#talefates

[atlasci]

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          “are we having this argument again?” arthur’s fingers cease at the keyboard, and his shoulders slump just a bit at pietro’s comment. “i don’t care what ironwood says, we were asked to build a soldier, not a child you could dress up like a toy doll. honestly, pietro, it’s embarrassing, presenting an idea like that to the leader of our military--”

[epyrean]

"Relax. You'll live longer." ( From roan to Audra!)

          "i’m not stressed, roan i just don’t appreciate it when we start breaking the rules - they’re there for a reason, you know--” team leader is anything but as she glares down at the game of monopoly currently set up as a team building exercise - though it’s turned into anything but that as the two resident geniuses have started bending the rules and applying their own meanings and explorations to the very specifically worded rules. / @talefates

[canefought]

@talefates​ / @swanstheory​

there was a time oscar feared his destiny. jinn’s vision told him of a time where he will leave behind the person he was for a purpose far greater. he fought to keep his identity. he implored his father if he would still be an ironwood. he pleaded with his mother to still see him as her son. but that’s all gone now. being an ironwood is a pride that dissolves between his fingers. the alert naming him as a wanted criminal was on the first part.

divide them.    now the ace operatives are defeated.    tear them apart.    clover is dead, violently taken from them.    sever their trust.    tyrian is nowhere to be found.    it will strangle their hearts.    everything has fallen apart because of general james ironwood.

he comes to james not as oscar ironwood but as the next oz. with everything burning, everything dying, all he has is the destiny he has feared. all his tears have been cried. the grief has been spent. the spark of light has been blown out. in its place is the ignition of something much colder, searing his heart with pain that travels through every inch of his body. there might as well be lightning in his veins. it is this power that sparks his eyes with green that allows oscar to reach his father.

doors fly off their hinges as oscar approaches the general. long memory is held by his side, swinging as the teen walks forward with purpose.  “ you need to be stopped. “  cane is thrust forward at the metal transmitter on father’s forehead. all the knowledge of how the cybernetics work, all the wonder in the form of careful examination and many, many questions is now used against james.  

“ team rwby beat the ace ops. “  there is not much james can do with one hand still in a sling -- oscar takes advantage of that. the strength and durability of long memory bends metal with precision blows. no one could do such a feat without intimate knowledge of the technology. forgive him, mother, for using his curiosity as a weapon.  “ clover was killed, dad. he was killed. “  he is like a white dwarf, burning coldly and impossible to touch. there is a beast inside of him, all rage and pain and simply waiting for the moment to be released for its cage. a black swan.

“ it’s all your fault! “  wings rise. magic billows to the surface. it is a part of him. it is an extension of his body. it is an extension of his will to protect humanity. hazel eyes hold no more warmth. they are like emeralds; cold, hard jewels. he must stop his father. he must stop him from reaching the vault. and sight trains on his legs.  “ you aren’t protecting anyone anymore! you’re killing them! “  he surges forward with praxic fury. body gives in to instinct, to muscle memory gained for thousands of years of fighting for what is right. 

if oz is fated to be the one to make the mistakes, to do the worst thing for the right reason, then oscar will take his place as one of the many lives in this infinite cycle.  “ it ends here! “  weapon connects with the intention of only subduing the mechanical leg. but there is more. there is always more where matters of this infinite soul are concerned. magic. it is connected to his heart, to his desires and his will. it screams the teachings of his mother: love fiercely. fight to protect the love in your heart and the love around you.

and with the thrust of the cane comes the magic. lightning, stronger than any refined dust, flashes through the corridor and splits his vision. its unfathomable might strikes the general’s leg as if it were cutting through the clouds. it slashes through metal and wire, severing limb from body with ease. thunder claps in oscar’s ears, sending them ringing. his entire body is thrumming from the after shock of the thunderclap and flash, from the mental shock of realizing what he had just done.

the floor is singed behind the general and the reek of burnt metal hits his nose with nauseating force. what has he done? what as he done!?    hope will be smothered. they’ll turn on each other.    long memory clatters to the ground as the young ironwood stumbles back. the world teeters on its side before knees buckle and oscar falls flat on his behind, staring at his father and the horror he has just committed. 

[eristice]

       “may i speak off the record, general ironwood?” 

you just forced her to use all her social energy at once, james. / @talefates

[becomeshield-a]

jaune when ren interacts with his family in any shape or form

[gainheart]

“If you need my shoulder, or my hand, or a hug-” ( Klein! )

     “actually,” 

     how many years has it been since klein first offered exactly this? and how many times has weiss refused the gesture? see, it took realising that she wasn’t alone to feel that now -- miles away from the people that she’s come to call her closest friends -- that she really is alone. 

     all except klein, of course. 

     “actually, i could use a hug right about now, if you don’t mind.”

soff shit | @talefates

[atlasci]

3, 4, 5.  | @talefates​

          “don’t touch me.”

     arthur’s hand stays at her biting comment, frozen as he reaches to shake her own. he cocks a brow. “really now, twenty years is a long time, but certainly not so long that you would forget all about me.” he muses. “i just wanted to come and pick up a few things for my stay here before i had to move on, but it seems you dislike the company of old friends.”

     he smiles. it’s wicked.  “ i   m i s s e d   y o u .  don’t i get anything kind in the way of a greeting?”

[atlasci]

outlast starters. | @talefates​​

          “you can’t make me.”

          “watch me.” arthur mutters, reaching across the table to pluck the cigarette from her lips. he puts it out against the bottom of his shoe and tosses it into a nearby trash can. “how many times do i and the rest of the team have to lecture you on this? just because you’re friends with odet and i doesn’t mean you get a free pass to do anything stupid.” he sighs and picks up his teacup, burying his frustration in it as he takes a sip. “believe me when i say, i didn’t want to spend our first bit of freetime in months lecturing you.”