"You know guys, she's right"
"Oh, so NOW your on my side!"
"I was always on your side!"
Finally the black bowed girl blew out her candle, prompting cries of surprise from the blond and the red-headed child. Weiss Schnee turned with a huff, slowing heading back towards the spot she had chosen. 'My dust she is annoying! Why did the headmaster even allow her to apply? Only an idiot can manage to explode sealed dust.' Having reached her spot in the hall, she began to lie down with a sigh. 'I'm the heiress of the SDC, why must I sleep on the ground like some Fanuas trash.' And at long last, Weiss finally relaxed her guard, and allowed sleep to take her.
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In space unknown, the grand being watched the white clad girl enter the realm of dreams. Using their influence on the realm, they melded her dream with a new reality, lightly chuckling at the child's confusion. Let the lessons begin.
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Weiss was confused. She had just fallen asleep in Beacon's Auditorium, and now she was standing in a castle ruined throne room. Glancing around, everything was dull in colour, even the red velvet carpet the covered half the room, save a glow about 1 meter in diameter beneath a portrait. Upon closer inspection, she noticed the glow was in actuality a stylized circle, not too unsimilar to her glyphs. Looking at the portrait, she saw that the subject of it was a very feminine looking man, with short blue hair, blue eyes, and a golden headband. Looking below the portrait, she noticed a name. "Marth, Prince of Altea." Even before the final syllable left her lips, the glyph beneath the portrait began to glow brighter, till Weiss was forced to shield her eyes. After waiting what she hoped was a long enough time, she slowly lowered her arm, and her eyes widened at what she saw.
Standing in the middle of where the circle had moments before been, stood Marth, white armour spotless, red and white cape held in place by a large red gem, and rapier lightly bounce ing in his right hand. As Weiss stood there, she just barely registered the blue haired swordsman lunging forward to engage her. Quickly drawing Myrtenaster, she was just barely able to deflect the attack, moving her opponent's arm to her left, opening up his guard. Regaining her composure, she made a quick thrust at Marth's right shoulder, hoping to force him back. Marth twisted his body, avoiding the tip of her rapier, and grabbed her lapel. With a quick tug, he sent the surprised girl into the air, jumping to follow her. Tumbling through the air, Weiss noticed a flash to her right, spun the dust chambers house in the rapier's guard, and created an ice shield between her and the prince, catching his blade mid swing. Gaining control of her fall, she landed in a crouch, then quickly stood up and took the stance her trainers had drilled into her.
As she caught her breath, Marth had managed to free his sword. Deciding to keep applying pressure, he dashed forward once again. Weiss stood there and smirked. 'Some prince, trying the same thing twice.' she thought, lunging forward to catch before he swung. The prince simply leapt over her, grazing the back of her skull with the tip of his blade. Weiss was thrown five feet, stunned at what she had just experienced. 'His first attack was easy to deflect, so why did this one hurt so much?' picking her self off the floor, she was barely able to throw herself out of the way in time to avoid a powerful stab. Scrambling to her feet once more, she began to think. 'I'll never win on the defence, I need to go on the offence.' Spinning Myrtenaster';s dust chamber once more, she thrust forward, flame spewing from the tip on her rapier. Having no was to deflect the flames, Marth hopped to the side, and ran, Weiss following him, burning what remained of the once vibrant carpet. 'If I can just keep this up, I will win!' As if to spite her, her red dust chose that exact moment to run out, though the flames still lingered. 'No way he withstood that.' The heiress thought.
