On Our Way … Still … or Again

A somewhat disappointed Team RWBY and others look back at Season 6.

[Author's note: this piece does not connect with any other Darkpenn RWBY stories.]

"Well," said Weiss, staring through the airship window at the sea passing beneath them, "all that was pretty much a waste of everyone's time. At the start we were on our way to Atlas and now, here we are, on our way to Atlas … still."

"Actually, I think that it's 'on our way to Atlas, again," said Nora.

"A somewhat technical distinction," said Ren. Nora shot him a look. "But valid," he added.

"Not a totally wasted time," said Blake. "We killed Adam."

"Are you sure?" said Ruby.

"Stabbed him – twice – and watched him go over a cliff into a raging torrent, hitting a big rock on the way down," said Yang. "So, yeah, pretty sure. If he comes back, it would be a sign of real desperation in the ideas department."

"By the way, I have some very important news," said Blake. "Actually, two things. First, I lost my coat. As you can see. Second, Yang and I … we are … she and I … are going to be … how can I put this … er, an item. Going forward. A, you know, a thing. A … together … thing."

"Ta-dah!" said Yang.

Everyone looked at them.

"What do you mean 'going forward'?" said Jaune.

"Uh, well, I … we … mean … from now. Sort of. Soon. Est," said Blake.

"Oh," said Ren. "I thought you already were."

"Me too," said Weiss. "Had been for ages. Seemed kind of obvious."

There was a general chorus of mumbling.

"Let's save some time here," said Nora. "Is there anyone who thought that they weren't together? Hands up."

No hands.

Blake sighed. Her cat ears sagged. "And to think," she said, "that I spent all that time worrying about what people might say."

Yang leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, making Blake's ears rise a little. "My sweet country kitten," she said.

"There were a few other things that happened over the past few weeks," said Ruby. "We learned more about Salem. Although generally the lamp thing was a pretty tangled-up mess. I mean, three questions every hundred years? Who thought that one up? It's hardly worth saving the damn thing at all."

"At least I got some new clothes," said Oscar. "About time, if you ask me."

"Hmm," said Weiss. "All that is true, but it doesn't really justify freezing our butts off tramping through the snow and the peculiar side-story at the farm. Well, maybe Cinder had a better time."

"I thought she was dead," said Yang.

"Oh no, she is far too interesting for that," said Weiss. "And far too cool. And no, I have not forgotten that she skewered me with a spear made of fire."

Yang nodded. "You know who else is cool?" she said. "Neo. Yes, I know she wiped the floor with me on the train, way back when. But that just shows how cool she is."

Everyone looked at her.

"I'm just saying it," said Yang. "We've all thought it."

"Oh yeah," said Blake. "Neo is so cool she's hot. And the fact that she doesn't talk just makes her … hotter."

"Down, girl," said Yang.

"Yes, Cinder and Neo teaming up would definitely be a show-stealer," said Ruby. "Could be a worry. As if Salem doing a Darth Vader thing isn't bad enough."

"So, do we have anything to look forward to, if and when we finally get to Atlas?" said Weiss.

Yang and Blake glanced at each other. "Hope so," they said together.

"Aside, from that, maybe," said Nora.

"We can but wait and see," said Ren.

Qrow had been listening to the group. He was unsure whether he was supposed to feel afraid, surprised or bored. He took his flask out. But it was empty. Well, that's just about the most interesting thing that I've done lately, he thought.

"What do you hope for in Atlas, Uncle Qrow?" said Ruby.

"I hope," he said, "that they have a lot of booze there."

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