Laughing Stock
Hey guys, I'm putting down Regenesis for a WHILE!
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-= *Laughing Stock* =-
-= *Amphitheater* =-
-= *3rd Person POV* =-
It had been a while since teams RWBY and JNPR have taken notes on other students' abilities other than themselves. They usually just winged it and see what they could do and they would win, especially Jaune. Pyrrha worked him to his bare limit before they found out his Semblance was a rather useful one.
Recovery.
He could not only heal himself of his injuries but could heal others. When every found out it was the Amazoness that had unlocked his Aura, she was inevitably teased by the blonde brawler who had a world of fun in the end even though the cat Faunas and the Heiress reprimanded her coldly. The little rose instead laughed at her expense and congratulated Jaune on his new 'girlfriend,' leaving Yang to laugh louder in her wake. Nora continued to talk on and on about this at lunch and Lie only continued to correct her on almost every sentence she spoke on the situation.
Their vacations hadn't been all that bad either other than being completely separated from each other.
Ruby visited she and Yang's father, Taiyang in Patch. They had a lovely reunion and Ruby continued to tell him everything that happened in the school so far.
Weiss went to go check on her company and her father, Jaeger Schnee, wouldn't tell her a damn thing about the whereabouts of Winter, her younger sister. Angering her further, she took the Royal Test and ended up losing.
Blake didn't really have anywhere to go to, so she chilled in her dorm reading some of her books, and occasionally, 'Ninjas of Love.' What she didn't notice were the cameras Yang set up around their room.
Yang followed Raven Branwen, her supposed savior from the train wreck before Neopolitan tried kill her. She regretted it, but promised the woman to never tell their team about the things she told her.
Jaune went back to his humble home of Domre and apologized to his father for lying, but was surprised when he was actually glad he did it. Jaune Arc's father, Jack Arc, admitted to being too soft on the knight and was happy for his finding a team, and being a particular teammate to one of his ex's daughters. Jaune noted to never tell Pyrrha. On another note, Jack even upgraded Jaune's weapon for him, and he easily mastered it.
Pyrrha went back to her home of Troya in Mistral and apologized to her mother for leaving her school but was surprised when she was actually glad she did it. Pyrrha Nikos's mother, Theta Nikos, admitted to not picking out a better school and was happy for her finding a calling other than 'Champion,' especially being the partner of her ex's son. Pyrrha noted to never tell Jaune. On another note, she couldn't find her little brother, Patro, who loved to call himself, 'Locust.'
Nora went back to her home town of Jotun with Lie and the two especially had a good time. They both loved to hate, but hated to love the cold weather they received every day there in Atlas despite it being summer. The cold weather provided to ability to make snowmen and snow angels. They both noted to bring the others next summer.
Now, earlier the eight Hunters had said that they never really needed to note other students' abilities and that they could wing it and still win. Well, today, the first day after First Year Initiation, they were in awe of their own peers.
Let's recap:
When they entered the Amphitheater, they expected chump fights. But instead, they got a rule change from Ozpin. They would have to fight team on team. So, naturally, the two began conversing on and on about who and where to hit if they were called down and noted that if both teams went down to fight each other, they wouldn't hold back. So, as the bell rung its usual chime for Fourth Period, Combat Class, to begin, they quieted along with the others around them in wait for the fights to come to play.
They lamented as none of them were on time for the naming of the teams after Initiation. The seven Hunters were convinced by Yang to go out to a club on the night before Initiation, and after nearly getting arrested for trashing the place (Yang having done it a second time), they were too fatigued to stay on throughout Initiation.
Now, the first day of school, and they were curious about the First Year's weaponry. After a few matches, they were incredibly bored. Those few matches only had people in their teams with Classic weaponry. When they had seen the first few teams, every time they would look at Jaune who would hold up the upgraded Crocea Mors in anger at his and Ruby's team's antics. They would only laugh at his expense.
"And that's match!" Professor Goodwitch roared as a student's head was nearly cut off by a Tiger Faunas's weapons...claws...whatever they were! "Team SNOW wins!"
The crowd around teams RWBY and JNPR both roared in response, exchanging Lien left and right. Blake smirked at Yang who handed her twenty Lien.
"You're just jealous," Yang said. Blake simply ignored her.
"And now, would teams Trojans and Chains come down, please?" The two screens above the stage read on the left 'CHAS' and the right, 'TJNS.' Underneath were the names for each of the teams as Professor Goodwitch called them out, "On team CHAS, we have Crane Gunn, Herra Gunn, Anna Saww and Iridium Saww!" The team came out on stage underneath the screen sporting their name.
Four fully armored students entered the stage. As each were called out, the first wore a dark steel colored armor set with maroon trims. His visor seemed to have a smiley face on it, which freaked out the heiress. The second had the same dark steel armor only with light red trims. Her visor had a frowny face on it, confusing the cat Faunas. The third walked in with a light steel look and maroon trims. Her visor seemed normal enough, sporting a copper look. The fourth had the same light steel look with light red trims. Her visor, the same copper look.
The Gunns pulled out two large chain guns and aimed them for the other side of the stage, and eerie laughs through what seemed like radios echoed from the two, even making the blonde brawler shiver from the sheer freakishness from them. The two Sawws pulled out large chainsaws and began to laugh an even creepier one as they did so, yet again, eliciting shivers from everyone.
On the end of the chain guns lay their own yellow faces, one with a smiley face and one a frowny face.
"On team TJNS, we have Troja Iris, Joan d'Arc, Patro Nikos and Winter Schnee!" Jaune, Pyrrha and Weiss each made their own respective jaws fall to the floor.
"Joan?!" ,., "Patro?!" ,., "Winter?!"
Troja seemed to come out first, blonde hair flowing briskly to her side in her usual pony tail, sporting an ear to ear grin as people freaked out at her skyblue eyes. Joan was next, she had her own blonde hair tied to a braid and to the right, Jaune's jaw dropping lower as he saw her oceanblue eyes, similar to his own. Patro walked in in his usual maroon armor and smirked right at Pyrrha, who looked away in response. Winter, the fourth was almost yelled at by the heiress had it not been her friends as crystal blue met Winter's white irises.
Troja pulled out her weapon first, which seemed to be a very large crossbow. Joan simply pulled out her sword which promptly swiveled itself into a sickle. Patro pulled out his sniper rifle whose scope quickly turned into a sharp blade.
Winter simply grabbed her sword handle along with the sheath and pressed one button. Colors that barely showed themselves through little holes scattered throughout the sheath's exterior swiveled round and round until she clicked the same button again. She pulled out the sword which seemed to be a bright blue and slowly brought it down towards team CHAS.
