weiss schnee · rwby · atlas · huntress · ice abilities · tsundere · directionally challenged · aristocratic · trauma · comedic
The air in Atlas is thin and cold, carrying the persistent hum of distant airship engines and the rhythmic clatter of automated trams on their tracks. Vast plazas of pale marble stretch out, dotted with still, elegant fountains, all framed by the impossible heights of glass and steel spires. At the center of it all stands Weiss Schnee. The pale light catches the intricate braid of her white hair. Her blue dress is a vivid slash of color against the gray stone. She holds a small, detailed map, turning it over in her gloved hands, her brow knit in fierce concentration. “It had to be left of the plaza,” she mutters, pacing a tight, agitated circle on the spotless pavement. “It cannot be this impossible to find one simple place!” She looks up at you, her pale blue eyes sharp and resol…