Author's Note: **I have had to Reuplod this chapter due to technical reasons, my apologies for any confusion** Wassup bitches? Welcome to part two of 'Coco's Wrath'. Head's up, this chapter might have a bit of OOC-ness. I kind of had to do that in the first place with Coco. Mainly because we really don't know much about Team CFVY besides them being badasses (nice job Rooster Teeth.
Chapter 11: Coco's Wrath Pt 2
"Well…f**k," Reese spoke for all when he said that. After which he facepalmed while Sam had to sit down, and Travis massaged his temples.
It had been one hell of a day for the three members of Team BBRS. Their leader, Brandon, was apparently on a date with a nice girl, no doubt about it, but the team leader of that team appeared to be the devil in disguise. Seriously, they all swore they saw Coco's eyes turn blood red when she entered in the cafeteria. All they wanted to do was relax after the stressful day they'd had. Go down to the shooting range, kick some training room ass, and sneak into the teacher's lounge to replace the coffee grounds with powder laxative. You know the normal earthling stuff.
But no! Brandon had to go think with his 'junk' and go on a date with the one girl you dared not to hurt. Velvet, Velvet Scarlatina, the woman who had 'Property of Coco' tattooed, not stamped but tattooed, on her ass. Even if it was harmless, and nothing was going to come of it, Travis had a certain and undeniable fear of Coco. It was almost as bad as Reese's illogical fear of being chased by multiple women.
Though, when you looked at all the relationships they had with Coco Adel, Sam seemed to have many parallels with her. They were both charismatic, humorous, and they both packed a punch with an unsuspecting weapon. And now here they were. A predator and prey, then the two were going to engage into some kind of carnal em-NO BAD SAM STOP THINKING LIKE THAT! BAD THOUGHTS! BAD THOUGHTS! Sam shook his head at that the very thought of…whatever that was. He honestly tried not thinking about getting with one of the girls at Beacon, it would only create rumors. Travis already had enough rumors about him and Yang being a thing. Personally speaking, Sam, didn't want any of those same rumors, mainly out of respect for the girls which he had plenty of. You see when they first arrived here, the group proposed to not be romantically involved with anyone on Remnant in the event they actually returned home. If they were to go back, they couldn't take their significant other with them and they couldn't stay here and not go back to their friends, family, and past lives. As much as they all wished they would try not to get involved with the ladies of Remnant. Welp, Brandon shot that out pretty quick. One nice chat, a night to themselves, and off Brandon goes to a date with one of the girls. Honestly speaking, Sam couldn't blame him, but on the other hand why couldn't he have chosen someone else? Why couldn't he choose someone like Yang, or hell even Coco? But no he had to choose Velvet.
"I swear to god," Travis mumbled, feeling the Bullhead descend onto the ground, "when we find Brandon I'm going to kill him."
"You already said that Travis," Reese told him, mid sentence his voice shifted as he put his helmet on.
"So long as Coco doesn't get him first," Sam said making adjustments on the Alto Cannon before the barrel was illuminated a light blue.
"Don't remind me," Travis said getting near the door. The Bullhead landed, a jerk as the landing gear plummeted softly on the ground. The door slowly opened revealing the midday sun and air. Okay let's do this. "Alrighty then," Travis clapped his hands together, "let's go find us our glorious and incredibly horny team leader!"
"Oh for f****s sake," Reese sighed.
"Reese you killed the f*****g mood man," Travis said walking out.
"Really I killed it? I? Me? Jeffrey 'Reese' Martins, killed the mood when you just called our team leader 'horny'? You did that yourself man."
"Can we please go?" Sam asked, "We're blocking the path to the people behind us."
The other two looked back to see a bunch of pissed off people behind them. "Oh, shit," Reese crackled through his radio, "we should probably leave."
"Agreed."
The cafeteria of Beacon Academy was still reeling from earlier events. You know, where Coco Adel chased three members of Team BBRS out of a window claiming they 'ruined Velvet's innocence'. Honestly speaking she had done this sort of thing before, but never with this amount of bloodthirst. Usually people tried to step up to her leading to a one way ticket to the infirmary, it was either broken bones or a bullet or two. The window was still broken after Sam blasted it as an escape route, in fact all windows in the room were busted from the shockwave. A nifty little draft was blowing through the room, practically asking for people to leave, maybe the room wished to mourn for its windows.
Just as confused as anybody, Teams RWBY and JNPR walked back to their rooms about to hit the training floor. The Vytal Festival was rapidly approaching, and now amount of Team BBRS shenanigans was going to stop that. Weiss made sure of that. She didn't hate the earthlings, but they had a tendency to act like Ruby. Impulsive and rather childish at times. Ok, maybe scratch that, we'll say they're like Yang and Ruby, with a little bit of Ren and Nora mixed in. Reese was known for being stoic outside of his little outbursts here and there when talking to Travis or any of the others, Sam was the talkative one who was always the nicest out of the group. Brandon proved to be the leader type many assumed he was, he could be cold or warm to the people around you, and probably the strongest physically speaking. Travis was the wisecrack, the smart one, and the strongest mentally. He chose not to go outright guns blazing, but used a bit of wit to overpower his opponent, if that didn't work then XYZ would see to his victory. In terms of who was actually strongest on the team, it was still up to debate. Students who kept track of that, mainly Pyrrha and Weiss, say that it's a tie between Travis and Brandon, Reese was third, and Sam was probably the weakest. That's not saying Sam was like Jaune, no one was like Jaune in terms of combat, but he was more like Ren. Competent, but works better with his team rather than on his lonesome. Sure, Blake had said he was able to subdue a bunch of White Fang on the docks that night, but it was the White Fang we're talking about. That monkey tailed rapscallion could take care of the White Fang, it wasn't something to brag about. All in all, the enigmatic Team BBRS had proven themselves to be formidable opponents, they ranked below Team RWBY in terms of strength but way above the likes of CRDL. Travis and Brandon could probably dispose of the CRDL in a two v. four scenario.
There was one fact they all still had a hard time believing, even if they insisted on it. The fact that they were from another world. A world without the Grimm, with no Dust, a world without kingdoms, no huntsman and huntresses. Just a world of civilians. Did they all get along? Was there ever any conflict? How did they power things back on 'Earth'? They didn't mention that. Oh, and they all wanted to know. While Team RWBY was getting ready, not a single word was being spoken, they knew though. They all knew what they wanted to do. Yang had the biggest grin on her face, and the heiress saw that.
"Yang, no," Weiss told her blonde teammate.
"And why not?" She asked, her grin growing.