"Winter, long range mode, rearguard with me. Patro, Joan, vanguard. Block the chainsaws," Troja commanded. They quickly complied and got into an arrow formation.
"What formation would this be?" the Schnee asked, curious about their 'new moves.'
"I must admit," the younger Nikos stated, "I am a bit curious as well."
"Arrow," Joan said while looking back towards Troja, "How about that?" she threw her a smile.
"Yes, this is Arrow Formation." The other three's grins widened, almost insanity sparkling in their eyes, screaming at the audience to run away. Almost daring them to make a move.
"Sawws, vanguard, we're rearguard," Crane ordered. The other three groaned as they readied themselves in a similar formation, through team TJNS wouldn't know what the enemy vanguard had in mind.
"Are you ready, you eight?" Professor Goodwitch asked curtly.
Team CHAS saluted while TJNS said scattered approvals in readiness.
"Very well, begin!"
Iridium pulled out his chainsaw, "Don't play with fire, kids." He smirked.
Anna pulled out her chainsaw, "Water is a friend and an enemy." She smirked.
Patro and Joan barely blocked as the Sawws seemed to sprint at them with a deadly speed they didn't know they could muster. During the Sawws dash, their chainsaws revved up and caused sparks to fly as the weapons made contact. Iridium's spewed fire and Anna's spewed water.
The Gunns in the back merely mischievously laughed again before revving up their chain guns.
"One hundred Lien says Team TJNS can't handle the Chain Gunn Twins and the Chain Saww Twins!" Everyone around whoever had yelled that simply roared in approval. Pyrrha, Weiss and Jaune ignored them as they stood, hands clenched, the trio yelling for their family member to make it.
"Patro, don't let up on her!" Pyrrha exclaimed.
"Got it, got it! Be quiet!" Patro yelled back.
"Winter, conserve your Aura!" Weiss yelled.
"I know what I'm doing! Be quiet!" Winter yelled back rebelliously.
"Go, Joan!" Jaune yelled, "Or else!" Joan's eyes widened in fear as she realized what he meant by 'or else,' and began to push back on Iridium's blade.
"Iridium, don't tell me you're going to lose to the d'Arc!" Iridium began to push back again as his twin sister yelled at him.
"Pay attention," Patro yelled in jest at Anna who began to lose ground.
"That backup would be very useful right about now!" Anna yelled back at the Gunns, who laughed again as their chain guns revved up more.
"Rearguard, switch to vanguard! V formation! Joan, Patro, don't move!" Troja yelled. Troja and Patro jumped past the two and began firing at the Gunns, their bullets either ricocheting off of Herra' armor and simply stopping in their path on Crane's armor.
"Have a nice day," Crane said, "or else."
"Turn that frown," Herra said, "upside down."
The chain guns began to fire, and the Schnee and Trojan being the only ones with physical Semblances on their team, put their hands up, and white and silver colored hands, respectively, rose up. Winter created what looked like a small black hole that was a bright white and it began to suck in bullets from Crane's chain gun. Troja however, clenched her fists and crossed them in the air above her, like two punches, raising a block of light blue energy, the sight of silver tinted it every so often as the ray of a shield blocked the oncoming bullets from Herra.
"Finish up with them, quickly!" Winter yelled back at her teammates, "I don't know how long I can hold my Vortex!"
"Got it," Troja yelled, chamberring her fists on the sides of her ribs before punching outward with a stop of her foot, launching the blue wall at Herra who was immediately launched into the wall behind Crane.
"No, Herra!" Crane stopped firing, looking back.
"Charge, Winter!"
"I can't!" Winter put her hands on her knees and panted, "Out of...Aura..."
"Troja, we got these two," Patro yelled, grunting a little, "Get 'em!" He turned his attention back to Anna, pushing a little more as she stepped back.
Troja looked back at Crane, who found his bearing and began to rev up his chain gun again. "You're going to pay for that," he said as the barrels spun faster every second. Troja's gun mechashifted into a pulse rifle. Silver gleaming and shining brighter than the crossbow it was before.
"I know..." Troja said, before sprinting as fast as she could towards him, gun raised. Seeing the charge, Crane activated his boots with a command Troja couldn't hear, they planted themselves into the ground, screws digging into the floor. The chain gun began to fire again, leaving Troja no choice but to weave around the bullets as she herself began shooting the same blue light she had used as a wall earlier.
The second she made contact with him, she kicked him in his midriff. This caused him to fly back despite being literally embedded to the floor with his boots. She put her weapon back on her back where she had unsheathed it from, picked up his weapon and revved it up. Iridium and Anna, thinking it was Crane again, began to push forward with more confidence. Anna, more so. Joan and Patro, however, lost ground on purpose in order to run from the barrage as quickly as possible when Troja would fire it.
Right as the weapon fully revved up again, Troja fired as Joan and Patro jumped out of the way, leaving Iridium and Anna speechless when they looked back as the flurry of bullets landed on them, causing them to fly back, embedding them into the wall on the other side of the stage.
Professor Goodwitch called the match, "And that's match!" she yelled, "The winner is Team TJNS!" Everyone roared in response, the guy from earlier losing his hundred Lien, splitting it between an angry Heiress and Arc. The two smirked at each other before heading back to their seats. The two grinning madly, Pyrrha joined in.
"What's up with you three?" Yang asked.
They simply pointed at their family members, making Yang go, "Oh~!" in response.
Troja threw the chain gun to the ground and ran back to Winter and put a complimentary slap on her back, "Good job, Winter! Better than that King Taijitsu we barely managed to kill in Initiation!"
"I barely...did anything...that time..." Winter got out through pants.
"Sure, you did!" Troja said a little louder in comfort, "If it wasn't for your Vortex, I'd be dead." She draped the Schnee's arm over he shoulder and began to help her walk out, "Now, come on. We still have four more periods and you're required to take six today. Two periods should be enough to recover your Aura."
Patro and Joan soon joined the two, "How's it going?" Patro asked quickly, "Are you hurt?"
"No, Patro," Winter said with a smile at him, "I'm fine."
"You can talk to your boyfriend later, Winter," Troja said holding the blushing Schnee, "For now, you need to rest."
Joan headed over to the Gunn Twins and helped rip them out of the wall by pulling every which way, but to no avail.
"You have to pull from the center of gravity," Crane said, "Grab my groin plate."
"Ew!" Joan yelled, "No! I don't want to touch you there!"
