(Edit 11/19/2016: I wound up backtracking on a part of my attire, so I had to rewrite a good portion of this chapter. To save you time, the part I rewrote was the part involving the second half of the Army Surplus scene. I changed from the helmet I mentioned to...something else. It's best you read for yourself, but I will make mention of it in the A/N of the next chapter. That is all. Enjoy the chapter.)

A/N: Welcome to another installment of My Turn!

We've reached 600 followers! YES! Violet, quick! Squeal in joy for me!

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Good girl!

So…the election….

This is all I'm willing (or that I want) to say: Trump is the next president. This drama of an election is over and done with. I'm simply going to accept the outcome and move on with my life, unlike the people rioting in those major cities. Whatever happens, happens.

Alright, enough about politics.

Anyway, last we left off, Cinder had a wet dream, Raven and I had our little chat, and now I'm off to shop with Coco….

This can only end well.

ON WITH THE CHAPTER!


Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY.


I walked down the sidewalk, absentmindedly looking at the shop windows that passed by.

Coco was strutting along next to me, an impish grin on her face.

It had taken a full two minutes to convince Coco to get off me, then another full minute to convince my mind that it didn't miss the feeling of Coco's breasts pressing against me.

Almost didn't win that mental bout, but my will power is strong….

Sometimes.

Coco explained that she would be helping me with shopping, Ozpin having personally asked her to. A good thing, she says, since she figures that I don't bother to really try to pick out good clothing, only whatever what I think is comfortable.

Kinda like Jaune, I guess.

Man, Coco read me like a book.

Which leads to now.

"Alright," Coco began. "Before we can get started, I need to know what kind of budget you have for this."

My budget….

Well, my daughter kept collecting money from me whenever I swore…which was a lot, for the past three years. And that wasn't exclusive to me, either. She did that with the entire village. Even the Elder hadn't been immune to it.

Of course, everyone in the village swore a lot for the past three years, and being around Qrow pretty much made him a constant source of collecting.

So having totaled all that up before coming here….

"4500 Lien."

For the record, that extra 500 was all Qrow….

Yeah, I don't get how he swore 500 times in front of my daughter in the time we've been at Beacon, either. I'm just assuming she extorted him for more after each swear because he was a "mean Huntsman".

I feel like I should have a talk with my daughter about that, but for the life of me, I can never bring it up.

Suddenly, Coco latched onto my arm, and the feeling of two soft orbs returned.

"Well then," she grinned. "Guess that means you'll be able to get an entire new wardrobe! Maybe even some armor, too."

"Okay, look. I'm not about to empty my entire wallet just for clo-."

I pause. "…Wait, armor?"

Coco shrugged. "Yeah, Ozpin told me to tell you about getting yourself some armor as well. You can't exactly go into a fight without armor."

Hey, I managed to survive without armor so far, haven't I?

I mean, I went against freaking Qrow of all people. Granted, he wasn't going all out, but I still held my own. And that was without protection….

Not that kind of protection, damn it!

"I seem to recall you and Fox not being in armor either," I counter.

There's also the entirety of Team RWBY, Ren, Neo, Roman, the Malachite Twins, Qrow, even freaking Ozpin.

There's obviously others, but I don't feel like coming up with any more examples.

Coco shrugged. "We don't really need it. Plus, it's not fashionable."

"Besides," she continued. "Can you really say you won't need armor in any future scenario?"

The idea of coming across a strong Grimm.

Facing off against Cinder and her cronies again.

…Facing off against Reptile.

I absentmindedly rubbed my abdomen, where he had punched me hard.

Maybe getting some form of armor was a good idea?

I sighed. "Okay, maybe I could use some armo- h-hey!"

I suddenly found myself being dragged from behind by Coco.

"W-What the hell?!"

"We passed some stores that could help with that."

I pretty much let her drag me by the back of my collar. It must've been an amusing sight to everyone else, if the chuckles and giggles were anything to go by.

I swear, if I actually ever end up with someone, me being dragged like this better not be a recurring thing.

Coco finally stopped dragging me and let me go.

I turn to her with a glare. "I can walk by myself, you know.

She shrugged. "I know."

Goddamn it.

With a sigh, I looked up to see we were between two stored: Police Surplus Shop and Army Surplus.

"Alright," Coco smirked. "Pick one."

"…I thought I was getting armor?"

"You are, but seeing as you're going to be a part of a security detail, I figured one of these two would suffice."

I looked back and forth between the two stores.

"…Well, I guess the police one would more than likely have security stuff than the army one."

"Alright!"

Coco dragged me by the back of my collar again.

"I can walk on my own!"

"I know."

Once again…goddamn it.

She dragged me into the store, where the store owner looked up an- hey, it's that old guy that has multiple jobs!

Coco finally let me go at the register, where I simply grumble and straighten my jacket.

"I'd prefer it if you'd stop dragging me around like that."

"I'm sure you do."

I groaned.

The old man smiled. "You two seem like a nice couple."

I facefaulted, causing Coco to laugh.

I quickly stood up with a red face. "T-That's not what this is!"

The old man chuckled. "No need to feel embarrassed. Why, I'd give anything to have a woman by my side again."

"We're not together!"

