Author's Note: A little Ice Queen for y'all.
Disclaimer and Warnings still apply from the first chapter.
The Time Orville Broke Into The RWBY Dorm
Weiss Schnee grimaced as she worked a stubborn knot out of her hair. After a long day of hard work in Combat Class and several more hours in the Training Wing, the heiress found the simple act of brushing her snowy locks to be cathartic and soothing. She remembered Winter doing this for her when she was just starting to learn to wield Myrtenaster, and it brought back pleasant memories of her time before Beacon.
Which wasn't to say she was miserable at the school. In fact, she was surprisingly pleased with her team, though it had been a rocky start. Ruby, while somewhat immature and easily distracted, was already an incredible combatant despite the two-year age gap between her and the rest of the school. Yang was bright and bombastic, easily piercing through Weiss' shell and coaxing her out of it a pun at a time. Blake was the one Weiss most appreciated, a pillar of calm to offset the storm of insanity that was the two sisters.
Setting her brush down on the bathroom sink, Weiss finished toweling herself off and tossed on her nightgown before heading back into the dorm room proper. Yang was doing some last-minute push-ups before bed while Ruby sat on her back, reading a weapons magazine and jamming out to some music. Blake was predictably curled up on her own bed with a small black book, a blush appearing periodically on her face as her amber eyes darted across the pages.
Weiss was almost to her desk when the door was riven to splinters. The object which had caused the explosion of wood was flung halfway into the room before being brought to a sudden and unceremonious halt by the stone bed-frames Orville had made for them not a week prior, right in Weiss' path.
When the dust settled, she realized that she shouldn't have been surprised to find that the projectile had in fact been the dog Faunus himself, groaning feebly as his head glowed brown from the Aura attempting to heal what was obviously a concussion (and likely a fractured skull as well).
"Nora, I told you not to add too much!" Ren's voice floated from across the hall. Weiss looked up to see Nora gesticulating wildly with what appeared to be a flask full of that red sap from the Forever Fall Forest as Pyrrha rushed into RWBY's dorm looking worried.
"Orville, are you alright?" the Mistrali girl asked, concern coloring her voice as she knelt by her fallen leader.
Eyes unfocused, Orville offered his partner a simple smile as he pointed off to the right with a wobbly finger. "Pink polka-dots," he mumbled almost incoherently.
Pyrrha glanced in the direction he was pointing, which just so happened to be where Weiss was standing and gave the heiress a confused look. "What is he talking about?"
Shrugging, Weiss went to the closet and withdrew an industrial vacuum cleaner she had requisitioned after the first two times her excitable team had made a mess of their shared room. "Perhaps he's finally had what little sense he possessed knocked out of him," she supplied primly.
"What happened over there, anyway?" Blake wondered, eyes darting between Orville's prone form and the pieces of door Weiss was sucking up.
"An explosion of flavor!" Nora proclaimed as she skipped through the ruined entryway. "How was it, Glorious Leader?"
"Like a choir of angels threw up all over my taste buds," was the nonsensical reply.
"Maybe we should get him into bed," Ren suggested as he came into the room as well. He pulled Orville's shoulder over his own and hefted the Faunus up to his feet with a grunt. "A little help, Nora?"
"Sure thing, Ren!" the spastic girl exclaimed, grabbing Orville and effortlessly lifting him (and Ren) over her shoulder before marching back to ORNP's dorm.
"We'll fix your door in the morning," Pyrrha promised with an apology in her eyes as she followed her team out. "Sleep well?"
"Sleep well, she says," Weiss grumbled as she finished with the vacuum and put it back in its place. She withdrew a vial of Earth Dust from her bedside drawer and created a wall of stone where their door had once stood. It never hurt to be too careful, even in a place as safe as Beacon. "I should break down their door and see how they like it."
"Their door was broken," Blake pointed out dryly. "I'm surprised Orville was still conscious."
"Yes, well," Weiss sniffed, settling herself into bed. "That dolt's head is certainly thick enough..."
It was only as she was about to drift off to sleep that Weiss realized that she was wearing her pink polka-dot panties beneath her nightgown and flushed so brightly her face could likely be seen in the darkness of the room.
I am going to murder him, she vowed to herself.
After-Action Report: Not much to say about this one. Just a funny little slice of Beacon life for RWBY and ORNP. I'm pretty sure the students on either side of these guys are starting to get kind of fed-up with the bi-weekly explosions (of flavor or otherwise). And now Orville has seen Weiss' panties, meaning she's out for revenge. That might spill into The Golden Retriever eventually...
Also, the explosion of flavor being an actual explosion comes from the coming-of-age movie Accepted.
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