Crimson X: Snow White
"You're just now getting up?" Weiss asked in surprise as she found Ragna making his way back from the showers with a towel over his shoulder. Even if he could fall asleep in class (he tried his damndest not to) Ragna was still oft to rise early and try to avoid his team. As of today though, breakfast had ended almost an hour ago and Weiss and her team had been wondering where on earth the Reaper was… or if their argument with Jin Kisaragi had pushed the blonde over the edge.
"Well excuse me; this was the first time in a damned long while that I had any chance on catching up on my sleep, so I sure as hell needed to make sure it counted," Ragna told the Shnee heiress as he stifled a yawn. His hair wasn't so pointed in the air as it usually was thanks to the remaining moisture weighing it down "Hell, might actually be tempted to sleep for the rest of today since it's Sunday."
"I'm not letting you waste your entire day away!" Weiss scolded him. "Ruby and Yang are even in the library trying to get Blake caught up on our assignment for Professor Port and I don't think that you've even begun it!"
"Yeah, well I'm not seeing you in there either. What's your excuse?" Ragna asked with a smirk, only for it to go snarky as he noticed Weisses blush when she's called out.
"I… just wanted to check on you… RIGHT! To make sure YOU weren't falling behind in your studies!" Weiss accused him. Stopping in his casual walk right in front of the door to his new room, Ragna turned to face the girl as she glared at him with her knuckles on her hips, looking very authoritative… a look that was immediately shattered as Ragna poked her on forehead and destroyed her composure. "Hey!"
"Lay off it will ya? I've already got Goodwitch to worry about," Ragna told her as he brought out his key and opened the door, giving Weiss a first look of where Ragna was staying now. His new room was about half the size of her own, which made sense. He had a twin-sized bed to sleep in with Aramasa resting beside it, a small dresser to keep his clothes and other supplies, a bin for keeping dirty laundry, and a desk; not a photo or decoration in sight. "...Something wrong?"
"Your room looks rather barren," Weiss told him.
"Course it does, just cleaned it," Ragna told her, giving her some hope. "That and I'm not the decorative type." And immediately killed it.
"If you're going to be in this room for the rest of the semester you'd ought to make sure it makes for a nice place to live in," Weiss told him.
"And what do you care about it?" he countered before muttering under his breath. "If it were Yang and Ruby I'd get it, but you?"
"But… me?" Weiss asked before growing angry. "What's that supposed to mean!?"
'Shit, did I say that out loud?' Ragna thought to himself with worry. "You're just… much more serious than they are, you know? I mean-?"
"Are you saying I'm not fun?" she demanded again. Truth was Ragna while hadn't wanted to say that, he sort of thought it and Weiss was no idiot.
"...In my defense, you do yell at me a lot," he reminded. "Kind of like you are now." That seemed to give Weiss a moment's pause to reconsider.
"...In that case, what say we head into town?" she offered, surprising Ragna. "I'll help you find something for your room as your friend and you'll have to admit I'm fun with how much you're going to enjoy spending time with me."
'Why is she looking at me like this is some kind of a challenge?' Ragna thought to himself with worry. 'And if it's a challenge, Weiss can't back down from it.' "...You know what? Fine, if it gets us both out of writing that damn assignment I'm all for it."
"We'll still have to do the assignment later this week you realize," Weiss told him, trying to retain her appearance of responsibility.
"Yeah, yeah, I know…" Ragna grumbled to himself. "And I'll be there to help you and the rest of your team."
"Good, because with how much Yang was complaining last night I think she'd be lost without you," Weiss told him before becoming silent as she thought back to some of yesterday's other events.
"Something wrong? You're looking pretty damn serious about something," Ragna questioned as she saw her expression.
"I...It's nothing, let's get going," Weiss asked walking out of the Reaper's room. He didn't have much to say to her in contrast, so he gave a shrug and began following her.
'I'd be lying if I said I wasn't bitter about him abandoning me,' Jin Kisaragi had vaguely said the day prior.
