Day in the life of Whitley Part 3
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Day in the life of Whitley Part 3
8PM-11PM
Day in the life of Whitley Part 2
10AM-7PM
Day in the life of Whitley Part 1
12AM-9AM
Whitley: As you are... romantically involved with my mother, may I... refer to you as "dad"?
Jaune: ...Of- Of course, Whitley~!
Whitley: Okay. Thank you. Also, (Flips bird) FUCK YOU, DAD! (Escapes into his room)
Jaune: ...Did you hear that~?! He called me "Dad"~!
Setting - Willow Schnee has left Atlas, finding comfort in the company of the Belladonnas. Unfortunately, she couldn't bring everything and, more importantly, everyone with her. However, seeking help from an old friend of the Belladonnas, she's asked and hired Ilia Amitola to help keep Willow in contact with her son, Whitley. Tonight happens to be the last night of this contract.
Ilia: (Rounds hall corner, Knocks code, Whispers) Whitley...? You awake?
Click~!
Jacques: (Holding Whitley, Guards around) Oh, he is most certainly awake. He's also expecting you, along with the rest of us. Willow has nothing to fear; Whitley is being kept safe and sound until she learns her place.
Ilia: Where? On her back or in the kitchen?
Jacques: Perhaps once before, though the zoo might be more fitting nowadays~. (Bodyguards chuckle)
Ilia: Wooow... Really? You do realize I'm both Faunus AND a woman, right?
Goon: Really~?
Ilia: Ugh! Okay, I'm kicking your ass first!
Jacques: GET HER!
Ilia: (Kicks perverts ass, Beats everyone else)
Jacques: ENOUGH! Stop right where you are or else.
Whitley: (Winces in pain)
Ilia: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy! I didn't mean to step on anyone's TOES, okay?
Ilia: (Winks)
Whitley: (Stomps on Jacques' foot)
Jacques: YOW! (Unhands son)
Ilia: (Punches Jacques in his moustache, Grabs Whitley) Kid, do you trust me?
Whitley: Of course!
Ilia: Perfect! (Pulls, Running) First, hold tight. Second, don't let go.
Ilia: (Leaps out of manor, Dives to Mantle)
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Willow: ...You're late! You don't answer your scroll, you've been gone for almost a week, and now you pester me in the middle of the night to- Whitley?
Whitley: Mother.
Ilia: It was a long trip because I needed to get some extra preparations done before leaving Atlas to come here. For him. I know it wasn't part of the deal, but-
Whitley: (Leaps into Willow, Sobs)
Willow: (Tears roll down cheeks, Coos hushes)
Ilia: (Smiles at reunion)
Whitley: Finally, at long last... I have waited a Grimm's age for... for... No... It- It can't be...
Whitley: DAMNABLE SHE-BITCH! IS THERE NOTHING YOUR FOUL GNARLED CLAWS WON'T CONTAMINATE?!
Whitley: DAMN YOU TO THE FURTHEST REACHES OF THE SHATTERED MOON, BETTY CROCKEEER~!
GET BACK UP
Whitley: I have been so excited to speak with you, Mr. Arc. On paper, you are our ideal candidate~!
Jaune: Here's hoping in real life, too~!
Whitley: Ha ha... Hopefully...
Jaune: I understand PalaTech's recent work has been nothing short of groundbreaking in hunter defense, and I'd love to be part of it-
Whitley: You must have had a hell of a life for someone so young.
Jaune: ...Uh, heh... Y- Yeah, I guess you could say that I'm just... really lucky, huh?
Whitley: "Lucky" is one way to describe it, yes. Untrained, unqualified, and yet became a leader of your own huntsman team at Beacon Academy, though your huntsman license was revoked by Atlas after your siding with the terrorist organization which led to the downfall of the kingdom itself...
Jaune: Uh, wait, let- Let me explain-
Whitley: And this is all before your meteoric rise and fall with Knights of Arc, which is nothing short of criminal-!
Jaune: I'm sorry, but... Are we still discussing the job, or-
Whitley: The JOB, Mr. Arc, is me calling you a FUCKING IDIOT to your face! (Grabs pens) WE LOST MILLIONS, YOU FUCKER!
Jaune: (Walking away) This could have been an email...
Whitley: FUCKING MILLIONS~!
Confession #1954