Yeah..really hating my college schedule right now, but crappy formalities later!
Disclaimer: RWBY belong to Rooster Teeth, aside from the OC I claim nothing
It had been a week since the rampage in the amphitheater and repairs had been going steadily well under the supervision of a less than happy Goodwitch who still very much had her doubts towards the sequence of events that Team RWBY and Bálor had given them in the aftermath, but Ozpin had pretty much given the group a bit of a pass while promising to look into the situation at the Black Vale prison before dismissing the group to tend to whatever injuries they had at the time.
"I still don't understand why a prison gang would wait MONTHS to exact some sort of revenge plan towards him, and why hire an assassin that only speaks one word?" Glynda would rub her temples as she watched a group of students gawking at the still somewhat ruined gap in Beacon's wall, after quickly shoo'ing the group away and deciding to help the repairs along with her Semblance as she envisioned her problem student no doubt laughing at his victory over her. "One day you're going to slip up Mister Moonlight, and when you do, not even Ozpin will be able to save you!" A gleam of determination would shine in her green eyes as she began patching together what she could, the construction crew having removed most of the old rubble before starting repairs.
Meanwhile; down in the city of Vale, Yang Xiao Long would be waiting outside of a dressing room of her favorite clothing store as her now-boyfriend Bálor Moonlight was heard grumbling inside.
"Is everything alright in there?" A meek looking deer Faunus would look from the dressing room to a politely smiling Yang who would quickly glance at her name tag. "Your friend has been in there for half an hour miss, there are other people who need to use that..not to mention that he's been cursing up a storm under his breath." The dark-haired Faunus girl would wince as she heard another F bomb dropped from the other side of the dressing room door.
The blonde bombshell would look over at the rather pesky Faunus employee with a thin smile of annoyance at her beau's behavior, not that she hadn't anticipated such happenings when she had decided that the wolf needed to freshen up his wardrobe. "Yeah, look..Evergreen is it?" Yang would glance at the Faunus girl's nametag in a huff as a pounding could be heard from behind the door, causing the brawler to roll her eyes before returning to the conversation at hand. "Evie honey, you have to understand that my guy..my guy is not a fan of change. I mean you saw how he looked when we first came in didn't you?"
The girl known as Evergreen would think back to the moment at hand, remembering it well enough thanks to her friend who was working the cash register. "Check out the hottie who just walked in." Indeed most of the males (and a few females) had stopped to stare as Yang sauntered in like she personally ran the place, a silver-haired young man walking a few steps behind her while bobbing his head to whatever was playing over his headphones as she remembered a faded and beat up t-shirt and ripped jeans. "How did a mook like that land someone like her?" The Faunus girl would frown as looked back at the dressing room door as the pounding and cursing finally subsided before slowly creaking open as the silver-haired teen poked his head from outside.
"For the record, everything fits..does that mean I can change back into my normal clothes now?" His amber eyes would stare at Yang pleadingly as he was hoping against hope that he wouldn't have to model for her amusement, but the blonde would grin mischievously as she gestured for the wolf Faunus to step out of the dressing room. Bálor would stifle a groan before stepping out of the dressing room in a pair of tight-looking blue jeans and a clean white button up shirt with a frown of disgust before giving a bit of a twirl, the irritation he was feeling at the moment was dampened by the small comfort that she had allowed him to keep his favorite checkerboard-patterned shoes despite the fact that they were just as worn as the rest of his ensemble. "Now I understand why Sun never wears anything this fancy, I feel like an idiot right now."
Yang would smile proudly as she admired his more "normal" looking apparel, sure she loved the silver-haired classmate to death and had endured a lot of crap to finally bring their relationship into existence but she often wondered why he insisted upon wearing clothing that was worn, falling apart in some places, or even stained. So the brawler had taken it upon herself to give him a much more modest look that didn't completely cause the people around them to do a double take and wonder how the heck the two of them had ended up together, although judging by the glum look upon his face that she was the only one who seemed pleased by this upgrade.
"It's not that terrible B; you can still wear all the Bullet Club gear you want around the dorms, plus think of the brownie points you'll get with Goodwitch for dressing like "a proper member of society" Yang would snicker as she finished the sentence with a posh imitation of their professor, the wolf Faunus frowning in thought as he considered the points she was trying to make. "I hate to say it, but Yang may actually be right about this one: Goodwitch isn't looking like she's about to stop trying to kick me out anytime soon, and I'm pretty sure that the others would like to go one day without the old gal scrutinizing their every movement." Bálor would wince to himself as he recalled a particularly harrowing day for the group.
It had all started with another boring lecture from Port, who had lost all Semblance of teaching them proper combat theory and instead had fallen into a story about conquering a small group of Alpha Ursa. Something that even a well-trained group of soldiers had some trouble with, and that was without counting injuries or an unfortunate casualty, but even still there was little focus on how to survive that kind of attack or even work together with your fellow Huntsman to break through.
