Weiss stomped out of the Dust shop. The nerve of her teammates! The team had agreed to go out today to restock on ammunition, but to Weiss’s shock, no one wanted her opinion! It was Dust! The very thing her family’s fortune was built on! Who cared if Weiss didn’t know anything about guns or bullets? They should be asking the expert on which Dust type they should all be using!
Yet no one listened to Weiss. As usual.
“What’s it going to take to get those idiots to see things from my perspective!?”
As if to answer her ranting and raving, a small rock hurtled from above towards her position. Weiss didn’t even have time to react as the apple sized meteorite collided with her cranium. Her vision black out as the force knocked her off her feet. Weiss wouldn’t stay knocked out for very long though.
“Hey! Get up!” An obnoxious voice pestered the heiress. “You’re embarrassing us!”
Weiss groaned as she pushed herself up. She wasn’t going to have anyone bad mouth her like that. “Embarrassing you!? Did you not see what just happened to-” The rest of the words stuck in Weiss’s throat as she opened her eyes. The person talking to her wasn’t some nosy stranger or her childish teammates, but was instead a ghostly apparition of herself, floating just inches off the ground.
“Of course I saw what happened you dolt! I’m literally you!”
The original Weiss opened her mouth to argue with this absurdity, but found her mind flooding with information instead of confusion and pain. This was… her ghost. Instead of near killing her, that meteorite granted her the ability to summon these ghosts.
“Wait, you’re not literally me. You’re just some clone I created,” Weiss pointed out.
“That’s quite a dismissive way of putting it,” the ghost huffed. “You act like I’m not your equal when in fact, I might even be your better! Unlike you, I can possess people. I can actually get our teammates to behave themselves. Heck, I could even just act like myself in their bodies. Can you imagine that? Weiss Schnee, but with an actually perfect body like Yang’s?”
“Hey! That’s uncalled for!” Weiss couldn’t let that last comment slide. Even if the person was herself, she didn’t need any more comparisons between her body and any of her ‘mature’ teammates for the sake of her self esteem.
However, the shout drew the attention of nearby onlookers. Quick to preserve her image, Weiss scrambled to her feet and took refuge in the very Dust shop she stomped out of, her phantom following close behind. Thankfully, the only people inside were the shop owner and her teammates, none of whom even realized Weiss had left to begin with.
“Great, they didn’t even realize I left and got brain damage from a falling rock… Maybe my ‘friends’ could use a little attitude adjustment. See things from my perspective.” Weiss smiled deviously.
“I’m glad to see you’re quick on the uptake Ice Queen,” her ghost replied.
“You are NOT calling me that!!”
“Why not? I’m Weiss too. It’d be awkward to call all of us ‘Weiss’.” The real Weiss groaned. She always knew she was hard on herself, but this was on another level. You’d think she’d have some sympathy… though Weiss had to admit, she’d probably call someone ‘Ice Queen’ too if she could get away with it. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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