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❝ Oh, really? Well let me tell you what the truth is, Ms. White Fang — ❞ Winter’s just about had it with this fruitless conversation, leaning closer as she glares into golden feline eyes unwavering. ❝ You don’t know a thing about being a Schnee, just like I don’t know about what being a faunus is like. So don’t pretend that you know more. You may think my life has been luxurious, but you have no idea what I’m capable of. Watch your words: I’m not the spoiled heiress that you think I am. ❞
❝ Have you been living under a rock all these years? And here I thought the White Fang would’ve thrown a party when the eldest Schnee daughter fought against her father publicly and left that hellhole of a company to rot. ❞ Just how clueless was this Sienna? How could she even call herself part of the White Fang, let alone the leader? Trying to discredit her while using the oldest tricks in the book when dealing with Schnees. Well, she just wasn’t any Schnee. Not anymore.
❝ Well you were the one who showed up before me, even though your ‘lifetime’ was technically over. Luckily for you, I have time to spare. ❞ She raises a brow at the other’s cluelessness and scoffs. Interesting…so who brought her back? And how? ❝ What did you expect? You were the leader of a terrorist organization, for crying out loud! I’m certain loyalty or any morals went out the window years ago. Your cause may have had good intentions early on, but your means were not. I suggest you change that or you’ll face a second demise. ❞
Icy blue eyes scan the other’s visage as it shifts drastically from desperation then to a newfound agenda. Uttering those words would prove to be a mistake for Sienna Khan, especially if she continually underestimated Winter like this. This wasn’t Remnant anymore, and things will not be the same here.
❝ Hmph, I didn’t know you wanted to return the grave that badly, Sienna. Are you sure about that? Maybe you should think again.. ❞ A sharp heeled step forward and the snow-haired woman’s already starting to push back against the challenge. ❝ Like you said, you have nothing here. But even if you had everything returned to you, you wouldn’t stand a chance against me. ❞
Not the spoiled heiress she thought she was? Maybe, the rich always liked to think in that odd sort of way. That they are different because they’ve been through a small struggle. That they deserve more because something didn’t go their way once.
Right, the fight, she does recall that. Though she always thought it was more of a public stunt than anything else. She certainly wouldn’t put it past them. She says ‘rot’ as if it was on the low end, dying already. They knew that wasn’t the case.
“My my, it seems you have a little back-bone Schnee. Honestly, I half expected you to call for some guards and attempt to run me out- you know. The classic Schnee move when things aren’t going their way.”
She takes a step closer to the other, face to face, her grin only turns brighter. Every fiber of her being wants her to strike, she doesn’t particularly care if she loses- she thinks. Even without any powers, if she got a good hit in, she’s sure she’d feel better.
But what would that accomplish in the long run?
If she shows her anger now, in front of these people- these people that don’t know her, or her kind. What kind of picture does she paint for the rest of them? What kind of picture does she paint for herself.
Faunus are powerful and they deserve respect, the last thing they need to be seen as is wild animals.
So her ears rise up slowly as she talks herself through this process, weighing the outcome. She’s already accepted the others words as facts, more or less. Again, she knows she’s failed already, nothing new there.
She quickly raises a hand up, non threateningly to ‘boop’ the others nose. Taking a step back, quickly. “So confident, I can’t wait to show everyone just how sore a loser Schnees are.” A shrug, even as she continues to back away. “It’ll have to wait for another time though.”
She would have to blow off some steam before she did anything else. Maybe there would be some fools for her to fight in a different part of the city, or maybe there was a dojo of some kind she could drop in on, whatever the case . . .
“Count your blessings Schnee, I have more important things to do today- besides you’ve made a fair point. I’ll concede, you don’t have any idea what it’s like to be a Faunus. I have no idea what it’s like to live as a Schnee, and yet somehow I just have a gut feeling that one is better off than the other on average.” She is fairly certain the other won’t attack her, as she turns around. They would want to beat them in a fair fight, probably something silly like that. “Maybe you ARE different from your old man. I’ll just have to wait and see. But don’t ever expect me to just let what your family has done go and be bygones.”
