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"Missed you yesterday, Blake."
"…"
"Oh, I get it… you're giving me the silent treatment too?"
"…?"
"Thought so. That's alright, Velvet isn't acknowledging my existence, either."
"Something happen during the trip?"
"Yes… and no. Yes in that something happened, but…"
"…But you don't know what you did."
"That about sums it up. Thing is, I know she's mad at me and everything, but… for some reason, I can't help but think we'll be okay in the end."
"You've got it bad, huh?"
"Bad enough that I'll fight through hell and highwater pants…"
"And from somewhere on campus, Jaune just sneezed."
"Easy to picture. Heh. If memory serves, he's been going to the Track Club a lot lately. Found himself a smokin' hot redhead, right?"
"That's what I hear, too."
"He's been hanging around me too long, I suppose…"
"Coco Adel, the most humble gigolo in the county."
"Self-proclaimed, I might add."
*sigh* "I've wished for your confidence more than once in my life."
"Feeling… Yang-xious?"
"One more pun and they'll never find the body…"
"Yep, blonde trouble. Good to know I'm not the only one who had a fight with her girlfriend last weekend…"
"SHE. IS NOT. MY…"
"Babe, the whole freaking school knows by now. And no, I didn't tell them (this time)."
"Oh, for the love of…"
"So what exactly happened? Did someone else tell her about your… you know… lie? Or did you let the cat out of the bag on your own?"
*mutter*
"You'll have to speak above a mutter if you want me to hear you…"
"… … …I said it… … …"
"Ouch. That probably didn't go over well."
"Ever seen a human fireball turn into an icicle in a matter of seconds? It's not fun, let me tell you."
"Well… I have seen a timid little bunny rabbit grow fangs… does that count?"
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"We're just a pair of hopeless fools, aren't we?"
"Hopelessly in love, you mean."
*sigh*
*sigh*
"I don't think I can face Yang again."
"… … …What about if I back you up? Less chance of brutal manslaughter if there's a witness, right?"
"That's so comforting…"
"At least I tried."
"I'll keep your offer in mind. In exchange, I guess… I can talk with Velvet a little, see if I can get her to tell me her side of what happened."
"Blake, you are an angel…!"
"Bear in mind that the last girl who kissed me got a broken nose…"
"Ah… I'll remember that…"
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"That …Art Club thing meets on Fridays after school, right?"
"Yep. Hope you can make it!"
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"Did you get to talk to Blake yet?"
"No, Ruby, I didn't. I already told you that, remember?"
"Yes, you said that yesterday. I was asking about today."
"Still no."
"Yang, you can't keep this bottled up forever. You have to talk to her and get it out of your system. And soon… if you snap at me, there'll be more than a few people out to skin your hide."
"Like your frosty little girlfriend?"
"The only one I've seen of late that qualifies as cold is you."
"Like it's my fault…"
"Yang!"
"Okay, okay! I'll look for her tomorrow and say something! Happy now?"
"I will be when you stop acting like some brooding character from a soap opera."
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"…Punching me won't help you feel better, Yang…"
"…!"
"…?"
"I'm sorry… I guess I've been more on-edge than I thought…"
"There, see? The first step to solving the problem is admitting you have one."
"And with that, your swirly is scheduled for 30 seconds from now!"
"…Yang… … don't you dare…"
"Heh… heh… heh…"
"Yang, no! Let go of me!"
"This might leave you feeling a bit… flushed…"
"\...#...*…?!"
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"We've been getting a lot of new students transferring in this year, haven't we Torchwick?"
"More than usual."
"That one girl, 'Gabby' on her papers, kind of …forced her way in, didn't she?"
"Hey, I didn't feel like dealing with that level of crazy, okay Oz? She wanted in, I let her in."
"You just like 'em short, don't you?"
"I resent that remark, Oobleck. You didn't see her eyes, man. She could have snapped any second. If you want to get stabbed, be my guest."
"What was the name she put on the sheets? Napoleon, or something?"
"No, I think it was Neapolitan… you know, like the ice cream?"
"These kids and their usernames. 'Hashtag: Confused.'"
"Oh, hey! It's Penny! You know, Ironwood's kid! She's transferring in."
"Huh… odd timing, but what the hey. She'll be good to have around. Might show some of these other punks how to behave properly, right Goodwitch?"
"A few extra notes about her prosthetic arm, but otherwise normal. Who else we got coming?"
"Let's see, uh… Neptune Vas… Ves… Vis-ah-wis-ah… I have no idea how to pronounce that last name."
"Hmm… same here. Not a familiar face, either. Looks like someone to keep an eye on, though. I mean, really? Blue hair? Guy has 'emo' written all over his face."
"And there's an additional page here with lots of big, medical-looking words. He on prescriptions or something?"
"Looks that way. I'm pretty sure this page is between him and the school nurse."
"And the last one is… Mercury Black. Wow, if ever there was a school punk…"
"A perfectly smug grin and a record to match. Yep, we'll keep an eye on him alright."
"I dunno… something about this feels a bit… weird…"
"I know. I feel like something's gonna happen soon."
"Yeah… I'm gonna let one rip…"
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"…~…~…"
"DAMN, Roman… What did you eat?"
*gagging noises*
"Jeez… you're gonna set off the school's alarms, you know that Torchwick?"
"My eyes are bleeding… Glynda, wait! Don't hit the Fire Alarm!"
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Story Note: Some time ago, I tried writing a one-shot featuring dialogue written with no tags, no names, and no action between lines. Just spoken words. That left it up to you to fill in the identities and the setting as you read. I confess, I got the idea by seeing that very technique in the Witcher books. It still needs polish, but for the most part it does the job. It also helps change up my own technique to be less stale (in my opinion, anyway). Let me know if I went a bit too far anywhere; I'm not above going back and making fixes.
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