"Man that man can brag up a storm when he feels like it." Bálor would sigh as he stared down at the sketchpad he had brought with him, the battle with Weiss's assassin had taught the wolf a very painful lesson in that even with all the training he had accrued over his hard life didn't mean shit if he was too lazy to use any of it properly. "If it weren't for Ruby, Blake, and Yang..I'd be dead and Weiss would be riding high off of getting away with murder…Somehow." Gritting his teeth, the wolf would look down at the barebones designs for a replacement weapon: One was a spear that transformed into a modified pistol that shot crossbow bolts tipped with various kinds of Dust. The other being a pair of hook blades that when combined became a pretty powerful sniper rifle, with what was probably an equally powerful recoil following a shot.
"Ooh, those hook blades look pretty wicked." Yang would lean over curiously to sneak a peek at his latest idea, while Weiss and Ruby were sitting a row below them with the heiress studiously taking notes while her cookie-loving cohort was no doubt doodling something that would make her laugh uproariously for hours. "But I don't see how you'd be able to use them telekinetically, one wrong move and you'd probably end up striking yourself wouldn't you?"
The brawler would look to her amber-eyed companion out of concern, not surprised to see the familiar crease in his brow as he mulled over the ideas upon his sketchpad. "Baby, let's head out into Vale after class. You look like you could use a break from all of this. You're so wound up after all everything that's happened, that you haven't even tried to Too Sweet me." The brawler would bite her lip to keep from adding in the phrase "not that I'm complaining.", her worries would deepen as he simply responded with a silent nod before the timer finally went off, signaling that the class could leave. However as the five of them were preparing to make their way out of the classroom, Port would immediately block their exit with a stern look upon his usually jolly face. (or at least what HE believed passed for jolly anyhow.)
"Professor Goodwitch asked that I keep the five of you back for additional questioning regarding the incident in the amphitheater." The older Huntsman took notice of the drooping eyelids of the silver-haired wolf and cleared his throat loudly in order to startle the young man awake. "You've been looking quite the wreck lately Moonlight, perhaps there's something troubling your mind and keeping you from getting proper rest." Port's tone would take on a more accusatory edge as he spoke, prompting Yang to step forward and go to her not-so better half's defense.
"Hey! We told Ozpin everything we know when that mess happened, our stories haven't changed since then nor will they change now!" The blonde could feel her adrenaline beginning to surge through her body, her hair beginning to shimmer brightly as her eyes flickered from lilac to red as she continued to let the anger seep out slowly before feeling a familiar hand upon her shoulder as she glanced over to see her own Faunus partner silently shaking her head. "It's just not right Professor, that day was bad for everyone…"
The sound of aggressive clicking heels would cut through the tense atmosphere as Goodwitch finally entered the room, her eyes immediately locking onto the sleep deprived Faunus with determination. "You're right on one count miss Xiao Long that day was a horrible mess for students and staff alike, however there have been a few discrepancies between the story that the five of you have given us and the actual facts we have acquired throughout the course of our investigation." The older woman would raise a curious eyebrow as she looked upon the faces of her students: Ruby was visibly concerned for her team but did her best to keep to keep a brave face as a leader should, Weiss visibly bit her lip nervously as her ice blue eyes darted from her own partner to the young man that Glynda considered suspect number one in this whole debacle. "Miss Schnee may prove to be the weaker link in this chain of silence, with how skittish she seems to be acting there's definitely bothering her about all of this." Goodwitch would then notice the troubled look upon Blake's face as she tried to calm down an obviously frustrated Yang whose fists were clearly balled up and poised to fight. "And then there's Yang, clearly Peter's earlier statement seems to have rattled something inside of her."
The bespectacled Huntress would sigh audibly before straightening her posture and getting the attention of the room by clearing her throat and adapting a hard look to her features, everyone immediately snapping to attention with the exception of a somewhat startled Ruby Rose.
"Now everyone, here's what's going to happen: I'm going to interrogate the five of you separately in order to ensure both the consistency of your story, as well as the absolute honesty that is to be expected of true Huntsman and Huntresses."
The wolf Faunus would frown as he remembered the cold and emotionless look upon Goodwitch's admittedly beautiful face, the woman clearly wasn't just playing on some simple grudge towards his flouting the school rules anymore and was determined to dig down to the truth of it all.
"As much as I'd love to be able to throw Schnee under the bus and end this madness, Weiss going to jail would be a PR nightmare for the SDC, not to mention that it would shatter poor Ruby to see her partner hauled off to the pokey." Bálor's amber eyes would tremble as he tried not to picture a heartbroken Ruby Rose and failing miserably as a single tear fell onto his shoe, but as he say Yang paying for the rest of his new "proper" clothing while busily chatting up the guy at the register he would be reminded where his loyalties were supposed to be. "And a broken Ruby means a furious Yang, and a furious Yang means that all of Beacon is in for a bad time!" He would immediately wipe his eyes, even sneaking in a quick smack to his cheek as he reveled in the familiar comfort of his own clothing, especially since this would be the last time he would be able to feel this comfortable for a long while.
Especially if Goodwitch's ironic little witch hunt against him happened to yield the evidence she was desperately seeking.
For the record, yes I know Long Road Home won the bloody poll and that next chapter is being hashed out. Expect it up by Sunday if not sooner, but the gap between Conversations and Roses and Moonlight has been bothering me lately, especially since there's a rule in writing that states "show, don't tell."
I'm hoping Code of Silence while bridge said gap between stories, while simultaneously showing the degradation of a relationship.