Coco feigned a hurt look. "W-We aren't? A-And I thought we had s-something special?"

I glared at the fashionista, causing her to chuckle.

"Do I need to remind you that you're a minor?"

Coco let out an impish grin. "Not anymore, you don't."

"Good. Now then-."

"Because my birthday was about four months ago."

"…What?"

Coco stepped forward with a wolfish grin. "That's right. I'm 18, now. So you can throw that 'minor' excuse out the window."

My last lifeline has been stripped from my very fingers by time itself.

Such a cruel world I live in.

Then again, this is Remnant, so cruelty's a given.

Coco pulled her shades down to stare at me with her brown eyes.

"So," she grinned. "Any other ammo you like to throw my way?"

If I'm being honest, Coco was easy on the eyes. I think it was partially because she wore her shades most of the time, so it leaves more to the imagination as to what her eyes are like and what emotion could be playing out in them.

Really, I could get lost in them if I ever stared too long.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer."

Goddamn it.

I searched my brain for a viable reason to convince her to stop this crap with me.

"Um…y-you're seven years younger than me!"

Nailed it.

To my horror, Coco shrugged. "So was my mom when she met my dad, but that didn't stop her from going after him. Wore him down for a few months before finally getting her way. Got married a few years later, then had me another few years later."

She sighed overdramatically. "So~ romantic."

…I now realize just who Coco got her…personality from.

I stuttered. "Er, um, w-we should probably stop wasting this old man's time and-."

When I turned to the old man, I deadpanned.

He had a bag of popcorn in his hands.

"Old man…what the fuck?"

He grinned. "Oh no, don't mind me. Keep going! This is better than the crap they have on TV nowadays."

I slam my head on the counter. "Can we please just get what we came here for?!"

Coco chuckled and pat my back. "Okay, Champ."

I lift my head up. "And stop calling me champ!"

"Okay, handsome."

I slam my head back down.

The old man chuckled. "Ah, young love. How I envy you."

I never thought I'd say this to anyone other than Vert, but….

"Screw you, old man!"

Said old man simply laughed.


Coco and I browsed around the store, looking at the many items of purchase.

Tasers, riot shields, batons, handcuffs.

They had everything!

And the uniforms that were here were diverse. There were the usual combinations of white shirt, black pants, and black tie, which made me think of Paul Blart.

Hah…Kevin James was hilarious in that movie.

And then there's the padded uniforms that you'd usually see for either police or riot officers.

Oh look, riot shields! That reminds me of Call of Duty. Oh, how I loved to bash everyone with a riot shield. One of the many enjoyments I took from that game….

I suddenly feel like getting a riot shield now.

You know what? Yes. I'm getting a riot shield!

I grab one immediately.

"Sonny!"

I flinch and turn to where the old man is.

"If you want a quality riot shield, I'd suggest getting one from the Army Surplus next door."

"…Should you really be recommending another store? Especially if you're trying to sell riot shields?"

The old man grinned. "No worries! I own that store too."

HOW MANY JOBS DOES THIS GUY HAVE?!

Shrugging, I put the riot shield back.

Guess I know where we're stopping next.

I continue looking around. If I'm being honest, I kinda want to buy a Taser. That'll certainly be a nice surprise when I fight someone….

Except Nora. Never use a Taser on Nora. It'll backfire horribly. That guy from Team BRNZ learned that the hard way…well, I'm pretty sure it was a cattle prod rather than a Taser, but the general idea still applies.

Hell, maybe I should get Violet a Taser?


(Future scenario)

Violet aims the Taser at Cardin and fires.

The connections stick to Cardin's nuts and shock him.

"AAAAUUUGH!"

"That'll teach you to bully my sister, you big meanie!"


Fuck it. Totally worth it.

I grab two tasers.

Coco raised an eyebrow. "Why are you getting Tasers? And why two?"

I grin. "Nice little surprise in case I get in a bad spot. As for your second question…the second one's for Violet."

Coco deadpanned. "You're giving your daughter a Taser?"

"Yeah, I know. I'm a wonderful father."

Coco facepalmed.

Now that I think about it, I'll get her a baton as well. She can hit people with it and get them to respect her author-.

Respect…her authority.

Well, that settles it. I'm getting Violet a little uniform!

I begin searching for some attire that would fit her. They had some, surprisingly, but it was all the way in the back of the line of clothes.

Guess they don't expect people to buy clothes this small.

Regardless, I took some.

Coco raised an eyebrow. "Now what?"

I grinned. "It's for Violet."

Before Coco could say anything, I beat her to it.

"Just picture it."

Coco closed her mouth and looked up in thought….

She started laughing a bit.

"I knew you'd see it my way."

As I resumed getting the necessary items for what I had planned for Violet, I searched for anything that would fit me.

I wanted to look badass when I served as both a bodyguard to Amber and as part of Beacon Security, not to mention my enemies.

Considering all the crap I've been through, I don't think it's too much to ask for to look like a badass for once…even if I somehow still get trolled by people.

As I searched, I tried to look to fictional characters back on Earth, to see if any would bring some form of inspiration for armor.

Master Chief…awesome, but unrealistic since that's in the future.

Isaac Clark…again awesome, and I know there were those security RIGs, but unless Atlas developed something like that, I don't see it happening. And again, that's in the future.

