Time to Accept to Abide

Murder. Unkindness. Conspiracy.

[cosmokyrin]

Trying to explore Raven’s character motives

idk why I even colored this. This took more than a week and a burned bum to do (and RAM. wow my RAM, srsly)

I know Tumblr re-adjusts the resolution of hi-res / large images but I kinda checked and I hope it’s pretty readable

You can read a clearer image of it here (external link; Smack Jeeves Webcomic Hosting. To view other comics I uploaded there, click on the menu and click on Comic Archive) I hope it’s also friendly to phones! And I’ll also be cross-posting other longer comics there in the future.

[badrwbyparents]

"Saw you hanging out with Taiyang the other day, you bitch..!"

“Summer! It’s not what you think!”

[drunkschneemom]

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[badrwbyparents]

team-orgk‌:

@badrwbyparents - continued from here

It had been a huge gamble to come here. The tribe leader’s feelings of hatred towards him were not lost on Ozpin. He had no guarantee that his former student would be willing to let him leave alive once he came here.

But he had questions he had to ask her. Raven had found out much that he had tried to hide from, well everyone. That was the reason for her abandonment of his cause in the first place. Oz just wanted to find out how much she knew, and maybe they could reach some twisted form of closure to each other. However, he wasn’t dumb enough to lead with that.

“Raven. Given I haven’t lost yet, I’ve say well enough. How you’re tribe fairing? As efficient at “gathering” resources as usual I presume.”

If there was one thing Ozpin and Qrow were good at, it was getting Raven to sometimes make some information slip. Rarely was it a large wealth of information, especially since she was done being one of Ozpin’s eyes, but some questions Raven wanted answered and for that to happen she sometimes had to give a little before taking a little.

“Yeah. You’d think I’d be elated, with my tribe’s large bounty and all. But I don’t know... I haven’t encountered many huntsmen in my raids. If I ever have, they just happened to be wrong-place wrong-time. It’s almost like Lionheart suddenly doesn’t give a damn. I used to have huntsmen knocking at my camp’s gates every handful of months or so, but it looks like we haven’t made it on one of Mistral’s search and destroy boards in well over a year.”

The moment that last sentence left her lips she felt like an idiot. Here she was, reporting to Ozpin all over again.

[badrwbyparents]

“I’ve finally found you.”- [Team-ORGK] (Any muse you'd like ^_^)

@team-orgk

Raven began to remove her mask. What was the purpose of such concealment if her identity was already known? Red eyes glared at the man who she felt lied to her face time and time again before she had enough and abandoned everything she knew once becoming the Spring Maiden.

She hoped Ozpin hadn’t found out somehow. That he couldn’t somehow sense the magic brewing within her. 

“Ozpin. How’s your secret war going? Fruitless as ever, I imagine.”

[badrwbyparents]

I've finally found you. (Reese be into them older women lmao)

{Thanks for reading the rules! Also lol Reese you naughty girl}

Finding the Branwen Tribe, while not impossible (especially for a huntress or huntress-in-training... clearly), was no easy task. And then having the moxie to just approach Raven Branwen herself also merited some respect. 

There were plenty of reasons one might be looking for her. They needed the tribe’s strength, they needed information, or maybe they simply knew a mutual contact.

“So you have. Not everyone can get this far and live, girl. Mind telling me your name?”

[drunkschneemom]

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strykingback‌:

Nodding lightly to both of the guards he started to walk slowly through the checkpoints in a calm manner. Smirking underneath  his mask once more as the last checkpoint the wolf faunus saw him. Jacques Schnee. Making a speech as if he was some type of hero.

“Such an inflated ego would be a shame if someone popped it.”  Louvel thought to himself.preparing a few kunai’s to throw at him. As he marked his target carefully and finally he threw it….

The Kunai moved fast almost as if it was a snipers bullet only for it to miss its mark intentionally as it struck the curtain

“Jacques Schnee!!!! This is what you did to me!!! You took away my body! Without my consent!! Along with the other bodies of innocent people your company abducted to make into monsters!!!

“Who did this?!”

Jacques looked around once one of the kunai tore into the amphitheater’s curtain, finding his assailant rather quickly. The guards surrounding them began to point their rifles at Louvel, slowly approaching him.

“You should be thanking me! Do you know how expensive the equipment you adorn is? And, despite all the rumors about me, I gave them to a faunus. If you turn around right now, I won’t order my guards to arrest you.”

