MAO: *crying tears of joy*
JC: MAO...why are you crying?
MAO: My darling little bunny! She's finally come to life! *sniffling*
JC: Okay dude, I get it, you're really happy and-
*Sees the photo of Violet*
JC: ...Excuse me for a second...
MAO: *sniffle* S-She was done by this artist on RWBY Amino named ~Amelia~(Somi) and- where are you going?
JC: No where...just...need to do...some manly stuff...
MAO: Ah...I see. Well, while we're getting our shit together after this epic reveal, please enjoy the chapter!
JC: Yeah, enjoy it! Thats all, now if you'll excuse me...
*Goes outside so no one can see him 'Dawwww' over the picture*
Violet and Nala were currently running down the halls of Beacon at full speed. Reason being? Kids got excited when they made new friends.
They passed by a random class that was just ending, where Ruby took a slight step out, only to see two blurs pass by her.
"Wow…" She said to herself.
"What?" Yang asked from inside.
"I just saw two small blurs."
Weiss passed her with a huff. "I'm sure you're just imagining it."
"…Maybe."
Back to Nala and Violet. The two were now sitting outside on the statue looking at it. They weren't stopping because they wanted to learn the history behind it, though. They stopped for a very important reason. That reason being-.
"So uh….what do we play?" Nala asked as Violet scratched the back of her head.
"I don't know. I mean, there's not really a lot of other kids around here."
Both little girls were confused. Did they seriously not know how to play with each other?
"Didn't you spend time with other kids on your planet?" Violet felt like a weirdo asking that.
"Nope, I usually spent time with my Mommy and Daddy."
"Preaching to the choir there," Violet sighed, then angrily pouted. "Except for the Mommy bit."
They sat in silence for a bit.
…
…
"How about we play hide and seek?" Violet suggested
Nala nodded rapidly…then was confused.
"Wait, how do we decide who hides and who seeks?"
"Um…rock paper scissors?"
Nala nodded again. "I can do that."
Nala and Violet got into position.
"Rock..."
"Paper..."
"SCISSORS!"
Both shot their hands out….
And both winced at the fact that they both chose Rock.
"Okay, again." Violet said as they got ready again.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
Again, they each threw a Rock.
"Come on!" Nala groaned. "You can't keep picking rock!"
Violet glared. "Hey! You're doing the same thing!"
"Okay, okay…let's try this again."
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
Both girls changed their hands this time.
"OH COME ON!"
But again, both had chosen the same thing, except this time it was Scissors.
Nala pouted. "We suck at this game."
Violet and Nala slumped and felt a little down at that. So down, that they didn't notice the large shadow that loomed over them….
"What in blazes are you two doing?"
"EEP!"
Nala jumped into Violet's arms at being snuck up on.
"Hey!" Violet didn't know why Nala got so spooked.
"Don't sneak up on me like that!" Nala exclaimed to a rather large figure.
The figure was an elderly man in a hood. His outfit reminded Nala of Green Arrow, a hero she heard of from Earth. On his back was a bow and quiver of arrows. She wondered if they had different tricks like Green Arrow's did.
"Hi Grandpa!" Violet cheered.
Nala blinked. This was Violet's grandpa?
"Hello, sweetie," the man smiled, then turned to Nala with a frown. "And who's this?"
Violet beamed. "This is Nala! Say hi, Nala!"
Nala hesitantly got out from Violet's arms and slowly waved.
"H-Hello."
"Don't be shy! Grandpa's a nice man once you get past his grouchiness and get to know him."
The man deadpanned. "I'm grouchy, am I?"
"Mmhmm."
"…You're lucky you're adorable."
Violet giggled.
The man rolled his eyes and held out his hand to Nala. "The name's Vert Bowman. Pleasure to meet you, Nala."
Seeing that he was good-natured, Nala got over her nervousness and shook Vert's hand with a beaming smile.
Vert raised an eyebrow. "If you don't mind me asking, what exactly are you doing here? Last I checked, there was only one child at Beacon."
That brat Colt didn't adopt another kid, did he?
