Chapter 2: Shinning! Shimmering! BACON! *nomnomnom*
Philip's eye twitched.
As the airship docked, he, Yang, and Ruby followed the crowd out. From the docking area, they were rendered speechless as the huge structural view of Beacon greeted them in its entire splendor.
[Mother of God!]
[Magnificent. Simply Magnificent]
Philip's right eye twitched twice.
"Whooooaaa…" the sisters said together, simply amazed. But he didn't hear it.
[It's… it's… it's so beautiful…]
[A thing of marvel]
[Man's greatest creation!]
"The view in Vale's got nothing on this," that was Yang.
[It's a PIZZA STAND!]
[There are few pizza restaurants. And even fewer pizza stands. This is a rare sight]
Philip visibly shuddered.
As Yang and Ruby took in the sights, Philip had his eyes dead-set on the chain of food-stands; one food-stand on particular.
So he was hungry. That would explain the incessant twitching the moment he laid his eyes on the little piece of heaven.
He was about to make his way to the stand when he remembered he wasn't alone. He glanced at his two other companions. The fiery hot bombshell and little red riding hood were discussing about something as they walked on.
"Their so cool!" that was Ruby.
He decided he would just make a quick trip to the stand, buy food, feed himself, and catch-up to the duo. Maybe they wouldn't know his absence?
…
"Well why can't you swoon over your own weapon?" Yang chirped questioningly, "Aren't you happy with it?"
Ruby rolled her eyes. She flared her Aura which activated her weapon. Once strapped on her back, it unfolded into a large scythe that easily dwarfed her. She swung it around and rested on her shoulder.
"Of course I'm happy with Crescent Rose," Ruby said with a pout, twiddling the scythe. "I just really like meeting new ones! It's like meeting new people! But better…"
Yang sighed before laughing as she pulled down Ruby's hood, much to younger girls chagrin.
"Ruby, come on. Why don't you go try and make some friends of your own?"
Ruby pulled up her hood and glared at Yang, who chuckled. "But I did make friends of my own! Philip is my friend! Right Phil—huh? W-where'd he go?"
…
Philip squinted at the menu.
He was a few feet before the front of the stand, going over the list of the pizzas available.
[The All-Meat pizza!]
[Seven Cheese supreme…]
[Sea-food pizza!]
[Chili topped special…]
[Caviar Pizza! Wait—what the heck is a Caviar?]
[All-four-one… I like the sound of that one]
Now, when you frequent the pizza restaurant Philip does, you'll come to know that creativity may be bent, stretched, and twisted to the point where you'd consider things to be fascinating and disturbing at the same time.
"Pox's Blood for Pizzeria," was the name of the restaurant he frequents.
It was a place where "blood and gore," was actually a term for "pizza-sauce and toppings". Where "I will slice your throat in the shadows," was actually sound advice for secret coupons.
The dinner was that figuratively messed-up.
So Philip could be pardoned for just standing there with a weird look plastered on his face. Silently thanking the world to be normal for once.
The girl in charge of the stand just kept smiling, waiting for his order, "What would it be, Sir?"
Philip looked at the girl. She was a brunette with coffee brown eyes in her uniform, which was a yellow and red outfit with a white apron from the waist down.
"Pepperoni."
"How many slices—"
"Whole. Whole box."
"Ah, is it for a group? Because we—"
"No."
"…"
"…"
"…"
The two starred at each other.
[Oy! What's the hold up?! We aren't getting any full here! Move, girl. Move!]
[It's not like she can hear us or something…]
"Uhm, okay… the order will be fifty-six liens, please."
[Hah! In your face, Blue!]
[… That was just coincidence, Red…]
The attendant quickly went to work after he paid. Philip thought of looking at the menu again, but decided against it; he had ordered already.
[But, maybe—]
[{No.}]
[Well, we haven't even—]
[{No.}]
So instead, he decided to look around and admire the view. The skies were clear. There were little to no people milling about. There were trees everywhere. The buildings were big…
…
…
…
Yeah, Philip was not one to describe scenery.
Not too far up ahead, he saw Ruby talking to some white haired girl nearby a fountain. He couldn't find Yang.
[{That's odd. If I didn't know any better, I would've thought Yang ditched her sister or something.}]
[Eh, who knows? Maybe she had to go somewhere like us!]
[Besides, "we" ditched "them" first]
[{Point taken…}]
Little did he know that Yang did in fact ditch her sister. It was a gamble she made to see if Ruby could make more friends on her own, like what she did with Philip.
"Here you go, Sir. One whole order of Pepperoni," the lady presented to him the steaming hot pizza in a cardboard box.
It was a twenty-four square inch gift from heaven, all for him and no one else.
Philip smiled as he took his order; nodding in thanks before walking away.
He opened the box, and steam immediately wafted up into the air. He sniffed, and an all too familiar aroma invaded his nostrils.
Licking his lips in anticipation, he tenderly took out a slice and bit into it. After a few experimental chews, he ate the entire piece and two more slices in a span of seconds.
[The cheese is SO GOOD!]
[The meat was cooked perfectly; right to our tastes]
[Dang straight, son!]
[But then again we'd eat any kind of pizza; so it's a moot point]
Philip nodded finishing up his fifth slice. He was about to take another when a loud BOOM rattled the ground, almost making him drop the heavenly meal.
He sighed in relief, before devouring up another.
He looked around to where the mini explosion originated from, and saw Ruby with the white haired girl covered in soot form head to toe.
[Did they just… exploded?]
[S&^% happens… all the time... hehe]
Philip nodded as he looked on; savoring the seventh slice of pizza.
From the way things looked, Ruby was making a friend.
…
…
Trying to make a friend.
[Uh, things aren't looking so well for her…]
[The white haired girl seems to be berating her on something]
Philip ignored them. He believed on the power of friendship! Ruby's got this in a bag.
Not a moment later, another girl walked up to the two and joined in on the conversation.
[{See? Ruby already made another friend.}]
[NOPE, You've got a lot to learn, bruh]
[Watch]
The girl had black hair with a complimentary ribbon tied on her head. That particular feature stuck with him.
Ribbon said something to Whitey that made her march off in rage, two men with a trolley that had several suitcases on it followed after her. Ruby called out to the departing figure, "I promise to make it up to you!"
Whitey did not respond, so she turned around instead to speak to Ribbon, only to find the girl walking off into a different direction, completely abandoning her without even saying goodbye.
[…]
[…]
[{…}]
[Well that went splendidly for our young friend]
[Lmao!]
[{Shut it.}]
Ruby slowly sat down on the ground, pulled her knees up to her chest and sobbed softly.
[Uh-oh, moe alert! Quick! Punt a little lightning mouse!]
[No that can't be good. You might want to do something]
[Do a barrel roll!]
Philip was about to go to her, when he remembered he was still eating!
[{Oh s^%#!}]
[We cannot do anything, captain!]
[We can always set the food aside and—]
[That's not an option, imbecile!]
[Right, my bad]
He didn't have to worry though, because someone else went to her.
He was blonde, about as tall as him. He had a sword strapped around his waist. He had some armor strapped over casual clothing; black hoodie, blue jeans, and sneakers. He held his hand down, and Ruby gingerly took it. He pulled her back up and walked on, going somewhere.
Philip watched, a smile on his face as the two walked on, idly conversing about something. He guessed Ruby made a new friend, and that she didn't need any help after-all.
…
…
…
He ate two more slices…
-End of Chapter 2
Author's Notes: In case you're wondering how Red and Blue sound like; imagine Dead Pool.