What is this strange smell? Usually the laboratories, particularly the ones in the chemical development department were something to avoid. Any other time Weiss would have remain clear of this entire wing of the building, but Yang smelled food. As the eager blonde lead the Heiress though the halls, followed closely by Blake and Rose, the nearby chemists were puzzled. Since when do civilian females of this caliber stroll though this wing of the complex unchecked? Dammit, we gotta learn how to reproduce this wondrous scent!
"It's coming from this place!"
Weiss gracefully slipped in front of yang, her arms spread as blockade to her three eager compatriots. Not without reason, either: for this was the laboratory of the strange youth who gave her father's company the powers of argentum. It was not out of respect, but now a lesser caliber of disdain; for now at her hilt she carried not a dust reservoir, but a deadly, more superior chemical which had been carefully brewed in Drexel's chemical laboratory. Since then, her glyphs had become deadlier: she could feel it.
"All of you know what's... Hey!"
Before Weiss could even attempt to begin her sermon on the mount, Ruby slipped under her with semblance and size onto her advantage. Before the cloaked girl got three steps in, she froze to a halt.
"You!"
Drexel had been standing in front of a small cluster of kitchen appliances tucked in the corner. Shirtless, barefoot, wearing faded jeans and a clearly upgraded exo-suit, the moderately muscled youth turned around to see his recurring nightmare come to life: Ruby stood ready for combat with her scythe drawn, friends not too far behind.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..."
Reaching for his t-shirt and using his energy semblace to make a greatsword of void, a blade without substance yet still capable to cut beyond the capacities of steel (courtesy of the energy boost given by the small tank of argentum). Ruby Rose took the initiative, leading a silent charge against the upgraded figure in the shielded frame. Throwing the shirt aside to enable a two handed grip, the teenage boy raised the sword vertically, ready to meet his potential demise.
"STOP!"
The two combatants obliged, and turn their head to the speaker, Yang.
"He can cook, let him live."
Yang had acquired a ladle, somehow, and was using it to allow her to sample the contents of the large pot.
"Is it done?"
Drexel threw aside his weapon. The darkblade vaporized on contact with the floor. He walked over to the blonde, and replied.
"Missing only one thing..."
The boy turned off the heat to the element, and stirred the pot a few times with a large wooden spoon.
"Done. Wow, how rude."
Yang took the pot, and proceeded to walk out the door.
"Ptff, you can make another."
As the other three girls walked over to join the chemist, he took as many steps away, nearly tripping over discarded items or strange constructions with eyes fixed on the massive red and black scythe, still drawn.
"Ladies, look, I'll brew the exact type of argentum you want, just don't kill me."
Mischievous Ruby swung her weapon close to the coward's face, and had miscalculated the angle of her weapons swing. The blade would have nearly separated the head from the boy, even with the shield, if he hadn't had the reflex to edge away just enough.
Once the freshly cut black hair fell to the ground, the pair of velvet black cat ears upon Drexel's head were more exposed to the eyes of team RWBY (minus Yang).