…Nah, that kid had enough problems to worry about. He may have loved his daughter but…considering how stressed he was getting over Violet constantly nagging him about "finding a special someone" (which was code for getting Violet a mommy), he was certain he wouldn't adopt another kid who had the just as much energy, if not more so, than Violet.
"This is Nala! She's from another world!"
…
…
"Ah," Vert said. "This is one of those games you kids play, isn't it? The land of make believe?"
"How do you know about Mr. Rogers?" Nala asked.
"Who?"
"You know, the grown man who enters the land of make believe and teaches kids life lessons?"
"…Sounds like someone I wouldn't let near any brats, if you ask me."
Vert couldn't believe kids these days. Making up stuff with their ridiculous imaginations. Who knows what they would think of next?
Violet was the exception, though. Anything she imagined was sweet and innocent.
"No...she is literally from another world."
Violet emphasized the "literally" part, forgetting that Vert was still thinking this was a game.
"Uh huh, suuuurrrreeeee she is."
Vert rolled his eyes at them. What a strange game. Back in his day, all they had were sticks and tires….
Fun times, back then.
"Hey! Don't talk to my Pikachu like that!" Nala shouted as she picked Violet up again and rubbed their cheeks together.
"Urk! Nala! Can't! Breath!"
Violet was struggling to breathe as Nala had a very...VERY strong grip for her age.
"Whoops, sorry!" Nala chuckled sheepishly as she let go of Violet.
Violet caught her breath.
"Geez, you sure have a strong grip." Violet felt like she was being strangled by a boa constrictor
Vert just stared at the two.
A Pikachu? That was a new one.
What was it? Some type of Grimm? No, that's stupid. Why call someone a Grimm? And that name's too stupid to be a Grimm.
A pet? Maybe, but not one he's ever heard of.
Perhaps something fictional again? That was probably it. Something they made up or heard of on TV. Probably the latter. TV these days was stupid, anyway. And the name sounded stupid, so it fit.
And more importantly…who was this girl? He had never seen her before, and there was no way she was related to anyone else here. Vert would know. He's had to deal with so many bratty students, and none of them resembled the little lion girl before him. Plus, there were no Lion Faunus in the school, surprisingly.
And how did Nala meet Violet? And why was Vert only finding out about it now? And then, there was Nala's behavior.
The way she seemed to stick close to Violet...it was almost familiar. He had been around a lot of Faunus in his lifetime. And he was experienced enough to know the signs. For example, the way Nala seemed to be acting around Violet seemed similar to two people he had seen a long time ago. But then again, that couple were much older than the two little girls in front of him.
And besides, he was probably just paranoid because of his 'grandfather' instincts. No matter how similar it looked to what he had seen before, there's no way that that could've happened. Right?
Right?
…Right.
"So where did she really come from?" Vert felt the need to be the suspicious grandfather.
"We just told you," Violet pouted. She didn't know how to actually break this to her grandfather figure.
Not that she'd get the chance, since Vert decided he didn't want to play this "game" right now.
"Never mind. I'm gonna go talk to Ozpin."
Maybe he'll know who this child is. Nothing gets by Ozpin, after all.
Vert pat Violet's head and moved off.
"…He looks like a cross between Green Arrow and that drill sergeant my daddy had," Nala said as she could have sworn he looked like Drill Sergeant Screws.
"Eh, you're probably just imaging things."
…
…
"Wait, what were we doing again?"
Violet suddenly forgot the reason they were here.
"We were deciding who was going to hide and seek."
Nala suddenly perked up.
"Hey, I got an idea!"
Suddenly she tapped Violet's forehead.
"Tag! You're it!" she shouted as she started running.
"HEY! NO FAIR!" Violet took off after her.
Nala started laughing. In reality, she didn't have a lot of people her own age to play with. And when she did come across other kids her age, they were not the kind of people she wanted to hang around.
In all honesty, Nala was never one of those kids who threw a tantrum to get their way. Mostly because when your parents die, you learn that sometimes life is going to dish out something horrible.
She was lucky to get a second chance with her new family. But in all honesty, this was the first time she could actually feel like a little kid with someone else her age.
It was refreshing.
"YOU CHEATED!" Violet shouted and pouted as Nala ran up some stairs.
