I don't own RWBY, but am quite frustrated at recent events that have transpired in the show.
Regardless, here's another short story for you all.
As promised, this one is longer. Just over One Thousand words.
The Three Dustketeers
"Hold fast, comrades! We will take the fiend down yet!"
"I pray thee be careful, she's a feisty one."
Carefully, two swordswomen approached their target, weapons at the ready. A third followed behind, not nearly as devoted to the hunt as her compatriots.
Their target briefly glanced up at them before deciding to ignore them, opting to return her gaze to her book.
"On three," whispered the girl in the lead. "If we all attack at once, she won't stand a chance!"
The closer of her two companions nodded eagerly, while the third just glared, obviously not amused.
"One…two…THREE!"
The dedicated assailants launched themselves towards the young woman sitting on the bed…only to land on an empty mattress as their target dissipated into nothingness.
"Huh? Where'd she go?" asked the youngest of the attackers.
"She must have used her semblance to get away," guessed the blonde.
The third just rolled her eyes, still trying to figure out how she got caught up in such nonsense.
"Remind me why we are doing this?" She asked, clearly irked.
"To build team character," replied Ruby, leading the way out of the dorm.
"Then why are we hunting Blake?" Weiss challenged. "Why doesn't she have to carry one of these?"
As she spoke, the heiress held up her weapon to further push her point.
Her weapon wasn't really much of a weapon at all. Her team leader had taken it upon herself to create new weapons for each of them, specifically for this exercise.
What Weiss was now holding, was sword. But it was a sword made from a white balloon that would typically have been used by a circus clown or magician to make a cute poodle or something.
That's right; the esteemed fencer had been reduced to fighting with balloon animals.
"Because she's the villain." Ruby explained, waving her own red balloon for emphasis. "Villains always get cooler weapons in the movies, which is why I gave her a gun that shoots foam darts."
Weiss scowled. "But why is Blake the villain? If this supposed to be a team exercise shouldn't she be –I don't know- on our team?"
"But then who would be our villain?" Ruby pouted.
"I'm sure you could find someone who is willing to do that."
"Hey, how about Team JNPR?" Yang asked.
"You want to give Nora a dart gun?"
"Good point."
"Besides," Ruby cut in. "If Blake were on our team, we couldn't be the three Musketeers."
"I'm pretty sure the three Musketeers didn't use balloons as weapons."
"Yeah, well Professor Goodwitch won't let us use our real weapons to run around campus."
"Well it doesn't matter. We've still got a cat to catch."
"Ugh. Fine. Let's get this over with."
"Yay! Weissy's gonna play with us!"
"Whatever. Let's just find Blake so we can finish this and I can pop this stupid thing."
Chuckling at Weiss' lack of fun, the trio found themselves in one of Beacon's vast courtyards as they searched for their traitorous friend.
They didn't make it far when Ruby suddenly cried out in pain.
Turning around, her fellow Blake-hunters saw a suction cup dart sticking to her head. Turning again, they saw a shadow rush past and disappear into the building.
Yang was about to give chase, but stopped as she heard her sister call out to her.
"Yang… Yang, I've been hit."
Yang sped back and dropped her sword as she collapsed at her sister's side.
"It's okay Rubes. You're going to be fine."
Weiss watched Yang's yellow balloon bounce a couple times before joining her at Ruby's side.
"Do you have any idea how ridiculous you two look right now?"
"Hey, show some sympathy," Ruby rasped. "I'm dying over here!"
Weiss sighed and leaned over to grab the dart. It came off Ruby's head with a faint 'pop'.
"You're not dying," she said. "Now come on. Blake got away."
"Spoilsport," Ruby muttered at she got to her feet.
"What was that?" Weiss hissed.
"N-nothing."
Yang chuckled as Weiss turned on her.
"And you, why didn't you just go after her and finish this game? You're the one who encouraged Ruby as she came up with this ridiculous idea!"
"My sister was dying!"
"No she wasn't! It was just a dart."
"It could have been poisoned!"
"Yang, it is made of foam. It's a toy. Why would Blake poison a toy?"
"One can never comprehend the thoughts of an evil mastermind."
Weiss just stared at her.
"You can't possibly be serious."
Seeing that Yang truly believed her partner had poisoned her sister, Weiss decided she had had enough.
"That's it, I'm done. I can't keep this up. You two can continue chasing Blake with your balloons, but I am done."
Weiss formed a glyph and used its force to pop her balloon.
Sending one last glare at the sisters, she stormed off back to their dorm.
Ruby watched her go sadly. The Three Musketeers were down to two.
In all honesty, she had been surprised when Weiss had agreed to join at all. Didn't mean it was easy to watch her leave.
"What now?" she asked.
"Well, we'll just have to continue without her."
Ruby nodded in agreement.
"Then let's go."
She started heading in the direction Blake had disappeared in, but was stopped as Yang placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hold up sis. You're technically dead. Blake shot you in the head."
Ruby frowned, but lay down anyway.
Yang took Ruby's sword and laid it across her chest, folding her hands across it for added effect. The dart's victim let her tongue hang out as she 'died'.
"So long, Ruby," Yang mourned. "You were the best sister I could ever have hoped for."
She jumped back as Ruby's hand flew up and her eyes shot open.
"Yang…" she croaked. "Avenge me!"
She let out one final moan as she collapsed into her previous position, tongue sticking out even farther.
Yang's eyed hardened in sheer determination.
"Of course. That killer will never know what hit her."
Picking up her sword, she headed after Blake, plotting the best ways to skewer her with a balloon.
A/N: You were warned of potential ridiculousness, were you not?
