A/N: Okay, so let me explain. When it says Semester, I think of a grading quarter in a school. I don't think a year. When you say School year, School semester is not interchangeable with it. So really it's like...pretty much...half? of their first year may have gone by at the end of Volume 1, and then Volume two, you know how some schools have the first grading...thing...before December Break so children can feel miserable about their grades all throughout their "wonderful" time receiving presents and eating big dinners and having fun with their family? Well, some also have a thing where they put a grading thing before the winter and spring break so children never catch a break, and they're always depressed about their grades while on vacation. Basically, I see volume two as January to March. Volume three, I say is April to May, and maybe Volume 4 would be June...I'm not too sure about 4. Keep in mind, I'm in America, and I know that schools overseas handle holidays differently than we do, but I'm just saying that's how I imagine it. Moving on to the real story, Things pick up from here: Cardin was just shown that Jaune is a secret Badass, and now is pretty much pisspants scared of him. Now comes character development from Blake and Weiss...(ooooh, I wonder what's going to happen...) and some..."minor" things.
*Early morning light breaks through your window and gets in your eyes. You wake early. You are grumpy without enough sleep. Your morning could have gone better, but you make the most out of it by getting an early breakfast. The food heals you to full HP and prepares you. It's gonna be one of those days.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sans walk in with the alternate Papyrus he calls "Paps." From what I could see, they were uncharacteristically wide awake, talking animatedly about a subject I couldn't make out.
"hey kid. how've you been? i see you're up early. what's eatin' ya?" asked Paps.
"Well, I don't know. I just got up early because the sun got in my eyes. Although, I'm kinda wondering what Sans meant when he showed me his lab. He said a lot of things I didn't understand," I answered.
"well, frisk, i can't tell you exactly what i meant, because that would require explanations, and that requires work. i don't like work. i can tell you that someone you may or may not have encountered on one of your many resets is back. i know you've got control over way more than just resets, saves and loading. you've got control over files...the world's files. i'll let you figure out how to use it and what it means, but if you screw with them enough...well, just try to learn sign language," said Sans.
All he did was confuse me more. Sans is a walking riddle. An infinite loop of quantam physics books inside of joke books. A lie within a lie that turns out to be truth, and to put the cherry on top of this strange sundae of insanity, he's nihilistic. Not in the depressing sense, but just in the way that he just doesn't care enough to be depressed about life not mattering. And now he's telling me to learn sign language? Was the only thing going through my mind, until the other team members walked in with Sans' double, who we affectionately nicknamed Blueberry after the shade of blue he turns when flustered.
"ONWARD! WE MUST HURRY! WE MUST EAT OUR SHARE AND PREPARE FOR ANOTHER DAY FULL OF STRANGE HAPPENSTANCE!" Blueberry shouted, signaling Asriel, Chara and Papyrus to follow him, Papyrus being the most enthusiastic of the group.
"QUITE, BLUEBERRY! THE DAY WON'T KNOW WHAT HIT IT WHEN WE'RE READY FOR IT!" Papyrus yelled.
"Guys, really, it's like...seven in the morning. Don't you have a quieter voice you can use? Like an "inside voice?" Asriel asked politely.
"THIS IS MY INSIDE VOICE!"
"I AGREE WITH PAPYRUS! I AM USING THE QUIETEST VOICE I CAN!"
As this unfolded, my eyes turned to Chara, who was holding his head, wincing each time the two skeletons spoke.
"Papyrus, Blueberry, I understand you two are excited about Saturday, but really, can you please consider the other people around you? Chara clearly has a headache, and I'm not sure that yelling is going to help," I said, hoping reason would get them to soften their tone.
"BAH! NONSENSE! HE NEEDS PASTA! SOMEONE! GET THIS MAN SOME RAVIOLI!"
"NO! GET SOME SPAGHETTI!"
"RAVIOLI!"
"SPAGHETTI!"
You get the idea. That went on for the good portion of almost a half an hour, until teams RWBY and JNPR walked in. JNPR was walking a considerable distance away from team RWBY, which piqued my curiosity.
"Jaune? What's going on with team RWBY that's making you guys avoid them?"
"Weiss and Blake are arguing. They just won't stop. Something about the White Fang. I tell you, it's hopeless to try to make them stop. They'll just turn the argument on you, and then if you pick a side, it'll just make them more irritable. Believe me, and I say it because I took Blake's side."
"I'll have a look. I'll see if I can't stop them."
"Thanks, Frisk. This'll be the second time you've saved my life this week. If only you could secretly change my grades to good ones. Then you'll save me a third time."
"Sorry. No-can-do. But I'll see what I can do about this argument problem."
*Crabby Heiress and Quiet Bookworm are wording up a storm!
*ACT
*Intrude
"Weiss? What's going on?"
"She's defending some stowaway faunus rabble-rouser that we saw at the docks just a while ago."
"STOP CALLING HIM NAMES!" Blake interjected.
"He's a faunus with no regard for the law. Give him time. He'll join them within the hour."
*Seems talking won't do you any good.
*ACT
*Listen
"Well, can I hear what each of you has to say about what happened?" I asked.