Power Rangers…why did that even come to mind?

Super Sent- no wait, that's the same thing.

Any armor from the Fallout series…nah.

Gears of War…yeah, I don't have the physique for it, so no.

Boba Fett…HAH! Only in my dreams!

Batman…nope.

Clone Trooper or Stormtrooper…no to both.

Seriously, there has to be some fictional character I can draw inspiration from!

Think…someone of the law….

Robocop?

No, that won't work.

Someone of the law.

My eyes widen as I finally recall a name.

Someone of the law.

Someone who is the law.

Someone who is judge, jury, and executioner.

Coco must've noticed my look, since she smirked.

"Let me guess…you just got another idea."

I quickly nodded and, not wasting another second, began combing the many aisles for the items I needed.

Leather jacket.

Ballistic vest.

Leather pants.

Leather boots (that had some added armor to the toes, heels and shins).

Leather gloves (gauntlet style).

Shoulder armor.

Elbow armor.

Knee armor.

Belt buckle.

Slots for my ammo cartridges.

I looked around the store for a certain helmet…but found nothing.

"Hey Coco?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't suppose you've ever heard of Judge Dredd?"

"…Who?"

Damn it. I knew that was wishful thinking.

I glanced around at the helmets that were around.

Most were the typical kind with the visor, those that wouldn't really add to the look.

And considering I have no intention of custom-ordering a helmet…I may have to look into some alternatives.

Suddenly, my cowboy OC came to mind

...

...

Now that I think about it, I have always wanted to wear a cowboy hat. I'd probably have to get a black one since I'm pretty much wearing all black...

I'll look into it later. Right now, I need to put together my new combat attire.

I put the stuff in a cart, along with the stuff I had gotten for Violet, and rushed to the register where the old man was.

"How much for all this?"


(Coco POV)

I tapped my foot impatiently as Colt had decided to rush into the dressing room after paying for everything.

I saw that look in his eye. He thought of something, and got a lot of stuff for some form of uniform.

Normally, I'd have jumped in about the stuff he was getting, but the look in his eye was that of excitement.

So, I let him be.

Now, however…he was taking too long. We needed to go shopping, damn it!

I banged on the door. "Hey! What's the hold up?"

"Almost done! Just another moment!"

Letting out a sigh of frustration, I stepped back and crossed my arms.

"Done!"

Finally! Geez.

The dressing room door opened and…huh.

I pulled my shades down to get a better look at him.

Damn, Colt came out looking nice.

Leather jacket, pants, gloves and boots (that last one looking a bit armored). A ballistic vest over his jacket. Some armor around his shoulders, elbows, and knees. A belt that held his gun holsters, holstered knife, and some slots for ammo cartridges.

I whistled. "Wow…you look good."

Colt grinned. "Don't you mean…badass?"

I rolled my eyes. "Easy there, handsome. You're not there yet."

Colt deflated. "Yeah…I know. Still need a cowboy hat. And my weapons."

"A cowboy hat?"

He nodded. "Yeah. This attire would look better if I had a helmet to go with it, but the kind I want more than likely doesn't exist. And since I'd rather not spend money on a custom order, I'd have to look into some alternatives. And a cowboy hat was the first thing that came to mind.

I lowered my shades and raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it better to get an actual helmet if that's what completes the look?"

"Probably...but I really want a cowboy hat, so yeah."

I pursed my lips in thought...

Eh, I suppose I can humor him for now. I happen to know a good hat store nearby.

Wait, he said something about his weapons.

I crossed my arms. "By the way, what exactly happened to your weapons?"

Colt sighed. "They got a little…broken."

I frowned even more.

"D-Don't worry! I already have that taken care of. Gonna have them fixed and better than ever!"

His smile was genuine, so I guess he had a plan.

"Alright," I smiled. "Guess we know where we're going next."


(My POV)

And here we are….

This place is pretty much the same as Police Surplus, only it has stuff for the army.

Also, the old man was back.

"Hello again!"

You're not Pyrrha. Don't use her line!

Anyway, the items varied in what you'd see in the army.

Tactical gear.

Grenades (should probably get some since Dredd had that as well).

Flashbangs (this too).

Getting five each of grenades and flash bangs, I moved on to where the riot shields were at….

Well, the old man was right. This looked more reinforced. Hell, they looked similar to those riot shields I saw in Call of Duty.

I picked one out and examined it. I put my arm through the arm slot to hold it up in front of me.

I grinned.

I was so gonna spam enemies and Grimm with a shield bash or two…or three….

Or ten.

Depends how funny I find it or how desperate I am to stay alive.

I found a button on the side of the arm slot. I pushed it, and the riot shield shrunk to a tenth of its size...

I pushed it again, allowing it to grow back...then made it smaller again...then grew it back.

...

...

I wound up growing and shrinking it a couple more times.

This was fun!

"Ahem."

I jumped a bit, accidently dropping the riot shield. I quickly turned to find Coco staring at me with amusement.

"Having fun with your toy there, champ?"

I grumbled. "Ha ha, very funny."

I picked up the riot shield. "But I'm taking this."

I shrunk it down and holstered it on my arm.

Well, I got about everything I need from here.

Now there's only one place left to go.