'I know what Jin told us, but I still don't think that Ragna's the type to just abandon his brother… he might be vulgar, rude, and stubborn to no end, but he can be surprisingly well meaning when he tries to be,' Wiess thought to herself before picking up her stride, her confidence restored in full. 'Not to mention he's not bad danc…'
"Something wrong, you're falling behind when this was your idea," Ragna chastised her as the Shnee heir was starting to fall behind. Turning behind, he raised an eyebrow at the key detail of Weiss's current complexion. "Why in the hell are you blushing?"
"I-I am not blushing!" she exclaimed angrily. Bad enough that Ragna could rattle her, but now that he could see her like this it was infuriating.
"If you say so, Snow White."
Oh HELL NO; he was NOT going to get away with giving her a new nickname. Weiss growled as she tried to kick his shin… sadly her aim was a little off and she instead kicked his metal shoe plate.
"Err!" she grunted, trying to restrict her swearing to an internal matter as she hopped around Ragna while gripping her wounded foot.
"If you keep hopping around like that, Amane's going to think you're coming up with a new dance style," the Reaper informed while doing his damndest not to look smug. The glare he was getting from Weiss was evidence he wasn't doing well. "...I buy us lunch while we're out?"
"...You better, and I get to decide where we eat," she told him, picking up her stride to where she and the Reaper were walking side-by-side.
"Yare yare daze…" the Reaper muttered while scratching the top of his head. "Just don't go overboard on me; I'm a tight budget right now."
"That's not what Yang's been telling me, in fact I heard that you haven't spend any of the money that you've earned with her," Weiss said, gaining a small victory as Ragna cringed. "Let's face it, you'll just have to be kind to me if you don't want my cravings to turn expensive."
"...For someone who's entire gimmick is the color white, you seem to be pretty damn comfortable with blackmail," he told her as the two made their way out of the building.
"It's called being business savvy; I've learned a lot by watching my family work," she told him proudly.
"Just use it to net me some decent deals today, alright?" Ragna asked with a hint of begging mixed in.
"Of course I'll help you save money, after all I'm such a nice person," Weiss told him, obviously expecting some form of a compliment. She didn't get one and this time her aim wasn't off.
"Ouch."
In Town
"So… how about we get you something like this?" Weiss asked as she pulled a small digital alarm clock off of the wall. "It won't take up much space in your room, it's got a nice and sleek design, and not only does it tell time but it also gives you a date and temperature as well."
"Yeah… so does my scroll," Ragna informed as he scratched the back of his head. The store they were shopping in seemed to have a large variety of things to homey things to choose from so Weiss had though it would be a good idea to start here.
"Hmm… how about this one then?" Weiss asked as she picked something nearby and brought it up to show Ragna.
"That is also a clock," Ragna observed helpfully. "And this one ain't even digital."
"It's not about telling time, it's about aesthetic," Weiss told him as she tried to show off the old style wooden one. "And I think this one has plenty to offer."
"You think so?" he asked, a little curious to see what Weiss saw in the old fashioned tool.
"Of course. The wood seems to be a nice light shade, the numbers are made from a strong alloy and have a good roman numeral style, and there are even little tiny doors next to a small track meaning it will probably do something whenever it hits an hour."
'Tch, I'm not some kid looking for some cheap entertainment from a clock of all things,' Ragna thought, knowing he should keep such complaints to an internal level.
Playing with the hands on the clock, he brought it to its next hour. As expected the small object gave a few low chimes to signal the passing of time, but then the two doors opened to reveal a tiny king doll on one side and a queen doll on the other. The two came out of their respective doorways, turned towards and approached each other on the track, then leaned forward to mimic kissing before returning to inside the clock.
"...No offense, but if anyone saw this in my room they'd probably think I was a bigger creep than they already do," Ragna said with a sigh. Weiss couldn't find it in her heart to disagree. "What else is there?"