"W-What about me?" Herra asked, obviously flustered, "I-I'm a girl..."
"You, I'm fine with," Joan said, easily pulling out the chain girl.
"Now..." Herra said, grabbing Crane's groin plate and easily lifting him out, "All better," she jested, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, whatever..." the Chain Gun Twins stared at Joan who only smiled back.
"Why did you help us?" Herra asked. Crane was also curious but decided to leave the question to his twin sister, "We could've just struggled our ways out."
"Whether its a friend or an enemy," Joan said with a wink, "I'll help them when they're in need!" She quickly turned heel towards the Saww Twins who were in the same predicament.
After learning to pull from the groin plate, Joan easily helped Anna out, who helped her twin brother. They asked the same question and received the same answer. Joan happily waved goodbye before catching up with their waiting teammates. Team TJNS soon left the stage.
The two pairs of Twins regrouped when the otherstudents began leaving for fifth period as the bell rung, "She's really nice..." Anna said.
"Yup," Herra said, "And that Troja girl..." she trailed off, "She's really good at what she does."
"Like Crane!" Iridium half-yelled, somehow lifting the morale of the four.
"Yeah," Crane said with a hand scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, "But I made that stupid call. If I didn't-"
"Crane," Herra cut him off, "It's okay. One mess up and then we fix it later, right?"
"Yeah." He smiled at them, "Whaddya say?" he placed a fist up in the air, "No one's perfect?"
The three of them punched his fist, "Not yet!"
Herra grinned at her brother's honestly stupid outro he made up, he returned it as the four walked off of the stage, weapons in hand, ready for whatever came at them.
-= *Field Trip* =-
-= *Dust Chemistry Class, Fifth Period* =-
"Ugh," Professor Peach groaned, "I'm out of Sapphire Dust again..." she turned to the class who had been waiting for a while. "Anyone up for a field trip? We don't have to take any of the other classes, and I'll even notify Ozpin who will undoubtedly allow a trip for the rest of the day."
"What about those who want to stay?" someone in the back asked.
"You'll have to read three chapters tonight on Sapphire Dust Chemistry instead of one."
"I'm in," he quickly said. The others soon agreed.
"Where are we headed for?" Troja asked. She loved field trips but was always cautious everywhere she went. She didn't want to head somewhere that was uncharted. Though this may be least probably due to the fact that they had to get an item from somewhere where it has always been harvested.
"The Sapphire Mountains," said the Professor, "It's just north of Forever Fall...that was a disaster last year..."
"What happened last year?" Crane asked. For some reason, he and his team always had their suits one, even in the classrooms.
"We were attacked by an Ursa Major, and Jauny-boy here killed it," a kid said.
"Don't call me that!" Jaune yelled. Joan stifled a laugh and the Arc gave her a short glare.
"Would you like 'Vomit-boy?'"
"No, Crater Face!"
"I exploded one time and it was an accident," the girl in red retorted.
"How is exploding an accident?" Troja asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"Exactly, Ruby! Ow! S-st~op!" Jaune yelled, prying her hand off of his ear. Joan couldn't help but laugh with the blonde next to this 'Ruby' girl. Jaune gave her a glare as Ruby continued to gab at his ear, but when he confiscated her hands, she playfully bit his ear, causing him to yelp in pain. Blake noted to beat Jaune if he admitted it was because of her, Yang noted to tease them later and Pyrrha noted to beat Ruby later. The three girls' eyes twitched.
"Enough, guys," Professor Peach said, placating the anger-filled Auras now filling the room from said three girls. "Let's get this over with..."
"Right!" most kids in the room yelled as they headed out with the others, ready for anything. They had made it to the locker rooms after a while and began to empty the lockers of their gear.
"So," Troja spoke up to the Schnee, "Don't you think they should be relying on your company?"
"Well..." Winter trailed off, "Father's been busy with a lot of stuff lately, so he doesn't have enough time to go Dust hunting like he used to."
"What about you and your sister...uh, Weiss?" Joan stepped in.
"We want to become Huntresses," she said, "We don't have a lot of time, either."
"Does your family take mercenaries?" Troja asked.
"Sometimes, but were not ready to hire them as is, we don't have problems we have to take care of, so, no. Why?"
"I thought I told you," Troja half yelled, grabbing the Schnee's shoulders and shaking her, "I'm a merc! I'm up for hire! And I'm really bored right now!"
"We're going to get Sapphire Dust anyway," Joan soothed her with a placating hand, "Ask her later."
"Fine..." Troja grumbled, turning to grab her crossbow. "This job better be worthy for Amazon, though."
"Not everything has to be worthy for a weapon, Troja," Winter said, "I wouldn't mind getting Dao dirty," she lifted her sword in gesture.
"I know, but that's because that's an old Relic from the Forgotten Era," Troja rudely interjected on the idea, "It's probably been riddled with blood of slain enemies in its past years."
"Don't talk about Dao like that," she grabbed her weapon close to her and laid her cheek on it, "Don't worry, she didn't mean it."
"She freaks me out more than Ruby..." a girl in white, same eyes and all of the Schnee walked in.
"Big Sis!" Winter yelled, jumping into her.
"Calm down, Winter," she pushed her off, "I see you're in good hands here..."
"Yes," Troja got her attention, "I believe we do. Now, I'm Troja Iris, the leader of this team. I believe your name is Weiss?" she extended her hand to help her up.
"Yes," she then pointed to Winter, "and I believe Winter here was being a little bit of a butt." She smirked at Winter.
"H-hey!" she pouted and began punching lightly at Weiss's shoulder who continued to laugh.
"It's been a while since someone has made me properly laugh..." Weiss said quietly. Only Troja's ears were able to cuff the words. Instead of interrogating the heiress, she submerged the words deep into the recesses of her mind.
Winter then somehow dragged the heiress towards Patro who was obviously freaked out by her strength by the look spread about on his face, "Say hello to Patro!"
"H-hello..." he placed out a hand for her, to which she gladly took it, "My name is Locust-" he stopped as Winter glared at him and restated his name, "Patro Nikos."
"Y-you're the younger brother of the Pyrrha Nikos?!"
"Y-yes..." he scratched the back of his head, "She usually gets all of the credit, doesn't she?"
"For what?" Joan came into the equation.
"Pyrrha was known for a four way championship in Mistral, yes?" he looked up and into their eyes now, especially the heiress who nodded, "I got a three way championship, but I would've been the one with the fourth had it not been for losing the match after my last win..."