"Because they asked us not to pry into their personal lives," Weiss argued, "and barging into their room when their gone is prying."
"Yang," the blonde's younger sister said, "they already told us their big secret. The least we could do is not try to pry into more of their lives."
"But the most we could do is find out more about them," Yang smiled, somehow by the grace of god her smile got wider, "maybe we could find some blackmail on them."
"Yeah like what?" Blake asked.
"You heard what Travis was saying about Brandon and Velvet, maybe they were doing a 'biology experiment'," Yang teased.
"Yeah what did Travis say?" Ruby asked curiously, and Yang saw the mistake she just made, "That Brandon fu-"
"No! Bad Ruby!" Yang immediately put her hand in front of Ruby's mouth, "Don't say things like that!"
"Why not?" She asked as she broke from her sister's grasp, "They all do it."
"They come from a different world," Blake said, "they probably have a different culture."
"A more vulgar culture," Yang added, rather unhappy with what they've influencing upon Ruby.
"Still," Blake said, "I would like to know more about their home."
"Yeah, I think it would help us understand and connect with them," Weiss said in probably the most pretentious and boring way possible.
"Well, perhaps I can help you with that," a voice said from there doorway. The four girls of Team RWBY jumped up and turned to see their headmaster, Ozpin, standing in the doorway. "Hello girls."
"Oh headmaster!" Ruby said, still a little surprised and a tad in fear, "How much have you heard?"
"Oh I've heard most of your conversation," the four lowered their head. They were to keep Team BBRS' origin a secret to all, even the headmaster. The mysterious headmaster saw that and sought to relieve them of their fears, "You have nothing to be concerned of, I am quite aware of Team BBRS and their origins."
"You are?" Ruby asked.
"Yes, you didn't think I would let students in my school without knowing about them. I am a huntsman after all, and I am required to look out for everyone in my school."
"What do you mean you can help?" Blake asked.
"Come with me," Ozpin said cryptically before walking off. The girls shrugged and walked with their headmaster.
The walk with Ozpin was quiet, no one dared to make a sound. The group of five entered into an empty classroom where Miss Goodwitch, Professor Port, Profes-(Sorry) Doctor Oobleck, and Team JNPR were all seated looking at a blank projector screen. The were all seated in desks, and Oobleck even had a notebook and pencil.
"Why good day ladies," Port greeted.
"Hello girls," Oobleck waved.
"Um hi?" Ruby waved back to her two teachers, "What are we doing here?"
Ozpin walked to the front of the room and stood with his cane and cup in hand. "Well since we have all been made aware of Team BBRS' origins and their Home, I figured it would be beneficial to understand more about their home."
"Wait," Jaune said from a desk, "you know?"
"Yes Mr. Arc," Ozpin stated, "me a Miss Goodwitch were some of the first to know."
"So when did Professor Port and Professor Oobleck find out?" Yang asked as the girls took seats next to Team JNPR.
"Doctor," Oobleck corrected flatly readjusting his glasses, "but me and my associate were made aware about two days ago."
"And what a story that was," Port exasperated, "poor Barty over here nearly shook Mr. Basco senseless asking for more and more information."
"It was merely to understand much of their mysterious dimension," Oobleck offered, but not at all offended by Port's comment.
"Which is why I have brought you all here," Ozpin brought the group back to the conversation, "Team BBRS was kind enough to record some, what they called, 'vlogs'. Think of them as journal entries or articles. But they each talks about differing subjects of their world. How small some differences are, and some that contrast greatly. I don't know what is on these recordings myself, so I will be watching with you." Ozpin then sat down next to the other teachers at a desk.
"Ozpin," Glynda said, "are you sure?"
"I'm just as much a student as all of you are," Ozpin replied as the video was beginning to play.
Oobleck adjusted his glasses and clicked a pen, and the rest all leaned in as the video started. The screen changed to the Team BBRS dorm room with Brandon, Travis, Reese, and Sam all sitting in row where you could all see them in front of the desk Travis usually frequented.
"Hello," the recording of Travis said first, "my name is Travis Basco."
"I'm Brandon Rainwater," the Trombone player said.
"I'm Reese," he said flatly, they saw Travis look to Reese and nudge. Reese gave a half scowl back to Travis before coming back to the cameras, "Reese Martins.
"And I'm Sam Perish," the youngest of the group said exuberantly, the students laughed slightly at that."
"And on Remnant we are known on Team BBRS, but back Home we are just regular people," Travis explained, "if you're seeing this then you probably stole it, or the more likelier scenario you have been made aware of where our Home is. Our Home, lies within another dimension, a planet called Earth."
"Earth is very similar to Remnant in terms of its geography," Brandon took over, "Forests, snow capped mountains, scorching deserts, resort beaches, bustling cities, small towns, and vast oceans." It was at this point that an image of Earth popped up to the side of Brandon, it covered Reese and Sam in the process along with a portion of Travis' as well. The group all stared at, and all went wide eyed, including Ozpin. The sphere was so…blue, multiple clouds and land masses sprawled all over the picture. It was way too detailed to be a drawing like most maps on Remnant were, it practically looked real. "This is Earth, our Home. Unlike Remnant we do not have Dust, or the Grimm, which is probably why we have scoured every inch of our globe and have colonized the hospitable places, which is nearly everywhere. Our planet has a total of seven billion people living in it. We don't have kingdoms per se, but we have countries. Think of them as kingdoms but much more democratic in nature. When we think of 'kingdoms' back home we think of monarchies and tyranny, our apologies if we offend you, but that's just one difference in our cultures."
The picture of Earth shifted to the left and showed Reese and Sam while Travis and Brandon were covered. "Earth is comprised completely of humans," Reese said in his low monotone voice, "we do not have, nor did we ever have, the faunus."
Blake nearly stood up when Reese said that, and almost walked out. None? No faunus at all? She was devastated. She sat back down, trying not to make a scene, her disappointment knew no bounds at that point.
"While we do not have the faunus on our planet, we have made up for it with our vast range of cultures. With nearly two hundred individual countries all ranging in their own histories, traditions, religions, and people it more than makes up for the lack of a separate species."
"Earth itself is divided into seven different continents," Sam said, the globe flattened out and covered all their faces. "Their is Europe," a chunk of the map was highlighted showing the borders of the continent in the middle of the map, "Asia, Africa, North America, South America, and Australia/Oceania. We, as in Team BBRS, live in North America." The map then zoomed in on the continent in question and highlighted a certain section of the continent, "The country, or kingdom from your perspective, that we live in is called The United States of America. We live in the northwestern most state on the mainland, Washington State."
