Full of Surprises
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No Coffee Burns
For all intents and purposes, the day was now over.
The hallways of Beacon Academy were eerily quiet. Classes were over. Diner was done. The dorms were filled with the absence of sound that study and end of term tests caused. There was a certain peace, tranquility and calm that even the wind daren't disturb.
And Jaune Arc was sick of silence.
His shoes barely squeaked as he make his way out of the library. Not a soul did he see as he walked through an adjoining passage. Even outside, there were no birds singing, no flies to swat away, not an ant to step on, no couples making out amongst the trees. The breeze was so still, a leaf simply fell straight down in front of him, with no horizontal vectors at all.
He was finding that, in the silence, all his senses were so much sharper; the weight of the books in his hands grew greater as he stepped into the dorms entrance. The tie around his neck, actually rather loose, was like a hang-mans' noose, lying gently on his shoulders. He ran his fingers through his hair, and found a knot. It hurt more to separate it than it would have if his attention wasn't so highly tuned to the moment. There was a rock in the sole of his shoe that felt like a jagged boulder of pain.
And all the while, he was enveloped in solitude. He hadn't seen a single person in at least an hour; the library had been empty, and the Librarian absent. The effect of it all was frightening, and his nerves began to fray. Never before in his life had he felt so alone.
Where the heck is everybody? Was there a fire? An assembly I'm missing?... Did I die, and instead of moving on, stayed exactly where I was? Is this limbo?
It was as he was thinking this, entering the floor of the dorms that his Team call home, he heard something. A series of somethings.
*Clang*
This was followed by a short crash, and a noise that sounded like something being crunched and ground up, sounds were a horrifying saviour, for as they confirmed the presence of others in his spirit world, they made his imagination run wild with the input.
What the hell is that? A mechanical Grimm? An engineering nightmare? The percussion section of a Brass Band?
Of course, he didn't expect any of these to be what he found as he followed the sound, tracing it to the shared kitchen...
V\V\V\V\V\V\V\V\V\
Weiss gave the machine one last thump, and gave it her greatest glare. She had been waiting an hour, and the infernal device had yet to produce a single drop of caffeinated beverage. There was, however, a sort of grinding coming from where she had stuffed the coffee beans, so something must be working.
She, of course, had never used a cappuccino maker in her life. She hadn't needed to. Now, however, she wanted to provide a special pick-me-up for her friends, and even though she had no experience with the machine, she had found experimentation had always been effective in the past.
And, as always, asking for help in something so trivial was way out of the question.
"What are you doing?" She spun.
"Nothing! I was only- Oh, it's you." Jaune strode through the doorway, making his way lazily over to her side.
"Good to see you too, Princess."
"You realise I don't actually have a title, right?"
"Does acting entitled count for-" Mid-sentence, he saw the ancient coffee machine she was stationed in front of; he noticed the nozzle that shot out the drink was turned about at a funny angle to the machine. "No, see, you're gonna hurt yourself doing it that way-"
She cut him off, her arms crossed. "Please, Jaune, I might have had trained baristas to do this for me before I arrived here, but it's making coffee. It's not weapon-engineering."
"That's cute, Weiss, but have you ever used a coffee machi- that valve there, you just have to tighten-"
She cut him off again, her glare turned fully on him, now. "Cute? I will thank you not to talk down to me like I am just a silly air-head, you blaggard!"
"Sure, ok, but you really need to-"
She cut him off a third time, with a feminine snort. "I need to do nothing. I am a Schnee, and a Schnee decides whether they are to be ridiculed, and since the sky hasn't fallen, and the world appears to still be spinning on it's axis, then I think not."
He shrugged. "It can't be helped, then."
She rolled her eyes. "What, Jaune, what can't be helped?"
The coffee machine whirred to life, and before she could move, the nozzle, turned about to face her, began squirting a dense mist at her top half. She ineffectively tried to cover the spray with her hands, and squealed.
"Eeeeeeaaaaaaah!"
Jaune's eyes go wide. "Oh, crap, you switched the-"
"Turn it off, turn it-"
He pulls a plug from the back, and the nozzle quickly slows to a drip. "There! Got it." The damage has been done, though; Weiss is soaked through and through.
"My skirt, my jacket, my hair! My hair!"