"How about a nice candle?" Weiss asked as the moved to the next asiel. "This might make for a relaxing addition."
"That or it could set my entire place on fire," the Reaper muttered. "You know what kind of luck I have to deal with, I'd rather not risk it."
"You could just be careful for once," Weiss told him with a small glare, making Ragna wonder how much of the crap he'd been forced was his fault in her eyes. Taking a small pumpkin candle off of the display, she undid the top and smelt it. "This one has a nice smell to it, and it's seasonal. Why don't you try something like this?"
"I told you, I don't want a-" Ragna tried to protest before the candle was shoved in his face. Taking a forced whiff of it, he visibly winced at the overwhelming aroma. "Dammit, people like these things?" he asked as he attempted not to gag.
"Some people find it relaxing… I can see that you're not the type," Weiss said to him in small understanding. "Maybe we could find one a little more… subtle?"
"Let's just move on, candles just don't look like they'd be my thing," he told her with a sigh before looking to the next section. "And here we have… rugs."
"This might actually be just what you need," she informed, leaving Ragna to raise an eyebrow. "What? Now when you wake up you can put your feet of a soft cushion for a few minutes instead of the cold hard floor. It's simple, it won't take up much room, and it can stylize your room just a little."
'I guess we've got a winner, but seriously? A rug?' Ragna thought to himself. "I guess out of everything here-"
"And you can always picture it as your rivals, knowing that you have the chance to stomp them out the first thing every morning!" Weiss said with almost exaggerated fierceness, momentarily tapping into her Dictator Weiss persona. Ragna couldn't say anything in response, only staring blank faced at Weiss's display.
"Can I help either of you find something?" a clerk asked as she looked at the two.
"Yeah… I think I'll take one of those wool rugs," Ragna told her awkwardly.
Later
"I can't believe that you went and got one of the white ones," Weiss muttered as the two white haired students walked down the streets with Weiss in plenty of a huff. Ragna had a small bag slung over his shoulder.
"For the record, I never said I was in line with your crazy way of thinking," he said, earning a small scowl from the Schnee heir. "So we done here?"
"Actually I was thinking that we could try and hit a few more shops that I've heard of," Weiss told him, leaving Ragna to give a shrug. "...That and you still owe me lunch."
"Right, right," the Reaper sighed as he followed behind Weiss. 'I guess this is still easier than dealing with a certain SOMEONE… but not by a lot.' Keeping his mind from thinking of a certain annoyance, Ragna checked one of the windows and paused as he saw something that caught his eye. "...Looks like someone's selling a Grimm Mask."
"Not too big of a surprise, it is getting close to that time of year," Weiss told him before muttering under her breath. "Unfortunately…"
"You don't like celebrating Grimm's Day?" Ragna asked. While the Reaper could call Weiss stuck up most of the time he dealt with her, not enjoying Grimm's day wouldn't be too big of a surprise. There reservations of dressing up as deadly creatures who some had taken the lives of loved ones for some people while others found it archaic, even if it gave the children to make believe and pretend to slay the monsters.
"Out of all of the holidays, I'd have to say that it would have to be my least favorite," Weiss told him darkly.
"Huh, any reason that you hate it so much?" the Reaper questioned.
"...Why do you want to know?" Weiss's tone made it clear that she was rather reserved on the subject.
"You mean besides the fact that we're friends?" Ragna asked rhetorically with a small smile at Weiss. "Well… the room that I got from Ozpin came with a price; I've got to hold a festival if I want to keep it. Might help if I know what I need to watch out for."
"In that case… I might not be the one to talk to for it, it happened a long time ago and…" Weiss was pausing a lot, Ragna noted.
"You don't have to continue, I was just curious."
"...When I was still very young, my father took my entire family to the estate of one of his key benefactors to seal a deal that would come to be one of our most important agreements," she began. "Grimm's day had rolled around that time and the benefactor prided himself in throwing the best party that he could. My father didn't care for the holiday, but he said we were to attend and to not mess things up."