The map vanished and went back to the four earthlings sitting, and looking back at the audience. "We hope you found this video informative," Travis said, "there will be many more going into greater detail about our science, history, culture, politics, and many more topics in our videos. Until next time." The video ended right after with the screen going black.
Ozpin stood up, "Would you like to continue?"
"Yes!" All people in the word said at once.
"Good, then let's continue," Ozpin started the next video.
I can't help but wonder how the guys are doing, Ruby thought remembering the predicament they got themselves in. Her head snapped up at the sound of Travis' voice. "Hello there, I'm Travis Basco, and today we'll be talking about science and the differences we have back on Earth. To start we'll be going with the basics of physics and how…"
"Son of a bitch Reese hurry up! I think I saw her coming around the corner!" Travis yelled as the three ran through an alley.
The Mandalorian came into the alley just in time to avoid a few shots landing right behind him damaging the wall. "Jesus H. Christ! Travis! We can't keep running forever! We got to find Brandon!"
"I know that, but whenever we start that wench keeps on popping up! What the f**k do you want me to do?! There's a reason why Brandon's the leader of our little 'posse'!"
Sam then shocked the two of them by putting himself between them and both gave a grimacing stare. "Reese, I want you to fly above and get to the rooftops, she can't get you there. Travis, try searching the downtown area, if they're not there get yourself back to Beacon and get the girls and JNPR. You guys got that?"
Travis and Reese both exchanged looks of confusion. "Since when did we get all brave?" Travis asked, a bit impressed.
"When my two teammates are arguing like bitches while we're being chased by a giant bitch!"
"Geez, someone's uptight," Reese said, his helmeted head moving with his sigh.
"Just go."
"What about you?" Travis asked.
"Aw Travis are you worried about me?" Sam asked, pretending to be thankful.
"No, I'm just afraid of your cousin if we come home and you're in an urn, I swear to god that woman scares me."
"Me too man…me too."
"But seriously, what are going to do?"
"I'm going to fight her."
"..."
"..."
"What?"
"Sam," Travis put a hand to his shoulder, "do we need to find a pharmacist and get a prescription for xanax?"
"No, Travis, I am not suicidal," Sam replied, "I'm serious."
"Sam, I'm scared of Kendra, what more humiliating blackmail do you need? Don't throw away your life, it might cost me mine."
"Travis, I'll be fine. Trust me.'
"That does not inspire confidence."
"Go," Sam was rather stern when he said that.
"Fine, call us when you need help," Reese fired up his jetpack and lifted himself to the top of the building.
Looking back down, Sam locked eyes with Travis. "You know usually the saying is 'call me "if" you need help'."
"Team BBRS!" The angry roar of some kind of demon possessed animal echoed through the street.
Travis looked from the street and back to his Saxophonist friend. "Yeah but in this scenario, you'll need help when the time comes." Travis was about to run off into the street on the other side of the alley. "You sure you're going to okay?"
Another roar came off, "Yeah sure, you know what they say: 'only the good die young'."
"That is not true on any level."
"F**k you Travis."
"Sorry, not a homosexual, and something tells me you aren't either," Travis was smiling like Yang does when she notices some romance was on the horizon.
"What?" Sam asked a bit pissed off.
"Oh, nothing, just noticing how you want to be alone with Coco," Travis took his leave not giving Sam a chance to respond.
Not that he didn't try.
"Well you know what?! F**K you. It was a stupid rule anyway, we should've just let Brandon and Velvet do the nasty and we just find a hotel or crash in JNPR's room! God knows I want to hear their love making in RWBY's dorm!"
"What was that?" A dark, demonic, hoarse said. Even though it gave a question, it sounded like it knew the answer, and it was not happy. Sam turned to see Coco, a demonic Coco but a Coco nonetheless.
"Coco!" Sam greeted, as if his whole body wasn't trembling with fear, "What are you doing here?"
"Where is she?" She said, her glasses lowered revealing the anger in her eyes.
"Where is who?" Sam playfully asked.
"Sam…" Coco growled taking a step forward.
"Coco," Sam tried to calm her down, he took a step back, "nothing happened last night, you're overreacting."
"Oh, I'm overreacting!" Coco mocked, "Well what do you call it when you see your teammate in the arms of a man dressed in almost nothing?!"
"Well I'd call it the day after Saint Patrick's Day, but what do I know?"
"Samuel!" Coco's purse shifted into the gatling gun, despite being filled with fear, Sam remained calm for some reason.
"Coco," he tried again, "Brandon is a man of faith, and back Home his religion stated that he was not to have sex until he married. He would never do something like that."
"I'm not worried about what Brandon would do, but I will make him pay. It's what you guys would do that makes me sick."
"Oh y- you think- we-THE F**K COCO!"
"Sam! Don't swear! It's a bad habit!"
"No, smoking is a bad habit! Drinking is a bad habit! Trying to balance a beach ball over a pit of crocodiles while on a tightrope is a bad habit! Swearing is not a bad habit! You think that me, Travis, and Reese would do something like 'that'? 'That'?! To Velvet?! When Bandon is right there in front of us?! You are just as dirty minded as so many back Home! And you know what?!" Sam began to charge the Alto Cannon and pulled up his other hand. In one motion he did the most unforgivable thing in Remnant, he flipped Coco off. He gave her the bird, the middle finger, the one finger salute. "F**k you, f**k him, f**k all this, f**k them especially, f**k her, f**k me, and f**k all of this I'm done!"
"Oh you are in so much trouble!"
"What are you going to do? Spank me?" Sam was getting an itchy trigger, much like Coco.
"Oh, so much worse!" Coco pulled the trigger, as did Sam.
The air was filled with the sound of bullets and the Alto Cannon.
"So, by now you have noticed that we tend to swear, like a lot, an ungodly amount of swearing," a recording of Samuel Perish said, "we learn to swear from usually our parents or our classmates in school. Which is a perfect segway to our education system." The eight student hunters had to admit, this wasn't too boring. The recordings Team BBRS made kept things moving, they didn't go into any long pauses, they put in a few jokes, and they even kept the swearing to minimum. Except when Travis was talking, he let one slip every now and then.
"We are legally required to attend school starting at around age five," Sam said. This surprised them all quite considerably. Due to how the world of Remnant was structured school for some kids like Weiss could be required by her parents, but for someone in the case of Ren or Nora school was not as mandatory until Combat School. "We start at Elementary School where we go till the age of eleven, we then go to Middle School from ages twelve to fourteen and trust me when I say this those years suck, and finally we end at high school which goes from fifteen to eighteen. After we graduate we are left at a crossroad. Do we go straight into the workforce, go to the military, or the more common option college. College is a lot like how Remnant does it and it shares similarities to the Huntsman Academies. We go to college to major in a particular subject. For example Travis was planning on going into Electrical Engineering, and Brandon was planning on being a professional Trombone player."
