Chapter 8: A Chance To Start Anew?

Hey, The Draigg here. I'm proud to announce that I'm currently stopping this story thread, in favor of one I feel my fans may enjoy better. I'm going to focus on my OC, Dante D'Arkness D'Raigg Twilight, the half-Faunus brother of Weiss Schnee. He's so cool with all of his red and black clothes and his totally original weapon, the Burial Crescent, a new scythe that's more powerful than Ruby's scythe in every way. Watch him seduce all of the members of Team RWBY (Weiss included) and defeat the villains easily, including my OC villains, the Army of the Southern Cross, because he's so cool. I swear, he's not a wish-fulfillment character. OC donut steel plz.

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Wednesday was the next scheduled shooting date. And, because of Velvet's antics on Monday, it wasn't a day that many of the crew were looking forward to. They were almost completely afraid of what might possibly happen next.

Velvet herself took it upon herself to retrieve the film supplies from the storage room herself and set up early. By now, she felt that she needed to atone for something. Today was the day that she was going to make up losing a cast member. But, since there was no chance in Hell that Weis was coming back (the glares from her all day Tuesday confirmed that), it was going to be a little tricky to write around her absence. Oh well. Velvet was going to cross that bridge when she came to it. She had other scenes that she needed to shoot.

"Okay, so I may or may not have messed up. But… I can make this work. I can really make this work. I'm a director, I'm a writer. I'm brilliant at those. I need to make this for everyone. I WILL make this for everyone". That pep-talk kept on playing over and over again as Velvet worked on setting up the backdrop. This was a little harder than she thought it would be. In hindsight, she was glad that she normally had people to do this for her. But, repentance was repentance.

Besides, the people who Velvet was trying to make it up to would appreciate it.

Behind Velvet, the theater doors opened. "Velvet?" a voice called out. Turning her head towards the door, Velvet saw Coco coming through the door, followed by Yatsu and Fox. "Yeah, she's here," Coco said for Fox's benefit.

"Hey, where the hell were you?" Fox fumed. You just disappeared outta nowhere! I mean, you kinda do that already, but this time we were worried!"

"Calm down, Fox," cautioned Yatsu. Speaking a little louder for Vevlet, she then explained, "We thought that Weiss was going to hurt you."

"Seriously, that chick is crazy mad," Coco added.

Velvet figured as much. There was a look of pure murder in Weiss' eyes every time the heiress looked at her. It was a good thing that they sat far from each other in the classes they shared, otherwise Velvet knew that Weis would make her life hell. She didn't even want to think about the pain that the pissed-off Schnee girl would inflict on her. But, she bet that it involved dust crystals in uncomfortable places. Now that was a scary thought.

"Well, don't worry, I'm fine," Velvet said, putting the finishing touches on the backdrop. She then turned and faced her team, a small smile on her face. "Plus, I decided to give you guys a free one". At that, she gestured towards the set up camera equipment and background.

"Thanks, Velvet," Yatsu politely said. "But still, let us know when you do something like this again."

Velvet hopped off the stage and greeted her teammates at the end of the aisle. "Right. Sorry."

The theater grew awkwardly quiet, as nobody really had any idea on how to continue their conversation. It just sort of ran out of gas.

"So…" Fox began, trying to cure the weird atmosphere. "What do we do while we wait for the others? Fight? Gossip? Bone?"

"Great suggestions, Fox," Coco snarked. "Because we totally came here for the hardcore sex that we all deserve. Right, Velvs?"

Coco glanced at Velvet. She noticed that her teammate was now as red as a beet. Apparently, Velvet did actually put some thought into Fox's last suggestion. Man, Velvet needed to get laid. Desperately. All of her "private time" and anxiety about sex couldn't be good for her at all.

