TRP is a post-Great War AU RWBY RP set in Mistral City and Haven Academy with no canons, no rank claims, no maidens, and no god interference. We offer a progression system and site-wide events that change the setting based on player actions.
Post by Marion Linette on Oct 1, 2021 18:06:12 GMT -5
Marion sighed loudly. Whipping the sweat from her brow as she set the broom against a nearby wall. Alina didn’t have a big house, but it still needed cleaning once in a while. And Marion really didn’t mind helping with it every now and then... The problem was when it started to become a routine.
It was still bearable, though. As long as it kept the fire lady content, everything that made Marion remain relevant (and worthy of raises and new toys) was a fair price to pay. And she even installed a new jacuzzi they could get to work when the energy supply was stable...
Then things slowly started to turn... Strange.
Not only was Marion acting as a diplomat with the other bandit tribes that composed the alliance. But she also cleaned Alina’s house and washed her clothes.
She was also in charge of resupplying Alina with sugar. A product she consumed like it was cold water in the desert. So Marion had begun wondering how the woman had never fallen into a sugar-induced coma already. Probably aura or something...
And as the months passed. Marion's list of duties grew proportionally. Cut the grass, wash the dishes, go get this shit... At first, Marion believed it was like a hazing ritual. To prove her loyalty and shit like that. Then she considered if Alina was trying to gauge when she would reach her breaking point and set the house on fire.
But then... Eventually. A conspicuous thought began slipping into Marion’s mind... What if Alina actually was planning on keeping her doing all this menial stuff... Forever?
The idea made a chill run down her spine. And while doing some dishes, Marion realized something she likely suppressed in her mind for months...
-What the fuck am I doing again?- She asked to the nothingness before her. Slowly setting down a plate she had just been drying out with a handkerchief. Cupping her chin, she began wandering aimlessly around the house until she reached the couch.
Fixing herself a glass of vodka. Marion threw her head back and began loudly complaining to the winds.
-Ohhh. Clean my boots Marion! Iron my clothes Marion! Get rid of the mountain of stupid hair which I leave every fucking place I go, Marion! What’s next? Clean my fucking ass after a dump because I’m too lazy to do it, Marion!?-
As good timing would have it. The blonde woman stopped herself in her tracks when she heard footsteps approaching the front door. And as expected, Alina soon stepped through the door.
With a half-hearted wave, Marion greeted her boss. A little jumpy at the sudden interruption of her long-winded rant.
-Heya... I’m almost done here. I think. Just taking a break- Said Marion. But to her chagrin, Alina had come with yet more stuff for her to do.
With a shaky smile, Marion nodded and got up to finish up her tasks. Apparently, there was something stuck on the pipes of the bathtub. So even if she wasn’t a plumber, Marion was naturally tasked with dealing with that.
What she found there left her speechless. It was a big tangle of... Fucking hair. That had blocked the drain after being there, growing for who knows how long.
Marion even believed she saw it twitch a couple times.
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Enough was enough.
-Alina... Care to tell me what in the actual fuck is... This!?- Marion called out from the bathroom. Eyes wide open as she pointed to the offending object with her open hands.
-You know there are like... Tube shrooms that you can use to avoid things like this happening, right? Or you could invest in a damn hairbrush, so you don't go loosing so much hair. Do you not know how to use them? I don’t mind teaching you but this... I don’t even know-
Both defeated and exasperated. Marion just stood there with a crestfallen expression. She was unsure of what would come out of this, but she also knew she didn’t join the Kozaks just to be a maid. She became a bandit so she could be a badass who did whatever pleased her and got to enjoy the spoils, not to fall to the place she had been trying to escape in the first place.