The hat store.

...

...

And believe it or not, Coco actually tried to convince me to get a beret.

"No."

"But it's stylish!"

"I don't do berets."

"What? You hate stylish clothing?"

"No. I just don't see myself wearing a beret."

Coco crossed her arms and gave a mock pout. "Some people have no taste in fashion."

Ugh.

Rolling my eyes, I moved towards the section of the store where the cowboy hats were at.

The hats were lined up in various colors and styles. I walked past most of them since I knew the only color that would fit would be black...

And here they were.

Once again, there were different styles. Some looked like the kind you'd see on cattle ranchers on TV. Others that outlaws would wear. Hell, there was even one that looked more like a sombrero than a cowboy hat, but I guess there's still a distinction for it to be in this section of the store.

Still, I'd need one that fits the attire...

Ah, here we go!

I picked up a back cowboy hat. It looked like a cross between a cowboy hat and a sheriff's hat, but more the former than the latter. Also, it was made of leather, not like my new attire, mind you. There's a difference, apparently.

Still...this would do.

I placed the hat on my head and turned to Coco with a grin.

"Well?"

Coco tapped her chin in thought….

"Hang on."

Coco pulled out an extra pair of black shades. She strutted towards me and placed them over my eyes.

"There we go."

Blinking behind my new shades, I turned towards a nearby mirror and examined myself...

Yeah, this new look will do.

"So how do I look now?" I asked.

She once again tapped her chin in thought...

She shrugged. "Eh, B minus."

I gawked. "B minus! That's complete bull-!"

I stop and take a deep breath. "…You're screwing with me, aren't you?"

"Yes and no."

Son of a…nope. Don't react. Don't react. Just hold it in until I'm alone, then scream in rage.

I let out a sigh. "Well, I got the hat I wanted."

"Still, though, why a cowboy hat?"

"I like cowboy hats. Plus with the shades, it makes me look cooler."

Coco raised her finger-.

"And I won't listen to arguments about why it doesn't make me look cooler."

She lowered her finger and shrugged.

"Eh, I guess you can have a say in your combat attire."

I deadpan. "You saying I didn't have a choice for clothing to begin with?"

"Nope," she answered with a pop of the "p".

Goddamn it.

"Ugh…well, I guess now we can get to the actual shopping for clothes now."

Coco had a sinister grin on her face, making me feel nervous.

"A-Again," I stutter. "I d-don't intend to empty my wallet on this."

Coco waved it off. "Relax. I know what I'm doing."

I don't doubt that.

Still…shopping for clothes with Coco….

How bad could it be?


(Coco POV)

"DAMN IT, COCO! THIS IS THE 49th SET OF CLOTHES! CAN WE JUST LEAVE ALREADY?!"

I rolled my eyes. "Stop being a baby and try it on."

Colt audibly growled in frustration, making me chuckle.

We had been in Vale Fashion for over an hour and a half, and we had just only decided on about…twelve shirts, six pairs of pants, a couple of vests, and three pairs of shoes.

I tried to convince him to get nine pairs, but he wouldn't budge on the matter.

Funny…no one's ever stood up against my fashion wisdom before.

I mean, it's not like the shoes were that expensive. I checked. He could've afforded them and still had plenty Lien left over for a rainy day.

Instead, he argued that he didn't need that many shoes and didn't understand why a single person needed so many.

I guess I know what it looks like to be uneducated in the art of fashion.

The dressing room door opened and Colt stepped out in his new look. He had on a merlot and charcoal plaid shirt with an olive plaid vest. Blue jeans adorned his lower body, and he had on a pair of dark brown dress shoes.

He cleared his throat. "Um…how do I look?"

I tapped my chin and began circling him, examining every part of the man before me. I stopped in front of him and gave him a smile.

"You look alright. Another successful attire."

He sighed in relief. "Good, now can we stop now? I think I'm good for a little while, at least."

I checked my Scroll and frowned. "I suppose. The airships to Beacon will leave in half an hour. We'll need to get there before then."

I gave him a smirk. "Though maybe we should try one mo-?"

"No."

I laughed at the resolute look on his face. "Oh alright, handsome."

He scowled. "And another thing, stop calling me handsome!"

I smirked. "But you are handsome."

"Seriously, stop coming on to me. It's starting to grind my gears."

The smirk never left my face. "I can grind you, if you'd prefer it."

The stutter and blush that followed was priceless.

"T-That's…I-."

I laughed. "Relax. I'm just teasing you."

He frowned. "…Maybe I oughta tease you for a change?"

I smirked. "Sorry, handsome, but I don't think you can."

He took slow, deliberate steps towards me, a blank look on his face.

I raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

He said nothing, now standing right in front of me. I had to look up a bit since he was taller than me…something I didn't notice before actually.

He stared down at me with those piercing dark green eyes of his. His hands moved towards my head, one of them moving some hair behind my ear before they both rested comfortably against my cheeks.

I blinked.

Okay…this was starting to not be funny anymore.

Suddenly, his head began moving towards my own.

My eyes widened.

Wait…w-was he gonna kiss me?!

He didn't appear to be stopping.

"W-Wait a minute, champ?"

Still moving.

"H-Handsome?"

He was almost there.

"C-Colt?"

