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[poshture]

[ There's a young man settling himself down in front of the camera as the feed begins - those who have been there might recognize the location as a room inside the house where a majority of the former inhabitants of Remnant are staying. His posture is upright, hands folded neatly in his lap as he crosses one leg over the other. ]

Good afternoon! I hope this day finds you all well. My name is Whitley Schnee - and yes, for those who have made the connection, Weiss is my dear older sister. I've only just arrived a short while ago, but should anyone need assistance or advice with their finances I'll be happy to lend my aid. I see there's quite a bustling economy in this world, and I've had some experience in the realm of business dealings. As for what I need...

[ A pause, as he laughs with a little smile. ]

The name and address of a good tailor would be sensational. I'm afraid my wardrobe didn't make the journey with me.

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[whiteas]

[ She's just saying, Flynt's the only non-Whitley person in a suit she's really been impressed with. ]

Not everyone in a suit is an impressive person, Whitley. It's better you learn that sooner than later.

[poshture]

That's not what I was implying, sister. I'm more concerned as to what happened with this psychopath you're talking about.

[whiteas]

His name is Battler Ushiromiya. He's got red hair, he's from an affluent family, and he's dangerous. Stay away from him, Whitley. And don't look up any of his video posts. [ She's clearly getting way more uncomfortable than she would if it were just some random murderer. ] Trust me, that's not something you want to watch.

[poshture]

[ he will




Definitely look those up later. ]

Can you tell me what he did, then? With brevity?

[whiteas]

He tortured and killed my friends, Winter, my boyfriend- he made me watch, then did worse to me.

[ Whitley you are not old enough to watch R-rated movies. ] I mean it, Whitley, stay away from him.

[poshture]

[ ... Whitley may have his own ideas and plans of getting Weiss out of the way, but seeing her dead is not one of them. That's a step too far - it's barbaric. ]

... I'm sorry, I--

Hold on. If he did worse than murder to you, how are you still here?

[whiteas]

People don't really stay dead here, Whitley.

[ honestly, she's the smallest but glad that he isn't asking for details or wanting to know why her. Just bring confused about why she's not 6 get under is easier to answer. ]

If you die here, its like staying in a void until you agree, even though you already lost your life, to give up something important to you. Be it a memory, something you love, or something you can do. They take whatever that is away from you, then you wake up in a hospital with the only proof it happened usually a scar or two unless... I'm guessing unless they can't "repair" the damage because of how extensive it was. I don't know what they did, but the only physical scars I've got are the ones I came in with.

[ if he wants to think she's OK because she's not physically hurt that's fine. ]

[poshture]

[ That's a lot to take in, and he would consider asking if she's feeling well - but given the fact that he's in some kind of crazy people-stealing alternate dimension with dragons and aliens and whatnot roaming about, crazy seems to be the flavor of the day. ]

... What did you lose, sister?

[ His tone is quiet, cautious - he's not trying to tread over a line, here, but it's something he feels he's not wrong to be curious about. ]

[whiteas]

[ she lightly touches her fingers to her throat then opens her mouth as if she were going to sing, except nothing happens. ]

I haven't been able to produce a single note in over half a year.

[poshture]

... Well, there are worse things to lose. You have plenty of other talents - I'm sure you'll settle into something new.

[whiteas]

Piano, actually. Not for very long, but Jaune and Dave restored one for me.

[ it's definitely not the same as singing, but it's an outlet. It makes it easier. ]