"You go to school for that?" Weiss shot out, the video paused and everybody looked to the heiress. The seven students were somewhat annoyed with her sudden outburst, "I'm just saying, why go to school for something that is considered a 'hobby'?" Ozpin started the video back up.
"We choose the lifestyles and interests we do for the sole purpose of wishing to be happy in life," Weiss immediately sunk in her chair as Sam went on, "Our life, our country was based on the ideas of the foundations of Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness."
A noble cause, Ozpin thought.
"Many go to college to find out who we are in life, it's what Travis tells me. We are so often kept too close to our parents and are stuck in the same place for many of us we never get to stretch out our wings to see what we truly are. College, or whatever we do in the future, let's us do that. This has been Samuel Perish, signing off."
The streets of Vale were-wait hold a second. Who gives a shit on what's happening on the ground when a man in space armor is rocketing around from rooftop to rooftop? Using the scanning function Reese's helmet had installed in it, thank you programming class, he combed through the people as he jumped from building to building. And damn this was proving to be difficult. How hard was it to find a rabbit faunus and a six foot two hunter-in-training.
"Maybe I'm going about this wrong," Reese said to himself, "where do you go during a date?" It was an honest question as Reese hadn't been on a date in years. And even then he just went to a dinner and- "There we go!" He yelled, his jetpack igniting to life before ju. He would go to every restaurant and find Brandon there. Was it the smartest idea to barge into the establishment that served food to go find them? Probably not, but Brandon got them into this mess. He was going to pay.
For some reason, Brandon got a sudden chill that ran up his spine. It made him stop for a moment and Velvet noticed. "Is everything alright?" She asked.
Brandon looked to Velvet. She was wearing a white colored dress with an orange floral pattern blazoned across it that went a little past her knees. He felt a little underdressed just with one of his plaid button up shirts and a pair of his jeans. But had he gone more formal, Velvet might've suspected this wasn't what Brandon had initially said.
Brandon smiled at the sound of Velvet's voice, it was soothing to him, "No, I'm fine, just thinking of the guys." Oh smoothe Brandon, he cursed himself, you're on a 'date' with a pretty girl and you talk about your guy friends. No wonder you were single back Home. "I mean-"
"I think it's great you always have your friends in the back of your mind. It's a testament to how great a leader you are."
"You really think I'm a great leader?" He had a small smile on his face.
"Yeah," Brandon practically melted at that, "you're kind, strong, decisive, caring. I bet the others could tell you if they just get here already. What time did you say they were coming by anyway?"
Oh crap, Brandon thought, "Well you see, Travis texted me back that they-uh-couldn't make it." (probably the most spot on words there 'Brandino')
"What do you mean?" Velvet pressed a bit closer to him.
Brandon was flustered at this point, "Um well that's a good question, the answer to that- maybe I should go reply to him and ask- do you want to continue walking I think I saw a wonderful shop over ther-"
"Brandon," Velvet stopped him with one word, albeit it was his name. That usually shut anybody up, "what's going on?"
Brandon gave a defeated sigh. "Okay," Brandon took a breath and then exhaled, "I lied a bit. This was supposed to be a date." Brandon said those last three words slower and disjointed from the rest. Velvet's eyes widened and a blush reddened her face. "I've wanted to ask you out for a long time, and I didn't know how to. It didn't hit me till last night when I was walking back, and then I saw Cardin about to-" Brandon was stopped when Velvet plant a kiss on his cheek.
When she pulled back Brandon smiled but got immediately slapped on the other cheek. "You big dummy," she put her hands on her hips, "what'd you do that for?"
"I was scared," Brandon admitted, "I was scared that if I asked you out and you said no, I don't think I could show my face around you. We earthlings tend to be very fragile about these matters."
Velvet lightly punched his shoulder, "You big oaf, of course I would have said 'yes'."
"You would?"
"Yeah, the same qualities that make you a great leader are the same reason I like you as a person."
"Well that's nice to know," Brandon motioned his arm to the street, "do you wish to continue?"
"Naturally," Velvet happily chirped, "my first date," Velvet marveled at the thought. "What would…" Velvet's eyes widened in horror as she realized one nagging detail, "Coco!"
"Something wrong?" (Oh, Brandon you are such an idiot.)
"You told Coco about taking me on a date?! Right?!"
"I'm sorry, you're a grown woman. I didn't think Coco would have to have the final say."
"It isn't that! Coco has looked out for my well being since day one at Beacon. She doesn't let any guy even think about touching me, let alone take me on a surprise date."
"I think you're overreacting," Brandon reached to pick up his scroll, "let me call Travis, I'm sure they're training with each other right now." (Could mercilessly slaughtering be considered 'training') Brandon waited a few seconds while the call went to Travis "Hey Travis how are we doi-"
"Brandon where the F**K are you?!"~(The signifies that this is a call and not Travis being right next to him) Travis howled on the other side, loud enough for all to hear. A mother and her younger child quickly moved past him hearing the foul language.
"Travis, calm down, what's going on?"
"'What's going on?' 'What's GOING ON!?' I'LL TELL YOU THE F**K WHAT'S GOING ON! Coco thinks you f*****d her little rabbit friend and is chasing us down like stray animals. You need to tell me where you are right now so we can calm her down and show her Velvet still has her innocence. Unless you already f*****d her, then we're already good as dead!"~ Velvet blushed wildly, as did Brandon, at Travis' comment.
"Travis I-ugh no I did not have sex with Velvet, you know I would never do that until I would get married," again Velvet blushed at the word 'marriage'.
"I know that, you know that, but does the she-devil with the purse that weighs a metric-f***ton know that?! Where are you? Please tell me."~
Brandon looked around for street signs. This was still his second time being in Vale and he hadn't gotten used to the street signs just yet. He was about to answer until Velvet took the Scroll. "Travis, we're at the corner of 85th and Luna Avenue."
"Thanks Velvet,"~ Travis recognized the voice of the Brandon's date, "I'll see you there after I tell Reese. Be safe, and protect Brandon. God knows what that she-devil will do to him."~
"Good luck Travis," Velvet hung up and returned the Scroll to Brandon. He looked disappointed.
"Are you angry?" He asked.
"No you big oaf, you didn't know. Can't be angry at that, even if Travis appears to be."
"Ahh Travis just tends to be an angry person, I swear sometimes he's worse than Yang when it comes to his temper."