"Hold up, I'll grab a towel, or something." He dashes off on a quest of mighty proportions. Always wanted to write that.
"Go, hurry, please!"
Weiss, drenched and cold, enters into self-arraignment. It was a coffee machine, what the hell went wrong? What is wrong with you, you ditz? A child could use one of these, what the hell? Her anger and self-loathing take their toll, and she is at the verge of tears, sitting on the kitchen bench, when Jaune comes back.
"Here, try this." He strides over, with a blue, fluffy towel in his hands. He unfolds it for her, maybe offering to drape it over her, and she spots a small rabbit insignia and a name, stitched into the corner.
"Eww, this is yours-"
"I'm not stealing someones' towel-"
"Ok, whatever..."
Reluctantly, she pulls it around her shoulders. Jaune turns and sits on the table next to her, for the sake of it. After a moment, she hugs her knees into her chest, wrapping her legs.
They sat in awkward silence for a while, which Jaune delighted in; it beat the solitude he had previously enjoyed on his walk back. He breathed a sigh as the excitement wore off, and gave the girl a once over, as she rubbed away the water.
Weiss was pleasantly surprised at the state of the towel; not as horrible and smelly as she had believed a boys possession to be. She had also noticed that, upon taking it, it had been slightly damp, and she found herself imagining the places it had been used to dry previously. That was why her eyes were turned downward, away from Jaune.
He, however, was thinking of something else. Most people, after their first fight with a coffee machine, have a completely different reaction than what Weiss was having. He decided to press his question to her, so he made his intent clear, in an eloquent fashion.
"...Um." She looks up, and traces his line of sight. Oh, really, Arc?
"Yes, I get it, my shirt is transparent now, you brute, but if you think you can just wantonly-"
"Wh-what?! No! I was looking for... Are you hurt, or anything?"
"It's just water, what do you think, I'll melt?"
"No, but... you're not burnt?"
"It's just water, Jaune, water, H2-O, it's-" There is a brief moment of shared realisation. Their reactions are rather polar. "Oh."
"Pffffft, hahaha! After all of that-"
"It's not funny..."
" 'I'm a proud, independent Schnee, who don't need no barristers!' "
"I wasn't that rude, I was just-"
"-not even boiling, I don't even-"
"-is it cold in here or is it just because-"
"-just how long were you waiting for the- haha, the water? The cold, cold-"
"-can't have been that long, the sun hasn't even set yet-"
"I just - hee hee - need to - *gasp* - sit down for a-"
"-end of chivalry, indeed."
She stands to leave, covering her gasping companions head with the towel. She folds her arms, and stomps her way towards the corridor. At the doorframe, she peaks around, not expecting to see anyone; the last few days have been extremely quiet at this time. And, of course, there was a young couple making out in the hallway.
Of course. Any other time of day, and I would have a clear shot to my room. Great. Just my luck.
Deciding her hands were insufficient coverage, she walks back to Jaune, now with his shoe-less feet on the table, his hands massaging his aching abdominal muscles, and his face still hidden by the towel.
She pulls the blue material by where she imagines his hair, and he leans forward to let it slide out from under him. As it comes off, and she wraps it around herself again, she looks at the boy; eyes closed, but still smiling. She grumbled under her breath something about loathing, and at that moment, they both thought exactly the same thing, but with completely differing feelings.
Just wait until my Team hears about this!
(A/N: I hate Macs now. Not for any great reason, just that when our desktop decided to freeze, the only thing I could do is restart it, and the 'autosave' feature didn't work, and the Time Machine thing didn't have any autosave files where they should be, and I have no clue if that excellent first draft still exists somewhere. All I do know is that I've lost it, and this second draft is a pretty crappy shadow in the light of the first. Damn it damn it damn it.
Saving now, again and again. 'Allow the paranoia to consume you, young 'muso.')
The Devil Wears Briefs
Jaune's stomach growled hungrily. Lunch. That was the trick. The bell rang. The time was right. Lunch! He made for the door of the lecture hall, and a sharp pain hit him from his stomach. Lunch now!
In the mess hall, in the buffet line that distributed the food, he snacked on fries, nuggets, and pasta, temporarily sating the beast within him, calling for meat. He loaded up, a pile of beef, chicken, breadsticks, mash potato, sausage, a snack pie, and the thinnest slice of lettuce, for colour. The beast hungered at the sight, but it waited patiently. He had trained the beast well.