Post by Alina Rybalka on Oct 1, 2021 19:31:54 GMT -5
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The military duties were simple enough. She did training and drills for the Iron Wolves every so often and made top level decisions for them and was open for discussions and walk-ins from officers who had concerns. Fair enough, she enjoyed that part. For the most part it was easy to deal with, and even when people came into her office cussing and screaming they were at least direct most of the time. Problems were clear, well defined, and could be actioned. [break][break]
Political duties were much messier. Problems were vague and usually raised by adults with the temperaments of children, who were never happy and would complain regardless of course taken and very loudly. The Revolutionary League at this point was a big tent organization housing many different factions with many different goals that didn’t always align, and the only unifying factor for many of them staying on was the fact that the Kozaks had the firepower to be able to protect them from the Council and the Kozaks had the drive to actually do damage to Council forces. [break][break]
If any of them could kill Alina, that big tent would have fractured a long time ago… and it still might anyway. Every day there were individuals moving against the will of their leader to rise up and make a giant stink over something absolutely trivial. So and so called me mean names, so I won’t rest until I have enacted physical vengeance. My neighbor planted something in their yard and I find it unfair that they get potato seeds and I don’t even though I could walk over and get potato seeds and don’t want to. I heard from so and so that someone said something mean about me so I’m going to implode and scream and kick and flail. I was passed over for promotion so I’m going to burn everything down on the way out to the wilderness, alone, where I’ll die of thirst or exposure. This law here enacted last week infringes upon my rights as a Mistralian citizen and I will never submit myself to tyranny, I’d rather die until I realize I’ll actually die. [break][break]
The general assemblies were even worse, but Alina had those delegated for the most part now. She only showed up once a month to those and for bigger decisions, but those dragged on for fucking ever on the most pointless shit that was so low level she never needed to be involved. It was usually a waste of time other than raising morale, but if she pulled out entirely there would be a giant stink over it that the wolf faunus didn’t consider to be worth it despite having to dedicate essentially an entire day to that shit every so often. [break][break]
And then there were the betrayals. In any organization of sufficient size there were betrayals, and the big tent approach along with the general propensity for the outlaws of Mistral to congregate under the banner of the Revolutionary League meant there was an above average number of traitors. It was an accepted risk at this point, but one that needed to be dealt with periodically. Alina often took care of those situations herself, and took a bit of satisfaction in doing so. The fear of her, at worst, needed to be close to the level of temptation that the Council side could give. Public displays of brutality worked for a bit, but people soon forgot about it. Recency needed to be a feature in those, and there was never going to be an end of traitors to make an example of. [break][break]
Between the commanding, the babysitting, and the killing it usually turned out that she had a packed schedule and by the time she got home she just wanted to vegetate. She had her weekdays structured in a way that was geared towards efficiency, and when that schedule was done, she shut her brain off and usually went to sleep. As far as Marion was concerned, most of her interactions outside of work were based around Alina writing down a list of tasks she wanted Marion to accomplish each morning and stuffing it on her desk for her subordinate to find after Alina left since her day started earlier. [break][break]
Today was a rare day where Alina had more tasks for Marion to complete, and after she relayed them the faunus went to faceplant on her bed for a bit to try and mentally reset. She got to that sweet void for only a couple of minutes before Marion came marching in to interrupt quiet time. Alina didn’t even bother to change out of her suit and pants and her socks were even still on as she lay facedown in her bed, hoping to just vegetate for a bit before changing, but the blonde seemed insistent on being annoying about something or other. [break][break]
Something about hair. Probably the stuff clogging the bathroom again. Recurring problem, kind of annoying. Was clogged from last night and would need to be unclogged for her to shower tonight. ”Why are you even bitching? It’s not like you’re touching it anyway.” she’d say flatly, barely turning her head enough to actually talk. ”They have snakes and shit for that. In and out in like five minutes or whatever.” [break][break]
Had Marion really gotten that lazy? How hard is going to the fucking plumber and telling him to do his job? They didn’t steal that equipment just to sit and rot in the woodshed. They stole that equipment to use and keep Kerch actually livable to the highest degree they could manage. One group that Alina did show preference to was the tradesmen, and she caved into their demands much more often than not because she recognized they had a lot of leverage. If Kerch had no plumbers, electricians, or carpenters it would go to shit very fast and thus she needed to keep them happy and training new apprentices for as long as possible until their scarcity was no longer a problem.
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[attr="class","nikki103"]1021 TOTAL WORDS
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Post by Marion Linette on Oct 5, 2021 6:08:37 GMT -5
-Snake? We’d need like a King Taijitu for this-
Called Marion after a short silence, trying to hide that she had absolutely no idea what a snake was. Didn’t people just stick their hands inside the hole to take out the gunk? She wouldn’t know, not like she had done something like that before the whole Kozak deal happened.
Whatever the hell a snake was, she would need to take a loot about it... Wait, no. The whole deal was that Marion didn’t want to keep doing that shit anymore, so back on track for her.
-And I’m bitching because It’s not just the bathroom... I wouldn’t mind if it was just this... But it’s a little too much at this point, don’t you think?- Said Marion, coming out of the bathroom a little insecure but still decided to see things through. Nevertheless, it was better to explain herself a little now that she was at it.