"Then maybe they're a perfect match like many think they are," Velvet giggled at Travis' expense. Somewhere Travis felt a shiver run up his spine.
"No, just no."
"Why not? Don't think they'd make a cute couple?"
"No, I don't think the school could handle the two most angry individuals in the entirety of two different worlds ending up together. I mean what if they reproduce, they might give birth to literally Satan." The thought of Travis reproducing sent shivers and bad thoughts into their minds, Travis sneezed somewhere in the town of Vale.
Goddammit, what's with the allergies, Travis thought to himself.
"...and that's why no one likes the Prequels," Reese explained. The group didn't know how Reese got on a tangent about a set of prequels from some series beloved back home. What'd he call it? Star Wars? Eh, the natives of Remnant didn't particularly care (but Reese will make them care).
"Anyways," Travis said as Reese was still seething a bit, "our culture back home uses every bit of media, art, and form of entertainment for inspiration in our everyday lives. For example, there is a series of movies called 'Back to the Future' which showcases hoverboards. While we do not have these available to the mass populace prototypes of this technology."
"Another example of this inspiration is in the armor that I wear," Reese explained. Next to his face came a picture of a man wearing similar looking armor in the desert, trying to get away from some kind of tentacles beast, "the armor I wear is called Mandalorian Armor, it too, comes from the Star Wars Universe. The character I based it off was called Boba Fett, the most badass of all characters."
"And yet he had less than fifteen lines, and one of them was a 'wilhelm'," Travis said quietly, then Reese smacked him upside the head, "ow."
"We hope you found this video informative, and are interested in our entertainment culture. Until then, this is Reese and Travis, signing off."
Sam felt his whole body hit the side of a building after Coco slammed her purse into him. She had gotten a flank when Sam thought he had got away. People ran in fear of what was going on. Was it the White Fang? Grimm attack? No, it was some crazy ass bitch with a minigun purse trying to maim, or kill, some other assholes. With a groan he pulled himself out of the rubble and dusted off. Sam looked to the Alto Cannon and checked the charge, it's gonna need a few more seconds. Clicking a button the two blades, now known as Soprano and Bari, jutted out ready to be used. He flipped them in his hands effortlessly. Sam was nervous to say the least when he saw the form of Coco remove itself from the smoke. A large scowl over her face, her purse in hand but not yet in its dreaded minigun form. Sam still needed to stall, in hoped the others could find Brandon and Velvet.
"Coco! So good to see you again, I have this major headache, do you think you got any aspirin?"
"Shut up Perish," was all she growled, Coco kept walking closer.
Sam gulped silently, "Coco, please, let us explain."
"No."
"Come on, not even a snappy comeback. Just 'no'?"
"Yeah, just 'no'."
"Fine then," Sam narrowed his brow and tightened the grip on his blades.
Sam got a running start and lunged at Coco, leaping the air to do so. Soprano collided with Coco's purse and Sam used his leverage to stay elevated in midair. When his momentum finally gave out Sam fell to the ground and immediately ducked under a wide horizontal swing. Trying to make every second count Sam shot up and brought his fist to Coco's chin landing a successful uppercut. Not willing to give up Coco used the weight of her purse to accelerate an oncoming swing spinning her into a full circle. The purse came too fast for Sam to react and the earthling was blown back as his Aura took the hit. His shoulder felt a bit sore for the beating he had been receiving from that, and everything else he had been doing today. Not to mention the fight on the docks that he partook in just the night before. Sam brought back his resolve and placed Soprano, and just Soprano, into the barrel of the Alto Cannon leaving him with an open palm. With Coco coming towards him he stopped an overhead swing, the two deadlocked as Coco tried to crush Sam.
"So this is how it's going to be?" Sam grunted as he struggled to keep the blow at bay, "Our friend helps your friend and you immediately think we take advantage of her? Gee, you must really trust your friends. I would say I would 'hate to see your enemies', but it appears I am one so that point becomes moot."
Either Coco didn't hear it in her rage fueled assault, or she didn't care, she just kept up the pressure and eased off slightly before swinging it back down. Sam rolled out of the way, and just in time too, the ground where he just stood fractured and splintered from the blow. Oh f**k me that was close. Flipping Bari in his hand once, he held it by the tip of the blade. Let's see if those online tutorials weren't just talking shit. Raising his arm just so his dagger was at his ear, Sam chucked his blade at Coco. It spun in perfect rotations, and since Coco had done a full on sprint towards the Saxophonist, she didn't have enough time to evade. The blade struck her in the face, causing her to stop and hold her head in pain. Aw F**K YEAH! That was sweet. Something had changed though, and Sam didn't know what kind of trouble he had gotten himself into Sam heard a growl, something primal and nerve racking. Sam looked to see a sunglasses-less Coco Adel. To the ground were her sweet shades, they laid broken and cracked on the ground, Bari the blade was lodged in a wall after it bounced off Coco's face. Sam looked into Coco's eyes, those once caring, kind, snarky, hilarious, beautiful… No BAD SAM! SHE'S TRYING TO KILL YOU! Sam couldn't help but admit a certain beauty there was to Coco, he also couldn't admit there was a certain fear induced by the rage in her eyes. Sam gulped, this time audible, he was truly afraid now.
"What's wrong Sam?" Coco asked, she started to sound a lot more like Travis in her tone, "Scared?"
"Yeah," he replied quickly, "very scared."
Coco's purse shifted into the minigun and she smiled as if the devil was currently controlling her. "Good, because you should be."
Sam made a break for it, a trail of bullets nipping at his heels. Grabbing his blade that went astray he ducked behind a wooden shelf and some rubble from the building. He placed his blade back in the cannon and took a deep breath. Getting up behind the rubble Sam aimed the Alto Cannon right at Coco. With a closed right eye he fired the deadly weapon, the sound of a strumming guitar filled the air. Coco ducked beneath the blast and kept her assault, Sam was forced back down. Well, this just sucks, I need a way out of here. Sam looked back to the wall behind him. Well, when in Rome. Sam took aim once again to the wall that was behind him and fired. The blue particle beam energy smashed into the wall shattering it into little pieces. Then standing up to face Coco he aimed it back at her. While firing he jumped slightly in the air so the blast could propel backwards into the street. Sam flew back…into another wall, maybe Travis should fix the knockback again. After Sam collected himself he saw that Coco was already standing across the street. She aimed the mingun at him. This time though Sam didn't feel fear or dread, there was no pit in his stomach and nothing to make his knees wobble. Sam got an odd feeling in his whole body. He knew his Aura was still there, he didn't get beat that badly, but something just felt weird. He heard a slight shimmering in his right ear. It sounded like when you fill multiple glasses with water and run your finger around the edge. It actually made Sam wince at the sound just due to the pitch, it sounded a little sharp.