"Sounds… harsh," Ragna said bluntly. He could have added an insult if he wanted, but didn't feel much like mouthing off someone's father.
"Even as a child I was expected to behave in a way that would reflect well to the rest of the Schnee family," Weiss explained. "I didn't think this party would be much different from any other time I've had to attend a ball or sing at a formal gathering."
"Huh… didn't know you could sing," Ragna noted, admittedly a little curious how she sounded. "So you went to this party even though you didn't really want to?"
"On the contrary, I was actually rather excited for it; I had my own stylist to help me make a Huntress costume ahead of time and as long as my father approved with it I could make whatever alterations I wanted. When it came time for the party however…"
"Something went wrong?" he guessed vaguely.
"...Promise you won't laugh?" Weiss told him, rather hesitant to surrender this information. "Or tell Ruby?" At Ragna's nod, she continued. "To start the party went well enough… but then the masks and costumes started to scare me, made all the worse when some of the party goers started to get careless in their scaring. I went to find my father, but he busy talking to his partner and just shooed me away. I tried to find my mother, but she had left to tend to my baby brother… I ended up crying in the corner for who knows how long before my older sister finally found me… I've never attended one of those parties since."
"That's…" Ragna started to say before smiling wistfully and shaking his head. "Heh…"
"You PROMISED that you wouldn't laugh!" Weiss exclaimed at the Reaper, getting passing glances from a few people on the streets, but she couldn't be bothered by that.
"I'm not laughing at you, it's just…" Ragna scratched the back of his head, yet the smile remained. "Maybe you've got more of a soft side than you let on…" Weiss tried to come up with a retort. "Honestly, it's pretty frickin' adorable."
...By this point Weiss's internal scream would be deafening as she looked at Ragna was a sense of horror and a crimson lit face. The Reaper wasn't sure what he had done, but it looked like he'd crossed the line somewhere.
"I…" she tried to say, slowly finding her voice. "I was a child when that happened!"
"So? You seem to remember it well enough," Ragna retorted as Weiss's blush showed little signs of fading. "All right, all right, that's enough teasing… If you don't want to come to the party, I won't say a word of it."
"...Part of being a Huntress would be facing your fears," she admitted. "Though…"
"...You want to have a dance while we're there?" he asked. Weiss didn't respond volcaly, only giving the smallest of nods. "It's a promise, just don't expect too much without Amane forcing me to move."
"In that case I may have to give you a few lessons myself," Weiss told him before her smirk turned challenging. "And I happen to be a very strict teacher."
"I don't doubt it," the Reaper muttered. "Alright, it's a date then." Though he'd worded it so casually, he half expected that Weiss would have had yet another outburst. He instead received little more than a nod as the two walked on. Not sure how he could take that reaction, he gave a nonchalant shrug and kept his eyes open for a shop that would suit his current decorating needs.
"By the way, that last comment pushed our dining experience to three stars at least," Weiss mentioned casually with a sly grin on her face.
'...God dammit, Snow White.'
Meanwhile -Training Room-
"The moment I walk in, every damn coward knows to take a hike… It'd be a relief if I wasn't starving for some action," the Mad Dog growled to himself in annoyance. Not only had he not received any matches in the mock fights for the past few days, those mock fights he had been given were either over in an instant or stopped by Goodwitch to keep it from getting out of hand… sometimes both. "Tch, this is getting too damn annoying…"
Crossing his arms and legs, he sat bitterly on the floor and continued to growl in solace. He didn't have anywhere he wanted to go and damn him if he was going to spend today working on the damn assignment that was setting everyone else in a tailspin. He already knew what he had to do if a Grimm showed up; punch it until it went down and (hopefully) get serious if it didn't die after the first strike.