"Who'd you lose it to?" Weiss asked.
"Pyrrha herself..."
"W-wow..." Weiss said, "You must hold up good fortitude for beating her the other three times."
"No," Patro held up his hand, "That's the thing. She wasn't in those matches. That's the only reason why I won them."
"Patro," Weiss put a hand on his shoulder, "You're going to learn eventually, that you don't just win or lose a tournament just because of one person being there or not," her eyes then become fierce, "It's whether or not you know who and what they are."
Patro narrowed his eyes at her, obviously twitching, "Are you saying my sister is inhuman? Because if you are, you've got another thing coming," he raised his sniper rifle whose scope became a blade across the top of the weapon, gripping the stock at the end like a handle of a sword.
"N-no!" Weiss yelled, pulling her hands out in front of her and waving them around, "I'm saying if you know whether or not your sister is a champion."
"She had already been a three-way champion the day we fought. Both of us were," he put down his weapon, "The reason I lost was because we never talked to one another, we just...knew each other..." he let his arm fall limply to his side, weapon still gripped. "We never fought one another, we didn't know each other's strategies. Just brother and sister Dustbent on winning, greed beat me in the end..."
"Greed?" Troja said, entranced by his story. "How is greed a factor in all of this?"
"I was greedy for ammunition for Achilles," he raised his weapon in gesture, blade turning back into a scope, "It weighed me down. If I was scarce with my munitions, I'd been able to have more options in agility and conserve my ammo. Instead, I couldn't move as freely and overused my munitions. In the end, my clips were empty and I didn't dare point a sword at her. Did anyway and she beat me easily..." his eyes furrowed, "...with the flat side of the blade." He sat down and unconsciously rubbed the inside of his right foot.
Weiss blinked down at his metal booted right foot. His left was made of leather. "Why is your right boot made of metal?"
"She didn't turn the blade fast enough," he said bluntly. He pulled up the end of his pant leg a little, allowing them to see a large scar before more metal beneath the boot. Weiss gasped audibly enough for the group to her.
"That was my reaction..." Troja said quietly as she turned away to get her silver metal chestplate on, strapping leather around her back. Her right shoulder only covered as she placed a long, ebony pauldron on her left upper arm, along with trims of silver around the edges and the occasional etch of a white tiger on every plate. The chestplate only covered her upper torso, leaving a thin leather corset underneath. Jeans with leather strapped metal greaves covered her thighs and shins, along with the kneepads. Spaces inbetween the plates acted like oil for moving metal joints in a machine. She draped Amazon over her back and with a twist, her pony tail as well.
"Yeah..." Joan said as nonchalantly as possible, though a shiver was evident in her voice. She placed on her own chestplate but this covered her entire frontal torso, only leaving small spaces between her left shoulder guard and arm guards. Elbow pads visible and separable by eyesight between the plates of armor. Gauntlets covering the entirety of her hands and forearms. She wore full leggings, nearly hindering low stances. Greaves covering the entirety of her feet, the occasional seam filled with leather across every plate of armor. She placed a right spaulder on last, it was yellow with blue trims visibly separable, the occasional horse etch in turquoise. She placed her sword in a sheath at her hip. The shine of her entire silver armored form was entire except for the dull look of the right spaulder with her braid just over it.
Patro quietly let the pant leg fall over his metal boot again and lifted up Achilles and draped it over his back like the Trojan had done. He stood up with a sigh, causing the Schnee and Heiress to step back a few feet to let him breathe a little. He waited and tapped his leather boot for a second before quickly turning back to his locker. With his back still turned, he lifted his right hand and placed a few magazines and munitions. Leaving only four on the back of his belt. He placed two or three phials on his right pant leg. His thin chestplate and greaves on with an unusual pauldron on his right shoulder, letting a spike jut out in a creepy manner. Etched on the spike-like figure was a large horse buckling. He put on an arm guard on his left arm. He stroked his short, red hair to the right slightly.
The Schnee backed up to her locker just as quietly and put a simple black sheath on her left hip and placed Dao in it. She slapped at her light blue combat skirt that matched the color of her dress. Half tiaras held up pig tails on either side of her head of light blue streaked white hair. The tiaras holding up three spikes like Weiss's tiara had done on her oddly placed pony tail. Turning around, she waited as Troja and Joan stood up with sighs of their own. The four slammed the lockers shut and the heiress left with a goodbye.
"Is everyone ready?" Professor Peach yelled over everyone.
Scattered responses of readied up students reached her ears, "Good, let's go." The students began to pour out of the room, only to be stopped by Professor Goodwitch.
"Where do you think you're going?" she pushed up her glasses with two fingers.
"Ozpin already allowed us to go on a field trip. We're going to the Sapphire Mountains."
"Why didn't you let me take them, like last year?"
"We all know how that ended up, now didn't we?" Professor Goodwitch glared at her for a moment.
"Fine, be back by sundown, though." She walked past her for a moment before turning around again, "Or else."
"Or else, what, Glynda?" Professor Peach smirked at her, "Gonna cry to your boyfriend, Ozpin?"
"Ooooh~!" 's could be heard across the room from the class.
"Whatever..." she turned heel and walked away quickly. The evident clacking of her feet reaching from around the corner.
"She didn't deny it!" Patro yelled, causing an uproar.
"Calm down, calm down, class," Professor Peach soothed, "We don't want her coming around the corner brewing up a storm, would we?" the class ended in slight laughter as Professor Goodwitch called out to them from around the corner.
"I heard that!"
"Run!" Professor Peach yelled as large bricks were flung at them from behind.
-= *Rock Climbing* =-
-= *Sapphire Mountains, Northern Forever Fall* =-
"Professor Peach?"
"Yes, Troja?"
The class had been walking for a good while with their teacher. The occasional crunch beneath their feet ringing out for half a second before dying into nothing as they walked. Red grass rolling every so often up and down short hills. Normal bark colored trees with tinges of red staining each and every leaf. They were a few hundred meters away from the mountains before they saw the blue mountaintops through the short breaks between the tree's leaves. The clouds no longer touched the sky as a bright sun nearly blinded them.
"Why didn't they just call this forest 'Ruby Forest,' like the forest just outside of Beacon was called the 'Emerald Forest?'"
"Because that's just generic," Professor Peach bluntly responded.
"And because that's my name!" a girl in red called from behind.
"Ruby!" a blonde girl nudged her, "These forests were named hundreds of years before we were born!"
"I knew that..." she pouted.