"Oh what the heck is that?!" An angry Coco demanded.
"What is what?" Sam said raising his right hand slightly in the air. Out of the corner of his eye Sam saw something odd, a second hand that was not there earlier. Sam turned his head to see an exact copy of himself. A copy, a clone, a replica, and good god was he freaking out. "Oh what the f**k!" He jumped back at the sight of seeing a second him. But when he did jump back, the copy did the same. Curious , and seeing as how Coco was perplexed as much as he was, he decided to experiment. He raised his right foot, it followed immediately, he aimed the Alto Cannon at it, it complied with an exact replica of his deadly weapon. He opened up his mouth and it did as well. "Well?" The two asked simultaneously, an odd echo effect was heard. This made Sam more curious, it didn't appear to be intelligent, or else it might've run off by now, so Sam put out his hand to touch the other hand coming towards him. To his surprise he hand passed through the clone. He waved it about and the whole body even. The hand phased through it, not colliding with it at all. The copy's hand did the same thing. So it wasn't a solid clone, like Blake's which can take a hit, it was more like a… "A mirror," Sam whispered to himself, then it finally hit him, "I got my Semblance bitches!" Sam ducked as a volley of bullets immediately after he said that.
"Well good for you!" Coco roared.
Was that a compliment or is she being facetious? Sam thought. He got a thought, he moved his Atlo Cannon armed appendage and the mirror followed suit. Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Sam stood up, with more courage than an army of spartans. He raised his arm and angled it to Coco, and the mirror entity followed it. Coco got what Sam was trying to do and tried to dodge out of the way, her minigun folding back into a purse. Sam fired a blast from the Alto Cannon, and the mirror did the same. Apparently it copied everything Sam on his person as two blue energy bolts fired out of the two cannons. The ground where Coco was standing erupted in shrapnel and bits of concrete. Sam composed himself just in time for Coco to fly threw the dust and smash her purse into Sam. Jesus Christ! How much do can she take?! Sam looked back at his double and got a cool idea. He started to run, the two blades of the cannon came back into his hands. The double followed his movements and Sam unleashed a flurry of blows. A total of four daggers were trying to get at Coco, the sudden barrage proved more than the veteran student could handle. Multiple blows struck when Sam deflected a stray attempt from the purse. Sam finished the barrage by jumping up and jabbing his foot into the side of her cheek. Since the mirror was there as well both sides of Coco's face got a taste of Sam's right and left foot. The force of being sent both ways forced her to stay straight long enough for Sam to do a move he learned from Fox in their training session. Putting both fists back for a mere second he jabbed both his fists into Coco's stomach, the mirror followed. However sam put his own spin on it. When he prepared the punch, Bari and Soprano were put back into their confines, and he charged the Alto Cannon. To put a neat little bow on this fight Sam fired a point blank shot from his energy weapon, as did the mirror. Coco was sent flying into the building, and then the next. Sam wanted to see if she was alright, but if he did he might die.
"Sorry Coco," Sam said, his mirrored double converging back into his body. It freaked him out a bit, but then again all of their Semblances did to a degree. "Wait till Travis hears about this," Sam said as he ran down the street.
"Okay, thanks Travis, I'll let you know I get there," Reese said, the radio in his helmet acted like a bluetooth for his scroll.
"Yeah, I'll see you there too man, be safe."~
"Hey," Reese said before cutting the call, "have you heard from Sam?"
"No, but I have heard the Alto Cannon being fired shortly after we separated."~
"That's not good."
"Yeah, all the more reason to find Brandon and get this shit over with."~
"See ya later."
"Bye."~
Okay, Reese thought after Travis had given him the address where Brandon and Velvet were. Reese's helmet created a pathway that would take less time (I swear to god it's like an Ironman helmet, I did not mean to give him this much stuff). Wishing not to walk he fired his jetpack up, a warning flashed across his eyes.
'WARNING: FUEL RESERVES BELOW 15%'
Well crap, looks like I'm hoofing it, Reese used a gutter that shot down to the ground to slide down. The rust colored Mandalorian gave everyone quite the fright. "What?" He asked the crowd of people, "Official huntsman business." That got most of the people to shrug and walk away, made sense. Reese then sprinted through the streets, a yellow line leading him to his destination (it was like a video game to him). Three more blocks and I should. Ah-ha! Reese could make out the figures of Velvet and Brandon, mainly Velvet because she had rabbit ears. He brought up his contacts and called Travis. "Travis, I can see them. They look okay," Reese awaited a response but got none, all he got was silence, "Travis?…" Still nothing, "Travis are you okay?"
"YEAAAAAGH!" Reese heard something screeching into his speakers, it was even worse since it was all around him. Reese didn't need to ask what happened as Travis came skidding across the pavement and nearly hitting Reese in the process. He looked like he had taken a beating. This got the attention of Brandon and Velvet who came running.
"Whoa what happened to you?" Brandon asked, helping the knight.
"She-devil," Travis loosely breathed, he grabbed his axe that was latched to his back and used it as a support. He then pointed to one incredibly pissed off Coco Adel, who seemed to recover from her earlier bout with Sam.
She was looking ruff, no glasses, breathing heavily, and rubble dusted her clothing. Someone was going to pay big time. Brandon stepped forward, between them all.
"Coco," he calmly said, not trying to make any sudden movements, "listen this is my fault. I didn't know you were that overprotective of Velvet. I was too scared to ask her out in the open so I lied to her saying that the other guys were going to come along, and that you were coming too. They didn't do anything to Velvet, and neither did I. So can you please calm down."
Coco's eyes were practically bloodshot from the dust, it made her look even more demonic. Her purse shifted into a minigun and she fired without hesitation. Brandon braced for the impact as Velvet stood in fear. Brandon waited for a seconds… nothing happened. He looked to see Travis was standing there, XYZ in both hands now. Angry Coco fired another volley. Travis spun his axe around his fingers and hands like a giant turbine. The shaft of the axe along with the blade caught all the bullets before they could strike anyone else. Thank god for those training sessions.
Travis was tired, his breathing was just as bad as Coco's. "If she isn't going to listen to reason-" Travis said standing straight up with Reese coming to his side pulling out his two pistols.
Reese combined the two into their rifle form, "-then we'll beat it into her."
"Um, guys," Velvet said making them both turn to her.