"Oh wow! So it was just you in here this whole time?" Azrael heard a female voice say as they walked into the training room. The owner of said voice was Nora something (like he had made the effort to remember every student's name) and she had approached with her war hammer out like she was getting ready for a fight. "I was sort of expecting some sort of wild dog or something from the hallway… so am I right? I mean you are kind of a beast and people do keep calling you mad dog and-"
"I get it," Azrael interrupted to shut her up, not having as much patience as her partner Lie Ren.
"So… what's got you in such a bad mood then? I mean I think I saw half a classroom walk out of here terrified," Nora noted.
"Like I'm to blame for that, some of the students here are just too damn spineless when it comes to a real challenge. They'll try and act tough and ready for anything, but the moment I bare my fangs they're sulking away with their tails between their legs… more literally if they're a Fanus."
"I'm not sulking am I?" Nora asked, an eager smile on her face, making a clear implication.
"Tch? You?" Azrael asked before chuckling darkly. "You'd barely make an appetizer."
"What, you don't think I can go toe-to-toe with you?" she asked, her eager expression only seeming to grow.
"No, I don't. In fact I doubt you could last two-"
SMASH!
(Cue Blazblue: Chronophantasma The Tyrant)
Nora had brought her hammer down on the exact spot where Azrael had been sitting, only to hit solid floor instead of smashing the Mad Dog. Though it had left a small crater in the moves wake. Azrael had seemingly disappeared from sight in that short instant, but Nora only continued to smile as she turned behind her to where he was standing and waiting.
"Someone can't take a hint," he said, though such word were betrayed by his wicked and toothy grin. "You better not regret this!"
"Not a chance!" Nora shouted as she fired a shot from her weapon that sent her barreling forward. Flipping forward once, she swung a second time at the Mad Dog with even greater power. Instead of dodging, this time Azrael elected to simply guard the attack with his forearm before shoving her back.
"Gustav!" Azrael shouted as he lunged and unleashed a deadly hook punch, barely missing as Nora managed to backstep the harsh blow. "Tiger!" A deadly jap forward with Nora managed to counter against with her hammer. "Leopard!" A skyward kick that knocked the weapon up and sent Nora off balance. "Cobra!" The finishing clothesline attack struck Nora dead on and sent her flying back. She'd barely managed to landed on her feet after rolling on the ground a few times, only to see Azrael charging up a massive attack.
"Black Hawk… STINGER!" Azrael's haymaker rush forward was as devastating as it was instantaneous and would have done some serious damage to Nora had she not blasted herself into the air with a last second rocket jump. Even though she'd avoided it, the sheer force from the shock wave was enough to brutally tear apart the wall a good distance away, exposing ripped wires and broken water pipes. Spinning around in midair and boost her swing with another blast, Nora managed to strike Azrael's guard and sent him skidding back on the floor. The blast didn't look like it had done much damage, but the Mad Dog was certainly growing more excited with each passing exchange. Once again both of them rush forward for a full head on match up.
Azrael went for a full shoulder check while Nora stuck him with an overhead hammer blow. Azrael then shift his weight to to bring his left leg down in a devastating stomp but Nora managed to deflect the attack with her hammer heaven end before twisting it back around to block against Azrael's jab. The two then exchanged further blows with a full leg swing from the Mad Dog and a full swing of Nora's hammer. Nora then backstepped to avoid a pinpoint finger jab from Azrael before actually getting a clean hit in by quickly smacking him with the hilt of her weapon. Comboing into it she performed a wide swing with her hammer only to see her opponent hadn't flinched from the blow.
Nora then felt the wind get forced out of her as Azrael's kick hit her dead in the gut and sent her flying back into the previously damaged wall, inflicting further damage in the wall. Azrael saw Nora get shocked by the voltage of the stay wires, only amplified by the water spilt on her by the broken pipes. Nora made her way to her feet, an ugly smile on her face.
"Did you forget? I ABSORB lightning!" she told him as she became coated in electricity.
"That was intentional; you're starting to make this fun!" Azrael said wickedly as he planted his fist into an open palm before getting a few cricks out of his neck. "Don't you dare falter now! It's been too long since I've gotten a proper fight!"