-I mean, not only do I have to do my other obligations like keeping those tribes in check. But I also take care of the Grimm side of things, Grimm which I’m using for the raids on caravans and stuff-
Mentioned the blonde girl, believing she was making a good point considering how much needed those raids were at their current state. Some things were simply too hard to acquire in bulk when you were a separatist group.
Of course, some simple commodities they could make themselves. But... Household chemicals? Medicine? Spices? Good fucking luck with that. Either you sent a team of soldiers and accepted a few losses in human life (And the loss of morale from this). Or you sent 4 Grimm and 1 Marion and had it basically risk-free... But it was hard to do that when said Marion needed to be painting walls and shit.
Besides... It was fucking tiring having such a varied schedule. At least Marion thought this while leaning on the threshold as she watched Alina trying to fuse herself with the bedsheets.
-So it’s a pretty weird contrast between doing stuff like that and then having to come here to be a housemaid. I’m sure there should be a lot of old ladies willing to take care of this- Of course, it should be someone previously vetoed by Alina. But Marion was sure there must have been at least someone trustworthy enough to take care of the Hetman’s house.
Humming to herself, Marion scratched her chin as an idea came to her.
Speaking of the Hetman’s house. Why the fuck did she chose to live here anyway? The castle was coming out nicely, and she could probably host the assemblies and shit like that in there. Security could be a concern, but Marion honestly believed they were a little beyond the point where hiding like rats was even necessary. Who cared if people knew where Alina lived? Not like they could do shit about it.
-Or you could come to the castle, where everything runs more or less smoothly, and you could have everything at hand-
Post by Alina Rybalka on Oct 5, 2021 11:27:39 GMT -5
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[attr="class","nikki109"]As Marion talked, Alina’s facial expression changed to one of confusion. It made absolutely no sense for the blonde to have done these tasks herself. The Hetman had ordered them completed, but she didn’t care who they were completed by and that should have been super clear by the hands-off nature of how Alina was handling those chores. It made absolutely no sense for Marion to brag about doing it herself when she could have easily had someone else doing it for months and in fact the faunus was surprised her lieutenant didn’t have someone doing it for months. There was no reason for that. Why would someone voluntarily decide to do housework and maid work outside of their normal job duties for this long without informing anyone or pawning off the work to a subordinate better suited to it? Alina knew Marion wasn’t this stupid, and she only did work when she thought she could get a benefit from it… so why? [break][break]
”Why are you…” Alina started, but then the wave of realization hit. ”Oh… Oooohhhh…” Getting up from the bed, Alina rubbed her eyes and walked over to Marion. There was no reason for her to do this unless she was doing it for attention, attention that she was not already getting. The offer to have Alina come and move in with her removed all lingering doubt as to what Marion was getting at, and it was honestly kind of surprising that the faunus didn’t pick up on it sooner. It made sense, when looking at it from what she assumed to be Marion’s point of view. The blonde didn’t want to make it too obvious too early on, because it would have seemed like she was pushing way too hard, way too fast. It would have been suspicious, and Alina would have rightly been insulted by it at the time. [break][break]
”First of all, I want to apologize…” she started, looking a bit uncomfortable. ”I wasn’t paying attention as much as I should have, you must have been trying to get my attention for a while now if you were doing this all yourself.” Alina walked forward until she was face to face with Marion, and kept walking to push her back into a nearby wall. At this point, there was little risk in this. The blonde already had her rewards bound to a location occupied by the Revolutionary League, and if Alina could provide more incentive then it would just drive that inability to defect further. With almost no risk of defection to the Council due to past terrorism charges and the link between the attack on the capital… well, both of them… it would be next to impossible for Marion to turncoat and face anything but the gallows. It was safe, and quite frankly even if Alina decided not to pursue it too much it would be fun to see how much Marion would squirm under some pressure if she went through all of this effort to get some positive attention and went so far as to invite Alina to share housing with no preamble or anything. [break][break]
”I appreciate the effort that you’ve put in, and your offer.” she continued, reaching her left hand to Marion’s right and intertwining her fingers with the blonde’s as she leaned in close and leaned over to whisper in her ear, breathing on her neck. ”I also want you to know that if you wanted this sort of attention so badly, you could have just led with the offer to move in months ago, and gotten someone else to handle all the housework. You really went above and beyond, huh? I didn’t realize you’d be so shy about it.” [break][break]
There was a genuine chuckle, then, as Alina leaned into Marion with a smile quickly coming across her features from the absurdity of this. Someone who modified and trained Grimm and who dealt with violent and emotionally stunted bandit leaders for a living in life or death situations was that timid around Alina, so much so that the faunus hadn’t realized what the blonde wanted in months. It was definitely unexpected, but unlike Marion the leader of the revolutionaries was not shy and was past the point of caring about societal norms or the potential negative reactions of others. She certainly wasn’t going to brush off something as bold as this. [break][break]
A former bandit leader wasn’t ever going to be her first choice, sure, but in their current situation and foreseeable future it wasn’t like she had a lot of options among people who weren’t absolutely scared to death of her. Especially considering how meek and submissive Marion was in general around Alina, it wouldn’t really be a recipe for much fighting and if she wanted to live together that badly it must be that she didn’t mind being ordered around either. No immediately conceivable downsides, in other words, which meant that Alina could be aggressive in the moment without any guilt.
