isolate yourself, and it's terrifying to trust people knowing they could do that. But not everyone is and ending up alone and miserable because you're scared to let anyone else get close because they might disappoint you? That's far worse than not getting hurt. As for whether or not people are worth it? I don't know everyone's stories. I don't know their pain, but I do know that everyone has their own measure of it. It's not my place to judge whether or not someone is worth protecting.
I'm rude and you said something doltish, so I called you on it. I can live with that. [ Weiss is gonna Weiss whether Jaune is gonna Jaune or not. ] It's espresso diluted in water so it's similar to regular coffee, though it has a slightly stronger flavor and they can't get away with letting it sit in carafes all day.
But for as long as we don't, we can keep a lot of those "regular people" safe for much longer than they would otherwise. [ But that raises an odd question for her. She can already tell this is a very cynical version of her friend, but that particular criticism of hunters.. ] You're not a huntsman, are you? [ A thought that makes the Dust carved into his skin even more curious. ]
[ she shrugs. ] So you and I still have very different tastes.
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Honestly, if I got lost on my way there it'd be the least worrisome thing that's happened today.
I'll see you soon.
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:P see u
just pls try not 2 freak out when u see me
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You'll understand.
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[ She arrives after not too long of a time, looking around for him uncertainly. ]
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Hey.
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[ The clashing colors are all too familiar to someone who knows about Dust. There's a whole lot different here, but to her, that's the most immediately concerning. Infusing Dust with your body isn't unheard of, but it sure as hell is risky and unstable. ]
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[He frowns and then remembers his warning. Oh. It's probably better to just get to the point.] My memories have been weird lately, but even if this is different and new to you, it's not for me. I don't know everything that happened to that loser, but if you're worried-- [And why the hell would she be.] Don't. It's been years and somehow I've managed not to blow myself up.
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[ Gosh Jaune, learn your coffee. But that's.. a little less important right now, so she doesn't focus in on that. Instead... ]
Congratulations, I suppose, but.. why? I don't suppose you've been drinking the same thing Winter, my father, and Cassian have been. [ She's still not exactly sure what was going on. Different memories, though, that's.. that would make more sense than her other theories. ]
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Why? I've always been like this. At least for a few years. ...Have you ever considered maybe your memories are the ones that are wrong?
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[ It's said with a firmness that borders on sharp. If words could cut, Jaune wouldn't be sitting at a table anymore. The more people question it, the more everyone who knows her seems to be slowly saying otherwise, the more it's starting to feel like she's coming undone. Jaune is someone she trusts a lot more than her father, and if she hadn't had Sun there to reassure her when she saw Jacques, she might've been a lot more shaken. ]
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So can you recommend a drink that doesn't suck?
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[ She has to believe in that. She finally goes to sit down at the table across from Jaune though, her eyes carefully examining his new markings. ]
You like sweet things still, don't you? Order a mocha. Peppermint, if you're in the holiday mood.
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[He's accustomed to it now. People fear him when they see him. He usually just goes with it. No one but him and a few others know the story behind them, and he's fine with that. Fear is better than pity.]
[His eyes brighten. He does like sweets! But--] How did you know that?
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[ This and the sweets means this version and her are clearly.. not friends. ]
Because in my memories, you and I are good friends. You like sweets, and junk food, and are particularly fond of whatever part of the chicken "nuggets" are made of. You love bunnies and dinosaurs and games and comics. You're strong, and brave, and put others ahead of yourself even if you don't always have the right answers or you make mistakes on your way to the right path. The you I know is also... hurt. I don't blame you, and even if you're doing better, I can still see it. You have a different look in your eyes now, though.
[ Weiss doesn't look scared of the markings. Once she's gotten a good look at them, along with her words her gaze is focused on his. If anything she looks more like she's trying to figure him out than anything else. This Jaune definitely isn't her Jaune, even if it's still.. well, Jaune. ]
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[He's quiet, looking like he's trying very hard to keep a stoic face and failing. He grits his teeth a little, some things right on the mark and others...something he remembers enjoying. Dinosaurs are cool. He remembers the book about bunnies his mom would read to him sometimes. But that's in the past. He's no longer that person. And he's certainly not brave, or someone who would ever put others first. But this person who he only knows from her fame, who he's never thought much of other than another eventual target in the downfall of Remnant, says it with so much conviction.
It leaves him unsettled.]
Who told you to say that? [He narrows his eyes, trying not to look vulnerable. But this is the first time in a while he's truly been caught off guard, and he doesn't like it. One hand goes to rest against his cheek--the side with the scars, unsurprisingly.]
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[ At least they were both at the Vytal Festival. That's weird. If he was there, but they didn't know each other.. She keeps it in mind to ask if she gets the chance later in the conversation. ]
I did. We're having a conversation. You asked how I knew what you liked, you dolt.
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[Go for it ask him.
Before he can argue though, he just stares at her incredulously. He had murdered countless people, nearly died multiple times, and faced the terrors that were Salem's realm on a daily basis. Did she just]
Did you call me a dolt?
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[ Weiss can't help but break out into a smile when he asks that question. Apparently this Jaune wasn't quite used to get bluntness. ]
Don't be a dolt and I won't call you one.
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[When the server asks what they want, Jaune mumbles his order "Large peppermint mocha". He almost seems to be sulking.]
You know. That's kind of rude. You don't know me. You don't know my life. I'm actually pretty smart, thank you very little.
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[ She's not sure what kind of person this Jaune is. Her Jaune.. she's not even sure what he would say to something like that. She knows he wanted to be a hero, that he wants to protect his friends more than anything. But she doesn't know if he thinks the rest of the world is worth protecting, but he's never called the rest of the world cowards before. ]
I've been called a lot worse than rude. [ She looks at the server. ] I'll have an Americano, thank you.
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I'm sure you have. Doesn't change that it's rude. [Huffs.] The fuck is an Americano? [This Jaune is fine with cursing!]
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I'm rude and you said something doltish, so I called you on it. I can live with that. [ Weiss is gonna Weiss whether Jaune is gonna Jaune or not. ] It's espresso diluted in water so it's similar to regular coffee, though it has a slightly stronger flavor and they can't get away with letting it sit in carafes all day.
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Can you? [He has no idea what most of what she just said means, along with whatever the fuck a carafe is.] That does not sound good.
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[ she shrugs. ] So you and I still have very different tastes.
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