"It's not cheating! It's strategy!" she shouted back as she saw that Violet seemed to be hopping up the stairs after her.
...That is so freaking cute.
"Call it what you want! I thought we were playing hide and seek!"
Violet was faking anger, but in all honesty, she was having fun.
Nala smirked as she sped up the pace. In all honesty, she had no idea where she was going. But that's what made it fun. Plus Violet seemed to be enjoying herself.
"Nyah nyah nyah nyah! You can't catch me!" Nala taunted playfully as she turned a corner.
"Oh I will! And you will be sorry!" Violet laughed as she ran onto a wall and did a hop off of it.
Nala may have been fast, but Violet was more acrobatic.
Suddenly Nala turned around the corner and Violet smirked as she knew that was a dead end.
"Annnndd, I GOT YOU!" She yelled as she turned around the corner….
Only to find that Nala wasn't there.
"Huh?"
Okay, where did she go?
"Nala?"
…
"BOO!" Nala shouted as she came out from behind a pillar annndd…
Started tickling Violet.
"BWA HA HA HA HA! STOP!" Violet started laughing as her bunny ears shot up in surprise.
She hated being ticklish.
"TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!" Nala shouted happily as she got Violet's side.
"BWA HA! NO FAIR! NO FAIR!" Violet knew she needed to get out of this.
So she tackled Nala.
"Ha! Gotcha!" Suddenly she felt herself being lifted.
And next thing she knew she was on the ground.
"Ha! Pinned you!" Nala smirked just like the Disney character she was named after had.
"Phooey..."
Violet suddenly realized something.
"Nala..." She smirked as Nala forgot one thing.
"What?" Nala smirked in victory.
"We're still playing Tag."
And Nala's smirk disappeared.
"TAG!" Violet yelled as she slipped out from underneath Nala and ran away.
"HEY!" Nala started the pursuit.
And the chase was on again. This time they zipped right past Nora Valkyrie.
"What the?" Nora said as she narrowly avoided Violet.
"Sorry Auntie!" Nala suddenly yelled out as she turned to see said lion girl running towards her.
"Auntie?" What?!
"Look out!" Nala suddenly dropped to her knees...
And did a power slide right through Nora's legs.
"I'll get you Hoppity Hop!" Nala gave Violet a new nickname.
"Hey! Don't call me Hoppity Hop, Kitty Kat!"
"Hey! I'm a ferocious lion!" Nala said as she pointed to her lion tail while running.
"More like a lion cub." Violet taunted as she sped up.
"My daddy says I'll be a mighty hunter one day!"
"Mmhmm, sure you will!"
As both little girls disappeared around a corner, Nora stood frozen on the spot, her eyes wide in shock.
"Ah, there you are, Nora," Ren said as he caught up and noticed Nora's frozen expression. "Is something wrong?"
"…Renny…a little lion girl just ran by with Violet and called me Auntie…."
Ren blinked. "…Okay?"
…
…
Nora grabbed Ren and shook him by his shoulders.
"I'M AN AUNTIE! WHICH MAKES YOU AN UNCLE!"
"N-Nora, I-I'm s-sure i-it's j-just a-a m-misunderstanding."
Ren was being shook pretty hard.
"NO MATTER!" Nora shouted valiantly. "That little lion girl will be our niece! I, THE QUEEN, DECLARE IT SO!"
Ren knew he shouldn't have fed Nora pancakes with double syrup for lunch.
Meanwhile, Nala was still chasing her cute bunny friend Violet around in their game of tag.
Nala was catching up….
And then she grabbed Violet by the waist.
"Ha!" she exclaimed as they rolled around on the ground.
Nala pinning her again.
"Ha! Pinned you again!" Nala smirked as Violet pouted.
"Phooey." Violet was about to escape again when she noticed something.
"H-Ha...got you...again…."
Nala suddenly seemed drowsy.
"Uh, are you okay?" Violet asked. Nala didn't look so good.
"Suddenly…so…tir-."
And then she saw Nala's face getting closer.
"W-What are you-?" Her voice was cut off as something unexpected happened.
CLUNK!
Nala's head went right past hers as she hit the pavement.
"Zzzzzzzzzz."