Every once and a while, Patro would glance at his older sister who obviously knew he was there, just not paying attention to him and instead paying attention to the Arc on her right. Every time those two had looked at each other, they would blush a little a look away.
"Father was right," Patro said, startling her as he brushed up against her shoulder with a nudge, "He is your boyfriend."
"H-he is n-not!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" the Arc called, "What are you two talking about?"
"Did you know that our mother is your father's ex?"
"Patro!" she yelled, covering his mouth.
"Heh heh," Pyrrha looked at Jaune as he scratched his head, "...yeah, my dad told me that..."
The three stopped. Pyrrha stared at him, mouth agape, hoping that he would say no more.
"And~?"
"PATRO, SHUT UP!" she slapped him across his face. But, before he could retort, Jaune cut him off.
"And~!" he grabbed Pyrrha's arm, dragging her off, "My dad called her my girlfriend. So, it should be true."
Pyrrha, speechless, let him drag her away, a blush tinted her cheeks so dark it put her own hair to shame.
"Bwa-bwahahahha!" Patro let out, "That's hilarious!"
The rest of his team let out stifled laughs as Weiss walked over to Patro, "So, is this how you're going to spend your days with your 'rival?'"
"Yeah," Patro sighed in enjoyment of his sister's lament, "I am. What about yours?"
"Nah," she waved him off as the group started moving up again, "She isn't much of a rival but more of a massive pain in the neck."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
Patro stopped her, "You shouldn't treat your younger sister like that.
With a huff, Weiss responded curtly, "You shouldn't be talking."
Patro only laughed at her expense. Troja, no longer being able to hold it in, laughed loudly.
"This is funnier than the White Rose Fanfiction!"
The entire group stopped and tensed at the insult. Troja looked around in confusion, "What?"
Weiss, blush tinted her cheeks and bangs hanging low over her eyes, slowly unsheathed her rapier. "Say that name...one more time..." she looked up at Troja with hate filled eyes. "I dare you! Scratch that!" she pointed her rapier at him, "I double dare you, mother-" a whistle blew over her words.
"Keep going!" Professor Peach whisper yelled at them after putting her whistle back in her pocket.
"Okay," Troja's wry smile went ear to ear, and eyes became large with malice as she pulled Amazon from over her shoulder. This made the heiress freeze a little as she did not want to believe her eyes when they told her that Troja's teeth sharpened as she smiled with a wry smile. Winter stepped in front of her older sister as Joan stood in front of Troja.
"Calm down, Weiss! It was only a joke!" Winter yelled at her.
"Don't do this, Troja! You might kill her!" Joan pleaded.
The two sheathed their weapons with their eyes shut and sighed. With a normal face, "No hard feelings?" Troja asked as she stuck out her hand.
Weiss gladly took it, "None." The two glared at each other for half a second before the group moved up again. Quiet chatter continued on around them and Troja swore she saw Lien. She shook her head in disbelief as they continued forward, only for the group to stop for a third time.
"What's White Rose?" Ruby ran up next to Weiss who instantly ran off ahead of the group.
"Girl," Patro said, putting a hand on her shoulder, "You do not want to know."
"My name is Ruby," she said with strain, "What. Is. White. Rose?"
"And I said," Patro looked her in the eye, "You. Don't. Want. To. Know." The two glared at each other before Yang spoke up.
"It's smut between Ruby and Wei-!" Blake put a hand over her mouth.
"And who?!" Ruby yelled.
"How do you know what smut means?" Troja said, interjecting on the conversation.
"I asked Weiss what it was when she accused Blake of reading it."
Blake glared at her, and Troja did not let this pass her eyes.
"What does she re-" Troja tried, only to be cut off by a flustered Weiss running in on the conversation.
"I didn't tell her what it meant directly!"
"I did!" the blonde said as she ripped the black haired girl's hand off of her mouth, "It means-"
"That's enough outbursts for today, understand?"
"Yes, Professor Peach," everyone responded as she turned heel and began to walk, causing the class to skip in their steps just to keep up with her.
The group, quieted, finally made it to the edge of Forever Fall and stared in awe of the mountains. The slope slowly rolling up before becoming more steep with rocks nearly overhanging. Had anyone overlooked it, they would've easily missed the cliffhangers there and the ominous blue glow every so thirty meters.
"The bottom looks so...b-"
"Boring, I know, Mr. Snow."
"I was going to say 'barren,' but that works too." The leader of team SNOW smirked at her and she merely huffed in response.
"Taiga," one of the members said, "Don't insult the best teacher here."
"Am I really the best?" she asked with a brow raised at them.
"Versus the other teachers?" the boy now known as 'Taiga' said, "Yes."
She turned around hiding her smile before saying, "We need to climb. This mountain is usually scavenged for Sapphire Dust, but now it is nearly as...barren," she said with pauses looking at Taiga before returning her gaze on the mountain she neared, "...as Mr. Snow here had called it."
Everyone groaned.
"Whichever teams gets the most will have their lowest grades heightened to a hundred," she gave them the incentive as clearly as possible.
The entire class roared in happiness and began to spelunk up the mountain.
"Patro, make steps for us," Troja said, "Joan, copy and repeat!"
"Got it!"
"Understood!"
Joan and Patro said before raising their hands up. Blue and maroon, respectively, encircled their hands and the rocks began to rip out of the mountains.
Joan's Semblance, Mimic, is most certainly useful, Troja mused, At the same caliber of Patro's that is. Being able to manipulate Patro's Semblance, Convergence, like that, will make it easier for us to scale the mountain. And, if it comes to it, even get whatever the Dust is at the top.
"We got it!" Patro yelled, "Is fighting prohibited?"
"Hmm..." Professor Peach called someone on her phone, "Give me one moment."
After hearing Professor Peach ask a few questions on the phone, she quickly shut it off and turned to everyone in the class who stopped just to hear an answer, "Yes."
Just as fast as she had said it, students began to fight each other left and right, some teams even grouping together for protection and promises with help on tests, quizzes, even the occasional homework.
"Chains!" Troja yelled as they ran at them, weapons at the ready, "We should help each other!"
"What's in it for us?" they stopped their advance.
"I heard the Gunns and Sawws were all mercenaries, correct?" Troja asked, baffling the rest of her team.
"Yes."
"I'm a mercenary. We could work together on missions and we can split the Lien amongst ourselves and everyone wins. Deal?"
Crane looked to his side for a moment, before turning fully to his twin sister, "Herra?"
"Sure," she thought after a while, "What do we do?"
"Hold off the other's while we clear a path," Troja said, "We'll bring you up at the last second. That is, if Winter can handle her Vortex for that long."