He turned at the end of the line, and just a table away from him, at the edge of the hall, sat team RWBY, who noticed his gaze, and giggled. The beast whimpered, knowing that hunger always took a backseat to ego.
He walked over to the ladies, approaching Blake and Weiss from behind, as Ruby and Yang watched him approach. He caught the last words Weiss was saying as she turned to address him.
"-speak of the devil, and he shall appear."
"What are you ladies giggling about?"
"Oh, nothing The Dork Knight should concern himself with."
"So the fact you were pointing over here a minute ago was..."
"Common Coincidence."
"Is that so? Well, I guess it can't be helped. The ladies do love me. It's the sword."
"I think 'the ladies' are more impressed by your confidence, than your 'weaponry'."
"Why thank you, Snow Angel, for noticing the new, no-holds-bared, take no prisoners, super confident Jaune."
"Oh, sorry? You said something? I was distracted by the fluorescent green underpants that some idiot is displaying to the cafeteria."
"Ha, where is the dude with the-" Her smile."-wait." Oh, no.
"And the thought has finally clicked into place."
"My jeans are unzipped, aren't they?."
"Feeling a bit vulnerable, all of a sudden?"
"Stop looking at me like that. I'm just going to turn around towards the wall for a second. For reasons."
"You do that, Team RWBY will cover- girls?" She had turned to her team, but they were no longer there. Weiss was the only one still eating, as she enjoyed taking her time, compared to her roommates, atleast. The lack of girl-power to back her up left her with Jaune alone. Damn them...
"They left about a minute ago."
"...hate..."
"Who's feeling *zip* vulnerable now?" He asks over his shoulder, as he adjusts his pants. He turns, and Weiss has to consciously stop herself from looking at the zip, just to check. Instead, she closes her eyes and turns back to her food.
"Just sit, would you? I'm sure as hell not sitting alone."
He pulls up a seat next to her, and through force of willpower, he manages to eat slowly. They sit in awkward silence, almost a habit of theirs now. Jaune breaks the silence as he pushes his plate away, done with it, and wipes his mouth with his handkerchief. The beast still had his eyes open, though, and it spotted dessert.
"...You going to eat that?"
Her eyes go sharp, and her tone matches. "Touch the pudding and die, flasher."
"Okay, okay!" Alright, different line of conversation. "So, how was Dust Mechanics 105?"
She sighs, poking at her pudding with a fork absentmindedly. "I'm still revising things I've learnt before I got here, but at least it's more current. I don't think I could handle 'Revisiting Ice Creation In An Enclosed Environment' again. Ugh."
"Have you tried writing your own dissertations on this stuff?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Well, whenever I find myself sitting in class with nothing to do- and wide awake- I just run with a thought. By the end of it, if I'm still awake, I've normally come up with a new, more efficient way to, say, cook Lobster Tail, Topped with Bluevine, with just a hint of lem- I mean, kill... things. And... stabby stuff. Yes. Manly." Smooth.
"I have been meaning to give an analysis of follow up Dust bombardment to fire-resistant objects..."
"Where were you attacking-"
She waves him to stop. "Long story short, assignment from Ozpin without all the details, had some interesting effects, especially if the dust doesn't ignite on impact, and you coat a bone-structure with different dust hues and send a current through it to-"
"Screw lunch, I'm taking you to the science labs; I gotta see this for myself!"
"Jaune, what are you- Let go of me right this- the pudding-"
He leads he out the door by her hand, even as she ineffectually reaches for her treat.
Sway With Me
Unce Unce Unce Unce
Lasers spin. Strobes flash. A spotlight winds it's way around a crowd, illuminating, for a second, a young man and woman, facing each other, moving and dancing in a sea of movement and dance. Those who have great observational powers will also note that in the sea are yet more familiar faces, those belonging to unforgettable students of Beacon.
Or, it might not seem hard to notice these exceptions. These are the only characters that are not black shadows.
The young lady sways, moves gently, more reserved than her Team, especially the girl with the long blonde locks, who 'boogies down like it was the Year of the Dragon'.
The white haired girl breaks into a smile, at her partner, also smiling, who is, well...
"You are a terrible dancer, Dork Knight."
"Hey, I was trained by the best, Snow Angel. This is what they call 'Crumping'."