She was asleep.
"Nala?" Violet poked her face.
"Mmmmm…steak," Nala smiled in her sleep as she hugged Violet.
"…Well, she was awfully tired earlier," Violet said as she pushed her new friend off of her. She checked Nala's face a bit….
"She's kinda pretty now that I think about it."
Violet blinked.
Wait, what? Where did that come from?
Violet shook her head. It was probably nothing.
"Well, I should take her back to her parents."
Violet decided to pick up her friend for a piggy back ride….
And that was her first mistake.
"Nom!"
"O-Ow! Hey!"
(With Colt, Jem, and Winter OOP)
The three adults were currently making their way up the dormitory building to the floor that Colt stayed in, and where Jem and his family would be staying for the foreseeable future.
While they were walking, Colt was talking to Jem about the two years that the bearded man experienced and that Colt had not. Colt really did miss Earth, and hearing about any developments that occurred after his death was a must.
One bit, though…had Colt in disbelief.
"Let me get this straight," Colt began. "The 45th president of the United States…is Donald Trump?"
"Yup," Jem responded.
"The guy from Celebrity Apprentice?"
"Uh-huh."
"The real-estate businessman who, if I remember correctly, has no political experience whatsoever?"
"Pretty much."
"The guy infamously known for firing people?"
"Mmhmm."
Colt just stared at Jem….
Colt placed his hands on Jem's shoulders to hold him still and look him dead in the eye with the most serious look he's ever made.
"I'm going to ask you something, and I need you to answer me honestly."
Jem blinked. "Huh?"
"Just answer me honestly. It's about Trump, and I need you to be completely 100% honest with me."
Jem seemed wary all of a sudden. "O-Okay?"
Winter OOP couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She had heard people were extremely divided about that man running the country. What could Colt ask that was so serious? Perhaps he too was unsure about what to make of the man? Did he hate the man? Did he actually support him? Was he neutral? Was he of the "Left" or "Right"? Did he believe the man when he said that the mainstream media was "fake news"? Did he not believe it? What was this important question he was to ask?
Only way to know is to wait and see.
…
…
…
…
…
"Please…tell me he fired someone when he got into the White House?"
Winter OOP facepalmed. Never mind. He asked a stupid question.
Jem looked confused. "Huh?"
"Seriously," Colt continued with a bit of a laugh. "I always thought that if Trump ever became President and went to the White House, that's the first thing he'd do. Kinda like this-."
(Scenario Beginning)
WH Greeter: Welcome to the White House, Mr. Trump.
Trump: Thank you. As my first official act as President, you're fired.
WH Greeter: Wait, wha-?!
Trump: Get out of my White House.
(Scenario End)
"That would've been comedy gold!"
Jem and Winter OOP just gave Colt flat stares.
"I mean, obviously it wouldn't have been funny for the person fired, and I don't actually wish it happened, but it would've made headlines for sure and made at least some people laugh."
Jem ran a hand down his face. "No…that didn't happen."
"Well, shit," Colt sighed. "Would've been hilarious. Again, not for the person fired, but still."
He looked up. "But still…President Trump. Never thought it would actually happen."
Jem shrugged. "It's better than Hillary Clinton, anyway."
"Not sure about that. I mean, after hearing nothing but bad things about either person, I kinda just assumed America would be screwed either way."
Jem narrowed his eyes. "You dare doubt our great country?"
"Watch what you say next, Mr. Remington."
Colt deadpanned at Winter OOP before turning back to Jem.
"I don't. I'm a patriot just as much as you."
Winter OOP stifled a giggle.
Colt raised an eyebrow at that, to which she provided an answer.
"I highly doubt you'd be as patriotic as my fiancé."
Colt suddenly remembered how Jem reacted when he found out Nala's gun had been taken away by Violet.
He sweatdropped. "Okay, yeah. Maybe not that patriotic."
"How dare you?!" Jem exclaimed dramatically and patriotically. "You can't put a limit on patriotism!"
"I'm patriotic. I just don't express it as much."
"And that's because?"
"Never felt like it. Just preferred to get through life without trouble."
"…Very well, then."
