#sallem

[osotis]

"Etrafımda beni çevreleyen dikenler varken

Bugün nasıl dinlenmenin bir yolunu bulabilirim.

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Bu dünyada ne kadar oyuncu var !

Bu dünyada ne kadar ikiyüzlülük ve sahtekarlık var

Kaç yoksul insan bu hasta toplumun kurbanı oluyor?"

[ladycathastrofe]

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[noneatnonedotcom]

the impossible boy chapter 2

@weatherman667​ here’s the second chapter you inspired and a third on the way. because apparently someone mentioning kilts offhandedly is enough to kick my muse into gear >:( i hope you all enjoy

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Jaune looked at his battalion. 300 men all under his command. One company devoted entirely to infantry. 150 men all ready for battle. The other 150 were support. Three troupes of 50 divided up for various jobs. One for artillery. With five men to a gun. Rail guns required less crewmen to operate with their sliding block breech system but that was still three men to work the gun with one acting as sights and the other acting as commander.

Ten big guns to control an entire battle field.

Then you had the other troupe. Another fifty men for ammo supplies and food. While each regiment could forage and hunt for it’s own food and each fireteam was expected to do so. They still kept a supply of rations for times when foraging was simply impossible. Not to mention the ammo supplies and various tools they would need and the medical supplies. The quarter masters troupe mainly acted as go-fors. Ferrying ammo and medical supplies to wherever they needed them.

Finally they had the brainy bastards themselves the specialists.

The engineers, medics, and not less than ten huntresses. Just in case. And the color guard. Two men with the standards, eight pipers, six drummers.

He’d trained with these men and women

He’d fought with these soldiers

He’d grown up with them as brothers and sisters in the clann as they fought to protect their family.

Even now from his perch on the roof of beacon he could see what they were doing in his mind's eye clear as day.

His sister would step out holding his scepter. They all snapped to attention riffles on the ground beside them.

She would explain that he wasn’t coming back with them and give the orders he’d left her with.  No one would make a fuss; they're too disciplined for that but no one would be happy the clann should be with it’s own. That was how they lived their entire lives.

But they would complete their missions.

“Right shoulder, ARMS” as one they brought their weapons up resting them on their shoulder butt in hand “sling, ARMS” once again as one they did as commanded readying their weapons for travel. “Salute at sling, arms!” they brought their left hand over to hold the sling as they brought their right hands up in salute. He returned the gesture they were facing each other. He could see them and they him but it was too far away.

He should be down there with them

“Order, arms”  the salute dropped and they stood ready. His sister gave him one last look goodbye. No one was happy about this, it was clear. But it had to be done “right, face” they turned away from him “forward, march!” as one they stepped forward. Once they were away from the eyes of the city they would march at ease. But for now it was time to show some discipline

Eight pipers played at the front of the line his sister having taken his scepter earlier was leading them out. Behind those eight pipers were six drummers behind them the color guard holding the standards of the army then the various troups with the specialists first. Then the infantry then the quarter masters with their waggons. Then the artillery pulled by horses they’d unlocked the aura for.

The people of vale marveled at their disiplin as they stepped in time. Huntresses were the only military they’d seen for a long time and they weren’t exactly what he’d call a cohesive unit. Effective maybe but not easy to control.

He watched them as they paraded out of the city. He watched as they went over the hill.

He wanted desperately to go with them.

He turned away, finally, and walked towards beacon. the deal was that his clann got the help they needed if he stayed here, he’d given his word he would

An Arc never goes back on their word

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Weiss hurried along the mostly empty halls, the heels of her shoes making satisfying clicks that kept rhythm with her pounding heart. She was sure she had nothing to worry about. She was excelling at every subject, as was her norm. It was just annerving to be called to Salem's office. Just as she rounded the corner she caught sight of a flash of white.

Weiss let out a pained groan at the same time as a much deeper and definitely deeper grunt of pain.

Without thought she began to apologise. "Forgive me. I was rushing and not looking where I was going." It was only polite, though every idiot knew when walking into the hall to traffic stayed to the right and from traffic maintained the left.