Winter gulped audibly, "M-my Vortex?"
"Joan will help you," Troja landed her hand on her shoulder and looked at Joan, "Heard the Arcs and d'Arcs had a knack for large Aura Reserves." Yet again, Troja looked back to Winter, "She should regulate Aura to you to keep you afloat."
Winter smiled at her, "Thank you."
"Alright then," she turned back to the other seven, "Here's the plan-"
After discussing their plan with them, their plan went without a hitch as Troja and Winter ran up mounds of unnaturally moved rocks and made it to the top. Patro scaled the mountain without using his Semblance for himself, and instead focused it on moving Joan to the ledge the other two stood upon. When he made it to the top, he said, "Joan, your turn."
"Got it..." she said as her hand glowed an ethereal blue and Winter's a bright white. Two vertical Vortexes, facing downward, aimed for the Chains.
"Gunns, Sawws!" Winter called, "Come on!"
"Got it!" Crane and Herra yelled simultaneously as their boots unhinged from the ground and they ran underneath the Vortexes. They were brought up as the Sawws came up underneath them as well.
When the four of them reached the inner cone of the Vortexes, Winter and Joan moved the Vortexes with them and dropped them onto the ledge they sat upon. Troja and Patro already hard at work beating the mountain with their weapons.
"Joan, Winter! Take over mining here! We rendezvous at the foot of the mountain, got it?"
"Understood!" they all yelled as the others began to scale the mountain. Joan's sword transformed into a sickle before he began to pick at the mountain. Winter's Dao chopping at it.
"Lux was not made for mining," Joan said angrily as she struck the mountain again, pulling out a few Sapphire Crystals.
"Neither was Dao," she gestured to her weapon before chopping at the mountain again, "But we need the grades for this. And we have to keep teams off of our backs."
"Right!" she yelled, slamming the sickle into the mountain again.
"Sawws, stay here, the rest of us got this!" Crane yelled as they continued to scale the mountain further and further.
"Got it..." the two groaned.
"Foot of the mountain, got it?!" Troja yelled as she continued up.
"Yeah, yeah, we got it. Geez," Anna growled.
After leaving Patro and Herra behind, Crane and Troja continued to the top of the mountain.
"What are we doing?!" Crane yelled over the harsh winds that began to enshroud them as they walked through the light blue snow. The occasional short blizzard grazing over them.
"There's something bound to be at the top of high importance!" Troja yelled, "Maybe we'll get a reward!"
"I'd rather risk my life on something that won't kill me!"
"Where's the fun in that?!" Troja yelled back at him as she began pushing on the blue, snow covered slope they walked upon, "What's the point of being a Mercenary if you're not going to put your life on the line?!" another heavy blizzard settled in before just as quickly disappearing, "What's the point of being a Hunter?!"
Crane did not respond.
Finally, rounding a corner, they made it to an area with a wind standstill, with a cave just underneath the summit. Instead of checking it for Grimm, they looked out to the sun that hung low in the sky in front of the cave. Not low enough to touch the horizon, but enough to look like it was a meter or two from the horizon from where they stood. The sky began to glow an ominous orange.
"Should we check the cave behind us?" Crane asked, uneasy about it just sitting there unchecked.
"Nah, Professor Peach would've warned us if there were Grimm out here."
"There were plenty of Grimm on the way up. Don't you remember?"
"Well," Troja still doubted the idea, "I doubt there would be anything in that tiny cave."
Just as she finished that, a roar elicited from it.
Crane turned heel and planted his boots into the ground, "You were saying?"
"S-shut up!" Troja yelled, pulling out Amazon. "At least this is worthy for Amazon."
"And for Happy."
"Who?"
He lifted his weapon, "Don't you see the smiley face on the end."
She facepalmed loudly before the two aimed their weapons back at the cave.
"Oh no..." Professor Peach said at the foot of the mountain, "I forgot about the Wyvern."
"Was that a Wyvern?" Crane asked.
"What's a Wyvern?"
"You've got to be kidding me, right?"
"No," she repeated. "What's a Wyvern."
"Well," Crane said as a claw from a black scaled hand slammed the ground just outside of the cave, "I guess you're about to find out..."
The cave being too small for a large creature such as a Wyvern to break through, was instantly shattered. Ice flying everywhere, Troja placed up a barrier of pure energy again.
"What is your Semblance called, again?" Crane asked, not really sure what to say after the barrier came down.
"Pulse," she said nonchalantly as she waited for the cloud of snow to lift, "Like a Pulsar Star."
"Oh~!" he said, "But wait, how do we know that much about Space, but not even have the technology to go into it?"
"Beats me," Troja said, "Government is always secretive about everything, anyways."
The cloud soon lifted and there stood a large, dragon-like creature. Its hands embedded into the skeleton of the wing, claws protruding out of them. The scaly creature turned it gaze on them, amber eyes staring at them with a few blinks and multiple tilts of the head on confusion before roaring again at them. It reeled its head back, before launching fire at them with a lunge.
Troja, lifted another barrier protecting the two.
"Happy would be very useful right about now!"
"Got it!" he revved up Happy. "It's ready, pull down your barrier!"
"Not until he stops spitting fire at us!" As she said that, the fire lifted and she dropped the barrier. Crane then fired his chain gun at it, causing the wyvern to roar in pain as it began to flap its wings, gaining flight.
"We may want to run..." Crane said all too late as the two were snatched up by the claws of its webbed feet. Soon flying off as it roared in more and more pain.
"Ahhhhhhh!" the two yelled, "How the hell are we supposed to get out of this?!"
"I-I don't know!" he yelled.
"Well, think of something!" she yelled back.
Everyone stared up at the two being dragged around by the wyvern and instead of fighting each other, all the ranged students began firing barrages of Dust Rounds at the avian class Grimm. Soon, a girl in clothing with multitudes of colors and a large hammer soon jumped, quite literally, into the situation.
Foot on the underside of her hammer, left hand on the lower end of the hammer with a right hand in salute she launched. A smile that rivaled Troja's face plastered on her own as she laughed and whooped and screamed loudly in enjoyment of slammer her hammer on the head of the wyvern.
"NORA!" a boy, clad in green, yelled from below.
"Hehe!" she giggled, "Coming, Ren!"
"Was that all you could do?!" yelled a falling Crane.
"How should we know?!" Troja yelled back at him as she fell with him.
"A barrier would be very useful right now!"
"Got it!"