Jem raised a finger towards Colt. "I swear on my love for America…THAT YOU WILL BE AS PATRIOTIC AS ME BEFORE MY FAMILY AND I RETURN HOME!"
…
…
Colt turned to Winter OOP. "He's not serious, is he?"
She smirked. "I'm afraid so."
Colt rubbed his eyes. "Yup, totally called it. You're gonna be a pain in my ass."
"A patriotic pain in your ass!"
Colt groaned into his palm, which amused Winter OOP a bit.
"I, you, she, we…never mind."
He removed his hand an raised an eyebrow. "Besides...America's still there last time you checked, right?"
"Yeah," Jem answered.
"...Well, guess Trump must not be doing that bad, then."
Winter OOP deadpanned. "You're judging based on America just 'still being around'?"
"Yeah, pretty much. I tended to stay away from politics and just watered it down to 'if America isn't a wasteland by now, then someone must be doing something right'."
He waved his hand. "But enough about all that crap. I actually wanna ask about something else."
Jem and Winter OOP turned to him. "Yes?"
"…What…the…fuck?!"
Both blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Who the fuck lets their five-year-old-?!"
"Six."
"Six-year-old child…have a fucking gun?!"
Winter OOP gave a flat stare to Jem. "That's exactly how I reacted."
Jem scratched his beard. "I mean, I taught her how to properly use it and all."
Colt deadpanned. "Are you Big Daddy from the movie Kick-Ass?"
"Well no, but-."
"THEN YOU DON'T GIVE YOUR CHILD A GUN! That is literally Parenting 101! Keep your children away from dangerous objects! I'm pretty sure a gun falls under that category!"
Jem rolled his eyes. "I've already heard this from Winter. Several times, actually. I don't need to hear it again."
"And are you really one to talk, Mr. Remington?"
Colt raised an eyebrow at Winter OOP. "I beg your pardon?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but a bludgeoning weapon counts as a dangerous object, does it not?"
"Yes."
"Ergo, it is something to be kept out of a child's hands, yes?"
"…What about it?"
She gave a small smirk. "Does a security baton not count as a bludgeoning weapon? And therefore, a dangerous object?"
"…Yes?"
"Well then…why does young Violet have one?"
…
…
Jem smirked at a silent Colt. "Yeah, dude. Why does she have a bludgeoning weapon?"
Winter continued. "Also, a stun gun is still a gun. And yet your daughter has one as well."
Colt just stood still.
"So you scold my fiancé about allowing Nala to have a gun, when you yourself have allowed your own daughter to have a baton and Taser."
Winter's smirk widened. "Do explain that logic to us, please?"
Colt raised a finger and opened his mouth, but no words came out. He tried again, only to yield the same results.
…
…
"Okay," Colt finally said. "We're just gonna put a pin on this conversation and come back to it another time."
Jem and Winter OOP low-fived, much to Colt's annoyance.
Colt turned and moved towards a room, then pointed at it.
"This is where you and your family will be staying."
He then pointed to a room next to it.
"That room is mine. I or Neo will be there if you need anything."
Jem and Winter OOP stared at Colt.
"…What?"
Jem tilted his head. "You share a room with Neo?"
Colt blinked. "…Oh right. Yeah, that's a thing. She's part of the security force here-."
Winter OOP deadpanned. "You have a criminal on a security force here at Beacon? A criminal who could backstab you at any moment for the people she works for?"
"She's making strides, okay? She gave up the virus that would've been installed into the CCT. No taking control of robots or finding out secret information for Cinder."
Jem whistled. "Damn, really?"
"Yup," Colt grinned. "And with Neo on our side, Roman might be as well. So there's that."
Winter OOP hummed. "I see…that's rather impressive, actually."
Colt nodded. "Thanks."
"However."
Winter OOP narrowed her eyes at Colt. "Just how is it that you are sharing a room with Neopolitan?"
"Ozpin said she was my responsibility since it was my idea to bring her in in the first place."
"I see…."
"Something wrong?" Colt asked.
"Oh nothing," Winter OOP said rather nonchalantly. "It's just that it seems highly inappropriate for you two to be sharing living quarters."