"It looks more like a medical condition. Really, you should just concede, and let us ladies show you how it's done."
"Babe," Her eye twitches, "you are sadly mistaken if you think any of us will just roll over so that your silly girls will win the first annual Juniper/Ruby Dance-Off."
"Oh, thems' be, if I am not mistaken, 'fightin' words'."
"Bring it on, Weissy-Woo."
"Just remember, you asked for it." She looks over to the DJ and raises a hand. He spots it, and switches track, mid-song. There is an abrupt musical shift in tone and pace, from techno-house-remix, to the style of Big Band Jazz.
"What the-"
A smooth, silky, female voice breaks into the night. ~When, Marimba rhythm starts to play, stay with me, sway with me...~
"You bribed the DJ."
"All's fair in love and war, as they say. Oh, the girls were working on something, so we thought we might just show off. Ladies?" Team Ruby comes together in the probable centre of the room. The floor shifts away from the only people who seem to know what they are doing, and the four split into twos; RW and BY. They take each others' hands, and begin a simple ballroom-style tango.
"Oh, my." Jaune expresses his surprise, as the girls dance rather intimately. He spots his own team, and knows from their expressions that they have nothing to counter this ambush. The night is lost. Unless...
"~I can hear the sound of Violins, long befooore, it begiiins, make me sway as only you know h~"
And suddenly, Jaune is in the middle of it all, alongside Ruby and Weiss; "Mind if I cut in?"
Ruby, perplexed, responds on reflex; she had seen a few old movies, and it's clear that when someone asks for a dance, the only thing possible is to let it play out. "Not at all?"
Jaune bows to the two girls. "Thank you, my dear." He addresses the Heiress. "Shall we?" He steps close to Weiss, adjusts his posture, and offers a hand to her. Now that Ruby has stepped back, and with the whole room watching, she feels obliged to take it.
"Jaune, what are you-whoo!" He pulls their hands over her head, she spins, and, with a graceful step, he pulls it down behind her, making her fall into his waiting arm, while the other grabs her outside knee, pulling it up his side. For a moment, she thinks he has three arms. He doesn't, but the illusion is astounding. She finds her hands on his shoulders.
As he brings her back up, he says, "Did I not mention about the classical ballroom training?" A hand finds the small of her back, and the other pulls her arm to the side, keeping her in an intimate proximity. They move. "One, two-and-three, four and dip-"
~Other dancers may be on the floor~
~Dear, but my eyes will see only you~
~Only you have that magic technique~
~When we sway I go weak~
...
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...
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~Perhaps, Perhaps, Per-
Red like roses fills my dreams and brings me to the place you rest~
...
The spectacle that held the room in disbelief is now over. The partners had split up, taken a bow, and the crowd engulfed them in cheers and then bodies. Weiss saw her temporary dance partner head for the side of the room, and decided to follow him. She was still feeling just a touch giddy from the spinning.
She reaches the young man's back, and a few people move between them. She starts speaking to the leader through them. "That was...amazing. Jaune? Where did you... oh." When he returns to her vision, he is leaning against the wall, mouth partially open, chest expanding and compressing rapidly.
*Pant* "I might be *Pant* a touch out of *Pant* practice, maybe."
She smirks at the tired boy. Teasingly, she explains; "Well, that will do, Prince Charming. Your courageous charge broke our ranks, and everyone was just watching us. I think it may have won you the dance."
He waves a hand lazily at the white-clad lady. "You just *Pant* wait until Nora *Pant* gets the conga line *Pant* going. oOoOoh, my back." Weiss rolls her eyes.
"That last lift was inspired, I must say."
"Guess so. Only the good lifts hurt so much. *Groans* You are better at being led about than I though you would be, though. Don't you have control issues or something?"
Her patronizing tone shines through. "No speaking. Only rest, my blonde ballerina."
"Technically... I'm a... Huntsman." His head falls forward, and he grabs his haunches. Weiss smiles, unscrews the lid of her water bottle, and pats his back, gingerly.
"Sure you are, Jaune of Arc. Sure you are."
She splashes his head with the cool liquid, and a wave of relief spreads downwards, through to his tired limbs.