He stops suddenly…then his hands move up and grasp my shades. He pulls them off to examine them.

"H-Hey, those are mi-!"

"I know these are meant to be a fashion statement," he interrupted. "But I don't see why you should wear these all the time."

He gave me a warm smile. "You have beautiful eyes, after all. So why hide them?"

My mouth fell agape as I blinked….

And blinked.

And blinked.

My cheeks suddenly felt warm.

Colt grinned. "How was that? Never really teased anyone before, only seen it in stories and stuff."

I blinked owlishly.

"I figured the best way to do so would be to give an honest truth, see if that works."

And one more blink. "…S-So, you really think my eyes are beautiful?"

He scoffed. "I'd be an idiot if I said they weren't beautiful."

He smirked. "Anyway, how'd I do?"

I frowned. "B minus."

"Again with that bullcrap!"

And like that I was in control again.

Good thing too…who knew he could be such a charmer?

I snatched my shades back as he was grumbling to himself. I lightly pat my cheeks to get the warmth out of them.

If he keeps this up, I may have to up my game in snagging him for myself before someone else does.

I licked my lips.

I always did like a good challenge.


(Velvet POV)

I tapped my foot impatiently as Fox and Yatsu leaned against the entrance of the airship.

Where the hell was Coco? She should've been here by now. The airship's going to leave!

"There she is."

I looked to where my partner pointed, and found Coco approaching with…someone else?

By the looks of it, she got another poor unfortunate soul to act as her pack mule.

Oh Coco….

Wait, is that-?

"Hah, hah, please tell me they have carts here?"

My eyes widen. "C-Colt?"

Colt freezes, then looks up from his slumped position to see me.

"Oh, hey Velvet," he greeted while panting.

I glare at Coco. "Really?"

She shrugged. "Hey, all this stuff is his. I just helped him pick out the clothes."

I deadpan. "And how many times did you have him try on clothes?"

Coco looked innocent. "About…ten, I guess."

"Try forty-nine," Colt deadpanned.

Coco kicked his foot. He only grunted in response.

I sighed and pointed at a small shed. "They have carts there."

"Oh thank god."

With that, Colt dragged his stuff towards the shed.

I turned to Coco. "So why did you help him?"

Coco responded. "Ozpin asked me to. Said Colt could use some armor and new clothes."

"Looks like he's still wearing the clothes we last saw him in."

She shrugged. "He likes them. Plus, he'd prefer not to wear out his new clothes just yet."

She grinned. "One things for sure, he looked handsome as always in his new clothes. Bet he'd make you blush at the sight of him."

I stuttered. "T-That's irrelevant!"

"Irrelevant that you'd blush?"

"Yes! Wait, no! That's not…stop twisting my words!"

Coco laughed. "But it's so much fun!"

Goddamn it.

I sighed and watched as Colt came back towards the airship with all his stuff on a cart.

My hand clutched at my hand bag, where certain…documents were….

N-Now wouldn't really be a g-good time, would it?

I-I have the whole year to tell him, really.

I just…need to wait for the right time.

When it'll be less painful for his sake…and Violet's….

And my own.


(My POV)

The ride back to Beacon was uneventful for me.

I was lucky enough that Coco chose to talk with the rest of her team in order to catch up rather than continue to tease and/or flirt with me, though she pat my behind again before taking off.

I have no idea how Fox is used to that. Or Velvet and Yatsu, assuming she does the same to them….

And now I can't get the thought of Coco patting Velvet's butt out of my head.

Goddamn it.

Anyway, lucky for me they didn't inquire about why I was here.

I wasn't ready to explain the fate of my village just yet.

"We are now approaching Beacon Academy. Prepare to disembark."

And here we are.

I stopped looking out the window and moved to where my things were.

I grabbed a cart and started putting all my stuff on it. I noticed some butlers grabbing the remaining carts for some suitcases….

Suitcases that had the Schnee symbol on it.

Guess these are the butlers helping Weiss, then.

Ignoring them, I finished filling the cart and began moving it out of the airship. As I exited the airship, I found a certain goofball of a knight puking his guts out in a trashcan.

Had I remembered, I'd have actually gone out of my way to buy some pills for Jaune….

Eh, I can still do that. Just later.

I followed after the students filing out of the ship. I paid them no mind, and they paid me no mind.

Once I got off the connecting bridge, I set my cart out of the way of the students so as not to hinder them. I stood next to it and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. I lit the cigarette and took in a puff of smoke, then let it out.

Well, I got all that out of the way.

I still need to get my weapons rebuilt, though….

How long does something like that usually take? A day? Two? A week? I never really understood how that worked. I assume students had to build several prototypes before finally getting the right design. I can only imagine how long it took Ruby to perfect Crescent Rose.

Speaking of the little red reaper…considering the time between Ozpin's speech and sleeping in the ballroom is great, maybe we could get it done today? If not, then maybe tomorrow after Initiation? No wait, she'll probably be tired after what she goes through….

Fuck it, I'll just have to find her and ask.

I took in another puff of my cigarette. If I remember correctly, then Ruby should've met Weiss by now, or is about to.

Guess I can ask her now.

Dropping the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it, I grabbed my cart and began moving forward towards where I think Ruby and Weiss should be at.

