The Conquerors bloodline

Parc swung his leg as he watched the festival of carnage happening below. His pawn, the gecko faunus girl was truly wreaking havoc, though bloodshed, not so much considering all the White Fang's she was challenging had the time to activate their aura's for battle. As she lunged for another girl in the gang, he glanced to his hand, to the vial he'd just spritzed in her face, he couldn't right say if it had actually worked, not with only one example. He'd need to try it on another to see if its effects were really what he was hoping for.

"Your semblance, It's hypnosis isn't it?" Adam spoke from down low, behind him Weiss and her father knelt with a guard keeping watch over them.

"Adam, I've barely even used my semblance. Hmm?" saying that, Parc tilted his head back, glancing out the front door of the restaurant where the other less important hostages had escaped, faintly seeing in the shadows of night the silhouettes of officers ready to rush the store to figure out what the explosions were. 'always so antsy,' he thought casting his focus back to his pawn. Her fight rapidly winding down as her challengers overwhelmed her in both numbers and energy. 'Quite fervent in listening to my orders, so a small bit of hypnosis and a good bit of lust can make people like her easily controllable. Good to know.'

Adam frowned, presumably narrowing his eyes as he looked up to Parc, "not many know my name. Especially not you human scum." pacing, Adam kept his hand within reach of his sword, his Wilt and Blush. Prepping to pull it out the moment he sensed even a semblance of an active attack.

"I know plenty more than you would be comfortable with, mr. chinashop. How betrayed must you be feeling? I mean, watching her go. To see her leave you behind after so. Many. Years. It must have been quite the shock." Adam's steps halted, his body tensed, and his teeth grit tight, the amount of spite billowing through his mask almost tangible in the air. "Such failure, such betrayal. All because you didn't care about the lives of those people. Those poor, poor crew members. you were prepared to blow them all up and yet she… she didn't want to. She waited till your back was turned and left you behind. I can't imagine how painful that must have been."

"You speak a lot about things you don't understand." Adam spoke, his voice though low, not quite so that he was inaudible over the sounds of Parc's pawn finally being subdued after little more than a short battle. Which was to be expected, she was only one faunus against many.

"No, no. I think I do understand. She's your 'darling' and after all, you were destined to light the fires of revolution. but do you know how she see's you? She saw you as Justice, as passion…" Parc slowed his speech and rose to his feet, his toes lingering over the edge of the hole and began to crack his fingers and neck. When he was done, he could see Adam was still frowning at him, though slightly uplifted by the things he knew to be true being spoken to him. "Though, now all she sees of you is spite. A ghost of the man she loved, the mentor she loved. All to be replaced by a criminal, a psychopath hellbent on change just because humans did what humans do. Be assholes. Be monsters. Be pigs. Be less than human."

"Liar," Adam hissed, "you know nothing about her. Nothing about our relationship!" he argued. "I have taught her everything! I am her everything just as she is mine! So you don't get to say anything about what Blake thinks!"

Behind Adam, Weiss jolted, 'Blake? No, that can't be right.'

'Ah fuck. Should have been more subtle, now I have to give Weiss the talk,' groaned Parc, sighing as he lifted a foot off the edge, then the other and began a rapid descent onto the rubbled earth that once made the flooring of the charlatan. 'Please don't snap my ankle, please don't snap my ankle,' he hoped, knowing the threat was high due to the looseness of the rubble he would be landing atop.

As he fell, Adam went into motion. His body curled in, he rushed Parc's landing point and he gripped Wilt—the swords—handle with his right and the scabbard's—Blushes—trigger and squeezed it down, igniting a compressed blast dust explosion within the steel housing that fired the blade from the sheath within the blink of an eye the sword was traveling through the air leaving in its wake a shadow of sharp red light.

Yet when his arm came to a halt, there was no man stood there. there wasn't even a bit of resistance except in the form of numerous feathers scattered about the wind, one of which having been neatly severed in twain. Before he could even utter a confused 'what' he heard a harsh cracking from behind him and spun around just in time to see the comrade watching over the Schnee's mask shatter beneath the foot of the man. The comrade still awake but their aura clearly having weakened heavily from that attack.

Landing before Weiss and her father, Parc cast the girl but a quick wink. "Welp, you've lost the Schnee's." Parc chuckled, slowly analyzing the numerous white fangers coming to surround him. All weak, barely threats apart from Adam. Adam would be a real hassle in one on one let alone one on a dozen.

"Listen, Taurus. I'm honestly not in the mood for some fighting spree. Nor do I think you have the time to be fighting. Or would you rather be arrested? I mean, just look up," and so he did, seeing many police officers with their rifles and pistoles pointed down, ready to fire. One even shouting something about 'throwing down their weapons' and 'you're surrounded.'

"So, I'm going to give you two options. Stay and fight a losing battle, or… scurry off like the good little sewer rat you know you are. Don't worry, I won't follow." He didn't need to, Adam would be showing himself again inevitably. It was then Parc had full intentions of dealing with the nuisance. But at the moment, he didn't want to bother. Nor did he need the fame that would come with taking down the Vale branch leader of the White Fang down. Plus, keeping Adam in the loop meant Cinder would be going to him sometime in the future if she hadn't already.

Adam gazed around at each of the barrels of the screaming officers. he knew he could deal with whatever they threw, but the others. They couldn't, they would quickly run out of aura then worse, die, peppered with holes to become another number in the inordinate amount of faunus murders. He wasn't going to let that happen.

Looking to the Schnee's with a hateful glare, Adam bellowed, "we're leaving!"