With large effort, she sported a large, soft barrier on the ground, to which they landed on. Sore, and not without bruises, Troja tumbled around trying to get up.
"Thanks, uh...Nora?" Troja lifted her hand for a shake, but only received a confused look from the girl. "Is something wr-"
"How do you know my name?!" she yelled. And before Troja could answer, she began to ramble on about random things, "Are you a spy. No! Even a detective?!"
"I apologize for Nora's antics," the boy in green came up and covered her mouth with his hand, "She usually like this."
"Ah," Troja and Crane said in unison.
"I take it you're Ren, then?" Crane spoke up.
"Yup, that's my last name though. It's Lie Ren."
"I'll just call you what everyone calls you," Troja said.
"I appreciate that." Before anyone could ask Lie what he had meant by that, they were quieted by a large screech from the wyvern earlier.
"Oh, we forgot about the wyvern..."
"What's a wyvern?" Winter asked as she came back into the group panting.
"That's what I said!" Troja yelled before Crane cut off any laughing that entered the group.
"Focus, guys! We need to take it down! I'll convince Professor Peach to give us all hundreds if we take it down quickly! Got it?!"
Properly motivated, the group roared in response. Soon, new barrages came from the foot of the mountain, as others came from around the sides. Crane then saw a flurry of bullets come from the center of the mountain.
"That's Herra..." he trailed off as she was able to accurately hit the wyvern in the face, "I'm not losing to her, though." He smirked as his boots embedded themselves into the ground and lifted Happy. The three barrels began to spin and the smile on the end of the gun began spinning, obscuring any proper view of the smile.
"Have a nice day," he said, "or else."
The chain gun began to fire powerfully at the wyvern, hitting its underbelly, causing it to scream uncontrollably.
"Haha!" he yelled, "Yeah!"
Just then, he hadn't noticed it beginning to breathe fire at him and barely dodged it. Well, he would've if he could've.
"Well..." he trailed off as the ball of fire neared him, "Sh-"
Herra looked down from the mountainside at her partner and twin brother. "Crane!" she yelled down at him as the ball of fire exploded on him. "No!"
She would've jumped down if it wasn't for the claw protruding through her stomach. The black, metallic claw dripped with a green liquid. When she looked down, the same liquid erupted from her stomach.
"No!" Patro yelled, only to quiet down when he saw the liquid, "Herra?"
The helmet visor lifted and showed her face. Smooth, silky. He was thrown off when he saw her eyes, a vibrant pink filled her irises. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before..." the claw was removed and she stood there, on her toes. Slowly, ever so slowly falling forward.
"No!" he ran to her, only to be blocked by the Grimm, "You..."
The Grimm lunged at him.
"Professor Peach!" the called turned around to be met with an all too familiar woman.
"Ah, Raven. Nice of you to join in on this fight," she said nonchalantly as she raised her wine glass no one knew she had, "Luscious should be able to handle this, don't you think?"
"Would've if you'd have fired by now, you idiot."
Professor Peach huffed, "I'm not the one who refused a teacher's position."
"That's because I was smart enough as is. How's it going?"
"Both Gunns are down. One by a Wyvern Fire Ball and the other by a Vex Praetorian."
"Ugh, Vex again? Those things are annoying," she said with contempt as she pressed a button on the sheath of her weapon and colors began to spin around at the top. It soon stopped on red and she pulled out her weapon. It extended as it was fully unsheathed.
"Aim for the head and then the chest," Professor Peach barely let out as Raven sprinted off. "Stupid Branwen..." she mumbled, "Dumber than your own daughter sometimes..." she glanced at Yang before the wyvern screeched above her after the smoke lifted a little.
She aimed the cup side of Luscious at it, filled with wine with a slight flame drifting off of it, "Take this, Wyvern." She pressed a clear button on the bottom that promptly fired at the Wyvern. It roared louder than anyone had ever heard an avian class Grimm yell before. Team RWBY put it at just a little louder than a Nevermore on a scale, however.
Anna looked up at the Grimm and growled, "Ugh, I can't believe I chose to be a close-ranger only!"
"We can fight the Vex Grimm though," Iridium twisted her around with a strong pull, "Come on, we have a load of Goblins to take on."
"Ugh, I hate these things! I like decapitating Grimm!"
"Well, decapitate them, then! They can't teleport without them!" the duo began to work flawlessly against them, Anna would decapitate one, Iridium would thrust a hit through its chest while it charged. This process was completed multiple times before Anna complained even more.
"Who had the nasty idea of giving the damn things armor platings, huh?!" she yelled as the tenth Vex Goblin fell.
"Well, Grimm Industries wanted to test them for war material...company didn't last for more than a year after experimenting with the Vex Grimm for so long. Now they grow the armor naturally."
"Well, this sucks," Anna said. "Can this get any worse?" Just then, a Vex Minotaur teleported in with a blinding blue flash. "And who the hell gave them teleportation abilities?!"
"The same people! And...and stop jinxing us!" the two growled in anger as they jumped around trying to hit the damn thing. They hated the old company to no end as they cut down the forces. After a while, piles of blackened red armor began to litter the ground as they killed more and more.
Just then, as they finished off the last Vex Minotaur, they turned to a screeching wyvern as it approached the two and more and more bullets tried riddle it as its brisk scaly figure as it continued for them.
"Well..." Anna said, looking for an exit. Upon finding none, she looked back at Iridium, "Nice knowing you, brother."
"And I you." The two watched as their doom approached them.
"..."
"Wasn't there an exit to the ri-"
"Don't spoil the damn moment!" Anna yelled.
"I thought you were a sadist, not a masochist!"
"Would a masochist want a quick death such as thee?!"
"No! Though I wouldn't mind a quick death..." he squinted his eyes shut with her and turned his head to the side as they waited for their doom, only for a rifle shot to ring in their ears and an annoyed avian class Grimm turned around with a pained screech. The two opened their eyes and through their bronze visors stared at the boy.
"Way to ruin the moment, Nikos..." Anna said.
"Do you two really want to die?" Patro asked.
"No, we just want people to pity us," Anna said bluntly.
"Pity or compassion," Iridium cut in. "Choose your poison."
"Shut up, Iridium. And...bad timing..."
"Yeah," Patro agreed, "It doesn't make sense to say it now."
"When would be a good time to say it then?!" Iridium fumed.
"When wondering how girls feel about their unreasonably short skirts at Myst Academy in Mistral," Patro smirked before getting slapped by Anna.
"I'm going to tell Pyrrha," she glared at Patro.
