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Atlas, a kingdom in the sky. Away from Grimm and those that threatens it. Below them was where and how they had first started- Mantle. But let's not dig too much on that, shall we?
Atlas, a kingdom to be proud of. A kingdom that still mobilising their military forces since the Great War. Something that the other three kingdoms doesn't seem to keep. Despite that, they still fair well, in their own way.
Right, right, we all know that. Otherwise why would you be here. Heh, can't be so sure about that but anyway. Since we're in Atlas, let's check on them. Who you ask? You're about to find out.
In the pristine facade of Atlas, none can compare to the Schnee's. Currently in the night as cold wind howls and the heater down in Mantle hums, there seems to be some kind of charity event going on downstairs at the manor where it's most busy as the lights doesn't seem to flicker out any time soon.
And yet here she was, the daughter of the man who's hosting the event. In her own well furnished room. You can very much tell how she's of a rich family. With how intricately designed her room is. Two big flashy white and gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a king size bed, her own wardrobe that stores many of her fancy dress. Hell, there's even a personal fireplace facing the far end of her bed. In the middle were a round table with a few sets of chairs.
Weiss was, simply said, not in the mood to care as she sat poised on her plushed chair situated by the window. Quietly enjoying the night sky while basking under it's limelight, of the ever broken moon. "I got to say, I'm surprised that we're actually here." that was until someone just had to start blabbering and yet, she still finds herself musing him.
"We've been here for almost two years. So how come?" Weiss jab at the intruding thoughts. Her eyes lowering it's gaze to the city below, still glinting with light. Still full of life.
"Fair enough." the thought simply shrugged, leaving Weiss to herself as if it had never intrude in the first place. She traces the lines on her glass window. Running it downward to the smooth windowsill.
"Are you not going to leave?" the voice chided despite knowing her answers. Weiss would have just return anyway, so what's the point of leaving?
As if sensing her thoughts, the voice hummed, accepting her answer yet still poking on whether it was wise or not to leave her team unattended. "Hm, and your friends?" her finger halted itself from tracing the invincible line on the sill. The intruding thought took note of how Weiss seems to be thinking it over. Patiently waiting for the heiress to respond.
"I'm sure you felt it. They will be fine." Weiss could feel the voice quirking his brow, even when she can't see it. The gesture alone urges her to shift a gaze to where the voice would have stood in her room, and there he was. A silhouette of him, standing tall and proud with that semi playful smirk.
"You think Atlas will fall this time?" for a mere second, Weiss was reminded of the events that took place in the past. The breach of Atlas, the death and screams of unlucky people as they fall from the platform and worst of all... but she was quick to shove it away. The voice's grin falter, sensing the disdain behind those glazed eyes.
"Hopefully not." Weiss said in a hushed tone. Even if she tries to hide it, the voice can feel the uncertainty radiating from her. Alas, he decided to wave it off for now. Noticing his sudden silence, Weiss take the small gesture of kindness with a soft grin.
Weiss took in the cool air, bracing herself for the charity event her father held. Her memories of what happened last time she ever went to the event- and by that she meant before leaving Atlas in the previous timeline, wasn't great. Weiss had to surpress a cringe whenever she was reminded of it. "Heh." a scoff, coming from the dark silhouette that's attached to her very soul. "If anything, I'll intervene." he shifts his stance, bowing slightly with a hand behind his back and the other across his chest. He's using that pose like a gentleman.
It had seemed dramatic. Like something you'd only see a performer do. Was that his attempt to make her laugh? Weiss snickered, speaking in a hushed tone. "Wouldn't be the last." slowly, the heiress stood up from her plushed white chair. Clasping her hands to her white dress with greyish gradient. Weiss saunter out through her black matte door and into the cool marbled hallway. A picturesque of their family name, the Schnee. Sounds of her heels echoes throughout the glistening white halls carpeted by faded sky blue with its own unique and intricate designs relating to that of ice and snow.
Clicking in tandem, sounding slow and steady as she strode the hallway, giving off the usual air of cold authority. Even when most servants were working at whatever events hosted at the grand hall, there would be the few that lingers around the manor. Spotting the young miss of their master's, they greeted her with poise.
"Young miss." curtsy an older maid. Weiss was quick to plaster her own soft smile with grace practice.
"Anja." She greets.
"How may I assist?" Weiss doesn't know how but she could practically see how the older women was radiating a ray of sunshine. She believes that Vin had got something to do with that since returning here two years ago. Weiss hadn't the time to talk about it thoroughly with him. Though she thinks best to ignore it for now. She would have to inquire of it later.
"Do you happen to know where Whitley is?" She quickly got back on track of finding her brother.
"Young master is most likely in the garden. I saw him heading there a while ago." that alone was enough for Weiss. Her little brother- since returning to this timeline, she had gotten more acquainted with Whitley. Noticing the small things she hadn't before falling into Everafter. Weiss' grin widens slightly, she thank the maid as she made her way to the garden.
Throughout her time at Schnee Manor as she preps herself for Beacon's upcoming entrance- Whitley would occasionally go out to the garden... Weiss hadn't notice this. She saw him on one or two instance walking to the east side perhaps but never fully searching for him before. Guessed she herself had prioritised being the heiress more in the past and it gnaws at her stained heart.
Weiss strode along the east hall. Eyes glazed in thoughts of what better choice she could have made with her family. The voice, self proclaimed as Vin- saw the outline of the youngest of three Schnee children. "Spot him." he quiped beside her, prompting Weiss to be out of her trance.
Weiss is certainly grateful he's here. Often being a voice of reason for her. "Oh, did you now?" the voice snickered, noting that with their shared conscience, he could practically feel Weiss shaking her head with that remark.