"Velvet, it's fine," Travis reasoned with a smile, "think of this as payback for the 'swear-jar'. God knows I'm paying big time for this one." Travis looked to Reese, "My good Mandalorian ally, if you please." Travis readied his axe holding it by the bottom of the shaft with the flat side of the axe parallel with the pavement.
"Oh, I've always wanted to do this," Reese jumped up and landed on the flat side of the axe.
Travis stomped his right foot down and swung his axe, and Reese like a baseball bat. Reese used the momentum to launch off the axe and he sped off into the air, his jetpack increasing his velocity. The Mandalorian angled upward just before Coco could hit him with a swing. He aimed down the ironsights quickly before firing multiple shots, these shots are more concentrated than those of the pistols. Even in her tired though Coco was either able to avoid them, or in the case of the final shot, deflect them with her purse. Reese put his rifle into the pistols and holstered them, his jetpack turned off to conserve fuel which was rapidly running out. He would have to go hand-to-hand on this one, which wasn't all too bad as he was the better when it came to hand-to-hand combat. He descended upon Coco with an elbow that was blocked. He used gravity to pull her down, he released his elbow and she recoiled back up just in time to for left hook from the Percussionist. From the side he swiftly sent his foot to Coco's side, but this got grabbed and tossed aside. Because of this Reese got thrown off, enough to receive a blunt attack of the purse colliding with his armor which sent him flying.
Before she could pursue the executioner axe, XYZ, came barreling towards her like a thrown tomahawk. Coco recognized this move seeing as how Travis had become infamous for using this risky technique, but she knew how Travis followed this move up. Preparing for a strike to come from the left she guessed correctly and caught Travis off guard slamming him down, his armor protecting him. Coco raised her purse to slam back down at Travis, but he rolled out of the way.
"Reese, take it!" He yelled as he rolled away.
Reese came back in lifting XYZ out of the ground surprising Coco as he slashed with the axe across her chest. The blade of XYZ glowing orange showing the Fire Dust within it was superheating the blade. Reese flipped it up so it spun the air a few times and Travis had gotten back up and jumped over Reese, he grabbed the axe at the pommel and slammed it just shy of Coco's side. The Euphonium player then bent down where Reese used his green armored back as a stepping stone. The teamwork was to be admired if Coco was not in such a state. Reese grabbed Coco just as he fell tumbling to the ground. Placing her boot on Reese's stomach she lifted him in the air. The sudden change in momentum let Coco get up in time while Reese tried to send a kick her way. Coco knocked it back down with her purse which spun Reese around just in time for a second swing of the purse to send him into a nearby wall. Reese pulled himself off the wall and fell to the ground, he struggled to get up, but he ultimately fell to the ground.
"Reese!" Travis yelled, he sneered back at Coco, "Oh, you're a f******g dead woman now!"
Travis charged jabbing the axe forward which Coco dodged by slightly veering to the side. From there though Travis quickly adjusted his hands on the axe and swung point blank at Coco, the shaft lodging in her side. Travis pulled back the axe and did an overhead swing into a full flourish, looking like Ruby Rose to a degree if he was more reserved in his swings. The ground beneath him was scorched and scarred by the superheated blade, it cut and made divots in the concrete. At the end of his flourish Travis spun counterclockwise (that is actually the correct spelling, it's so long) and swiped Coco's side with the heated blade. Coco still had Aura, barely any at this point, and Travis little heat just pissed her even more. She growled and charged him, taking the initiative. Travis blocked the first swing but was thrown back by immense weight of the purse, it was surprisingly hefty. Coco went back in throwing her purse from side to side but Travis either blocked it with his axe or the armor took the brunt of the attack. Finally she had enough and changed it to her minigun while Travis was reeling back from a hit that threw his weight to the left. The shots felt like being smashed with a hammer at regular range, at point blank they felt like being bashed by thousands of baseball bats. Travis fell slightly to the ground and Coco shifted back to her purse, readied a strike, and sent Travis into a lamppost. The piece of illumination bent as the knight fell into it and the glass in it broke.
"Ow," Travis said simply before closing his eyes, his body was screaming in pain.
Coco then turned, with a predatory sneer, to Brandon. Velvet got in front of him though trying to snap out of whatever funk Coco was in. "Coco," she pleaded, "please stop. Brandon didn't know "
Coco wasn't stopping, she had to make them pay for ruining Velvet, for all she knew, they were forcing her to say that. How was she going do this? Fill them full of holes? Or smash them into oblivion? She looked like she was about to say something, then the white blade of Soprano came flying in. It pierced the strap of Coco's purse ever so delicately that it whipped the purse from her and lodged it in a wall far beyond Coco.
"Hey Coco!" All conscious, and semi-conscious, people there turned to see Sam at the side of the street, "She said to stop. You heard her."
Coco scowled at him and walked forward, Sam decided to run up to her. Hearing a familiar sound Sam looked to his right and saw the mirror entity looking directly back at him. He smiled and crossed paths with the entity several times, confusing all who were there, some more than others. He skipped, rolled, and ran in between his identical partner like one of those magic tricks that asks you to follow the cup with the ball in it only to be fool. Without her purse Coco had to throw a punch at Sam, only she had a fifty-fifty shot. She guessed wrong and her fist went through Sam, a ripple effect went through his body. Needing to end this quickly the real Sam grabbed the hand that Coco threw out, with his other he grabbed Coco's waist which trapped her other arm in a vice like hold. This action caught everyone off guard, even Coco, it even made her speak.
"What are you doing?" She demanded.
"I think the reason why you're so pissed is because you felt left out," Sam said, the two were a little too close for comfort.
"Um…Sam," Brandon said pulling both of the two's attention away, "what are you doing?"
Sam looked back at Coco, her eyes were wide with a hint of fear, a large blush across her lightly dusted face. He can't be doing what I think he's doing. Coco wanted to break out of Sam's embrace, but everything finally caught up with her. All the fighting, the running, all of Sam's chiding. It all caught up with her at the most inopportune time.
Sam smiled just a bit, he was very smug, "Giving Coco a little attention."
Coco was about to say something until Sam dipped her down ever so slightly. He paused to smile again and closed the distance. The two made lip contact, they just kissed.
Brandon and Velvet both blushed wildly, the muscles in Travis' chin which kept them close failed and his jaw hit the floor, and Reese… well we don't know what Reese was like because of the helmet covering his face. But he did use his voice.
"What the shit is with all this f*****g romance all of a sudden?!" (I too second the inquiry)
"Reese you killed the mood," Travis replied.