Jem smirked. "Yeah…after all, who knows what activities you two could be doing in a room? Alone. With no one watching."
…
…
Colt grit his teeth as his cheeks burned red.
"Nothing like that happens."
"And we're just supposed to take your word for it?" Winter OOP asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I'd appreciate it you did, yes."
Jem pat Colt's shoulder. "It's okay, Colt. We don't judge."
"I do."
"My fiancé does. I don't."
"NOTHING HAPPENS, GODDAMN IT!"
Colt breathes heavily as Jem and Winter OOP stare in amusement.
He glared. "…A lot of people screw with me as is. Don't be added to it, please."
"No promises," Jem and Winter OOP said.
Colt facepalmed and quickly opened the door to the room.
"Just get in there."
"Whoa, there," Jem joked. "I'm engaged. And we don't do threesomes."
…
…
Colt grabbed Jem by his beard and pulled hard.
"AHH! I'M SORRY! I WON'T JOKE LIKE THAT AGAIN!"
"Good."
Colt tossed Jem inside with a surprising amount of strength.
Crash sounds echoed from inside.
"A pain in my ass."
"A patriotic pain in your ass!"
"Do I need to kick your ass again?"
"You got lucky last time! There's no Qrow to nullify my luck this time!"
"Luck runs out."
"Mine doesn't!"
"Keep telling yourself that."
Winter OOP shook her head in amusement and moved into the room, Colt following after.
Jem stood next to his fiance and stroked his beard as they examined the room.
"…It'll do."
"Indeed."
Colt rolled his eyes. "Glad it's up to your personal standards."
Winter OOP was unamused at the use of a line she'd say, while Jem cackled.
"Well, unless there's something else, then-."
"Daddy."
The three adults turned…and found a truly adorable sight.
Violet was currently carrying a sleeping Nala on her back in piggyback style. What made it most adorable, however, was the fact that Nala was once again nomming on Violet's bunny ear.
"Nom, nom, nom, nom," she mumbled in her sleep as she continued nomming.
Violet gave a pleading look. "Please get her to stop."
…The three adults took out their scrolls and started recording.
"Hey!"
"What?" Colt asked. "I'm your father. I have to tease you about something at some point."
"Same here for our daughter," Jem and Winter OOP said in unison.
Violet gave a huff as the adults continued recording. She walked into the room and moved towards the bed.
"Seriously, get her off please? She's sleepy and needs an actual bed."
"Aw, how sweet!" Colt teased. "You care about your little lion friend!"
Violet gave an angry pout. How dare they not take this seriously? Nala needs rest! And to stop nomming on her bunny ear already!
"Daddy," Violet warned.
"Oh alright, fine. I got all the material I need. Jem?"
Jem stopped recording and moved to get Nala. He gently grabbed Nala and removed her from Violet's back.
"Ow!"
Only to realize that Nala was very reluctant to let go of Violet's bunny ear.
"Nom, nom, nom."
Violet pouted as her bunny ear was still in Nala's mouth.
"Well," Jem said. "Unless you want me to yank her off Violet's bunny ear-."
"NO!" Colt, Winter OOP, and Violet yelled, which somehow didn't wake Nala up.
"Then I don't think she's letting go anytime soon."
Violet slumped. Her poor bunny ear….
"Unless," Winter OOP wondered.
"Unless what?" Colt asked.
Winter OOP moved and whispered into Nala's ear.
"Sweetie, we've got steak."
Suddenly, Nala was awake.
"STEAK?!"
She let go of Violet's bunny ear, much to the latter's relief.
"Ah," Winter OOP smiled. "You're awake."
Nala blinked, then looked around.
"Where's the steak?"
Winter smile became apologetic. "Sorry, there isn't. It was all we could think of to get you to let go of Violet's ear."
Nala blinked…then blushed.
"I nommed her bunny ear again, didn't I?"
Violet gave an angry pout while rubbing said ear, which made Nala blush even more.
Jem pat Nala's head. "Don't worry. It happens."
Nala looked down. "S-Sorry, Violet."
Violet huffed. "It's okay. Just don't make a habit of it, please."
"No promises."
"Wait, wha-?"