Not that his men really had the authority to make an arrest, especially in Mistral, but with enough Lien people would look the other way for Jacques to reclaim this experiment of his for some reeducation. The crowds have gone silent at this point, plenty of murmuring going on debating the ethics of both this apparent assassin and Jacques Schnee himself.

[badrwbyparents]

sterlingmoonstone‌:

His jaw tightened as she brought up loyalty to the self, although he did get a less haughty look as he let the rest of his body relax. He was still on edge, though, the scar on his forehead shifting from a rather flesh-like color to a burning red, which made some of his hair glow as well. A dust scar, a gift from his father lately.

She spoke once more of his past life, things that he didn’t even have dreams about, but her tone spoke volumes of meaning even if she was being coy about it. Walking past her as she motioned, taking strides slowly. “I am guessing a tool for things that never happened.” He retorted, a slight smirk while facing away from her.

“While I respect and am grateful for the hospitality, there is little I do want to waste time on that allows my target to get further and further away. So unless you want to join this as a game, I do request you make this as short as possible.”

“I bet you wish your memory wasn’t so hazy now, hm? Too bad you’re so low on time, I would have loved to re-teach you some of the things you taught me that... never happened.”

Raven gave a wink, deciding to throw some of that sass back in his direction. Her hands lightly rubbed the wood of her table where her tea pot and cups rested, a frown coming across her face when thinking of how much Sterling wanted to rush things along.

“No one wants their tea, lately...”

That last sentence was muttered so quietly it could barely be heard, so Raven sighed and rolled her eyes.

“The short version is, Ozpin is fighting a war against an invincible woman named Salem. From my understanding, he died in the process of fighting it and probably reincarnated into someone else by now. Ozpin has been lying to everyone about his secret war against her, trying to train task forces in the guise of huntresses and huntsmen to do something he keeps failing at. There’s more to it, of course, but that’s the gist of it.”

[badrwbyparents]

strykingback‌:

Making his way through the Colossus Resort, stealthfully. Louvel began to think things through. Was this all a good idea? To kill a man who gave him these cybernetics without his consent. Without his permission. All of this.. all of this was painful just to even think about it.

Just when the elevator opened. The cybernetic wolf faunus was met by two guards who pointed their weapons at him in fear. To which he sighed and looked at them. 

“My apologies. I’m looking for Jacques Schnee. I’m one of his Cybernetic experiments.” He said with the guards putting down their weapons and letting him in as underneath Louvels mask he smiled. 

Jacques gestured to some of his latest experiments. If anyone could give him credit for anything, it was being able to please a crowd and come off as a crowd-pleaser when in the midst of any kind of public relations obstacles.

“When my very own daughter, Weiss Schnee, was too scarred to carry on her family name and left on a soul searching journey, it made me think... what if there was a way to make a huntresses’ or huntsmen’s job easier? These new cybernetic implants, apart from the usual Atlas tech limb replacements, can do many things. Regulate pain, improve agility and strength, inject certain pheromones to manipulate emotions to essentially make them invisible to Grimm when not spotted, and so on. I’ve already implemented most of this to my work force and some huntsmen-in-training free of charge!”

He spoke as if experimenting on unknowing individuals was a good thing. The guards soon brought Louvel to the amphitheater entrance, one of them gesturing for the cybernetic creation to continue through the checkpoints.

[badrwbyparents]

shotgun-boots‌:

Mercury just continued to smirk at the older woman. Oh he could gain many things from this bandit queen, but he knew that wasn’t much since she barely had any men left. He coul mess with her head, but that wouldn’t gain much; save for a few moments of amusement.

“Tell you what, we could call it a favor. I’ve always wondered how it’d feel to have a favor owed to me, or if you have any useful information.” He began tossing the disinfectant up and down. “After all I’m sure Blondie wouldn’t want to find out mommy dearest died from an infection, or blood poisoning.”

“I’m sorry, are we operating under the assumption the relationship I have with my daughter is a normal, happy one?”

Raven knew exactly who Mercury was talking about. Raven coughed into the hand she was using to reach out for the disinfectant, checking it for blood. Luckily, her wounds didn’t seem to puncture her to that degree. Part of her played with the idea of going into her raven form and just leaving, but who knew how that might play out with her aura completely down for the count.

“Just give me the damn disinfectant. I promise letting me die from blood poisoning is doing the huntsmen a favor. Unless, you’ve betrayed your new gracious and invincible Grimm queen?”

