What Happened After the Gryphon Ate Roman
A long fall, a last-minute catch, and it ends with pancakes.
What the hell!? He had been midway through an extremely good speech, and then suddenly there had been the screech of a gryphon behind him. The last thing he had seen was the astonished expression of Little Red. So whatever had happened, she was not responsible. Was that good or bad?
And now everything was dark and extremely smelly, and ... oh no. Could it be? Don't ... tell ... me.
Damn damn DAMN! Goddamn stupid gryphon!
He wandered vaguely if gryphons could, well, digest things. After all, they didn't seem to have stomachs or intestines or anything. Just red insides. Odd how that worked, when you thought about it.
But even if digestion was off the menu – little joke there – the possibility of suffocation was increasing with every second. Only one thing to do. He still had his cane in his hand, and he managed to reach the trigger. He fired, and fired again, and then managed to turn it around to fire in the other direction.
There was a rather satisfying screech. He fired again, and again. The creature gave a dying howl ... and then exploded into ashes. Roman found himself falling through the air, a long way from the ground. His suit, of course, was a total mess. And he'd recently had it cleaned ... again. One day, he was going to present those RWBY twerps with a very large dry-cleaning bill. At least he still had his hat.
But the falling issue remained, and was fast moving up the list of priorities.
"Possibly," he said to himself, "I should have thought my dramatic escape through in a bit more detail."
How come Little Red and those other pricks from Beacon Academy managed to fall great distances and land without so much as a bruise and yet here he was, master villain with so many nefarious plans still to perpetrate, about to turn into a well-dressed splatter? It just wasn't fair.
There was an odd-sounding whistle from somewhere, and something whacked into him.
Neo. She had a hold of him with one hand, and in the other held her open umbrella. The plummet turned into a downward drift.
"Sweetie-pie!" he said. After all, one should be nice to someone who is quite literally holding your life in their hands.
He wondered if he should kiss her. He decided against it. No point in giving the girl ideas, after all. But she was smiling her funny smile, which was sort of charming, really.
At least from here he could see all the chaos that was being wrought on Beacon and Vale, with Grimm, renegade robots, and White Fangers running amok. He could make out Cinder on a rooftop. Damn, she was going to take all the credit! That woman was getting well above her station, taking the role of heavyweight villain. She should remember that she started out as his getaway driver and general underling-person. Hadn't she ever seen the first episode?
They came down in a relatively untouched piece of Vale. Ah, the cafe district.
"Well, our night's work is done, and since we are both still alive we can proceed to that silly spin-off series," he said, as they dusted themselves off. Neo smiled.
Roman looked around. There was a little restaurant open.
"How about a pancake?" he said.
Neo beamed. She loved pancakes.
So pancakes for two it was.
END