False Starting
-A Week Earlier-
It is a week before the almost nightly Techno Beatz Night down in Vale, and Oobleck has just let his students leave his lecture hall. After an hour of history (two hours of content, with the Professors' pace), Weiss was looking forward to a short nap before having to return to her studies.
What she didn't count on was a hand being placed inside her own, just as they were through the second archway. She turned and let her hand stay with her partner. She and Ruby were closer now (weird still for Weiss), and the girl seemed to be fixated on touch with her more intimate friends. Weiss was still getting used to it, but she could see it becoming endearing.
There was a nervous smile as Ruby greeted her friend; "Heya, Weiss, can I talk to you for a second?" Her hand tightened for a second.
"Actually, I was just thinking of talking to you." This time, Ruby's grip increased substantially.
"O-oh, you were?"
Weiss began to pull Ruby over to a secluded area of an nearby quadrangle. "Yes, but it has to be in private. Pyrrha has very sharp hearing." She whispered the last part, and Ruby checked over her should to make sure no-one was following them.
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
They had arrived and surveilled the area for any surrounding activity. Their touch was ended at their arrival, and Ruby was rubbing her hands with the prospect of what she was about to ask her partner. Weiss was tapping her feet, watching the clouds.
"So, partner, yes, my partner, um... well, there's this thing, living under my bed, and, um, she's-"
Weiss lowered her gaze, focusing on Ruby's expression. "Sorry, bit distracted, I'm going over the routine for next week in my head. What was that?"
The brunette stuttered. "No, um, it's ok. I was- you go first. Let me get my ducks in a row and everything... Think things into their proper order. Sorry, I haven't been sleeping well lately, with the-"
"Dance with me?"
"Waitwhatnow?" Ruby's breath caught, and Weiss went on to explain, including hand gestures to illustrate her points.
"You've seen Yang and I at rehearsals. We step on each other; we both try to lead; we come from different schools of musical taste; when we figure out where her hands should go, I'm sure she's slides them down on purpose, groping my-" She doesn't complete this sentence, but the groping gesture comes through by momentum.
"H-hey, I'm absolutely sure she's doing that as a joke. Anyway, this is an excellent team building opportuni-thingy; getting to know the rhythms of our team. Their movement patterns. Weight classes. She's actually more muscle than she looks."
"It's not the muscles I have a prob-...Er."
"What?"
"Ok, so, I'm a little uncomfortable around her, or when we're dancing so close. It's... she has a totally different centre of gravity."
"I don't-" Weiss tugs her necklace downwards, subtly pointing. "Ooooh."
Weiss continues, flustered a touch. "And... they are very eye-catching. And dynamic. In comparison... it makes one seem insignificant."
"Join the club." The sarcasm isn't especially appreciated by the white haired girl.
"Can we just say I'm uncomfortable, and move on?"
The red-hooded girl thinks quickly. "Ok, ok, um, Yang can dance with Blake, and I'll dance with you. I-is that alright?"
Weiss takes her friends hand, one of the first times she has initiated the contact. "Thank you, Ruby. You are the best partner I could ask for, you know that?"
Ruby smiles, blushing a touch at the compliment. "It's nothing. I mean, I've had to live with 'Yang hugs', and if they don't make a girl feel somewhat lacking, I'm not sure what will."
Weiss raises an eyebrow. "I didn't figure you were old enough to understand the inadequacies, yet."
Ruby's free hand rubs the back of her head. "I-it's nothing, it's just, when you want the attention of someone-"
"Oh, really?"
"Uh, it's sort of... connected to why I wanted us... alone together. Privately."
It takes Weiss a second to understand what her Leader is saying, and when she does, she drops her hand gently and turns away. She was not prepared for this. "I see. I'm sorry, Ruby. I don't know what to say." She turns her back to the wall, and gives Ruby a small, nervous, smile. "I'm a little embarrassed, actually."
Ruby pushes through her feelings, tremendous as they are, and soldiers on. "Oh. I-it's ok, I don't know what I was thinking, really-"
Weiss halts her with a raised palm. "No, no, it's fine, I completely understand."
Ruby hesitates. "You do?"
"I would do the same thing in your position."
She rubs the back of her head again, feeling less sickly. "So, um, I haven't offended you, or... anything?"
Weiss steps over from the wall, and a small smile graces her lips. "No, far from. In fact, knowing this, the dance coming up just gets more interesting."