Regardless, Coco couldn't help but smirk at Velvet's embarrassment. "Heh. Atta girl, Vevlet," she chuckled. Turning to her two male teammates, Coco then added, "Although… You two together would be quite the sight… Heheh…"

That comment made Fox's brow slightly furl and Yatsu to take a small step away from Fox. "I don't think I'd be interested," flatly stated Yatsu.

Fox crossed his arms and huffed. "Hey, I'm no peter-puffer. You of all people should know," he defensively grunted.

"Ooh, did that touch a nerve?" teased Coco. Now this was a good way to spend her time waiting. "I bet you're thinking of Yatsu's long, meaty, thick shaf—"

"Okay, okay!" interrupted Velvet. "Can we please not talk about… t-that sort of thing here?". Of course, she didn't want it to stop that talk because of basic decency. It was more like that it was making her think of her collection of yaoi manga, and that might lead her to do some… lewd and indecent things if she managed to slip away from the theater for a bit.

"Heh," Coco snorted. "I guess we can save that for later, then."

"Thank goodness…" Yatsu muttered under his normal volume. Meaning that it was practically inaudible. But, at least he was thankful that his lady teammates stopped thinking of him involved with another man. Sure, it was a common practice with his ancestors long ago, but times had changed. He wasn't the one to lie with another male warrior, regardless of who he was descended from.

Having exhausted some of her more fun material, Coco strode over to a theater seat and plopped down into it. Crossing her legs, Coco stretched and relaxed. "Well, let me know when the others show up. I'm going to meditate," she told everyone. At that, she closed her eyes lightly.

"Uh, it won't be long before they're here," Velvet pointed out.

"Whatever. Just get me up then," Coco replied, folding her arms behind her head.

"That isn't meditatin—" Yatsu protested, before being interrupted.

Coco shushed her Eastern teammate. "Shhhh… No talk now. Only dreams."

It didn't take long for Coco to fall asleep. She needed her beauty rest, after all. How else had she managed to look that beautiful? Well, other than the factory's worth of skin creams and clothes that someone like Weiss would immediately recognize as expensive. Sure, those were definitely important. But, the point was that sleep was crucial to Coco's beauty.

Gently, Coco drifted off to the dream land of marshmallows and unicorns…

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If one were to look into the dreams of one Coco Adell, they would see some pretty interesting and nonsensical things. Like, a door that needed to be opened by a zipper, yet needed to have a padlock on it. Or, hot, sweaty cowboys wrangling gummi worms with lassos made of hopes and dreams. And, as unbelievable as it sounds, ten percent discounts at a high-class clothing establishment. It certainly is hard to believe that one.

But, considering that none of that has any bearing on the current story whatsoever, the dreams and fantasies of the huntress girl named Coco will be skipped. It's not like an observer would miss much. Coco was only asleep for about twenty or so minutes. That's not nearly enough time to get to the really interesting parts.

And so, we resume our narrative around when the rest of the cast arrives at the theater.

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"Hey, wake up! They're here," Fox said, hitting Coco lightly on the shoulder. That jostled Coco out of her afternoon nap.

With slightly groggy eyes, she saw Teams RBY and JNPR hanging out around the stage, chatting about what they needed to do that day. Then, Coco's gaze drifted down to her watch. Ah, so they didn't take all that long to arrive after all. Well, it was time for Coco to put on her normal attitude, then. She was refreshed enough to go for it.

With an exaggerated groan, Coco shuddered and began to rub the spot where Fox had tapped her. "Oooouch… I'm afraid I'm mortally wounded, Fox. You've… you've killed me…" she playfully teased.

Fox couldn't help but smirk at the tone of Coco's voice. "If I killed you, I'd be doing the world a favor," he commented. "There'd be more coconut skin cream for everyone."

Coco stood up out of the theater chair and stretched. She could hear her spine crackle as it popped back into the right place. "Can't deny that one," she admitted, right before yawning. Alright, now it was time to get down to business.

Strolling up onto the stage, Coco joined Velvet near the camera set-up. "So, what're we filming today, Velvs?" she asked.

