SHORT
Inspiration: Meet the Heavy [Team Fortress 2]
Based on short videos known as Meet the Team from a game know as TF2 (Team Fortress 2)
SPECIAL THANKS to my friend who wrote this for me while I was injured.
Pardon our grammar.
EDIT: Fixed a misspelled word.
Meet Team CFVY - Coco Adel
"Before we move on to our regular viewings, please enjoy this short viewing."
The entirety of the RWBY casts looked at the giant screen with a curious expression.
"This is new." Qrow leaned back in his chair. "Wonder what we'll be watching."
"Like our Hosts always say, 'you will see soon'." Nora tried her best to come up with a voice for the Hosts. Their voice, if they even have one, is indescribable. "What should I make them sound like? Robotic? Booming? Oh! Maybe… Sloths!"
Vernal stared at the thunderous girl like she's an escaped mental patient. "How did it escalate to that? Also, how does a sloth even talk?"
"You got a problem with sloths?"
The two girls got into a staring contest. Over something nonsensical and trivial no less.
"Vernal." Raven sighed. "Please don't stoop to their level."
The bandit girl broke the staring contest. "I can't believe I got myself into this."
"It's starting!" Ruby exclaimed, hoping that it's not one of those grim viewings.
Static filled the screen for a brief moment, before flickering to life. An orange gloved hand partially covered the camera screen. A series of displays on the upper and lower side of the screen showcased the battery life and light filters.
To the side, a small red button along with the word 'REC' was blinking.
"A video recording?"
Oscar blinked and focused his gaze on the screen. He then looked down at the orange gloves he was currently wearing. They looked exactly like the ones on the screen. "Those orange gloves look just like mines."
Ruby and Weiss leaned over him to catch a glimpse of his orange gloves.
"Huh, you're right." Ruby tilted her head. "I guess you're the one recording."
"I… Never really worked a recorder before." Being a farm boy in a rural area, Oscar never had the chance to interact with many of the technologies the city folks use.
"Heeeey. You got it." A cool, feminine voice praised the person behind the camera. "Might want to move your fingers away from that glass part. Scroll won't be able to record anything but your hand."
A surprised look formed on each member of Team CFVY. That sounded like Coco.
The orange glove quickly shifted from view. "Sorry." The camera veered towards a girl with brown hair, shades, stylish clothing, and a black beret. "I, uh. Never used one before."
"It's me." Coco blinked. "Huh, what are we filming over there? Looks like farm boy is with me for some reason." She cranked her neck back at Oscar and grinned, making a victory sign gesture. "Sup, kid."
"Um. Hi." He replied shyly, blushing.
Ruby giggled. He reminded her so much about herself when she started out the first few days at Beacon, being socially awkward.
"We all have to start somewhere. No sweat." Coco waved her hand dismissively. "Let's get started, yeah?" She brought up her black handbag and shouldered a bandolier. "I guess this is the part where Velvet is going to put in that title card?"
The screen cuts to a well-detailed screen card displaying Coco's emblem and her weapon in its grandest form, followed by fanfare.
"MEET COCO ADEL"
A crossed-ax logo, Beacon Academy's logo, was stamped at the bottom center of the screen card. On the bottom right corner, a small scribble crediting Velvet as the creator was printed in cursive.
"Fashion addicted girl is now a narcissist?" Neo's sign read.
"Meet Coco Adel?" Port scratched his head. "Is this some sort of Beacon Academy promotion or advertisement? I must say, such a simplistic, but detailed personalization of the screen card. Props to the designer, whom I assume is Miss Scarlatina."
Velvet inspected the title card on the screen. "It does look like something I would make as a hobby."
Coco's teammates, the student body, and all of Beacon's professors looked at the girl with them who is featuring in this viewing.
"Hold up. I, and by I, I mean this me and not that me; had nothing to do with this."
"Let's keep watching." Ozpin was slightly intrigued. "This seems interesting."
The camera cuts back to Coco placing her purse on a durable table. The bandolier slung across her shoulder jingled softly as she sat down on a comfy chair.
"The name's Coco Adel. Fashionista extraordinaire." She lowered her shades and grinned. "And this…" Her handbag started disassembling itself, transforming into a gigantic minigun. In the midst of the transformation, Oscar could be heard yelping with surprise. "Is my weapon!"
"Oooh." Ruby was hooked in already. "Tell me more."
"Ha! Like what you see?" Coco teased.
Coco's weapon was laid out on the table in its fullest display. The fashionista patted the barrel of her minigun covetously, rocking it back and forth. "She weighs one hundred fifty kilograms and fires two hundred liens, custom-tooled cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute."
