SHATTER.

ind. selective. neopolitan from rwby

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also just for my sake, like this if your muse can understand SIGN LANGUAGE. they might only know a few phrases, but this’ll just make plotting easier for me. and while neo might not know right away that your muse knows sign language, she might try to sign a few things purposely hoping your muse won’t understand. thank u!!

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         ❛ a simple ‘thank you’ would’ve been nice. ❜ 

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do yall hate neo now??

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Finally did a little reference sheet for my Neo redesign ⭐️

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while i’m here i’m going to toss out the idea that roman helps neo pick out her outfits. of course she has her own style and preferences for things like color schemes and fit, but she gives roman the FINAL SAY. usually they even go for outfits that pair well with one another and she’s always relied on him to know best. and that’s why after his death, her vol. 6 outfit is just... atrocious. she had zero input from him so she had to resort to picking out a new outfit herself. 

she had to pick a new outfit because she tore up her old one looking for her dumdum.

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         triumphant in her own mission, with the relic upon her waist, the illusionist was in good spirits. those kids, though more trained than she initially believed, were nothing but another speck of dust in the wind. pitiful really -- but she wasn’t the one to serve that pity. 

         with hush resting over her shoulder, neo heads toward the vault -- where cinder and the maiden were. with all the commotion as she struts down the hallway, her excitement continues to grow. still, cinder shouldn’t be taking this long. it’s no doubt the general’s sent opposition in her way but who? just as thoughts begin to race, the specialist comes running down the hall as if she’s being chased. with her pure white locks tainted a dirty ASH color, desperation, panic, consumes her features. yet, there’s a glint in her eyes -- a light she’s only seen another maiden possess. oh how curious... neo can already imagine the FURY in cinder’s own eyes. 

         a delicate smirk contorts her features as she cocks an inquisitive head in the other’s direction. a gloved hand beckons the new successor -- the new winter maiden to follow her; whether or not the other will abide will determine her fate. 

would you like to turn the odds in your favor, @invernc​​ ?

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         breaths cut short, sharpening gaze never flickering from her four opponents in front of her, neo remains firm in her stance. mismatched hues dance between their every exchanged word, their every slight movement. as long as she could keep her facade -- calm & collected, a poker face, these four would be no match for her at all. it was the relic she was after and with their weapons drawn, she knows they'll put up a fight. the farm boy’s punch disrupted her semblance earlier but there would be no more of that. 

         given any unusual movements, she’d strike. but the tall one -- the raven haired boy instead returns his weapons. why? with his palm outward, he’s signaling her to stop. brows immediately knit in confusion but her guard doesn’t lower, not even the slightest.

         ❛ why? ❜ is all her other hand signs. 

who would’ve thought you’d be betraying your friends, @stormflowerhonor​

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Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

txt memes // always accepting

[TO]: foot kid[FROM]: neo

[TXT]: bitch incoming

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"WELL WELL look who it! Itty bitty Neo!" Tyrian covers his mouth with a high pitched snicker escaping between his fingers as he had made a good jest, "So your original Master is gone then? Do not worry you could serve a much HIGHER purpose dedicating yourself FULLY to our Goddess. Why not give yourself you REASON to exist?"

         unfortunate – all of this was. having to work under cinder and ultimately salem was an annoyance enough, but to have to fraternize with characters such as this… maniacal scorpion faunus was the worst draw of it all. neo swears if she looks at him too long, she’d descend into the same madness that’s completely engulfed him by now. so when he cackles – especially when he does – she wishes she was born deaf as well. 

         a scrunch of her nose begins her thoughts. unlike the others, at least he had the audacity to pay roman his due respect – well, neo wouldn’t allow otherwise. but there was so much wrong with what they were doing – what salem was planning. even the illusionist was capable enough to see that. how her underlings were able to follow and abide to her every wish wasn’t too bizarre of a notion. in fact, it was quite similar to her feelings toward her master – no, partner. 

         but NO ONE could replace him.

         ❛ i don’t need someone else to give me a reason. i already have one and it won’t change no matter what she plans to do. and if she gets in my way, i won’t hesitate. so you better watch your tongue too, ❜  she signs with sharp and intense motions. yet, curiosity presses on the back of her mind, of why he ever decided to devote himself to her. 

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@streetsworn replied to your post:

( HM!!!! IM SAD!)

u knew full well what you were doing when you sent those !! aaaaa

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hmm.. $ and ♀️. together or separate up to u :^)

txt memes // always acceptingsend “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text && send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[TO]: roman 😝[FROM]: neo

[TXT]: where are you?[TXT]: did you kick red’s ass?[TXT]: ???[TXT]: ….hello?[TXT]: answer me, dumbass[TXT]: seriously, this is not funny[TXT]: where are you? answer me…[TXT]: i just want to know if you’re okay…[TXT]: please, please be okay. i don’t know what i’d do if you weren’t[TXT]: please…

         after days with no response, the situation was looking grimm – grimmer than what has overrun beacon. helpless, lost as she searched days on end with no hope in sight, neo clutches her scroll with her trembling hands. gaze entirely focused on it, hoping, waiting for the ‘delivered’ notification to appear, a witty retort – anything. but nothing came. nothing ever did. and finally, her finger slipping, she accidentally sends what may have been her FINAL message to him.

[TXT]: i need you.

