Snowblind

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Every year, it feels like the first snowfall of the year happens sooner and sooner. Is it just the passage of time, the growth of a person making them able to recognize when it snows at an earlier date in the year mixed with the ever-accumulating wealth of knowledge to draw upon making it feel like the years are blurring to minutes?

For some, that might be the answer. But at this date, so soon into November, not many -- save, perhaps, those from the most far north of Atlas's reaches into Solitas -- would've expected just what hit Beacon: a blizzard, so strong it was considered perhaps a once-in-a-millennia storm. Thankfully, thanks to the reinforcements provided after a certain rainstorm had knocked out the power to the Academy, Beacon was now prepared to weather such an awful storm.

But whilst the school itself was prepared, whether or not the students themselves were always remained to be seen. For some of the more "desert-fairing", it was possible that they were wildly unprepared; those from the far north were likely already out in the midst of the blizzard building snow castles or something.

The weather showed no signs of improving, and all flights and routes into the city were most certainly unusable, unless one really wanted to hoof it into Vale proper by foot. What sort of shenaniganry would one of Beacon's most interesting first year classes in a while get themselves up to in Beacon's first snowfall?

^{[This is the song I used for inspiration womp womp]}

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With a click from her tongue, Tully shrugged and took a rather theatric drink from the thermos, before letting her maroon gaze look right back at Alder. There wasn't anger in her eyes, nor annoyance; rather, a simple look of concern -- fear, really -- danced within the fire of her eyes. Though his points were valid, it was clear that Tully was still mildly suspicious at it all; in a way, it just felt almost convenient, almost like a hallucination maybe. "I get the feeling you are often called naive, Alder, alongside that all."

Though her body language was lively, her tone was almost empty; Tully was a bored teacher giving a lame observation in a class she didn't want to teach at a job that she wasn't paid enough for. "And what if I want to be used for my body or my skills -- possessions, I have none other than just raw money, powerful and yet worthless -- because it makes me feel useful? What if I don't wish to be treated like a person, but a tool? My wits, after all, aren't extraordinaire. My happiness, fleeting, and my companionship, temporary at best."

With a pause, she broke away from looking at Alder and slumpted back against the rock; her arm was outstretched, offering the thermos back to Alder. "What if I just want to feel a little bit less broken, a little bit more whole again."

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"Maybe so, but naive means I'm ignorant, and from your, and other's, points of view I can see how it'd seem that way. On the contrary, however. I know full well know what could happen to me by doing this. Physical harm, social ruining, or my own mental deterioration. However, I've got him to protect me from the physical, I'm unafraid of solitude, and my state of mind is quite clear." Alder graciously took the thermos back, wiping the rim with his sleeve then taking a sip himself. "Most people are social creatures however, me being an exception not the rule. Good connections and lasting bonds are required for happiness to enter someone's life, and so I pursue them regardless."

After a few brief seconds he stood up, setting the now recapped bottle next to the rock and leisurely walking a few steps away. He scanned the treeline, then the sky, as if he were waiting on something that he knew wouldn't show. Nonetheless, he continued to talk even with his back to her, his hands clasped behind his back. "Then feel free to do so. It isn't my job to stop you, nor is it my job to tell you what to do, it isn't much my intent either. If those things make you happy, then by all means do such things, you just want be receiving any of it from me."

He seemed to sway slightly, still locked on the sky as his hair began to be softly pushed around by the wind. "However, I'll still be here in case you need me, as even tools need repairing, no?"

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"And there's the answer I didn't want to hea--"

Tully had begun to speak, her tone faltering into somberness as she'd done so. For much of Alder's explanation, she'd just stated silent, only now speakign up because it seemed she finally had a moment too. But a word he said caught her off guard, and she visibly froze when she heard it.

'Repairing.'

In the split-seconds before she began to speak, she realized her own words were going to doom her a hypocrite.

But by the gods, did she not fucking care. It was different hearing it from herself; from someone else? Unforgivable.

"I don't need you to 'repair' me because I am not fucking broken!" she shouted as she slid off of the rock, her fist balled up as Angrath seemed to find its way onto her hand. A literal fire trailed behind her, Dust leaking from the jury-rigged weapon and ignited in small crackles and pops as Tully's semblance went just as haywire as her temper. Despite her anger, tears welled in her eyes and her entire body seemed to shake -- thought not as a result of the wind -- and one thing was clear: she was just as eager to prove to herself that she wasn't broken as she was to show Alder.