"But-" one of the tried to say but was stopped by another who gripped their shoulder and dragged them off to the tunnel under the screams of the police.

Lifting Wilts tip and pointing it to Parc's throat Adam asked, "whats your name."

"Parc Evans," with a roll of his hand and a proper bow, Parc continued, "fucker of mothers, and ass of the holes. I know, it's a pleasure meeting me as well." not really, he just found being overly arrogant and nonchalant fun. Not to mention anything else wasn't necessary considering how little threat he was in.

"Parc Evans… this isn't over. I will kill you myself." with that, Adam fell forwards and kicked off into a full on sprint, ignoring the order of the officers and cutting any bullets they fired out of the air with swift slashes of his blade. His form soon disappearing into the shadow bowels of Vale's innards to become a threat for another day.

Seeing him gone, Weiss le out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding and felt her body detense.

"Perfect. Now that the beast is gone can you cut these abominable restraints off. I feel my fingers tingling," Jacques spoke, his voice as predictably cold and arrogant as Parc had been expecting.

Looking down to the knelt Jacques, Parc only raised a brow and spoke not a word.

"Well then, get to it." Jacques prodded. Parc's eyes shut then reopened slowly, accentuating his crimson orbs with the faint glare of red and blue lights coming in from upstairs where the police were attempting to figure out how they were going to get down.

Slowly, Parc's head inched and his gaze fell onto Weiss. She met his eyes for a moment that felt like minutes and gulped. Something about him was setting nerves off all around her body. Fear? Relief? Then why was her stomach rumbling with butterflies? Were they even butterflies?

"You okay Weiss?" before she knew it he was behind her, freeing her from her bindings. Her wrists ached, and colour rapidly refilled her digits as Parc gently helped her to her feet.

"I'm-I'm fine." Parc's glancing to the red splotches of her ears portrayed his doubt.

"Ahem. I do believe I ordered your assistance." her father spoke.

"We should get you back to Beacon. Let you rest after the nights excitement," though the professor didn't seem to care, that or he was just deaf.

"Uhhh," unsure of what to say, Weiss looked to her father. "can you cut my father free?"

"I'm sure Ruby and the others must be worried for you. I'm pretty sure I saw a few news vans as I was on my way, so they're probably hearing all about this now."

"Excuse me!" Jacques voice rose higher.

"I can't imagine how terrified Ruby is for you. Yang's probably holding her back from rushing here as quickly as she can. Which, considering her semblance, is probably pretty fast."

"Professor, my father. Can you help him?"

"Though saying that, I'm sure its more like Blake's holding them back. Yang's a pretty 'punch first, worry about things later' type of ga-" before he could finish, Jacques voice rose to an octave Weiss only heard on two occasions. When fighting with her mother, or when arguing with board members.

"For the love of god! Would you cut me free!"

Parc halted mid word, his head languidly turned to her father with blank, unamused eyes. "Sorry… I didn't see you there."

"I'm sure you didn't. Now would you remove these blasted restraints."

A single glance to the whit zipties blending with Jacques coat left Parc with a disgusted expression. "That's not my job. You should be asking them…" he said, nodding to an officer who'd just tripped and sent himself careening into the pit face first.

"Do you know who I am!? I am Jacques Schnee. Release me at once!"

"Do I look like I care?" the blank look he was giving said no, he didn't. Quickly followed by, "none of my business."

A twitch at the brow and a visible vein throbbed on Jacques pale forehead. "Fine then. Weiss! Release me this instant!"

In turn, Weiss jolted, tempted to run off to her father and free him. Though before she could, an arm wrapped around her belly and she was suddenly tugged into Parc's chest. Her mind halted, unable to process the sudden closeness and the faint apple wood smoky scent reminiscent of a warm fireplace coming from Parc's body.

"Sorry, I've got to get Weiss back to Beacon. She's got lessons in the morning and it would be terrible for her to miss them." Lifting Weiss just a few centimetres from the ground, Parc took a single step back and whispered, "you better hold on tight." to Weiss.

Lifting his other hand, a wing burst from Parc's back and he cast Jacques a one-handed wave, "toodles mr. Gelé." Seconds later, the boy and his daughter flickered away, becoming a blur of red, black, and white while leaving behind a flurry of drifting feathers behind.

Staring up at the sky with a rage filled scowl, an officer finally arrived on the fallen floor yet failed to make their way to him as they soon tripped over a pebble, flattening himself on the floor, simultaneously knocking himself unconscious.

Within him, a hatred was born. A hatred for Parc Evans. Not only had he ignored him, but he dare prevent his own daughter from listening to his orders. The gall was incomprehensible on that boy. He would be questioning Weiss heavily about him. He appeared to know her, and therefore, her him.

He would get his answers no matter what.

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Welp, I've officially started a new story that is meant to be 'SFW' in other words, sex isn't the main focus. In other words, I plan on it going into very dark topics and holding nothing back. Only got one chapter done and it won't be posted to WN for a while, when it does, it will go on a different account to this one just to keep things organized.

Aka, this one for my more 'cultural research' based stories / fanfics, and the other for my big SFW Stories.

Oh, did I mention I also started a site for this SFW story? Because I did.

Will probably eventually make a seperate one for MGR in the distant future when writing full time hopefully becomes a viability. Until then, here's the URL to the site where you can find chapter uno of Transmutational. Title still in development.

thewintersail.com

Let me know what you think. I know it's not a lot but still, it helps me figure out if people actually like it.