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“Oh geez. That got a little intense. I’ll be honest, I was scared you two would fight. I’m not good at close quarters combat, too easy to accidentally kill someone.” Val glances between the two. Hemalurgic creature are so often looked down on that seeing one respected like this by the survivor himself made her happy, even if he had threatened to kill her a little bit ago.
Val watches the exchange, still sitting on the ground. Her rifle, back together by now, on the floor next to her. “Quick question Marie, do you like being called Inquisitor or is that also something you’d not like to be called? I, personally, think it sounds really cool, but obviously it’s your decision.” @AonEne
A list of my favorite RWBY related incorrect quotes that I have made:
Ruby: Okay, help me please!
Yang: Got two words for you.
Ruby: I bet they won't be helpful.
Yang: Your problem.
Ruby: I was right
Ruby: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?
Yang: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Blake?
Blake: Probably “road work ahead”.
Weiss: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.
*Ruby is cooking*
Yang: Any chance that’s for me?
Ruby: It’s for Weiss. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need them on my side.
Blake: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.
Ruby, setting down a card: Ace of spades
Yang, pulling out an Uno card: +4
Blake, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you
Weiss, trembling: What are we playing
Ruby: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?
Yang: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.
Ruby: Three of us saw it, Yang. How do you explain that?
Yang: *points at Blake* Sleep deprivation. *points at Weiss* Paranoia. *points at Jaune* Delusional personality disorder.
Ruby: Why are you on the floor?
Yang: I'm depressed.
Yang: Also I was stabbed, can you get Blake, please.
"Hello!" Val looks up from cleaning her gun to try and figure out who said that, "Call me Val please." She messes with the trigger assembly for a second, then starts putting the rifle back together, "Do you think if I fired a bullet straigh up it would reach one of those other planets and hit someone?"
"That is entirely possible. I think one of them got shot at some point." She's not looking at anyone at this point, her attention on the disassembled gun in her lap, "Deflected it into my lungs. That was not a good day."
"To be honest, I kept getting lost. Especially after it all got rearranged. I've been having some memory problems ever since I removed my spikes to stop Ruin from controlling me." She sits down crosslegged on the ground and starts disassembling her rifle. "I've been living in a cabin out here in the roughs for the past few years. Practicing with this thing." She holds motions to the rifle on her lap.
“Alright. I won’t follow you. Unless I’m specifically told too, then I can’t really argue with that. Shame, I was hoping to get to know you Marie, but I guess if you really don’t want me around I won’t be.” She walks over to the doorway, putting her rifle over her shoulder as she goes, “wait, we’ve been in a speed bubble this whole time?”
Val stumbles slightly as Kelsier tries to pull out one of her spikes. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done that, but fine. You’ve made your point. Her thoughts adopt the same accent of his first threat I apologize, Survivor, for trespassing in your holy temple.
“Yes, and I’ve been impatiently waiting everyday of it.” “I’ve done that to myself already. Like I said, doesn’t scare me anymore.” Val ducks down and starts reaching under one of the pews (I’m assuming there are pews, been a while since I read era 2) “besides, I’m just here to watch. Maybe try to think of a way for me to help instead of getting rid of me.” She stands back up with her sniper rifle in her hands, “beside, I’m a really good shot.”