Velvet pondered for a moment, and then replied, "The Pyrrha part. That'll be our celebrity endorsement."

"Sounds like a plan, boss-lady," Coco said, hints of sleep still hanging onto the corners of her voice. Maybe another small nap would be nice…

"Pyrrha! Come up here, please," Velvet called out to her actress. Pyrrha, obliging immediately, walked up onto the stage and stooped in front of the backdrop.

"Are you ready to film me?" asked Pyrrha, flashing her famous winner's smile.

'Yes, we are," Velvet replied. "Do you have your lines memorized?"

"I do," nodded Pyrrha.

"Excellent! Now get into place, and we'll start filming," Velvet said. At that, she then gestured for Yatus to get the boom microphone ready, and for Coco to prepare to start filming "Quiet on the set, please!"

On her cue, the assembled film crew grew quiet. Velvet gave Fox a slight nudge. Perking up, he said the appropriate version of the camera call. "Beacon Commercial, Pyrrha scene, take one."

"And… Action!" Velvet cried, signaling to Coco to start recording.

"I came to Beacon Academy to make the most of my education! And I'm glad I chose it!" Pyrrha recited. She then flashed her signature smile, which normally graced everything from cereal to maxi-pads. That smile was worth three times its weight in gold.

Velvet made a cut-off gesture at Coco. Not even waiting for conformation that she had stopped rolling, Velvet immediately walked up to Pyrrha. "Oh my gosh, that was GREAT!" she gushed, cupping Pyrrha's hands in her own.

Pyrrha blushed slightly from the contact. For some reason, Velvet was holding her hands a little longer than most people would. "Why thank you," was her modest response. Pyrrha had heard so many commercial directors and photographers gush over her endorsement skills that she was a bit used to politely thanking them about it.

All of a sudden, Velvet dropped Pyrrha's hands. There was a different look in her eyes now. Where before her eyes were filled with amazement, now they were filled with something that resembled… contemplation? Analysis? Something along those lines.

Never the less, it took Pyrrha by surprise that Velvet took hold of her face and began to move it around, as if she was looking for something. All Pyrrha could do was arch her eyebrows in confusion and bewilderment. From what she could tell, even the camera crew made of Team CFY was equally as stricken with confusion.

"But… we can do better. Much better," Velvet muttered to herself, before taking a few steps back.

"…Huh?" was all Pyrrha could say in her confusion. Did she do something wrong? She gave her normal routine that she used for advertisements. Did she make some mistake that she just didn't notice? It was hard to tell for her.

"We're doing another take!" Velvet announced to her crew. Coco shot a small look at Yatsu, who simply shrugged in response. None of them had any idea of what was going on in Velvet's head. To them, the bit that Pyrrha just did was flawless.

"Fox, give the call," directed Velvet. All the while, she was making quick hand gestures to Pyrrha that she couldn't figure out. Was Velvet trying to tell her to move back, or start jogging?

Before Pyrrha had any time to think about the implications of that, she heard Fox call out the next shot. "Uh, Beacon commercial, Pyrrha, take two."

None of the crew had any idea of what Velvet wanted. And, much scarier than that, they didn't know how long and far Velvet was going to go in order to get what she was looking for. As of that moment, the shoot was flying blind.

Oh, bollocks.

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Wait, that wasn't my super original story about the best character in RWBY, even though he's not in the show? And it wasn't the action driven, ultra-violent gore and sex-fest that it was supposed to be. My Velvet story is up there instead? Well… shoot. I guess I have to continue this story thread, then. But trust me, you're really missing out on a plot that totally wasn't an ugly monster of a story, made of several different plagiarized anime plots and character clichés. Totally serious. I'm so serious about this, that I'm going to keep on writing Commercial Success, just so that you know what you missed out on. You poor bastards.

This is The Draigg, and I'm signing of to work on my OC (do not steal)!