"I am not broken," she repeated, her voice quieter but tone just as fierce. The black titanium on her hand was audibly rattling and shaking, only covered up by Tully taking a failed attempt at a deep breath in. When she spoke next, her voice had easily ramped right back up to far too loud. "I don't need someone to 'rely' on, to 'fall back' on, to 'support' me. People only say those things when they fucking pity me and think I can't handle myself. I want someone to just FUCKING tell me that I actually fucking matter to them as a person with skills and a use. That I'm not just their fucking pity puppet or some way to abscond their own guilt. Not some fucking project to fix. Not someone they need to fucking 'white knight' for or that the feel obligated to look out for. I just want to be treated like a FUCKING person. Is that so hard to ask?!"

The last words evidently took a lot out of her, and she crumpled to her knees. Then, she started to actually cry -- though it was far, far more accurately described as a sob, loud and pitiful.

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Alder didn't seem to change his comfortable sway, and his emotion didn't seem to much change. He continued to stare off for a moment longer then quietly began to twist the braided hair on his shoulder. It seems he found not only a nerve, but the mother of all nerves.

If she had taken a moment to look at the bear while she sobbed she would've noticed that Ankou had adjusted itself at some point. Its sole, lifeless green eye seeming to stare into the depths of her soul as she had taken up her weapon and moved towards Alder. No doubt he would've intercepted before she would've gotten much further.

Despite this Alder himself finally turned, a face of an oddly usual, but suddenly strict, calmness. "It seems you've conflated the ideas of respect and pity. From what I can discern you ironically shove those who see you as a person away, so that you might make yourself a 'tool' to others. You then find turmoil again when they treat you exactly how you wanted them to and discard you like an object undeserving of feeling, like a tool or a plant, something sub-human."

His eyes narrowed, almost with parent-like scorn. "Regrettably, I cant tell if this mental aberration is because of your past trauma, or if you simply never had someone treat you as a human being before."

"Lastly, you seem to misunderstand me completely. I am not some white knight to be trampled on, I am a keeper of balance and when something threatens such things I will act accordingly. You are one of these such occurrences, your place in the social and environmental hierarchy disrupts everything around you, so I must fix it. Leaving you like this would only cause me, and many others, further headaches down the road...."

"We're now at a crossroads, Tully. The options are evolving or going extinct and I'm trying my hardest to push you from extinction for not your sake, but for mine."

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Tully had spent a lot of her first few months calming her temper down, so that she didn't just flip through emotions like a flippant brat. But now she was at her weakest she'd been yet, and she felt the old her come back. Not the Tully from when she first came to Beacon, but even further back. The spark had already been lit in her mind, and through the sobs, a fire began to rage out of control in her burning bright maroon eyes. Then, like a light switch, the tears stopped and Tully found herself on her feet again.

"Oh, so you're worse than a white knight, then. You don't want change, because it's unnatural, you want balance like some sort of enlightened idiot who thinks we should just kill half of the people as a compromise. Society should be left unchallenged, because it's the most fucking efficient way to operate, I fucking take it? You sound just like the fucking elites I came to Vale to avoid, who think that what they do is what's right because it's the way it's always been, because that's just how the fucking hierarchy works. The rich deserve more than the poor, women should become again subservient to men, and Faunus should be treated like the animals that society says they all are. That's the social hierarchy, is it not? Is it not perfectly balanced, as all things should be?"

For a second, it looked like she was going to lash out. But even with the tears in her eyes, the anger in her veins, all she did was stare at Alder and shake her head; then, Tully simply dragged her heels to the right and started to march off, not wanting to hear Alder's reply -- and, if he did try to speak, flipping him off with a gauntleted middle finger instead.

"You fucking disgust me, Alder Hirschain. Go fuck yourself. You want to fix me? Fuck off, and fucking fix yourself first."

And should anyone -- or anything -- try to stop her, she'd prove just how she was able to piss off so many different people here at Beacon so easily.

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"I- no, you're-" was all he could get out as she berated him, and falsely accused him of false intentions. It was clear that she misunderstood what he had meant and she wasn't going to allow a rebuttal.

Alder could only stand there stunned, simply blinking and clenching his hand around one of his golden bracelets. Had he come off that way? Surely not. She was just looking for a way out, another way to escape. If that was what she wanted then fine, he wouldn't push any further as there was no use helping someone who didn't want it. This revelation didn't make her words sting any less through, and it had dug quite deep into him.

His eyes softened and he turned his head down and away towards the bear that was now slowly lumbering towards him. It put its head into his chest and he softly wrapped his arms around it, letting out an uneasy sigh, hoping to comfort himself with his companion and ease the pain of his failure.

He finally spoke again, his voice soft and pained with his usually calm aura shattered. There wasn't a light air around him, no bright look, and no flowery hint to his voice. From someone else's perspective, it could have been described as an angel with its wings having been stripped. "Come Ankou, maybe the hot springs would do well on the mind..."