She tugged at the bandolier on her shoulder upon mentioning the cartridges.
"Whooooa. So cool." Ruby's eyes sparkled, before quickly dimming when she started to comprehend the costs of just the bullets. "Wait! Really?!"
Everyone felt their mouth dropped by the hefty price for Coco's weapon upkeep, Weiss included.
Even Coco looked surprised by that, stunned into silence. Unless her other self is crazy successful, or just crazy, her weapon does not have that kind of price tag on its upkeep.
Roman spurted out his drink. "That's one high maintenance weapon."
She then turned her gaze towards Oscar and looked at him intently. "It costs four hundred thousand liens to fire this weapon… For twelve seconds."
Weiss gulped. That sort of upkeep would drain the SDC all of their budgets within days. "No way."
"That is so not worth using," Yang said in horror.
He may be off-screen, but one could tell Oscar's jaw dropped upon hearing the costs of just firing the weapon. This weapon, if Coco was telling the truth, was essentially a debt maker!
"R-really?" Oscar gasped.
Coco's serious expression started to crack. "Pffft! No!" She burst out laughing, kneeling over while holding her sides like it was the funniest joke she had ever told. "Oh my god…" She wiped a tear off her face. "Your face. Oh man, Yang wasn't kidding when she said you were fun to tease."
"I nearly had a heart attack." Coco wheezed. "I thought other-me went off the deep end there. Whew."
"I blame Yang for this." Blake monotonously threw her partner under the bus.
"What did I do?!"
"You give bad advice."
Oscar frowned. "What's the average cost in repairing and maintaining your weapons?"
If he can recall, huntsmen and huntresses wield unique weapons of their designs to suit their fighting styles or needs. Unlike mass-produced or custom-made weapons, their weapons tend to have mechanisms that are one-of-a-kind. In other words, if they were to try and replace or repair their weapons, it would be difficult and most likely expensive. Ordering custom made parts, utilizing workshops, etc.
"Well, it depends on what you have since everyone mostly builds their own weapons," Ruby replied.
Glynda nodded in agreement. "The average costs of upkeep are essentially nonexistent. My weapon, for example barely has any upkeep at all."
A riding crop doesn't need much maintenance.
"Oh. Cool."
"Well, I'm sorry for being fun to tease," Oscar grumbled.
"Aw, cheer up kid. Jokes aside, I just remember that I have to check on…" As she turned the barrel of her minigun, something caught her eyes. "Something…" Frowning, she pushed her face very close to the unseen side of the minigun's barrel. "Oh my god, who touched Gianduja?!"
Her expression went dark and menacing.
"Oh no." Fox groaned.
Velvet's ears flopped down onto her head. "Not again."
"Someone touched my stuff?" Coco's voice was laced with venom.
Yang nervously looked at the exasperated fashionista. "And I thought Ruby was bad."
"What was that, Yang?"
"Nothing!"
"Is… Something wrong?"
"Alright. Everything is alright." Coco hissed; her face was twitching just so slightly. "Oscar. Cover your ears. I'll be right back."
"Uh, okay." The camera was set down gently on the table, followed by clothing ruffling and footsteps shuffling.
"We are lowering the volume for this part."
"I'm not that bad." Coco's eyes were wide with surprise. "Am I?"
Team CFVY, minus Coco, all glanced at Fox. The quiet young man awkwardly coughed, refusing to remark on that statement.
"That sounds bad." Sun looked very concerned.
After a brief moment of silence, a very loud roar could be heard across the campus. "WHO THE FUCK TOUCHED MY GUN?!"
"Gah!" Velvet and Blake winced at the thunderous bellow, though it didn't hurt them; merely startling them.
The camera screen spazzed out from the soundwaves, the interface flickering and glitching. Every furniture in the room violently trembled before the camera cuts to a colorful, technical difficulty card.
"TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. PLEASE STAND BY."
"Jeez, kiddo." Tai looked very impressed. "I think you broke the sound barrier."
The girl in question looked uncomfortable, uncertain if she should take that as a compliment or something.
Glynda slowly turned her head towards Coco. "Miss Adel. Language and indoor voices, please."
Coco saluted out of fear and respect. "Yes, ma'am."
A beeping sound could be heard as the camera rebooted to the next scene.
Mercury leaned in closer to Emerald. "Ten liens the next scene isn't going to be pretty."
"Switch bets and it's a deal."