"Well, now that that's settled," Colt interrupted. "We'll just let you three get some rest. Come on, Vi-."
"Wait."
Colt blinked and turned to Jem. "Yeah?"
"I never asked…how did you get to Remnant?"
Winter OOP hummed. "I'm actually curious myself. You left that part out when we spoke before."
Colt scratched his head. "Um…it's a bit of a sore subject. And a little unbelievable."
"Oh," Jem said. "Well if it's a sore thing to talk about, you don't have to-."
"Actually, considering the craziness I've heard from you all, maybe my…relatively normal tale could be a change of pace."
"STORY TIME!" Violet and Nala yelled as they sat on the floor next to each other. Violet already knew about Colt, but she wouldn't mind hearing it again.
Colt smiled a bit and chuckled.
"Well, alright then."
He held out his arms out dramatically. "A long time ago…in a galazy far, far awa-."
"Colt/Daddy," the four deadpanned, with Violet saying the "Daddy" part.
"Oh alright, fine."
He sighed and looked up.
"It all started…when I died."
(With Vert)
Vert deadpanned at the sight before him.
And people tell me adults can't be brats.
The Headmaster of Beacon Academy, Ozpin, was currently having the life choked out of him by Qrow Branwen.
"YOU CHEATING SON OF A-!"
"IT WAS A LEGITIMATE STRATEGY! JUST LIKE CAMPING IN ONLINE GAMING!"
"YOU DON'T EVEN PLAY ONLINE!"
"OF COURSE I DO! WHO DO YOU THINK KEEPS KILLING AND TEABAGGING YOU?"
Qrow went wide-eyed…then saw only red.
"YOU MOTHERFU-!"
"So, how long has this been going on?" Vert asked as Qrow choked Ozpin even more.
"About five minutes," Glynda commented nonchalantly.
"…Why?"
"Ozpin cheated a recent bet from Qrow and others."
Ah. Brat stuff.
Vert shook his head. "Guess I can't ask about the little lion girl."
"Ah, you've met young Nala."
Vert blinked and turned to the disciplinarian. "You know about her?"
"Yes. Apparently she and her parents are from an alternate Remannt."
…
…
"Wait, that's true?" Vert asked incredulously.
"Considering there are now two Winter Schnees in this academy, I'd say yes.
Huh…well, now Vert owed Violet an apology.
And he couldn't help but wonder about Colt's reaction to there now being two Winters.
And he needed to know about the new "alien" arrivals….
"Where are they?" Vert asked.
"Mr. Remington escorted them to an available room next to his," Glynda replied.
Vert nodded, then took a last look at Qrow and Ozpin being brats, the former still choking the latter.
"…You're not gonna stop this?"
"Qrow won't actually kill him."
"You sure?"
"Yes…maybe…hopefully."
Vert rolled his eyes and launched two Boxing Glove arrows at the two brats.
Qrow and Ozpin were knocked out cold.
"Damn brats."
With a shake of his head, Vert left Glynda to deal with the unconscious adults (brats).
Time to meet the "aliens", apparently.
MAO: Okay...okay...I've stopped my tears...I'm calm now.
JC: Yeah same here...
MAO: Right, then. So...Nala and Violet were once again cute.
JC: Yes they were, and Jem is now committed to turning Colt into a patriot. Think he'll be able to do it?
MAO: Into a patriot like Jem? Oh hell, no. But he'll certainly try.
JC: It's funny to imagine, imagine Colt drinking moonshine while blaring out 'God bless the usa' while firing a rifle from a truck.
MAO: I'm imagining it...it DEFINITELY won't happen...I hope. Jem is enough. We don't need two.
JC: Yep...oh but the thought is funny. I can only imagine how Jem will react to Vert, after all, he does look like his old drill sergeant.
MAO: Yeah. Who would've thought it?
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MAO: Oh well. You all know the drill. If you liked this, be sure to follow and fav. Leave a review while you're at it! We'd love to hear from you guys.
JC: Yep. And like always, you stay free, America!
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JC: Also to a combat veteran on YouTube, please don't sue me for using you line.
MAO: LATERS!
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*MAO goes back to gushing over the cuteness that is the drawing of Violet*