Everyone knows that the lions of Voltron, Defender of the Universe, a mech made from the ore of a trans-reality comet, was sentient.
But what no one could ever guess... was that they weren't the only ones.
Sincline, abandoned in the Quintessence Fi...
"I can't believe we're back!" A girl with black hair with red tips squealed as the Atlesian Airship docked at Beacon's airstrip, the afternoon sun shining high overhead. Clad in a black lace-up corset with four buckles hanging loosely over a mesh sleeveless top and a white, low-cut, long-sleeved blouse, she wore a red pleated skirt split at the side with a small, brown, belted strap across a pair of red shorts, a silver rose emblem shining on her hip. On her arms, she wore a set of black bracers with large brown buckles strapped around the wrist as well as black fingerless gloves.
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As the Airship settled, its engines slowing to a low whine, Ruby jumped out, the sunlight catching on the brown mesh tights that hugged her legs as she landed on the deck. Her red-hooded cloak whipped around her as her thigh-high steel-toed boots clicked against the pavement, her silver eyes shining with excitement. "Come on, Yang!"
Shaking her head, the blond-haired girl sighed. An orange-lined, gold-edged tan jacket flapped in the wind and partially covered an orange crop top, the coat's darker brown short sleeves shifting with the movement. Two long gold-trimmed rectangular tails hung over the back of fitted black pants.
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(A/N) She still has both arms
"Really, Ruby? We've only been on break for a couple weeks," she chided, the golden heels and toes of her knee-high brown boots gleaming in the afternoon sun as she exited the airship after her. "You don't have to—"
"Weiss!" Ruby shouted happily, spotting the Heiress. A burst of rose petals, and she tackled the white-haired girl in a tight embrace as Blake deftly sidestepped the young huntress. Dressed in a sharp, thigh-length strapless dress with a faint color graduation from white to a soft blue at the hem, Weiss returned the gesture with an expected, "Let go of me, you dunce!"
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