Panting heavily, she glanced around for her foe's body, only to be yanked back by the very foe she thought she had defeated. As she flew passed him, he swung, hitting the scar on her left eye. Crying out in pain, her left hand flew to cover the scar, as if to assure herself that no more damage had occurred. Boring her right eye to the prince, she saw with wide eyes, that aside from being slightly singed, he was completely fine. Her anger reaching its breaking point, she charged Marth with a cry. The prince simply performed the same move she had at the beginning of the dual, but instead of a thrust to counter, he brought his elbow up into her face, snapping her head back. As her head returned to its proper position, Marth brought his left hand up in a left hook, forcing her back. As she reeled away, the prince dashed forward, grabbed her shoulder, and hilted his rapier in her stomach. The two stood still for a second, though to Weiss it felt much longer, until Marth removed his rapier, and Weiss fell to the ground, clutching her stomach as she did so. As she fought the losing battle to remain conscious, her opponent leaned down by her ear, and as her vision turned black, she felt warmth, while he whispered the only words he had said all the fight.
"You are not nearly the best. Not even close."
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The grand being, pleased that it's message had been delivered, separated the two realities, repairing the damage cause to the girl before she bled out. "It won't do" the being softly said "for my first student to no longer be able to attend."
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Sitting bolt upright, Weiss immediately put a hand to her gut, preparing for the pain that never came. Confused once more, she removed her hand expecting to find blood and a hole in the shirt she wore, but neither were there. Her night gown was the same pristine white it had been when she drifted off, save the few tear stains, barley noticeable against her pale complexion. With a sigh of relief, she finally registered the arm her left hand was gripping. Peering at its owner, she saw non other then the clumsy red-head's sister. Quickly she released her hand and ran to the opposing side of the hall, miraculously not waking anyone who remained asleep, only to nearly trip on her own sleeping gear. Despite her flustered state of mind, she was able to piece together what most likely happened. 'I felt cold during the night, and moved to somewhere warmer. I guess the blond one is less of a brute then I thought.' Quickly packing up, she noticed a note and a vial, one that had her name engraved on the side, sitting on top of her pillow.
Glancing at the note, which had been written perfectly, her already sour mood depleted even more so. Tossing it to the side, she looked at the vial next. Her eyes could just barley make out a slight crack, large enough for dust to escape, but small enough to not be noticed. Alarmed, she quickly read the note again, then a third time in more detail. No matter how many time she read it, the message was always the same. "Explosions are a chain reaction. One misstep, and it goes up in your face." And it was always signed the same way, with a drawing of a small gray badger with a black tipped tail. Glancing between the note and the vial, she quickly made the connection, and quickly stuffed them both in her bag.
Grabbing the blanket, intent on getting a shower, before the morning rush began, she heard a small 'chink' as she raised her blanket to fold it. Looking towards the sound, her already paled face paled even more, then turned red in anger. Sitting on the floor, as if of to mock her, was a perfect copy of the man from her dream, though perhaps more extravagant. The 4inch tall figure stood on a golden base, white robes still as pristine as in her dream, the tiny rapier glinting light, as if it had be made with true silver. 'So some brat lost their little toy, and seeing it before I fell asleep, it became a part of my dream.' Frustrated, she finished packing her stuff before bending down and picking the statue up in her right hand. Marvelling at the quality and detail it possessed, she briefly considered keeping it, before her anger made her throw it in the trash as she walked towards the entrance to the washrooms.
She didn't look as she did so, or she might have noticed the statue vanishing into golden fragment, in a similar manner to the grimm.
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The grand being sighed. It's newest pupil had not under stood the message, and thus learned noting from the session. Peaking into the future, it discovered where the white one would have to be, and placed the trophy their. Perhaps she would understand this time around.
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Here it is. The Learning Game. I'm quite proud of this chapter, even if it's only the first one. If you haven't guessed, it's a Rwby/Smash story. I do intend to have of the Smash rooster, both Smash 4 and earlier, in this story, so it should have 50+ chapters. Pretty damn ambitious I think. Tho I can guarantee that the next fight sill be a surprise, but try to guess anyways. Oh and a BIG thank you to Neonazo356. He helped me with all the matchups, and even proof read this chapter off site for me. Wouldn't be possible with him/her.
If you didn't under stand the italics, those are notes/titles.
Anyway, review, be honest, and I'll see ya in the chapter!
