Team RWBY Gives Back To The Kids
Chapter 1: A Simple Request
Hello, readers! It is I, The Draigg, back from his brief hiatus to recharge his creativity cells! Now, here's that sequel to The Sounds Of Vale I promised to you! I hope that you're ready for this! By now, you should know by now that I don't own RWBY, or anything else I write about here. Now… For the rebirth of the ideals of writing… For the success of my stories! SOLOMON—No, ! I HAVE RETURNED!
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Charity was something that Mr. Schnee had very little time or interest to consider doing. Sure, the Schnee Dust Company was widely known for being generous in their donations to various charities and organizations under the name of Mr. Schnee, but it was mostly his personal assistants who took care of those matters. He only could afford to lend his time if the charity in question was big enough for him to make an appearance.
But, normally, he had too much on his plate at one time to care about that. Between fending off multiple White Fang attacks and running a multi-million lien company, generosity was one of the last things on his mind.
Like, take today for example. Right now, he was concerned with looking over the information dossiers that his spies had gathered on Team RWBY, while seated at his desk. Mr. Schnee had to admit, the information-gatherers really did a good job. Maybe he could give them a slight raise for their work. Those people had certainly earned it, as they had gotten almost every available detail on the lives of Team RWBY.
For example, the folder he was looking at right now was detailing the life of one Yang Xiao Long. From the looks of her academic records, she was an average student. However, on her personal file, there was several black marks for multiple offenses, such as (and not limited to), multiple traffic violations, unauthorized gambling, abuse and destruction of school property, and, oddly enough, one count of public exposure. Mr. Schnee didn't want to think of what that one entailed.
Before he could go on to see the data on Ms. Xiao Long's health record, his desk phone began to ring. Annoyed at being interrupted, he answered the phone.
"What is it?" demanded Mr. Schnee, his question very curt.
His secretary, Ms. Bow, was on the other end. "Sir, another charity called, and—"
"Let Brass deal with it," Mr. Schnee ordered, cutting off Ms. Bow. Ever since he had fired Mr. Silva for embezzling funds for his (what was it? Sixth?) mistress, Mr. Brass had been promoted to one of his personal assistants. That and to keep a better eye on him as well. Mr. Schnee suspected that he was hiding something when he reported on his daughter attending Beacon Academy a little over two months ago. His paranoia was proven correct when videos of Weiss singing at a student concert began to pop up around the internet. That Victor Brass was a slippery one, alright.
"Sir, it's the Azul Concern," Ms. Bow reported. Now, that made Mr. Schnee stop his train of thought. Certainly, this was worth his time.
The Azul Concern was founded with two interests in mind: to give exposure to the dangers of dust misuse and to raise support for dust accident victims. Given how much damage one uncut crystal of dust could normally do, this was a rather prominent problem. In fact, the charity named after one Miguel Azul, who, in an infamous incident, accidentally burned down his school showing off his father's dust collection. He survived, but his horribly scarred visage became the rallying point for public awareness on the risks of using dust.
Currently, the latest major campaign to educate the masses was aimed at grade school students. The project was called 'Dust Under Management', or 'D.U.M.' for short. Even though the project so far was an early success, everyone had agreed that it had a rather unfortunate name.
Regardless of the name, awareness of the project in the media at this point was overwhelming. So, it made sense to Mr. Schnee that the Azul Concern had reached out to his company. After all, who better to teach children about safe dust use than the major supplier of dust around Vytal? It was a clever move. Both sides, if they worked together, would receive a massive boost in public relations.
"I see. What are they saying?" Mr. Schnee asked Ms. Bow, his interest grabbed now.
"They're asking for some representatives of ours to be a part of D.U.M.," Ms. Bow replied. Mr. Schnee saw that request coming a mile away. But, who to send to them?
Then, a brilliant, horribly efficient idea crossed Mr. Schnee's mind as he absent-mindedly looked at his desk. The dossiers on Team RWBY were still all there, ready to be analyzed. If he could get Weiss, and by extension Team RWBY, to represent his company, not only would the company get massive amounts of public support, but he would be able to keep tabs on Team RWBY in action. In addition, he knew that the board of directors would love that idea. Those old men were constantly concerned with appealing to the 'hip' and 'young' crowd. So, if anything, Mr. Schnee was killing three nevermores with one stone.
"Tell them I have just the people in mind. Here are their names…" said Mr. Schnee. As he began to tell Ms. Bow Team RWBY's names, he smirked to himself. He wasn't in charge of a large, absurdly wealthy company for nothing.
His plan was perfect.
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The next day, a kingdom away, a Monday broke over Beacon Academy. Team RWBY was up to their usual antics, getting ready for their classes for the day. The dorm room they shared was abuzz with activity. Yang was hogging the bathroom, styling her long hair, Ruby was trying to drag a still sleepy Weiss out of bed, and Blake was wondering where the heck her text books were.
"Weissssss! Get up!" moaned Ruby, tugging at Weiss' arm.
"Nooo... lemme sleep…" Weiss complained, her face still buried in her pillow. She loved her girlfriend, no doubt. But man, she could be really demanding in the morning. Maybe it was her equivalent of morning stretches for her position as team leader. Whatever the reason was, it was preventing Weiss from getting her beauty rest.
"Ruby, just let her go!" Yang shouted form the bathroom.
"No! I won't let her education go to waste!" Ruby said back to her sister. Leave it to Ruby to try the impossible and get up a Schnee who had stayed up too late last night.