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also just for my sake, like this if your muse can understand SIGN LANGUAGE. they might only know a few phrases, but this’ll just make plotting easier for me. and while neo might not know right away that your muse knows sign language, she might try to sign a few things purposely hoping your muse won’t understand. thank u!!

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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         their original plan was to head for vacuo -- at least, that’s the lie cinder was fed. to neo’s surprise, it turns out salem’s forces were already within atlas’ borders. the maniacal faunus and the scientist -- their names she refuses to remember -- had already attracting spotlights, concern, eventually grimm. so who else has salem sent to altas? the question wasn’t an unusual one to prod over. no doubt those thoughts ran through cinder’s mind as well. 

         -- and she didn’t have to venture too far to find out. one of ‘the kids’ as roman referred to them, the more sensible one, was already here in atlas. despite how low he was laying, it was difficult to deceive the illusionist. upon making eye contact with the other, neo shifts her weight to one boot before pulling out her scroll.

[TXT]: what are you doing here? @nightmarebcrn​​ [TXT]: your mom asked you to run some errands? 

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         haven was the last she’s heard of him. with such a humiliating defeat, who could blame adam taurus from disappearing, running off with his tail between his legs, never to be heard from again. but truthfully, neo wasn’t the slightest concerned with him or his whereabouts -- in fact, she only had one goal, one mission and she’d do anything to fulfill it. 

         so to run into him now -- two barely acquaintances, one who still most likely hated the other due to what her race has done to him -- neo can’t say she’s all that relieved, even sighing with annoyance. but perhaps if it was the belladonna girl he was after, the former white fang leader could prove himself useful. with a brow raised, gaze meeting a blindfold in replace of his usual mask, neo immediately turns to her scroll. 

[TXT]: after all the noise you made, did you finally get what you wanted? @semblitz​

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neo’s favorite color and go-to eye color of choice when she has to wear a disguise is GREEN because that’s the color of roman’s eyes.

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roman streetsworn‌:

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​if it weren’t for his semblance, roman wouldn’t believe it to be possible. to think that the partner he’s been searching for would happen to show up where he follows the political discourse to… probability low, but not impossible. news of jaques schnee’s arrest had spread quickly, drawing roman to the schnee manor amidst his ’ investigation ’ on the strange activity in atlas that were no doubt a result of previous ’ allies ’ ─ if they could even be considered as much. they aren’t.

it appears it was the right bet to take. likely, no one else would have taken notice if the girl he spots trotting away from the mansion among the chaos. just a worker, happy to be free of a tyrannical boss. but to roman, the sight is so much more than that. familiarity rises along with probability and that’s all he needs to pursue her. she’s so close, it’s hard not to call out right then and there. but roman knows better than to take that chance. she’s in disguise for a reason. so, he follows behind, sticking to the shadows until the opportune time. the normally calm and collected gambling man, very good at keeping his emotions in check, is erratic. 

it’s only a few steps into the alleyway before she’s turned on him, blade drawn. in that moment, though his partner is still decorated with disguise, roman is sure that it’s her. the moment feels so surreal ─ he’s sought her out ever since the fall. it’s unnerving when the unexpected happens in general since he’s relied so much on knowing the odds of each outcome. so when the unexpected happens that so significant, it’s alarming ─ but in this case, it’s no where near a bad thing. 

❝ your skills are as impressive as always, neo. ❞ he finally says, a rare, genuine smile reaching his eyes as he steps into a dim light to fully reveal himself to her, ❝ i have to admit, though, i never took you as the type to want to hang around the schnees. ❞ his posture relaxes and he’s quite for a few moments before he holds up gloved hands, signing the rest of his words, ❛ i’m glad to see you again. you’re hard to find❜.

         under a full moon, shrouded in mystery, the evening already held so many surprises. with the information obtained, surely they -- she could finally make progress toward her goal. to avenge him -- all this infiltrating, disguising, obligatory partnership she would ditch at any second -- all of it was so she could finally bring herself peace. and no matter what stood in her way, she was willing to give her life to this cause, just like she would’ve for HIM. 

         it doesn’t take the assassin long to realize someone was following closely behind her. playing the fool, the prey, neo will even skip as she makes her silent, unsuspecting escape from her duties at the schnee manor. casually, neo laces her fingers behind her back as she leads her predator into a dark alleyway. immediately drawing out the blade of hush and pointing it at the person tailing her. persistent but why? emerald hues narrow as they search through the darkness. but she wasn’t a faunus so discerning her target was difficult. there was no way anyone could’ve picked up that the ordinary waitress wasn’t ordinary at all. 

         but the voice paired with that smile -- on that face. brows furrow and she instinctively thrusts her thin blade towards him. how...? questions, memories start to surface, and quickly. there was no way he made it out alive because... if he did then... why hasn’t he returned to her until now? to their empty estate filled with his belongings, fragments and pieces of their lives together? didn’t he know that her heart ached too? that rather than carry her name as his last words, neo needed him alive & by her side?

         so who could blame her when doubt overwhelms her posture. still, she wants this so badly to be a realty -- rather than another one of emerald’s hallucinations or a dream turned nightmare. no matter how late he is, how long he’s made her wait. like a candle, he ignites another spark of hope. biting her lip, she attempts to hold back the tears, the bottled up and pushed aside agony that came with his assumed death. her semblance deactivating to discard her disguise, his -- roman’s hat sits comfortably on her head.

         ❛ you’re the biggest idiot ever, ❜  she signs, ❛ who said you could just disappear like that? i wouldn’t mind if you really died right now. ❜