Coco sat on atop of her bed, looking very peeved. "Some people think they can outsmart me; mess with my designer clothes, scratch my weapon, and get away with it." For a brief moment, Coco's face was tranquil. "Maybe…" She sniffed. "Maybe."
She looked at the camera. Her eyes were burning with a mischievous, destructive glint.
Velvet whimpered. "She has that look!"
"What look?" Jaune quizzically asked.
"Yeah, what look?" Coco demanded to know what Velvet means by that.
The boys in Team CFVY facepalmed. "You'll see what she means…"
A single bullet labeled 'DANGER' was held up close to the camera. "I've yet to meet one that can outsmart bullet."
The sound of neck bones bending could be heard from Glynda as she turned towards Coco Adel.
"Uh, oh." Oscar shrank into his seat.
Coco swallowed her saliva. "Professor Goodwitch. For the record, I had nothing to do with this."
An audible gulp could be heard from Oscar behind the camera. "C-C-Coco? Coco?!"
The sound of Gianduja revving up is heard, and the viewers were greeted to a heavily destroyed Beacon with Coco unleashing destruction upon the opposing dormitory wings.
"HAHAHA! CRY SOME MORE!" Coco laughed loudly over the deafening roar of her minigun.
Her eyes were maniacal, her lips barred into a savage, bloodthirsty grin. Coco relished every single moment of this, laying waste to the campus. Each bullet that struck something erupted into a devastating explosion, pulverizing the material out of existence.
Ozpin dropped his mug.
Qrow his flask.
Maria her cane
And Neo her sign.
The 'villains' of the group stared in awe at the destruction of Beacon Academy. Two particular women were starstruck by the scene; Cinder and Raven. The school wasn't destroyed by Grimm or criminals, it was being destroyed inside out by a student!
Raven couldn't suppress her giggling. "I like this girl. She really needs to be in our tribe."
"T-the school." Pyrrha sputtered.
Coco pushed her shades closer to her eyes and her beret over her face. "Oooooh, man. I am so screwed."
"That went from zero to a hundred." Qrow looked shell-shocked.
Coco swung her body, directing the minigun towards a section of the campus that's less destroyed than the rest. Swinging around her waist was poor Oscar, desperately trying to stop the fashionista from destroying the academy.
"Stop!" Oscar pleaded to no avail.
"I feel sorry for the boy." Winter saluted the boy for his bravery. "You deserve a medal."
Ironwood nodded, feeling that the boy deserves more than just a medal. He started to shake Ozpin out of his stupor but froze when he saw what happens next on the screen.
Oscar's pupils shrunk a bit when Glynda Goodwitch dropped from the sky. The stern deputy was giving them a fierce death glare. She was clearly enraged. Debris around her was swept up into the air, spinning at high velocity in the air like a tornado.
"Oh shit." Qrow didn't want to see what happens next when Glynda gets her hand on the poor girl. "This ain't pretty."
"Nothing about this is pretty." Maria laughed.
With a quick flick of her riding crop, Coco and Oscar were jolted into the air.
Gianduja was torn away from Coco, preventing her from reaching it. Glynda then pointed a finger at Oscar and pulled him away with her semblance so she could deliver proper punishment to the girl.
"Coco. Adel!" Glynda's voice oozed with fury and hatred.
Coco was silently praying to her counterpart to not make things worse. "Don't say something stupid. Don't say or do something stupid."
"I literally have no regrets." Coco looked at peace with her decision.
Sun looked haunted. "You just sealed your fate."
"Damn it!"
"DETENTION!"
She threw the girl into the ground with such force, that the camera sitting on the bench nearby flew high into the sky from the impact.
"Detention?" Winter coughed. "I would have chosen expulsion and imprisonment."
The camera cuts to black.
"YOLO!" Coco's muffled voice could be heard from the darkness.
"Why are you still talking?!"
"Defiant till the end. Damn girl, you got game." Raven praised the fashionista. "Live young, die hard."
Coco could feel the piercing glare from Glynda Goodwitch. "Don't make this worse for me."
Luckily, Glynda's colleague had enough common sense to dissuade the deputy from taking any actions against her. It may have happened in another reality, but the Coco here is innocent. Well, maybe not those few times where the fashionista lost her temper…
A valiant ending fanfare started playing as it cuts to Team CFVY posing in front of an ancient temple in Emerald Forest.
Everyone went quiet as the viewing ended.
"That was something." Jaune bravely broke the silence with a stutter.
Mercury nodded, "No kidding."
"I am innocent. I swear." Coco proclaimed her innocence. "I've been here this entire time. Next please!"
"Moving on then."
Pardon our grammar.