When it comes to the show, there were apparently some discrepancies in continuity or some shit like that. Never really bothered to pay attention, simply choosing to be the ignorant person I was and enjoy the show for what it is.

Assuming there wasn't a continuity error involving the areas of Beacon, then Ruby and Weiss should be straight ahead….

There they are.

And Weiss is yelling at Ruby as usual, shaking a Dust vial about as Ruby looked like she was gonna sneeze.

I grinned. Oh I did not wanna miss this.

Let's see. 3…2-.

BOOM!

Goddamn it! Missed the timing on that one.

Nevertheless, the explosion occurred as in the show, with Ruby and Weiss caught in it. I absentmindedly looked to the right of them to find none other than Blake Belladonna not too far away, reading a book and picking up the Dust vial that was sent flying.

And cue Weiss yelling at Ruby….

I should really just let it play out. I really should. No reason to get involved, really.

Goddamn it.

With a sigh, I pushed my cart towards the two bickering teenagers, now three since Blake showed up to antagonize Weiss.

"Wha- how dare you- the nerve of-!"

"Ahem."

The attention of the three girls was now on me.

"Is there a problem here?" I asked.

Weiss pointed at Ruby. "She blew me up!"

"It was an accident!"

Then pointed at Blake. "And she insulted me!"

"Actually, I insulted your family's company."

"A technicality!"

I sighed. "Yeah, I saw that explosion."

I held my hand towards Blake. "Can I see the vial?"

She handed it to me.

I looked at it for a bit, then shook it. Some Dust flew out.

"Well, there's the problem," I said. "Vial's not sealed properly."

I give Weiss a raised eyebrow. "Shouldn't you have made sure these were sealed properly?"

She grew red with anger or embarrassment. Couldn't tell. She didn't say anything either way.

I looked to Blake. "And you."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Don't antagonize her. That only leads to trouble."

She shrugged.

I turned to Ruby. "And you."

"I-It was an accident, I swear!"

"I know," I assured. "I just want to talk to you."

I took note of the butlers that showed up to pick up the fallen suitcases.

"You two can go," I said to Weiss and Blake. "I'd like to speak to her privately."

Weiss happily agreed, obviously not wanting to be anywhere near Ruby or Blake. The Faunus-in-hiding shrugged and walked off as well.

I turned back to Ruby with a smile. "How's it going?"

She pouted. "Not good. My traitorous sister abandoned me, I blew up, and now some crabby rich girl hates me!"

I fought to keep the grin off my face. "Wow…sucks to be you."

She glared.

I laughed. "I'm just kidding! Take a joke!"

She kicked my foot.

"Fine, don't take a joke."

I cleared my throat. "Anyway, I wanted to ask if you'd be willing to help me with my weapons today."

The anger left her face, now replaced with excitement. "Really?!"

"Yeah. Beacon has a forge, so we can go there."

She bounced on her feet. "Let's go right now!"

I grab her cloak before she can speed off.

"Now, hold on. You kinda need to get to the auditorium first for Ozpin's speech. Plus…I'd say you could stand to make a friend right about now."

I'm referring to Jaune.

Ruby slumped "Ugh, you sound like Yang."

I'm going to pretend she didn't say that.

"Besides, what friends? You're the only one here."

I sat against the cart in mock depression. "Oh…I see."

Ruby realized her mistake. "W-Wait, that's not what I meant!"

"No, no, it's alright. I'll just…sit here and wallow in my loneliness."

Ruby began to panic. "No, wait! We're friends! You may be- how old are you?"

"Twenty fi-."

"You may be ten years older than me," Ruby interrupted quickly. "But I believe that friendship goes beyond time itself! If it can happen on TV, it can happen in real life!"

I tried very hard to hold in my snickering, if only to see what else she came up with.

"I mean, there's those two movies where that boy is left alone by mistake and ends up making friends with an old man and an old bird lady-."

They have Home Alone 1 and 2 here?

"And then the one where that racist old guy befriended a Faunus boy after said boy tried to steal his prized vehicle-."

They have Gran Torino as well? Wait, Ruby watched it?!

The fuck?!

"And furthermore-!"

Okay, I think I've had my fun.

I raised a hand to stop her talking, which she did.

"It's okay," I grinned. "I wasn't actually depressed."

Ruby blinked. "O-Oh! Well…good! That's great!"

She held her hand out. "So…friends?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, friends."

I got up and shook her hand.

She grinned. "Yes! My first friend! Take that, Yang!"

She paused. "…Wait, do you actually count? I mean, you're a part of security here, after all."

I waved her off. "It's fine…but just in case."

I called out behind Ruby. "Hey! Blonde guy standing there watching like an idiot. Get over here!"

Jaune meeped, then scrambled towards us.

"Er, I, um…I wasn't just standing there like an idiot."

"I know. Just wanted to see you scramble. It was hilarious."

He deadpanned.

I clapped my hands together. "Right, now introduce yourselves to each other."

Jaune started first and held out her hand. "Er, I'm Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. Ladies love it."

And like that, I lost all respect for Jaune.

Ruby raised an eyebrow. "Do they?"

I cupped my chin. "Hmm…well Ruby, you're a lady. Answer your own question."