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Post by Marion Linette on Oct 11, 2021 11:55:12 GMT -5
At first, Alina’s facial expression denoted confusion. This meant Marion was just about to hit her with the tried and true tactic: repeating the same thing she had just said but louder and slower. However, she didn’t have to do that, as it seemed like Alina had just figured something out, something important.
And surprisingly, she apologized. This took Marion by surprise, but she was not about to complain about that. If anything, she’d milk it as much as possible. Crossing her arms and putting a smug smile on her face, she started paying way more attention to Alina’s words.
Marion suitably backed up when it became abundantly clear that Alina seemed to forget human beings are not as intangible as Sinopia. Raising an eyebrow in surprise when her back hit the wall but still keeping her general demeanor.
This changed when Alina started pulling moves on her. And shocked confusion replaced her previously smug attitude. Cocking her head to the side, Marion needed to give her brain a couple seconds to reset. Then run emergency protocols, and put all hands on deck to figure out what the fuck was going on.
At the very least, it was nice getting the confirmation that she could get someone to take care of Alina’s household duties. After all, she had an assortment of unpaid interns to assign to those duties in exchange for promises of future wealth and power that may or may not come at all.
To make things better, Alina even said she appreciated Marion’s effort, as she should. So everything was right in the world for once... Well, except for the fact that one faunus ear was kinda poking her in the nose, and it itched. But that was beside the point.
Sure, her way of showing gratitude seemed a bit extreme, but Marion wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
So, shrugging a bit. Marion accepted the advances, suppressing a small snort when Alina locked fingers with her. And it was more or less at this point that a great realization befell Marion Linette.
It was all so clear that Marion wanted to kick herself for not seeing this coming before. Now everything made sense... Alina had been giving her all of that hard work because she liked her! It was so obvious!
-Hah... Look who’s talking... To think you would go to such lengths just so you could get closer to me...-
It was not the approach Marion would have used... But, hey. If it works, don’t fix it. If Alina had tried to pull that shit during the first months when Marion was pretty terrified of her, then it would most likely end in a rejection... This far on the race, though? Well... Might as well.
She was used to living dangerously, after all. And while things could backfire terribly, she didn’t shy away from the potential benefits now that they were barely a few inches away from her.
-Never imagined you’d be so crafty to pull this off... Not that I’m against it-
Marion said in an amused tone, running her hands through Alina’s hair as if she hadn’t been complaining about it not five minutes prior. -But as for next time... Making me clean the bathroom was probably overdoing it a bit- Called out the blonde before leaning down to kiss the faunus on the lips.
Better to get things done. Since they were clearly on the same page and without any kind of misunderstanding between the two.