Once more Azrael's fist clashed with Nora's hammer head, only this time he felt the sting of electricity crackle against his bare palm. Such pain was little more than a tickle to him and he was much more invested in the increase to Nora's physical power. Setting off her weapon, Nora managed to blast Azrael's fist back and swung into and over head smash. Azrael countered by sending his fist into the air to knocking the attack away before whipping his head forward and sending Nora into the ground with the headbutt.
"Tiger! Leopard! Cobra!" Azrael shouted once more with each strike of his classic combo. Sending Nora skidding back on the ground. Using her weapon she managed to thrust herself into the air before blasting herself forward at Azrael full force.
"GOOOO… DOWN!" she shouted as she brought down the hammer on Azrael… only for the floor to crack in his place. He'd evaded her again, seemingly in an instant when she couldn't follow him. Turning her head behind her she saw Azrael smirking as he readied his final attack.
"FULL SPAR-!"
CRACKLE!
"GAH! WHAT IS THIS!?" Azrael growled as he looked to his fist which had been in motion just a second ago, no fully coated in thick ice which had sprouted from the ground. Knowing there was one obvious source he turned his head to see Jin Kisaragi with his katana planted in the ground… accompanied by Professor Goodwitch.
(End Theme)
"Have you two calmed down yet?" Goodwitch asked the two, making it quite clear that she was not pleased with either of them.
"...Can I get one more swing in at him?" Nora asked, still carrying a still adrenaline from the battle… which was quashed by Goodwitch's glare.
"Thank you mister Kisaragi, I think you can let him go now." Nodding, Jin took his sword out of the ground and let it faced away as the ice holding back Azrael shattered. "Has our poor training hall undergone enough destruction? First it's broken into regularly by Ragna the Bloodedge and now it's been broken by the two of you…" Waving her hand, the broken materials went back into the was and work-out machines to repair the room leaving only some spilt water and some shattered ice on the floor. "The two of you will be on Janitorial duties for the rest of the day… and I hope to see you show more restraint in the future."
"I've already got plenty," Azrael muttered to himself as he headed to get the cleaning supplies and begin his punishment. 'More than anyone here knows anyways…'
"Is it wrong that I still think that was totally worth it?" Nora asked, only to receive glares from both Jin and Goodwitch. "No? ...Guess I'd better get to cleaning then."
"Those two…" Goodwitch sighed when they were both gone. "Not only them… but a few other students from your year in particular seem to lack any tact."
"I've certainly noticed," Jin told her reservedly as he headed over towards the training dummies. "If you'll excuse me… I think I'll this opportunity for some practice myself."
"...If you insist, though I warn you we are starting to run low on manikins at the rate you cut through them and it may take some time to create more," she informed before leaving.
"...In that case I'll limit myself to a single one," Jin said bluntly, though she was no longer in the room. Jin stood reservedly a good fifteen feet away from one target. He didn't have Yukianesa in his hand nor was he in a position to summon or draw it… but in the blink of an eye, the training dummy was reduced to countless needle thin chips, each one carved by a series of masterful strokes. Looking at the pile, Jin's expression remained as stoic as the ice he used.
Later
"Ugh… Did we really have to spend two whole days in the library?" Yang groaned to herself as she, Blake, and her little sister Ruby finally made their way into the school dormitories. "We barely got anything done anyways…"
"We got Blake caught up, so that's something," Ruby said before turning to her teammate with a smile, which was returned. "But.. did you change your ribbon? This one looks a bit different."
"I did, my last was ruined when it got some… thing on it from the kitchen yesterday," Blake said, swearing her heard Noel's sigh coming from somewhere. "Thanks for getting me caught up though."
"No problem, but I swear that Ragna had better…" Yang's sentence was interrupted as the three saw Ragna and their missing member, Weiss heading down the hallway towards them.