She gawked at me, but I simply gave her a thumbs up.

Now, I don't prefer Lancaster over Arkos…but I don't prefer Arkos over Lancaster either. I like both ships equally. Jaune/Pyrrha is romantic and beautiful, while Jaune/Ruby is romantic and adorable.

I know there's fics out there that believe that Ruby may have developed a crush on Jaune in their first year, and I admit that it makes sense. Jaune was her first friend at Beacon. And since both are team leaders, maybe they meet up sometimes to talk about leader stuff.

And the talk Ruby had with Jaune about his problems concerning whether he was a good or bad leader was really nice. Hell, it could be considered a Lancaster moment.

In any case, me asking Ruby to answer that question might have started the engines of Lancaster.

Ruby cupped her chin in thought….

She shrugged. "Eh, it's alright."

Jaune slumped, causing Ruby to giggle.

Then again, that crush obviously doesn't happen in a day or a week. It develops overtime, evident by Ruby's answer.

Still, they could easily be like brother and sister, which is okay in my books….

Unless she does develop a crush on Jaune. In which case, the greatest love triangle in all of RWBY shipping will occur in the form of Jaune/Ruby/Pyrrha. Much drama will be had, friendships will be tested, and-.

My head hurts.

I rubbed my eyes and inwardly groaned.

What had I said a while ago about not getting involved in the ships?

"Hey, an Atlas ship!"

I paused at Ruby's exclamation.

Atlas? Here? It's too early for that.

I turn towards the docking from Atlas could possibly…possibly….

My jaw slowly falls open as my eyes widen.

That…that's her ship!

I quickly turn to Jaune and Ruby. "Er, I need to go check on something. Could you two watch my stuff for me?"

Ruby and Jaune looked at the cart before nodding.

"Good. While I'm gone, since you two just became friends, you can get to know one another."

I turn to Ruby. "And if I don't count as your first friend…well, now you have Jaune for that."

With that said, I sprint over to the docking area….

Only to sprint back with a glare. "And don't go snooping around in my shit!"

"SWEAR!"

"…After all of this, you will be friends with my daughter."

Jaune blinked. "Wait, you have a-?"

I didn't bother to wait for him to finish, having run off to the docking area.


(Ruby POV)

I watched my first friend…or non-friend…acquaintance?

Darn it! This is so confusing! I need to ask Yang about this when I find her.

I turned to my (unofficial) first friend, Jaune.

"So~…I've got this thing."

I whipped out my sweetheart in all its glory.

"Whoa! I-Is that a scythe?"


(My POV)

I slow my sprint to a jog as I neared her ship.

The ramp was already down, and some Atlesian Knights (still the older models), were standing by.

As I neared, one of them aimed its small miniguns at me.

"INTRUDER! IDENTIFY YOURSELF!"

You've got to be kidding me.

"Er…Colt Remington?"

"NAME NOT RECOGNIZED! EXTERMINATE!"

Damn it, not again!

The Atlesian Knight went Dalek on me and prepared to fire its guns.

I quickly drew Dundee and threw it at its head. The large knife impaled its faceplate, sparks flying for a bit before it slumped to the ground.

The other two Knights looked at each other before revealing dual knives and charged at me.

Seeing as they were charging at me neck and neck…I think another wrestling move is in order.

I charged at the charging robots and, when we were close enough-.

BAM!

Double clothesline!

Both Knights were knocked to the floor. Using the time given, I leaped towards the destroyed Knight and pulled Dundee out of its head.

I turned in time to see the other two Knights already up. One charged at me with its knives poised to strike, but I managed to parry the first few strikes. It stabbed at me, but I spun around its arm and stabbed Dundee right in its neck. Sparks followed.

The other knight finally decided to use its guns and aimed at me. I quickly turned the Knight in front of me around and used it as a meat shield.

The bullets bounced and tore at the Knight as I quickly moved forward. When I was close enough, I tossed the remains at the standing Knight, knocking it to the ground.

I launched at the downed Knight before it could get up and dug Dundee straight through its head.

More sparks, then it laid unmoving.

I let out a sigh of relief.

Seriously? This happens to me a second time?

Still…I managed to take on three Atlesian Knights (older models, but still) with relative ease.

I smiled. Guess I'm getting better in terms of combat….

Oh right, almost forgot.

I sheathed Dundee and raised my hands in victory.

"I DID IT, AGAIN! HAH, HAH! THE MACHINE WILL RISE, MY ASS!"

"Yes, you did much more impressively this time around."

I froze at the familiar voice.

"Against three of them, no less."

If I didn't know any better, I'd think my heart just skipped a beat.

"Though I have to ask…really, Colt? Really?"

I lowered my hands and turned to the source of the voice….

Yup. Same face. Same hair. Same attire. Same…body figure…that I may or may not have admired for longer than I should have.

It was her.

Winter Schnee.

She was currently staring at the remains of the Atlesian Knights I had just disposed of.

She gave me a stern look. "You do realize that you've just, once again I might add, destroyed Atlas military property?"

I shrunk a little at her gaze and desperately racked my mind for a legitimate excuse that could explain my actions a moment ago. An excuse that was well thought out, completely understandable, and perfectly summarizes the situation at hand!

"Um…this isn't what it looks like?"