Post by Alina Rybalka on Oct 11, 2021 22:12:01 GMT -5
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[attr="class","nikki109"]”You’re the one who just tried to get me to move in with you.” the faunus would murmur before she grabbed hold of the blonde and lifted her up in the air. They were already in the bedroom, after all, so it wasn’t like they had far to go. Alina would kiss the former bandit, hard, as she turned both of them around and walked towards that bed. She wasted no time jumping on to throw them both on the bed and mounting the blonde, and once they were on that bed Alina took her hands off to quickly get her suit jacket off and throw it on the ground. Just as she went in with redoubled force and aggressiveness to kiss Marion again, however, there was loud banging at the door. [break][break]
”It’s okay, if it’s not important they’ll leave after a minute or two.” the faunus would whisper between kisses, hands going underneath clothes and exploring everywhere that was physically possible at that point in time. ”Seems like you’ve been working hard lately, lots more muscle here than when you joined.” Kisses moved from lips to neck as the loud slams at the door continued. There was a groan of irritation, but the kisses got lower until they reached the connection of the neck and shoulder. [break][break]
The banging at the door intensified and got louder and more urgent, and it was only at this point that Alina sighed and got her hands off of Marion so she could slide off of the bed and go get the door. ”If this isn’t important…” she’d mutter under her breath as she straightened out her shirt and briefly moved her hands to make her hair a smidge less wild on the walk over. Opening the door to greet two figures on the outside, the irritation on her face was undisguised. [break][break]
Two Iron Wolves outside, both in their white uniforms. One of them handed Alina a couple of torn and dirty pamphlets and explained the situation. Apparently some of their allies in outlying villages had some airships fly by and dump off hundreds of them, promising wealth and Council support and protection to any settlement willing to leave the Revolutionary League. Some of the mayors wanted a meeting, and Alina was quick to agree to start sending representatives or having a summit in Kerch in the near future. It was an interaction that was over quickly, and within a few minutes she was waving off the soldiers and closing the door to her house as she tossed the pamphlets in the garbage bin beside the door. Psychological warfare was a new tactic from the Council, but desperate times called for desperate measures. [break][break]
”Council’s resorted to holiday brochures to try and get people to join their side.” the faunus would note as she walked back to the bedroom, loud enough for Marion to hear. ”They must be getting pretty desperate to run these instead of the airship strafing runs they used to do. Probably got sick of losing airships.”
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Post by Marion Linette on Oct 20, 2021 13:47:20 GMT -5
Well, it seemed like Alina was planning on doing most of the heavy lifting in a literal sense. So Marion was not about to put a stop to that. Partly due to laziness and partly due to being too taken aback by Alina’s readiness to react.
-Dunno. You seemed to jump awfully fast into this... I like the energy- Rebutted Marion as she was thrown into the bed. Smiling smugly, as she watched the faunus woman get ready for her.
It was cute for Alina to try and deny how lovestruck she was to Marion. She gave her that. And she may have commented on it if not for the obnoxious knocks on the door at the worst possible moment.
Frowning a little bit, Marion tried to follow the hetman's advice of ignoring the knocks. Preferring to focus on Alina’s compliments. Happy to have her ego stroked a bit.
-I'm surprised that you even realized... How long have you been checking me out?- Marion asked as she linked her arms behind the faunus back. Returning kisses and caresses in kind until...
-Uughh...I hope a Leviathan is attacking us or something- Complained Marion loudly when it became clear that the knocks would not subside. Flopping facefirst into the mattress and lying still to better hear on whatever had dared to interrupt them. If it was something stupid, she would have to get the names and addresses of the new volunteers for her Grimm-catching efforts.
Lo and behold, it was something stupid, although not on their part. Just the Council, trying to buy them off with some discount coupons or something. -At least we won’t run out of toilet paper... You should put a tie on the doorknob or something. Is what they used to do in Beacon back then-
Not that it worked. As people tended to miss that and barge right in. Life as a bandit was easier. You interrupt, then you get on toilet duty for a month. Easy peasy.
-Wonder what the hell are they offering. It's not like they have any credibility left to promise them a better life than what they already have with you-
Marion wondered aloud as she watched Alina enter the room.
The blonde even found herself surprised by the incompetence displayed by the Council thus far. Probably because she came from a kingdom that was at least somewhat better organized than Mistral.
But that was a good thing. The Council had never faced anyone able to hold their ground against them, so they didn’t know how to really hit someone where it hurt... That meant they would keep on just slowly trowing their resources away at the Kozaks until there was simply nothing else to throw.
And once that happened, it was Kozak time. Marion didn’t know what Alina’s final plans were for the continent. If she would be content just getting Kerch recognized as an independent whatever, or if she was waiting to make a move on the kingdom itself... Marion needed to ask her later. But at the moment, she had more important things to address.
-On the other hand. Is it something we need to take care of right now? Or can we have sexy time first?-
After all, what good was power if one couldn’t have a little fun? Ideologies and doctrines were cute, but the real reason for doing things was to get something you want... -If the answer is no, then I have one question. Why exactly aren’t you back in bed right now?- Loudly patting the space in the mattress next to her, the blonde waited for Alina’s response.
The better part of Marion (If that even existed). Genuinely was interested in Alina, as a woman, and all that stuff. While the devil on her shoulder was giddier to be the one who bedded the boss.
Either or, both paths led down the same road. So the bandit wasn’t going to waste time thinking too hard about it. Cavewoman Marion wanted a clearly lovestruck boss lady to make her feel good. There was nothing else to it... Probably.