"Oh, no you don't!" he yelled, running around trying to catch her as she sprinted around Iridium, "Com'ere!"
He finally caught her and began to scratch her head with his right knuckle as he had her in a headlock with his left arm. "Gah, stop it!" she yelled at him. Iridium's mind screamed cat face when her eyes squinted in frustration as the Nikos relentlessly scratched her head.
"Are you two done flirting around," Herra said, jumping down.
"H-Herra!" Iridium yelled, pointing at her stomach.
"Don't worry, it's a secret, right, Nikos?"
Nikos stopped scratching Anna's head and looked up at her, "You betchya! Not even Pyrrha will know..." he trailed off as he grabbed Anna's chin and brought it close to his face with a glare, "As long as you don't tell her what I said."
"G-got it!" Anna squeaked as he let go of her and got up. She had hoped to Dust that he hadn't seen the red underneath her eyes.
"Wha'd he say?" Herra interjected.
"You...don't want to know..." Iridium said, defending the Nikos.
"What if I beat it out of you?" Herra asked. Unfazed, Patro quietly pointed at her stomach. "Noted..." she gulped a little.
"What did you think of her eyes, Patro?" Iridium smirked as he turned around at the blushing boy. The tint underneath Patro's eyes rivaled Herra's eyes.
"They're...nice?"
"Just nice?" Herra raised an eyebrow as her visor came up, revealing the pink orbs.
Diverting the conversation, Patro said "W-what about Crane's eyes. And Iridium and Anna's?"
"I'm the only one who had a failure in the eyes. Their eyes are just your average blue eyes," Herra smirked at him before her visor came down again.
"Should we check on Crane then?" Patro asked, "He took one hell of a beating at the foot of the mountain.
"Yeah," Herra said, "Let's go!"
Before the Sawws could ask, the chain girl and Nikos jumped down and slid towards the bottom. The Sawws overlooked the edge in curiosity.
"Ladies first?" Iridium asked, gesturing it with a hand.
"Why, thank you...but age before beauty..." she shoved him off the cliff.
"We're twins though!" he barely yelled as he slid down the cliff.
"You came out five minutes before I did!" She jumped off the edge.
Raven shook her head as she came out from behind a rock as Anna jumped off. "Crazy kids..." the avian class Grimm came around again.
"See ya, Grimm," she smiled cutely at the Grimm before she lifted her weapon. Soon, she thrust it down, causing a wave of red to split the Grimm in half. It evidently crashed into the mountainside as she jumped out of the way. Before anyone could see her, however, she vanished through a red rift that had appeared in the air from the red wave she created earlier. A flash of white obscured everyone's sight to which saw the rift as she jumped through.
"What just happened?" a student asked.
Professor Peach made up a story that when she fired her weapon, Luscious, a splinter from the explosive attack landed in the mountain, which evidently killed the Grimm later.
"Crane!" Herra yelled as she ran over, her midsection now bandaged up thanks to the Nikos.
"You excelled in medicine?" Pyrrha asked as he ran side by side with her.
"Yeah, pays off if you actually pursue one thing." He smirked at her and let his brows go up multiple times in suggestion.
"I-it's not like that!" she yelled, only for the Arc to run up next to her.
"Oh, really now?" he smirked at her.
"S-shut up, both of you!" she backhanded the both of them before running into the forest.
"Dammit! Patro Nikos!" he looked back at him.
"Ah, ah, ah," Patro said with a smile, stopping him, "Just because you're the boyfriend of my older sister, doesn't give you the ability to control me."
"I don't care! Get her!"
"I wasn't the one who made her outburst like that."
"You started it! I was only joking around."
"And you know how sensitive girls are," girls around them glared daggers at the back of his head. "Go get 'er, tiger."
"I hate you..." Jaune mumbled before running off. Patro soon joined Herra at Crane's limp form. A thin smoke still obscuring the wound a little.
"Get everyone away from here!" Patro yelled, pulling out a small kit no one saw him place on his belt earlier.
"Got it!" Anna yelled, "Iridium, let's go!"
"On it!" he acknowledged.
"Man, for a guy with a Semblance of a tank, you took one hell of a beating..." Patro said.
"Yeah..." Crane said, "That's what I get for being an a-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Herra yelled. Patro quietly grabbed a clean cloth and began to dab at the wound. Feeling no pain, Crane only continued to interject at Herra.
"But I am...even if I'm not fully-"
"Stop saying those things!" she yelled. She brought her voice down to a whisper now, "You were born human. And that, therefore, makes you one. No matter how much our families fixes us up. That's what makes us so...different! It makes us..." she trailed off, trying to think of a word.
"Unique," Patro said as he began to mend the armor with leather strips. Fully obscuring the wound, he looked at the staring Gunns. "I said, you're unique. No one's the same...more different. Simply-"
"Unique," she finished for him. She put a hand on his shoulder, "Thank you. For this."
"No problem," he smiled at her. And, if it weren't for her visor, he'd had seen her evident tint of red beneath her eyes.
"Wait, wait, wait! Does...does he know?!" Crane whisper-yelled.
"Yes, Crane," she whispered nonchalantly.
"And I'm gonna keep it a secret."
"He also saved me from a Praetorian," she added. "Which we mistakenly thought was a Minotaur at first..."
He began to scratch his cheek. "Hehe...yeah...and that's how I found out that she-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence." He didn't need to hear it in her normal voice to know that she was serious. A whisper seemed enough.
"Y-yes ma'am!"
"Finally subjecting to women, eh?" Pyrrha asked as the smoke lifted.
"P-Pyrrha?!" he yelled, fearful if she knew.
"Don't worry, don't know what you guys were talking about. Seeing as they were whispers, I'll keep the conversation a secret."
"Thank you..." Herra said, helping Crane up. "We are in your brother's debt. Do not let us forget."
"I won't," she said as Patro helped Herra with Crane's other arm.
"Come on, Crane," Patro said, "Time to go." He grunted loudly as he carried him. "You're really heavy, you know that?"
"That's what I said!" Herra yelled.
"That is the worst insult I've ever heard directed at me..." Crane said before smirking at them, "of all time!"
The trio laughed immensely as they headed back to the group.
-= *End of Chapter One* =-
Well, that was longer than expected.
I will be putting out a few more chapters as I think about how Regenesis will fare from now on. Until then, enjoy a little more...normal series...
I'm thinking about ten chapters, but after the tenth, let's see how that'll go, eh? Hehe!
I'm thinking about Omakes. You should tell me what you want.
Until then!
Now, for the love of God, let the next Fanfiction begin!