Story arc: Setting the stage.
So, uh. Hi. Not sure what to say here. First fic on this site. So... Yeah. This first chapter is short and crappy but it's a thing. It's based on the Reactsverse from Weiss Reacts, a hilarious meta fic that you should totally go read instead of this crap. Kudos to ElfColaborator for both writing that fic, and for giving me permission to do this one.
Anyway. Now that you've all left because of my babbling, let's start this thing, eh?
EDIT: Please don't let the early crappy chapters dissuade you from reading more. It gets better. The first few chapters lacked in inspiration, but that has been amened further on.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to RWBY or Weiss Reacts
The room was dimly lit, with a black ceiling, grey floors, and slightly darker grey walls. In the center was a large circular table, upon which was engraved the Beacon coat of arms; a pair of crossed handaxes above a pair of olive leaves. The light in the room shone directly onto the glossy surface of the table, spending miniscule rays of light to illuminate the outer reaches. There was a soft din as the room's occupants conversed over topics ranging from Grimm slaying techniques to theoretical physics to fanfiction.
The nine occupants of the room themselves were much more diverse than the chamber's color scheme. The group consisted of team JNPR, as well as Blake, Yang, Melanie and Miltia Malachite, and Cardin. Weiss and Ruby had shown more interest in each other than in the events that were to take place in this conference chamber; Weiss however would be loathe to admit that to anyone. Blake was calmly looking through notes and what appeared to be blueprints of something, trying to ignore Yang's continuous questions and comments that should have been clear to Blake's partner in antics. Jaune and Pyrrha were standing by the large blue doors into the chamber, conversing about their families. Jaune had many a story, considering he had seven sisters. Nora sat near Ren, quivering and stroking a pancake, whispering into an ear she had drawn on it "My own. My precious." Either she was working on a Gollum impersonation or she had a serious pancake addiction. Actually, it's a pancake addiction, no question about it. Ren himself, meanwhile, was flipping through notes and letters pertaining to why they had all gathered in this chamber, which he had had built specifically for this reason. Cardin and the Malachite sisters were in the farthest corner from the group, talking about something Ren couldn't hear. To an untrained eye, it looked like a normal conversation; To Ren, master of antics, he could see decent blackmail material even from across the room. He made note of this in his book.
Ren, sitting at what had been chosen to be the head of the circular table, stood and cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please?" He asked. He waited a few moments to let the chatter die down, but no such thing happened. Ren was about to speak again when Nora slammed Magnhild down onto the table, splintering it into hundreds of pieces.
"Guys! Ren wants to talk to you!" Nora yelled to the occupants of the room, who looked on with uncertainty about her sanity, and where they would set their possessions without the table. Nora smiled at the groups and returned to her chair.
Ren, unphased by the outburst, simply cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, we've gathered here for the first meeting of the reinstated Antic Order. Our parents, who taught us the skills we would need to commit the most genius antics ever committed by human or Faunus, once sst in these same seats, at this same table, in this same room. It was here the Concordat was drafted, here that it was signed. And we are here to uphold that legacy." At that, the room broke into applause.
The doors opened moments later, admitting Velvet Scarlatina, the local rabbit Faunus. She had something on her head; To Ren, it appeared to be a Weiss plushy. "H-hey guys... Is W-wiess-sempai here?" She asked, blushing.
Immediately, Yang stood. She had a suspicion about something, but before she could enact her plan for dealing with the situation they appeared to have, she had to confirm something. "Hey Velvet! She's not here. I think she was hanging out with Ru-"
"NO! WEISS-CHAN IS MINE" Velvet suddenly exploded, starting to dart for the door.
Yang nudged Blake, who casually pulled out what looked like a stereotypical 1950s science fiction movie ray gun and fired it at Velvet, who disappeared in a small blue implosion. "Sorry Velvet. No yanderes in this fic." She sat back down in her seat at the ruined table, while Blake mulled something over.
"I think that was the Velvet's Obsession AU Velvet. We know their Blake has cross dimensional technology already. That Blake isn't manly enough th-"
"Sorry, Blake." Said Yang. "You don't get to make references to Gurren Lagann or other anime in this fic. Our author doesn't watch enough to be confident in the references."
Ren shook his head. "Nine paragraphs and Zombi already broke the fourth wall. Anyone else think he might be trying too hard to imitate the Reactsverse?" Everyone in the chamber except Yang and Blake simply stared at the three, utterly confused by the transgressions they had witnessed moments before.
The doors opened once again, distracting everyone from their confusion until they saw Velvet enter the room once more, this time lacking Weiss plushy based headwear. "Hey guys." She said. "What'd I miss?"
Needless to say, the rest of the assembly contained a lot of boring talk about the rules of antics, as set forth by the Concordat. Followed by cake, which turned out to actually be a confetti cannon set up by Yang just so she could say that the cake is a lie.
So, yeah. Boring intro chapter is boring. And crap. Feel free to stop reading now if you'd like.
Oh, yeah, Elf, if you ever decide that everyone's favorite tsundere fanfiction reacting heiress needs to react to this fic, you already have my permission.
Peace out peeps. Cya next chapter maybe.