Post by Alina Rybalka on Nov 11, 2021 16:34:40 GMT -5
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It was honestly kind of wild how her own personal freedom lowered with each successive step higher on the social ladder. She had astronomically more freedom as a mercenary than she had now, and while she had made peace with that fact it was still a recurring pain. The majority of her job as Hetman was much like being forced to parent a bunch of adult children who had the emotional maturity of a five year old. So many egos in one room in any town hall discussion, and unlike the Iron Wolves where she could force her hand her control over the larger groups of civilians was much more fragile. Some of the areas in revolutionary control were only so due to intimidation and force of arms, and that wouldn’t last forever. Still, that was a problem for later. Part of why this position was a mental toll was the fact that she couldn’t stop thinking about work even on her time off, out of necessity more than anything. She had devoted the foreseeable future to the cause, and it was too late to turn back from that responsibility without fucking over the entire movement and every individual who pledged themselves to that cause. [break][break]
Back to the bed it was, and back to being the aggressive one. Something Marion said did pique some interest, though. ”Never took you for a former huntsman.” the faunus would whisper in between kisses. ”You know,” she continued, breathing heavily as she did. ”The bounty’s probably something wild right now. It might even be approaching a hundred million by this point. That’s enough to make your own castle, hell, a flying castle.” It probably wasn’t that high, but a hundred million rolled off the tongue more than thirty and a half million or whatever the last known number was. Realistically, the only reason why it wasn’t a hundred million lien is due to money issues on the part of the Council. They were even cheaping out on bounties these days, which was kind of sad. [break][break]
Alina would give up position, then, pulling Marion along so that the faunus was on her back and the blonde was on top of her. ”If you think about it, this is the most vulnerable I’ll ever be.” she’d say, almost taunting as she did. ”So what are you going to do to me?”
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Post by Marion Linette on Nov 29, 2021 6:55:04 GMT -5
-Did I never tell you? Weird, guess I never asked you about your past either, so that’s fair- Marion offhandedly commented in regard to her education whenever Alina gave her a second to reprise, which wasn’t often.
-Couldn’t stand the place, so I skipped town. Proffesors were decent... But the students? Fuck no- She said with a snarl as a surge of tasteless memories came to mind.
They were just one self-entitled prick after the other. The fools treated being a huntsman as if it was a game that wasn’t even funny. As for Marion? Well, she actually committed to it, accepted life was a game, and acted accordingly. But she didn’t go around pretending she was the hero of the world or something.
Besides the students, there was also the headmaster... He was... Okay? But he always seemed so sneaky and mysterious. Like, what was his deal? He always felt creepy as fuck to Marion... Not like he ever bothered to speak with her beyond team-making during initiation...
He also sucked at choosing team names. Even replaced Marion’s initial with another letter that sounded similar. What an ass.
-Don’t regret it one bit. Especially not now...-
Then Alina mentioned the reward, and Marion would be lying if she said she hadn’t fantasized about somehow defeating Alina and getting that sweet reward for herself. For a multitude of reasons that would never come out of her imagination. For starters, it was impossible. But also important was the fact that... Well.
Sometimes the Kozak life it was a hassle. Sometimes Marion wanted to jump out of a cliff... But some parts were kinda fun. She got to lord over people and messed around with Grimm and guns. Would she be allowed to play with creatures of darkness if she came out clean and claimed such reward? She didn’t think so.
She briefly broke the kisses to look at Alina’s face for a second as an idea formed on her mind...
Would it be too cheesy if she went all romantic and shit and said Alina was worth more? Hell yeah, it would be hella cheesy. So Marion was about to send that one went straight to the mental vault of ideas that should never leave Marion’s mind. Down with the rest of horrors...
But then again... Alina was right about something. She was at her most vulnerable, which meant Marion had a golden opportunity to see if she could get the Hetman flustered. -A hundred million is cheap for you- Said the blonde, having to smile to avoid chuckling at her own foolishness.
Chuckling that soon turned into a yelp as Alina pulled the old switcheroo, and suddenly the blonde bandit found herself looming over the faunus woman. And a devilish smile spread over Marion’s face. Without a second thought, she grabbed the Faunus wrists and held them over her head.
-Most vulnerable will be when you are asleep... Guess I gotta tire you out first-
Marion whispered as she leaned down and started kissing her exposed neck, slowly going down towards her collarbone. And she didn’t have any plans on stopping there.