"It certainly isnae. aam jist as much tae blame if nae mair. see Ah was distracted by th' cealin'. i've ne'er seen th' loch. sae much detail in somethin' sae high abune. mebbe it's a way ay remindin' us mere mortals 'at sic' lofty heights ur abune us."

Weiss blinked as the male in front of her came into focus. The brilliant white of his ruffled shirt was the first thing she noticed, followed by the blue and green...battle skirt? Then his words penetrated her head. He was gazing at the ceiling? Her eyes involuntarily lifted to the masterpiece that was beacons exalted ceilings.

"I'm sorry, did I hear you say you were admiring the art?"

A huge grin split across the man's face wrinkling the corners of his celestial blue eyes. "Aye. 'at Ah was lass. ur ye steady? ur dae ye need a bit mair time loongin' against me chest? nae 'at Ah min'. names jaune arc. an' eh'd ask fur yer nam but aiblins angels dornt hae names only beautiful faces."

Heat crept up Weiss's face as she pulled herself away from him. She ran sweaty palms over the front of her dress. "Yes. Well..." What was wrong with her? Surely it wasn't because she was attracted to a man simply because he had an appreciation for art and good taste to notice some most never did.

She cleared her throat and steadied herself before lifting her chin and looking him squarely in the eyes. "I hope you enjoy your time gazing at the art. I'd offer to show you the gallery but I'm needed for a meeting with headmistress Salem."

His golden brows rose. "Ah 'en mebbe ye can help me thaur. aam supposed tae see th' quine myself though th' ceilin' fair distracted me."

Weiss bit the inside of her cheek so as not to return the easy smile of this....man. she'd do well to remember that men were little more than decorations themselves.

Offering her arm as Manors dictated she was only affected minutely when she felt his hand wrap around her arm. His hands were calloused and rough against her bare skin and it for whatever reason sent chills racing down her spine.

"It would be my pleasure to escort you headmistress Salem's offices,"she said stiffly.

The walk back was fairly quiet not for lack of trying on his part though. He’d made conversation about just about every piece of art he’d seen. He wouldn’t say he was a conoscere but his lessons included a lot. He was knowledgeable enough to hold conversation and in his areas of expertise, namely the manuscripts they had kept in the castle library, he was more than just a bit informed.

Nothing seemed to help though every time he thought he was making progress the girl would clam up. The sight of the headmistress standing outside the elevator with a very stern looking woman was almost a relief if not for the almost undisguised glare she leveled at him, the head mistress though seemed to smirk

“Lord Arc” she said with a small curtsy.

Well that was interesting she knew his title and the proper way to greet him according to highlander customs. Big bows were only for mocking people. It implied that their egos are so fragile that you had to be over the top to keep them happy. And for a people whose entire culture revolves around ability and resilience, well being called fragile was a very big insult.

But still she’d shown courtesy in only giving a small bow he would have to show courtesy as well. Now the question was elaborate bow or small nod

Jaune ran out of time and panicked as he came face to face with the headmistress

He stuck out his right hand for a hand shake

What the fuck jaune!

She seemed to study him after that and jaune was truly thankful to the lord that losing to his sisters and clansmen had given him an excellent poker face after all this time

“Quine salem yer skale is brammer th' art is inspirin' an' th' groonds weel kept. Ah thenk ye fur th' opportunity tae see them” he said keeping his best commander face on he’d just greeted her as one military leader to another it wasn’t a breach of conduct for either culture but to people who knew of highlander ways it implied that he would not take orders, that he was outside her control and the etiquette that should bind him.

It made it seem like he was refusing to be a hostage

“I saw your men marched out of the city today, they were truly something to behold” she said taking his offered hand “how long were you with them for?”

“Thes is th' first time in mah life Ah hae bin awa' frae them.” he said carefully. Where was she going with this? “Ye seem tae ken much ay mah fowk.”

“I spent some time amongst clan Mac Arthur in my youth”

“Sae only puckle days ago 'en?”