"Well, I simply thought that, since we will be hosting the Vytal Festival and the tournament this year, that it was our duty as students of the most prestigious academy on Remnant to welcome the visitors with open arms. Then that faunus firebrand jumped off the SCHNEE COMPANY FREIGHTER he stowed away on and ran into town, evading law enforcement, and is probably on his way right now to a White Fang Hideout," Weiss ranted angrily.
"What I saw was quite different. She wanted us to go to the docks so we could spy on the competition for the tournament without having to worry about an excuse, and then, well, he did jump off the freighter which coincidentally had Schnee company logos on it. He ran down an alley and jumped up to a building using his tail as leverage and escaped. He seemed to enjoy his time running from them. Almost like an agent provocateur. Like it was a fun pastime. He didn't look like he had any ties with the White Fang," Blake explained, much more calmly.
*After listening to each side's arguments, you decide it may be a difference in opinion regarding the faunus race as a whole. Question Weiss or Blake?
*Weiss.
"Weiss, don't you think you may be being a bit...biased against faunus? Almost like you're stereotyping them as brutal beings that know nothing but death and despair and murder?" I asked.
"WHAT? HOW DARE YOU!" Weiss shouted indignantly.
"Hit the nail right on the head there, Frisk," said Blake.
*ACT
*Question further
"So do you want to tell me why?"
"Fine. There's no reason not to, I guess."
*You wink at Blake, finally coming to realize why she was so adamant about defending the faunus. That bow on her head looks especially fidgety today.
"When your father runs a multimillion lien company that runs on labor forces that, I agree, are controversial and downright unlawful, and a terrorist group sets their eyes on you, painting a target on your back, as well as the rest of your family's backs, you tend not to have a fun childhood. Each night, my father would come home, steaming about the demonstrations from the White Fang. One event getting so close to home that I was almost not able to be here with all of you. Blood was dripping from my forehead and my vision was halved by a wound suffered at the hand of a faunus that shared the traits of something like a tiger. Everything was on fire. Family members lost, board members executed, kidnapped and brainwashed employees televising their resignation from the company and murdering another employee who refused to cooperate. An entire TRAIN full of dust...stolen. All of the cargo was cut off from the rest of the train. Luckily...no-one was hurt..." Weiss said, not finishing the sentence.
"Like someone wouldn't let someone else hurt anybody?" said Blake, 'guessing.'
"I could see it like that. Why?"
"Well...Weiss...I don't know how you're going to take this, but..."
"What?"
"I was there. With my partner, Adam. I cut the train from the cargo. He was going to put explosives into the cars to kill everyone on board. I couldn't allow that."
"You did WHAT?"
*Blake flees, seeing the fire in her teammate's eyes. Leaving nothing but a swinging door, her bow floats gently down onto the floor. Weiss picks up the ribbon, and with a look of Determination, runs off after her. The rest of team RWBY follows suit.
*Encounter Completed.
*0 EXP 0 Lien Earned.
"Frisk? What happened?" Asriel asked, running after Weiss.
"Well...That's just it. I have no idea what just happened, but it sounds like Blake's a faunus," I said, following.
"I can try and find her, you know," Asriel said, directing the comment to Weiss.
"Really?" asked Weiss, stopping, sounding hopeful.
"I don't have this snoot for show. I'll wager I have a better sense of smell than even most dog faunus."
"I may be giving you less credit than you're worth, Asriel. Thank you," Weiss said, a genuine smile formed on her lips as she bowed slightly.
"Can I have the bow?"
"Of course. Whatever you need to find her."
"I don't think she'll like it if all of us come searching for her with a goat with a sense of smell like a bloodhound. I think I should try tracking her and you should all go to the headmaster to see if you can get out of classes to go and search for her on your own. If I find her, I'll try to learn what I can about what happened and see if I can't lead her back to you guys so she can come back. I can already smell where she is and she isn't too far. If you all hurry to go ask him, I won't be too late to follow her."
*Asriel acting so official and serious demonstrates clearly his skills in leadership. He was easily a born leader. You think to yourself that it may be because he was the son of a king. Your pride in Asriel converts to Determination.
A/N: WHAT. IS. UUUUUUUP, MAH INVERTEBROTHER!? Howzit goin' folks? So, I've been writing for a while and I've been thinking about things and really, the plot hasn't made much of a change from the main series so far, so I've decided that I want to really derail from plot and start to branch off from the vanilla story and start giving this story some unique plot development and quirks. (Also Temmie will be there.) So that's a good thing for the story. I'm gonna wrap up the first volume with these next few chapters and get into the next Volume, starting with getting the dance out of the way. Also Team CVFY will be there, so yay.
NOTE 1: - Sans' version of Nihilism isn't "Nothing in life matters so what's the point of living." His version is "Nothing in life matters so why worry about what's gonna happen? Let's just have fun in the here and now." When I think about it, it's a real "Italian Renaissance" way of looking at life. They were way more focused on just enjoying life.
NOTE 2: - The next chapter is mostly going to be narrated by Asriel, with small parts back at Beacon and in Vale with the rest of the teams, which will be narrated by Frisk. I'll make sure to indicate who is speaking/narrating and where things are taking place, don't worry about that, but I think it's nice to have a heads-up.
NOTE 3: - Pretty much anything with a SOUL can Save and Load, but not many have enough Determination to do that. The only ones who do are currently Frisk, Chara and Asriel. They all share at least a part of a Player Character's SOUL, so all of them have unique ways to and triggers for saving and loading.