[badrwbyparents]

sterlingmoonstone‌:

He winced slightly as he heard that word. Awful. Yes, it was possible, if these hazy dreams were really fragments of memories from a previous life - incarnation? He didn’t know what to call it - then it was wholly possible that he wasn’t some paragon of justice and what was good for the world. He knew he wasn’t in this life, either, although he couldn’t wholly blame himself for that either.

He silently listened to her words, although hearing that ultimatum he slowly rose from his seat, the last thing lifting was his head, then his eyes opening. His gaze was cold and hard, a look that would have been familiar and close to someone disapproving of a pupil’s actions.

“I hear your terms, Raven.” In those words were a ghost of the person he once was, before his normal tone came back in. “I can feel that the man you knew me as was tied to Ozpin. Call it what you want. But in this life, I have been under many people. My father. Cinder and ‘Mother.’ Ozpin. One of them is dead. Another I thought was dead. And two still out there scheming without me.

“I was raised to be a warrior, a servant. A meat shield, to be thrown away. Ozpin may have pulled me away from that, but I owe him no loyalty. Just as I owe no loyalty to the council and hunters of this world. I am done with being a tool to others. Not to Salem, not to Ozpin, and not to you.” His head tilted up slightly, a heavy frown forming on his lips.

“I have one more target in mind, to square off my business. If that gains your ire and we must fight, so be it. But I will hear you out for now. As you said, for old times sake.”

“You won’t hear any arguments from me. Being loyal only to yourself is one of the primary tenets of the Branwen Tribe.”

A hypocritical one, granted, seeing as how they all listened to Raven. Then again, Raven made it clear that she had everyone’s best interests at heart with how she stayed just barely out of reach of huntsmen and avoided the ire of Salem. Not that lowly tribesmen knew the secrets Raven possessed. Her and Qrow were the only living members that knew the majority of Ozpin’s secrets...

“Although, I do remember you not minding being a tool to me for some things. But yes, I can respect you being your own man. In fact, the information I have is essential for your survival. Come. I’ll get us some tea.”

Raven motioned for them to go into another section of her tent away from her sleeping area, wondering if she shouldn’t get their cooks to put together something for them.

[badrwbyparents]

“Just a nice reminder that I can be anyone’s problem if I’m given enough Lien...”

[badrwbyparents]

strykingback‌:

starter for @badrwbyparents

OST: Colossus 

Time: 6:00 PM

Location: Colossus Resort, Sea of Mistral

Sitting insdie a bullhead, Louvel sat and looked at his cybernetic arm and his human one growling softly at the feeling of just looking at them. The only emotions he can feel right now was fury and vengeance. He was near to his goal…The Schnee patriarch Jacques Schnee was here ready to unveil the first SDC Cyborg Security force to the world. However, Louvel was forced to undergo such brutal augmentation and even when walking all he felt was PAIN and AGONY.

The Bullhead landed near the cargo bay as the pilot looked back at the Faunus Cyborg, causing Louvel to stand up and watch the doors open as he exited out. 

“Jacques… I’m coming for you…” 

Jacques’ hands were tied over in Atlas, but the SDC being an international organization, all he had to do was move some things around through less than reputable channels and suddenly a lot of his resources found their way into Mistral territory. 

Jacques himself was making an appearance for this innovation at the demand of many clients of his. He was offered a celebratory cigar, to which Jacques accepted and took a few puffs of before disposing of it rather wastefully. 

“Through much trial and error, our volunteers here at the Schnee Dust Company have become quite the force to be reckoned with. A speech by General Ironwood himself a long while back mentioned that some things simply need a human touch. Well, this melds the machine and human aspects of it. My top scientists have worked on it, increasing your average footsoldier or huntsmens’ efficiency by a striking 80%!”

Some cheers were heard by Mistralian individuals, buyers and clients already lining up within the Colossus Resort’s amphitheater. 

[badrwbyparents]

“I heard that problematic Adam Taurus is dead now. Who went about accomplishing that? He had quite the bounty on him that I’d be more than happy to pay.”

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Even Raven Branwen was no match for an entire army of Grimm. Her and her bandits did a good job with the first few waves, but there was a point where Raven was just carrying them with her maiden powers. She planned on retreating and regrouping with the survivors.

But then this guy came in. Mercury Black. One of Cinder’s little underlings. The less he knew the better, so Raven would keep quiet about her scruff with Cinder for now. She eyed the disinfectant and gauze, reaching out for it.

“And what strings are attached to these supplies? I’m not of use to you nor am I an obstacle. So what could you possibly gain from this?”