Gus Gungus
One Thousand Club
"You heard her. We're leaving." The short-haired Raven added barely a second after Weiss's hysterical shrieking came to an end. Without hesitation, her gaze locked onto Yang, red and blue eyes both blazing with authority as she immediately tried to take charge. "All of us." She made even more clear, eyes narrowing further. "And I don't want to hear any objections from any of you. I did not wake up in some abandoned & broken home, spend days tracking you down and following you, retrieve the relic where all of you had failed, get dragged into many deadly fights time and time again, get forced to leave a daughter behind as a prisoner in this viper pit of a kingdom, have my finger almost bitten off by a tiny curmudgeon military woman, be confronted by a better version of myself who made all my failings stand out even more, get crippled by some twisted monstrosity and be forced to suffer the humiliation of a wheelchair, have my power and even a part of myself stolen by that white haired sociopath because I made the mistake of wanting to try to numb all of this for just a little while, fly myself across the world to track down these two in Mistral, come back after all of you had once again disastrously failed and once again got you the damn relic of knowledge and get us closer to returning to our own fucking world...I didn't go through all that, do all that, JUST FOR SOME OF YOU TO BE SO BLINDED BY A FAMILIAR FACE THAT YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE THE DIFFERENT PERSON UNDERNEATH! THAT YOU THINK YOU KNOW THEM, AND THAT STAYING ON THIS REMNANT IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN RETURNING TO OURS!"
She finished showing where exactly Yang had inherited that explosive anger from with a harsh glare at all of them, fully intent to cut off any objections before they even started. "Now you can either go, or I will make you go. One way or another, you're all going. No one is staying."
Oh hell no. Who did this woman think she was? Because as far as Weiss was concerned, she was a good-for-nothing lowlife who liked to disappear for long periods of time to indulge her moods then show up when it suited her so she could act like she was god's gift to the room and condescend the people who actually stuck around to fight the hard battles. If she thought she was going to get away with talking to Yang like that around her after everything she'd done simply because they were technically on the same side of the argument then she was sorely mistaken, and if she thought she wasn't going to catch any of these hyperventilating hands simply because she had no aura and lacked the energy to devastate her physically she was even wronger. For a thug like Raven Branwen, doing it verbally would more than suffice.
"DON'T YOU START TALKING DOWN TO HER YOU REPROBATE, YOU'RE THE LAST PERSON WHO SHOULD BE LECTURING ANYONE ABOUT MISTAKES! I CAUGHT YOU PASSED OUT DRUNK ON A ROOF NEAR MY HOUSE!!! FROM BEER!!!!" She spoke the word as though it was something pigs drink. "There you have it, everyone, RAVEN BRANWEN THE RENOWNED BANDIT WHO CAN'T GO FIVE MINUTES WITHOUT REMINDING EVERYONE HOW RUGGED and ASTUTE SHE IS MAXES OUT AT SIX BEERS!!!!!! I COULD DRINK RAVEN BRANWEN UNDER THE TABLE! DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH THAT INFORMATION!"
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