“My, aren’t you a charmer?” she said with a small smile “glynda i have some affairs to handle with Lord Arc, please wait for miss nikos here with miss schnee i will be with them momentarily” the woman glynda, seemed ready to argue when the headmistress cut her off with a glare “i am aware of the propriety of the situation but i assure you it is utterly necessary.” a moment passed between them that seemed to stretch into an hour

“Understood headmistress” glynda said finally “though I fail to understand the purpose”

“I will thank you to keep personal opinions from affecting your decision making skills”

They stepped into the elevator, it seemed there was dissension amongst the ranks

“If you’d rather we can speak in Gaelic here” she said simply, she was superb almost like she’d spoken it for a lifetime

“Very well, lets” he said simply

“Glynda will come around”

“I have no intention of changing her mind, headmistress. I am here to fulfill a treaty, nothing more.” shit he shouldn’t have said it like that

“Oh? And here i heard you came looking for adventure” she knew a lot but he had no time to figure out how she knew it

“I’ve found that what value it has to offer seems to be very limited,” he said, still not looking to the side of him. Years of standing at attention having a great effect on his ability to let nothing he was feeling slip out. Good thing too because he felt like screaming and ripping his own hair out,

What the fuck was he saying?

“I’m sorry to hear that. The highlanders would make a great ally”

“You’ve enemies enough that you seek allies?” he asked, letting a little surprise into his voice “is there to be another war then?”

“There’s always another war” she said simply

“Yes,” he said looking forward “good thing too, I've got job security”

“I’ve found that war gets very little, lord Arc, only heart ache”

“I’ve found that the only way to get what you want is war, headmistress” jaune what the fuck are you doing? “But then again I've never really seen peace so i may be biased” okay that’s good keep going in that direction “i have to wonder if it truly exists, or if it’s not just a brief armistice in an endless war”

She looked over at him now “you’ll have to forgive me,” she said sounding curious “I forgot I was dealing with a highlander, not some puffed up girl with dreams of heroism” she smiled “you’ve seen war have you not? What was your impression of it?”

“A natural reaction to lack” he said honestly, “the opposite of war is not peace, but creation” he looked at her now “war is destruction in an attempt to preserve” he thought back to the clansmen he’d buried

“I think that is the wisest thing I've ever heard said about war,” she said as the doors opened okay good they were on the right track and the atmosphere had clearly lightened. “What would you say to helping me create something new here?” the hall they walked down was filled with portraits, former head mistresses. He noticed something though. Most of the portraits looked like the current head mistress

No they were the current head mistress. Every other painting was her. Sometimes there’d be gaps where others were put in charge but it would always go back to her

“My family has a history of leading this school you see”

He did see “impressive, you look like them”

“Are my looks that impressive to you?” she asked not looking back

“I” he squeaked, he cleared his throat quickly “I did not mean that” she was hot though he meant what he said earlier she seemed young “I mean that your line was impressive”

“Thank you, we’ve accomplished much all together but I fear it pales in comparison to your clan” she said opening the door to her office.

It looked like a throne room with gold and white marble abounding banners of various houses hung with the coat of arms for the beacon school being directly behind the throne. Her desk was at the base of the stairs leading up to the throne.

“But in the time we’ve had we’ve created much” she said walking forward and sitting behind her desk as she motioned him to sit. She leaned forward

“I suspect you’re here because you seek to create something great as well am i right?”

Don’t say anything jaune “yes” god damn it jaune!

“Then let’s discuss your classes for the year,” she said with a smile

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so lemme here your thoughts on the world I've build and what you think of the plot line so far. and what you think of the adjusted characters

[luaphne]

OneShots : / / by _emmagrant

sim, até hoje eu pensei que se escrevia one-shoRts kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

[thanotosomega]

Mercury: I know full well how wrong my actions are, i am the most evil!

Watts: I turned an army of robots on innocent people, i am clearly the most evil,

Tyrian: I kill for fun i’m the most evil!

Cinder: I agree to no one using the boss in fighting games then choose them anyway.

Mercury: YOU MONSTER!

Watts: By all that’s good in this world she’s a madwoman!

Tyrian (Vomitting out of pure disgust)

Salem: I-i never meant for this! i didn’t mean for things to go this far! what have i done!?

[mobox87]

[midnightvelvet]

[viki-bastet]

Fallen Sallem (redraw) by Viki-Bastet