"I swear, I left them right here…" Blake mumbled to herself, looking around the desk. She could clearly remember that she dumped the books on the desk when she got back form classes last Friday.
"What're you looking for, Blakey?" Yang asked, still doing her hair. It was a good thing she could multitask like this. But, for some reason, other people just didn't seem to understand that. Especially the cops that kept on pulling her over for texting while riding her motorcycle. It was a proven fact that when driving, Yang was the safest person on the road. However, the same couldn't be said for other commuters. That's why she had her license revoked so frequently. But, that's a story for later.
"My books. You wouldn't have happened to have seen them, would you?" Blake asked her girlfriend. That question made Yang pause, even though Blake didn't see it.
"Yeah… but you're not going to like where they are…" Yang replied weakly.
"Well? Where are they?" demanded Blake. She just couldn't let a precious treasure like books be lost like that, even if the text books were as dry as Vacuo in summer!
"Umm… remember our 'study session' in Peach's classroom on Saturday?" Yang asked rhetorically.
Blake blushed when she remembered when she recalled what Yang was talking about. Sure, she had kicked her habit of needing her erotica for confidence, but that didn't mean that all of her kinks went away. So, during an impromptu role-play session on Saturday, the pair broke into Professor Peach's classroom. As one could guess, Yang was playing the role of a student looking for 'extra credit' from Blake, who was pretending to be a teacher. In hindsight, it was a bad idea to let Yang use her text books as props.
"Damn it, Yang! You were supposed to grab those on the way out!" complained Blake. Great, now she would have to go a while without her books.
"Sorry, babe! You just drive me wild!" Yang offered in apology. Nobody else batted an eyelash at Yang's corny excuse. It wasn't worth being dignified with a response from Weiss or Ruby.
Sighing, Blake replied dryly, "I'm so glad you're considerate,". Even though she couldn't see it, Yang gave a weak smile in response. She was feeling rather sheepish that it was her fault the books were missing.
Meanwhile, just as Team Bumbleby finished their squabble, Ruby had succeeded in dragging Weiss (and most of her sheets) off of her bunk. With a loud thunk, Weiss fell onto the floor.
Picking herself up, Weiss snarled in annoyance, "Ruby, you dolt! Why would you do that?!".
Ruby, digging the toe of her boot into the ground nervously, replied quietly, "I just wanted you to get ready early. You have a big day of education ahead of you…".
Weiss sighed and massaged her temples. It was hard to get angry at Ruby when she was being so sincere and simple. It would be like kicking an orphaned puppy if Weiss scolded her any further.
"I can get myself up. Just… give me some time, okay?" she asked of Ruby.
"Deal!" Ruby chirped enthusiastically. Her reaction time between moods was about as fast as her semblance. Only emotions on a slow burn could get to her.
So, bracing herself, Weiss began to get ready for what the day would bring. She never would have guessed what was in store for her and the rest of her team today.
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Ruby felt like she was ready to die as she sat in Professor Port's class, listening to one of his exaggerated stories again. She really wished for something else to happen, if only to get her out of this dead-end of a class.
"…And so there I was, with a baby in one hand, and a revolver with one round in the other. By now, the storm had picked up, and the town was beginning to flood in a raging deluge! But, even though my mission was to kill all the Beowolves in the area at all costs, I knew I had to get that baby to safety! My family name depended on it! So, I-" lectured Professor Port, before being interrupted by the intercom system blaring to life.
"Would the members of Team RWBY please report to Professor Ozpin's office at once? Your presence is requested at this time." Was the brief announcement from Professor Goodwitch, Professor Ozpin's ever-faithful assistant and confidant.
Ruby privately thanked the universe for throwing her a bone. It was a rarity whenever that happened, so she made sure to enjoy it while she could.
Standing up quickly, Ruby was anxious to leave. "Come on, Team RWBY!" she ordered to her friends. Following her lead, the rest of her team gathered their school supplies up. Together, they left the classroom.
As the class continued behind them, Team RWBY heard a small bit of Professor Port's story before the room faded form hearing distance.
"Where was I? Oh yes, the daring escape! So, taking advantage of the fact that the fueling station was damaged in the initial Grimm attack, I fired my last shot and…".
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As the team walked down the hallway to Ozpin's office, all of them wondered the reason why they were asked to go there.
"Maybe… He wants to give us awards!" Ruby suggested optimistically.
"What for?" asked Weiss, "We haven't done anything award worthy in a while,". Ruby visibly slumped at Weiss' words.
"Or maybe," Blake interjected, "Maybe he wants to talk to us personally about our grades,".
Now that was a fair thought. After all, they never got any credits for that concert a while ago. And, that small fire that was started under their watch certainly didn't do them any favors. In fact, the whole team was luck they didn't get any more team credits removed for that. But, Mr. Appleseed, the groundskeeper, was rather miffed about the fire. So, not only did they have to clean up all the leftover garbage from the concert, but they also pulled community service for a few days, mowing the massive lawns around Beacon Academy.
"Well, if that's true, let's hope it's something positive," said Yang. The rest nodded at her sentiment.
Whatever the reason may be, they would find out soon enough.
Team RWBY opened the doors to Professor Ozpin's office, and stepped inside. Hopefully, he could give them a few answers.
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There! I hope all of you are ready for this 'season'! And, more importantly, I hope all of you like this set up so far! I swear, I'll be providing you with romance, comedy, and drama all in one nougaty, chocolate covered package! Also, send JimboYokimbo your thanks for editing this chapter! He does quite the job fixing my dumb mistakes and being handsome! This is The Draigg, signing off to work on the next episode!