"I, um, know it does... are you... interested, then?"
"What, in Jaune? No! Hell, if I'd known you liked him, I'd be steering right clear of him!"
"You...what?"
"It's the bra code. Hasn't Yang told you? The Bra Code!"
"I'm lost."
"It's a series of rules girls interacting around each other have to obey if they wish to coexist peacefully. One such rule; if a girlfriend is interested in a guy, all the girls have to back off around him, let her take centre stage, as it were. Seeing as I've been dominating his attentions, with the assignment from Oobleck, sitting with him at the Concerts, and the miscellany encounters we've had, I guess it might make one a little jealous."
"Oh. I see."
"I'm sorry I didn't notice. I've just been so busy with that paper from Port, the exams we had, and, well, I guess I've noticed you glaring our way, but I didn't think that... Aww, Poor Riding Hood, you haven't been sleeping well, have you? Is it because of the butterflies, thinking of tall, blonde and scrappy?"
"Well... I haven't been sleeping well, I guess."
"Hey, we've all had a first crush. It must be so hard for you, with him sleeping across the hall and everything. Don't think I haven't noticed you putting on a bit of extra blush in the mornings."
"Y-you did?"
"Anything to impress the man across the way, right? Now, you've told Yang?"
"Y-yeah, she knows about... my crush."
"Ok, well, take whatever advice she gave you, and throw it away. You are about to be Master-classed in the Schnee School of Romantic Etiquette."
"Weiss, I'm not... I don't think I have time for-"
"Rule One: Always present the best of yourself to your potential love interest; that means not only looking the part of eligible bachelorette, but also seeming interesting, smart, and personable. It also means you can't abuse winking. In small doses, it's a nice gesture of interest, or a signal that there is an inside joke between the two of you, but the way Yang uses her eye-lids as blunt instruments is not fetching, and is actually quite off-putting."
"Well, I think it's funny when-"
"Not the way she winks at Blake and I, the way she flutters her lashes at boys."
"Oh. Ok, point taken. You find it off-putting."
"And to capture interest, you have to keep your encounters short and punchy. That is, you have to grab his attention - a few intelligent, kind words, a simple touch somewhere around the shoulders - then leave. After that, he will actively seek your attention. Objective achieved."
"Right. So, they are trying to spend time with me, what next?"
"This part is tricky: you have to maintain an air of mystery, to keep his attention; you have to feed him details about yourself to make him feel like he is getting to know you; you have to be witty, entertaining, and a touch sensual, to make your time together feel worthwhile; and you have to be engaging with the things he says, get to know him, and react to everything he says, to make him feel appreciated."
"Like laughing at everything they-"
"No! Laugh when it's funny, but if you laugh at things you don't find amusing, then you run the risk of making them feel... dim, or clown-like. Or you encourage them to say things that bore you. And it's crude and cheap."
"Got it. No points for lack of style. What else?"
The chatter continues for a short while, upon which Weiss drags Ruby to Belle's, where they would find at least one member of Team Juniper.
From the booth she sat at, Weiss had the perfect view of events. For the sake of conversation, she still feigned ignorance, however, when Jaune, confused as to what just happened, walked over to the partner of the cloak-wearer. He slid into the seat, unceremoniously, not even asking for permission. "That was weird."
Weiss was unaware of the mischievous look on her own face. "What was?"
"Ruby just came up to me, complemented my 'mannerisms' as fetching, and felt my breast-plate." He patted his armour for effect, making a hollow, tinny sound.
"Yeah. Saw the whole thing. She can be so cute sometimes." The carefree nature Weiss had adopted was something else for Jaune to note.
"Uh, I suppose? Is she... ok?"
"Ah, the joys of girl-hood."
"I'll trust you on that."
"Ah, to be young and in love."
"Sure thing, grandma. So, when will your white hair be turning grey?"
"Ah, to have a crush on a certain clueless Blonde Boy."
That one struck home. "Oh. Um, ok." For a moment, he appeared cool with it, just as Yang had predicted. He was, after all, the Lady-Killer of Beacon. She hadn't predicted the freak-out. "Oh god what do I do?!"
"What?"