Goddamn it!

Winter gave me a blank stare for an agonizingly long moment.

Winter snickered a bit.

Wait…is she gonna-?

"Pfffhahahahah-!"

Yep, she's laughing. Actually laughing.

She put a delicate hand to her mouth as she laughed.

And to be honest…her laughter was quite angelic….

Wait a minute, I managed to get Winter Schnee of all people to laugh.

Yes! Victory! I totally meant to do that, by the way. That was my plan all along….

Yes, it was. Don't say that it wasn't!

She managed to calm down and give me a warm smile that may or may not have caused my cheeks to heat up.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Colt."

I scratched my cheek with a finger and cleared my throat.

"U-Um, yeah! It's…nice to see you too, Winter."


A/N: I wonder if I should make "Colt destroys Atlas military property in front of Winter" a running gag? Either way, next time I get to hang out with Winter…and other stuff.

Fun, no?

Anyway, I got me some new clothes...and a new combat attire:

Judge Dredd (2012) uniform minus the helmet.

A black leather cowboy hat.

And some new shades, courtesy of Coco.

And now I got some extra stuff for myself: collapsible riot shield, Taser, grenades (regular, smoke, and flashbang).

Hey, if I intend to survive against my enemies, I need all this.

All I gotta do is rebuild Lucky and MM, and I'm all set! I'll see about having that done in the next chapter.

Now, to those that actually think I could make a harem work…you obviously overestimate my writing ability.

I don't like harems. I despise them with a passion. So anyone who thinks that harem is the outcome will be sorely disappointed.

Violet: So...no multiple mommies?

No, damn it!

Violet: SWEAR!

Ugh. *puts Lien in the swear jar*

Now then, after looking at all the options, I've chosen the ship names for the "joke" ships.

So, here's the official ship list for this story:

Colt/Winter – Cold Steel

Colt/Neo – Silencer

Colt/Amber – Guardian

Colt/Coco – More Dakka

Colt/Velvet – Family Issues

Colt/Cinder – Burning Desire

Colt/Raven – Portal Gun

Colt/Qrow – Drinking Pals

Colt/Salem – Shots in the Dark

So there…I hope you're all happy now. Cause seriously, Raven, Cinder, Qrow, Salem, and especially Harem were meant as a joke.

Now then…I have a certain plan for Violet involving the stuff I bought her.

I'm sure you've figured it out, but here's an omake that may or may not be a sneak peek.


Omake: Respect My Authoritah!

Cardin was pulling his usual gimmick: racist bully.

His target? Velvet Scarlatina.

"P-Please stop," Velvet whimpered.

"What's that? Keep going? Okay!"

He pulled harder.

"OW!"

Suddenly, sirens were heard.

Cardin and Velvet paused, then turned to the sound.

Violet, in a little police uniform and shades, rode in on a little bicycle with training wheels. She came to a stop in front of the two students and silenced her sirens.

She stepped out and frowned at Cardin. "Well, well, well…what do we have here?'

Cardin scowled. "Beat it, shrimp."

He then smirked. "And no, I'm not just saying it because you're little. I'm saying it because you're an animal, just like the rest of your kind."

Velvet grew angry.

You can pick on her…but mess with her family and you'll see just what a rabbit can do!

Before she could act upon her anger, Violet shook her head and sighed.

"Looks like someone needs to…RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH!"

Violet drew her baton and proceeded to beat Cardin's shins with it.

"Ow! What the hell?! Stop!"

She kept doing it, even after Cardin long let go of Velvet's rabbit ear.

"This is police brutality!"

"Not an actual cop," Violet quickly replied before resuming her onslaught.

Furious, Cardin grabbed the baton and threw it away.

He grinned savagely. "Hah! Not so tough now, are you?!"

Violet frowned…then drew her Taser and fired the stingers, sending jolts of electricity into Cardin's manhood.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Cardin fell to the ground unconscious five seconds later.

Violet retracted the stingers and put away her Taser.

"Hmph. That'll show you, you big meanie."

Violet wrote a ticket for detention and placed it on Cardin's forehead.

She turned to Velvet. "You okay, big sis?"

Velvet smiled. "I am now."

"Great!"

Violet wrote a ticket and passed it to Velvet.

Her older sister gawked. "W-What's this for?"

The bell rang.

Violet grinned. "Being late for class."

Velvet glared.

The young one shrugged. "I can't make exceptions for family, Velvet. Just ask Daddy."

"VIOLET! WHAT'S THIS BULLSHIT ABOUT ME GETTING DETENTION?!"

Violet eeped. "G-Gotta run!"

She got on her bicycle, but looked to Velvet one more time.

"He and his superior were getting a bit too close for standard regulation."

"WE DID NO SUCH THING! FEAR THE CLAW!"

"Eeep!"

Violet quickly took off. Colt appeared soon after, chasing after his daughter with his hand raised as the Claw.

Velvet blinked….

She sighed. "Goddamn it."

"SWEAR!"

Violet was suddenly back with the swear jar.

Velvet facepalmed.


A/N: And there we go! What you could expect from Violet having a position of authority in the security detail.

I know you guys have suggested it and…it may or may not happen. Sure I bought that stuff, but it could easily just be for fun.

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LATERS!