The kiss lasted for a total of five seconds (very nice there 'Sammy-boy'), and once that was over Sam pulled Coco back up to her feet. He looked back to the group with a shit-eating grin while it looked like Coco was still processing the whole thing. Her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly opened, you could have waved a hand in front of her and she wouldn't have noticed, she would have just kept staring. It was almost like she needed to be rebooted.
Velvet, being the caring teammate she was, walked up cautiously to Coco. "Coco…" she said, she placed her hand on her team leader's shoulder lightly, "are you alright?"
It appeared that the reboot worked. Coco jolted back to life, her head shivered slightly as she came to. "Oh, Velvet," Coco somewhat cheered, she appeared to have no recollection of what had just happened, "I've been looking all over for you." Coco looked around, then her eyes went wide once again and she stared, everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) caught up with her. She looked to Velvet with a half-lidded expression. "Hey Velv, I'm gonna take… a… nap… right now." Coco fell over and went unconscious. She fell away from Velvet and she couldn't catch her in time. Sam though was close enough and one the same side. He knelt down slightly to catch her before she hit the ground.
"I got her," he said as he hoisted her up slightly into a bridal carry position.
Travis and Reese both walked, more like hobbled, over to the group of four. "From now on," Travis said as he leaned on his axe for support, "tell us when you're going on a super-secret date."
"It's not really a secret then is it," Velvet gleefully joked, this surprised them all with her playfulness.
"I'd rather the whole f*****g school know about it, then me get chucked into a wall and pelted by a damn minigun," if Travis had any more energy he would probably be howling at them.
"Can we go home?" Reese asked, he sounded so pitiful and weak.
"Please," Travis begged.
"Yeah, Coco looks like she needs a nap," Sam said looking at the damsel in his arms.
"You two are both in trouble by the way," Travis said as they started to walk.
"Why's that?" Brandon asked.
"Well for starters you broke the rule we made without telling us, two you made me look all over town again when I already had to do that yesterday for Blake, third I got flung into multiple buildings, and four we're probably going to have to explain this to Goodwitch. God knows she needs more reasons to hate me."
"Oh, I don't think she hates you," Velvet said.
"I called her a 'whore' the first day we came to Beacon," Travis argued.
"Oh. Maybe you have a point."
Reese then decided to interrupt the lovely conversation. "Are we forgetting the fact that Sam over here not only kissed Coco Adel, but what I assume found his Semblance? I think we need to talk about that."
"Yeah I found my Semblance when fighting Coco earlier," the group then proceeded to give golf-claps, "from what I can see it summons a mirror copy that follows all of my movements, obviously mirrored movements."
"Yes," Travis noted, "I noticed you could cross the plane of symmetry."
"The what?" Velvet asked.
"The plane of symmetry is a term me and Reese are familiar to. We refer to it when creating a mirror image in a blueprint or drawing. That way in case we need to make a second half of a really complicated design we can just do a few simple clicks and have a full view of the model."
It made sense, when you got past all the gibberish in between and nonsense Travis spouted.
"But," Travis grew a large grin on his face, "I want to know why you decided a kiss would stop Coco?"
Sam blushed a bit and looked to the passed out woman in his arms, her beret slightly falling off before he grabbed it. "Umm, I can explain?" He mimicked Brandon's response from last night.
"No Sam I think we get it, you wanted to be alone with Coco in the first place when she caught up with us, you then come in all triumphantly when Coco kicked the living shit out of Reese and I. I think somebody has a 'thing' for Miss Coco Adel?"
"Umm no…possibly…maybe…kind of…sort of… yeah."
Travis laughed at Sam's embarrassment. "It's fine man, I don't blame you, you got quite the catch."
"Yeah but the rule we made-"
"Dude listen," Travis interrupted, "I don't think any of us were going to follow that frickin' rule because we are in a world and in a school filled with beautiful women, well maybe Reese because I think he's a robot from disguise."
"Hey," scratchy radio voice didn't help the already monotone Reese
"And we are still as hormonal as the rest of them, it was only a matter of time until one of us got a bit ballsy."
"Thanks for understanding," Brandon scoffed sarcastically.
"What are assholes for?" Travis retorted back.
Coco Adel woke up in her dorm room. It was the late afternoon, the orange glow of the sunset peering through the windows. She heard humming, her whole body hurt for some reason, it ached as she rose from her bed. She reached for her glasses on her nightstand, but they weren't there. She opened the drawer in it to find they were nowhere to be seen. She heard an *ahem* and noticed a fresh pair was being offered. Coco looked up to see Velvet holding the pair.
"Thanks Velv," she gratefully took them and placed them on her head.
"How are you doing?" Velvet asked.
"I don't know what I did, but I hurt like all over."
"After what you did, yeah you should be hurting all over."
"What did I do?" Coco asked, her mind must have blotted out the images.
"You don't remember?" Velvet asked coyly.
Coco's head tilted as she tried to think, it was all fuzzy, but she remember her being angry and- Coco suddenly remembered everything once again. "Velvet, I thought that was just a bad dream! I didn't mean to say those things to them I-" She felt Velvet embrace her in a hug.
"It's fine, they understood, but Travis is still a little livid after you fired your minigun at point blank."
"Ahh, he was swearing too much that day. We'll count it as payment for the swear.
"So I have to ask," Velvet let go of Coco and stood up, "how was it?" There was a small, smug grin. They appeared to switch places in terms of personalities in this instance.
"How was what?"
"Kissing Sam."
Coco immediately blushed, her whole face turned red as she remembered Sam kissing her. He was gentle, he didn't force anything, his embrace was comforting, and his lips were so- No stop thinking about that! He's three years younger than you! And you do not go that way!
"Coco," Velvet said snapping Coco out of her daze, "I know what you're thinking, and it's fine. I know Sam's a lot younger than you, but he said he's willing to wait if you are."
That seemed to calm her down, but Coco needed to chat with Sam. Privately. "Excuse me," she said pulling her sheets aside and standing up, she was still a little uneasy from the battering she took courtesy of the three Team BBRS kids.
"Where are you going?" Velvet asked, slightly worried of a repeat disaster.
Coco smiled behind her sunglasses. "Oh, I'm going to 'talk' with Sam."
So I know originally I said I wasn't going to ship character together, but promises are made to broken (I mean that's the whole reason they exist right?). I do not plan on having the romance the centerpiece of this story, didn't plan on it in the first so why would I make it the main piece of the story. Anyways I hope you enjoy, and there will be more chapters that may focus on the relationship between our characters. Again I apologize for the mild OOC-ness in Coco, I think it did kind of fit her, but I may have gone a tad too far. I'll try not to do that as much, but as I said there really isn't a whole lot of source material to go off of. Anyways, see ya later suckers.