"I still can't believe all you got was rug," Weiss sighed as she looked at the single bag Ragna was carrying.
"And I can't believe that food cost so damn much, it wasn't that good," Ragna muttered. "Give me an hour in the kitchen and I'll knock your socks off more than that damn stuff could, you'll see."
"Oh? Is that a challenge or an offer?" Weiss asked him, actually showing a small smirk.
"Heh, whatever suits you Snow White," Ragna said and for once Weiss didn't protest the usage of the name. That's when Ragna say the rest of team RWBY waiting for them. "Yo, how's it-?"
"TRAITOR!" Yang said as she lunged forward. Before Ragna could protest she grabbed him by his collar and began shaking him violently. "Where were you today!? I thought you were going to finally help us on that assignment! Now I find you coming back with your date with Weiss!"
"D-Date?" Ruby asked as she turned to Ragna, who couldn't answer if he wanted to with how hard Yang was shaking him. "Y-Yang! I think you've proved your point!"
"Have I?" she said with a blazing scowl at Ragna as she kept holding onto his collar, staying right up in his face.
"Yeah, yeah I'll help you out soon, jeeze…" he sighed. "I mean, the days not over anyways. We can head to the library and…" Seeing Yang finally drop his collar and avert her gaze he rolled his eyes. "Really? You're yelling for my help but you can't take it now?"
"I was already in the library all day," Yang sighed. "Just… just make time for this week, alright? It's easier for all of us if you're there."
"Fine, as if I didn't have anything else to worry about, like planning an entire damn party," he muttered disdainfully only to get his collar grabbed again by Yang. "Huh?"
"...Did you say party?" Yang asked, making Ragna have an oh shit moment as he came to the realization that he'd said that out loud. There was a reason he had avoided telling the group about his promise to Ozpin last night, and this blonde was that exact reason "You're hosting a party?"
"Yang…" Ragna tried to protest, only to have Ruby grab his arm and look at him with her own fierce gaze. "Eh?"
"Details," she demanded.
"Well… it's a Grimms Day party… first in a while," Ragna said as he got continued pressure. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Blake give an involuntary shiver. He was about to address said movement only to get forcefully dragged off by Yang and Ruby. "HEY!"
"Time's-a-wastin'! We've decorations to buy! Flyer's to make! Food to order! Let's go! Let's go!" Yang told him as she continued to drag Ragna. "Ruby! Find a bakery that does catering! We'll need those supplies!"
"Aye Captain Yang!" she said with a salute before checking her scroll.
"Isn't Ruby supposed to be- THAT'S NOT THE POINT! LET ME GO! I ALREADY WENT INTO TOWN! LET ME GO!"
"PLANNING BEGINS NOW!" Yang and Ruby shouted in unison as they continued to drag off the helpless Reaper.
"You're… not going to stop them?" Blake asked Weiss.
"No, I'm smarter than to get in the middle of that," she responded with a small smirk as she noticed Ragna giving her a pleading look from afar. To add insult to injury, she then smiled brightly as she waved him off.
Author's Note (And Poll)
Well that's one chapter out. Here's hoping I can get another one before the Halloween one. Anyways, not a whole lot to say on this chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it.
Poll:
Okay, so I know that I've done a bit of jumping around and that I've referred to plenty of prior events. I had initially planned to dedicate a chapter or two to some prior events (namely the entrance exam). As time went on though I realize I've had more and more events piling up. Which leads me to the poll on how I should handle this? You can vote to either:
Post these events as Omakes to fill in the gaps.
Create a separate story called 'Grimm Reaper's Supplemental' which will have separate chapters and can allow for longer selection (maybe even a gag reel or two)
The Poll will be up at the time of posting. So submit your vote there and let me know what you think in the reviews.
Anyways, reviews time.
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The Unplanner: Yeah, the backstories are going to be a bit different this time around… not going to say how though.
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Wlyman2009: An interesting idea… I'll have to consider it
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Until Next Time! Ciao!