(mostly open) oh this love would kill me

[entreats]

Who: Ange, Ruby, and you!
What: Ruby and Ange's wedding, and all their CR is invited!
When: Late October
Where: The rebuilt Clockhouse

Content Warnings: Semi-irresponsible weapon usage.




Sometime around the beginning of October invitations would have started to be sent out to the various people in Trench Ange and Ruby know - announcing the two girls' wedding at the end of the month.

When the day itself comes, people will find the location - the newly rebuilt Clockhouse, which some of the invitees may have helped rebuild in the first place - tastefully decorated. Some of the house's stranger features have been covered up by decorations in red and gold, mostly taking on the shapes of roses and butterflies all over the place.

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[azurestar]

I'm Cuban, actually. [He crosses his arms.] But sometimes they'd change names when translating stuff over to Spanish back home, maybe it was something like that.

[azurestar]

[He sighs and picks up an axe, then throws it right between her eyes. Then he picks up another and does it again on another image of her, almost casually. On the next one, he aims for her mouth.]

Pow! Right in the kisser. [He grins at Shiro and bounces on his heels, pointing at his own feet.] Stance is everything, but I don't need to tell you that.

[chessboardturn]

Uh, maybe. But the names were pretty Japanese.

[ Interesting. ]

Cuban...? I've never met someone from Cuba before! But my dad used to do business in the United States all the time.

[foulhussy]

I was pretty good friends with her, you know? She was... kinda the first one I made here.

Been reading a little. Not any fiction, though.

[entreats]

[ With very little hesitation, showing that Ange has no problem talking about this: ]

I could already use magic before I ended up here in Trench, or even in Deerington. [ Definitely something she carried with her from her world. It's why her magic takes on this particular shape with the golden butterflies in the first place. ] Though it's grown a lot stronger overtime, especially since I think my blood magic is making it stronger as well now.

[ Or so she assumes, anyway. ]

Back home my power was way more limited. I could only really summon demons. [ .. though Ange might be saying that.. a little bit too casually, considering that last thing is said with the same nonchalant tone as everything else she's saying here. ]

[shiro2hero]

One of these days... it's not going to be a statue we're aiming for.

[Shiro come on, now is not the time for those ominous statements.]

[clocktowers]

[ When she approaches, he looks to her with the same distant quality to his smile. It's the same smile he wears when he's smoothing things over, stepping away from an argument; he looks at her like he's enjoying the charm of wacky youthful hijinks from afar. ]

Perhaps not my most comforting pronouncement, but we must honor the hardships we continue to face. Even so, I hope you are enjoying the day.

[foulhussy]

[ She's impressed, genuinely. Hitting the target at all requires a steady hand and sharp eyes, much less seven times in a row. But she can see him faltering. She doubts he can keep it up for much longer. ]

Is that all you got?

[payingfordeliverance]

[Just your face, Break thinks and does not say, because then she'd end up getting blood on her dress.

No, instead of being a shitty, teasing elder-brother-fatherly-uncle-whatever-he-is, Break looks her up and down, his keen eye spotting all the little details that matter in this sort of situation. The clasp of a necklace's chain wandering down towards its pendant instead of remaining properly at the back of the neck, or an errant loop of hair that's pulled a little tighter than the matching one on the other side. These kinds of things he fixes with deft fingers, trying not to think of the way he'd twirled carelessly out of this role for the last party he'd prepared for as though he'd merely gotten sidetracked, because he hadn't yet been brave enough to tell Sharon his eyesight was as good as gone.]

...what I see with this tired old eye of mine is -- a strong young woman, who is looking just a little more grown-up each and every day...one who has chosen to step forward into a future she's writing for her own self, in spite of everything that would hold her back. [One last adjustment of a bobby pin and Break -- well, he boops her nose, is what he does.] There. You look lovely, and now you can unload all your embarrassment onto me until we get to the ceremony. On a day like today, once you've got Miss Ruby in front of you, you'll not think to look at anyone else.

[entreats]

[ The girl just allows him to make all of these little adjustments. Partially since they will make her look - and, she hopes, feel - less awkward while going out there, but also just because it's one of those tiny privileges Break has that most other people don't. She'd bat their hands away before they could even try.

But here? Ange is standing so still, just allowing him to have at it, even though the words he says as he's finishing up the last bits make the tips of her ears glow with a blush, especially when it's followed up by that nose boop. ]

If I got any embarrassment right now, it's just because of you. [ G-Grumble, grumble.. But it's a mumbled protest more than anything, and Ange is still holding on to his arm as they start to move in the direction of the stairs, so they can move down to where everyone else is waiting. ] How could you tell a girl such things right before her own wedding..

[ Please, Ange, you're talking like he personally insulted you or something. Rather than just committing the crime of complimenting you. ]

I think we can wrap here!

[payingfordeliverance]

When else am I ever going to get away with it?

[It's because Break is someone who can make just about anything sound like teasing, honestly. But his arm, when he offers it, is strong and sturdy, and the man behind it possesses years of experience in regards to guiding fine ladies around on it. He matches her pace effortlessly, his free hand covering her own in a doting and affectionate gesture that will hide any white knuckles from view, and their trip goes so smoothly and without upset that Ange may well not even remember most of it later.

Why would she, once they arrive to find Ruby doing pushups at the altar? That's the important bit, after all -- the person Break is delivering her to. But once the ceremony is done and the assembled party settles in for the day's festivities, Break subtly lingers, and Ange will frequently find a certain omen's head draped lovingly over her knee or flashes of violet amidst the throng of red and gold.

And when Ozpin makes his little speech, Break is there behind her suddenly, hand resting on the back of Ange's chair and wearing the pleasant expression of a man waiting patiently to be told to go Handle It if it suits her. Underneath all the glitter of the day, they are all utterly themselves.]

yes, it's a perfect wrapping point! thank you for the thread c:

[entreats]

[individualized]

Yes. Slowing the process of her heart shattering because she could not control her power, and retaining the pieces she had lost which my predecessors had collected. That is all I was meant to do. I have no other "purpose".

[Which is one of the reasons why she often just observes other people. Echo's only just started having her own life since arriving here, and she really doesn't know what to do with it.]

Perhaps. I am not familiar with a soul passing on without its body also ceasing its life. Maybe your being is not a spirit. Regardless, it does not sound like a dissimilar situation even though many of the details do not match.

feel free to handwave this explanation, just wanted to establish that he asked it

[bolstafir]

[The record scratch moment is practically palpable, as Qrow blinks hard, several times.]

Wait, what? I thought that was Sayo. I never heard anything about a second murderer--

[? ? ? ? ?]

And what the hell's a catbox?