Jaune's panic was emphasized by his movements; first, he threw his arms up in the air. "I don't know what to do with..." Then he turned his palms towards Weiss, a 'hands-off' type move, "Affections! And if I do something wrong," He ran his fingers through his hair, "Yang'll kill me," And gave the table a Glasgow Kiss, "and-"
Weiss found the outburst humourous, but had the decency to end it. It was in a very public place, after all. "Don't worry. These things usually just blow over. She's going to do something that embarrasses herself, and you won't have to worry about anything silly like that anymore. Just don't make a huge deal of it, ok? You'll laugh about it later."
While she spoke, the blonde's head rose from the table, and he looked as if he accepted what Weiss was saying. "Ok, cool, sure. Thanks, Weiss. Seen a lot of this?"
Weiss shrugged. "No, not really. I have not clue one of what I'm talking about, but Blake assures me everything will be fine." And it was her smile, as mischievous as it was gleeful, that told him she didn't really care; any-which-way it went, Weiss would be watching, and enjoying herself immensely.
Current Time.
Tucked into the underside of the mattress of Ruby Rose, from the hand of Weiss Schnee.
Dear Dwarf,
Saw Penny today. Of course she appeared out of nowhere and I leapt out of my skin, but I think I pulled myself together quickly. Attempted polite conversation. Was difficult. Girl has a fixation on my hair.
I sometimes wonder where she comes from, and where she goes when she is not frightening the Jiminy Cricket out of me. Speculate she was home-schooled, in the least, and has had some kind of body-modification. By my own teams' reports, she pulled a Bullhead out of the sky, but she walks like a damn cat.
She also appears impervious to sarcasm.
Also had an odd conversation with Yang. Something about her sister not being good at baseball. Is it possible to score for the opponents team? Is she a bad pitcher? I remember something about a 'walk', but her aim cannot be so bad as to strike the batters. Would do some research into this baseball thing, but I find myself not caring.
An idea was presented to me the other day, from Jaune Arc no less; that I use some of my free time to develop theories I've come across. It wasn't put exactly that way, but it might be just what I need for my test, now that I can't
But I'm done stressing about the future for now.
Speaking of surprises from Mr Arc (The Dorkish Knight), I was swept off my feet on Disco Night (the one that replaced the monthly show), when he stole our spotlight moment. Well, he stole the spotlight from Ruby and shared it with me. It was oddly easy to follow the suggestions from his wrists, and we moved across the floor, tangoing until his legs almost collapsed beneath him.
I'm tempted to write 'we only had one song', but I'm not sure that gives off the right impression. -B-u-t-I-c-o-u-l-d-h-a-v-e-d-a-n-c-e-d-a-l-l-n-i-g-h-t-
It was -c-a-p-t-i-v-a-t-i-n-g- /d/e/l/i/g/h/t/f/u/l/ =i=n=t=r=i=g=u=i=n=g= interesting.
If I were here to dance, though, I might admit it was the most fun I've had in weeks. But I am here to become a fully-fledged Huntress. I am here not to indulge in trivial sport and games. I have a mission.
I have to not recreate you. Not in any way, shape or form. Never again.
With Love,
Your Ms Schnee.
P.S. Next time, might attempt to join in on the Conga Line, if I can get on the very end. I won't have some strange old man tou
Changed my mind, possibility of touching something I don't want to touch or have touch me is too great. Will just have to settle on something else.
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps...
Author Note of Great Destiny
The long of it: Having mixed feelings on the format. On the one hand, I have a more determined writing style, that is more... well, more. On the other hand, the 'fixes' are turning my stories into things they never were, and sometimes interfere with the flow and bounce they had before (which caused confusion and headaches in the original uploads).
In the end, I have two sets of story universes, and while I'm usually ok with running with multiple mindsets in my writing, it's the uncanny valley aspect of it all, where the two continuities are so similar that the one that followed the other is so close and yet so far from the original that things don't make the right kinds of sense and I'm giving things away that I didn't want to give away and this was supposed to be fun but now I'm feeling schitzophrenic again and there are more voices in my head than ever before, twice as many in fact and they all have clones and the timeline is starting to unravel and I slip from reality and whoops there goes gravity and mom's spaghetti and I lose myself in the music, the moment, I (don't) own it, and would the real Slim Shady please...
Ahem.
The short of it; I'm gonna mix it up, instead of forcing the one style into the other. Will be less ambiguous, but it's important to understand that these events are mostly seperate events.
See you on the flip!