Eir X Yang: Hey Look, Zwei's In This One!
Eir: I win…again.
Yang: *slams her head on the gaming board* How are you so good. I swear I gave you a bad hand.
Eir: There are no bad hands. Only bad players.
Yang: You know, I oughtta slug you.
?: BARK! BARK! BARK!
*Zwei the corgi comes in and licks Yang's face in an attempt to comfort her*
Eir: Shall I get some hot water, a bottle of disinfectant? Perhaps you'd prefer iodine.
Yang: *plops Zwei beside her* This is my dog. I'm used to getting kissed like that all the time.
Zwei: BARK! BARK! BARK!
Eir: But that is besides the point. Thank you for inviting me. It has been a while since I've played. I was worried that I'd gotten rusty…or maybe I have.
Yang: So…remind me again why you want me to drill Marth in hand-to-hand.
Eir: With Falchion, he's unstoppable. Disarmed, he's as vulnerable as he would be if his aura was at zero. He'll need to learn that his fists can make for weapons, effective ones at that, if he can wield them properly.
Yang: So why me?
Zwei: BARK! BARK! BARK!
Eir: Because you don't pull your punches. Marth is a formidable opponent, and you are a formidable mentor, at least according to Weiss.
Yang: And what's in it for me?
Eir: You might be able to prove me wrong.
Yang: *raises eyebrows* What?
Eir: This is an experiment of mine. An experiment to make up for my negligence with regard to Marth's weaknesses. My leader has yet to fall to his foe, but I'm hoping that whatever failings of his you might spotlight—
Zwei: BARK! BARK! BARK!
Yang: IF I agree to this. Which I haven't yet.
Eir: Might reinvigorate him. A warrior met only by success is more susceptible to failure and apathy. You're the only one in Beacon that, to my knowledge, could theoretically give him a, what's the word…ah! A motivating challenge.
Yang: And what if he doesn't make the cut? 'Cause I've got pretty high standards for what constitutes a brawler you know.
Eir: Well, you've at least had the honor of proving me wrong. A privilege that is, as of this moment, exclusive to Korinna.
Yang: *sigh* You know there's no need to be so formal and hoity-toity. I already have to deal with Weiss. The least you could do is just ask me and I would have said yes in a heartbeat. But just so we're clear. The training stops when I say so.
Eir: I understand. Thank you for your time Miss Xiao Long.
Zwei: BARK! BARK! BARK!
Yang: Just call me Yang. You make me sound serious and responsible. My worst nightmare.
Eir: *stands up*Well then, I must be off. Good day to you! And good luck!
Yang: Hey Eir! Hold up a minute!
Eir: Yes?
Yang: You're welcome to Yang around with me and the girls anytime, kay?
Eir: …*laughs* I would enjoy that very much. Truly.
Zwei: BARK! BARK! BARK!
Zwei cameo! What would a RWBY fanfic be if it didn't include Zwei eh? Stay tuned for future chapters and subsequent Zwei support bombs!