Weiss Reacts to Newspapers, Part 2!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to Weiss Reacts! Good Dust, the SECOND time the Antic Order and Weiss have worked together? Shenanigans, right? We'll see about that. Anyway, enough with this chatter, let's get on with the chapter, no? I'm sure you guys all want to see Weiss working with the Antic Order again, right?

Right? Guys? Guys? Where did you go? Guuuuys? Finally, a shout-out to The Layman, who pointed out a rather glaring error in the last chapter which has been rectified.
DISCLAIMER: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, otherwise Winter would secretly be insanely obsessed with yaoi pairings. (please be canon please be canon)
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"Excellent." Weiss declared, presiding over her newspaper's new staff- or rather, Ruby, Ren and Nora. Yang and Blake were on their way, judging from their messages on her scroll.

"So. We are all in agreement it should be called the Schnee Herald, correct?"

Ren nodded slowly. "It makes most sense. This is your newspaper, and we wish to disassociate ourselves with the Daily Light, after all. The Schnee Herald makes most sense."
"Alright!" The heiress clapped triumphantly. "Excellent. We have an idea of what we're to be calling it. Now, what shall we actually put into the paper?"
"Ooh, maybe we could talk about school events?" Ruby suggested helpfully. "And maybe some stories from other people about extra-curricular stuff?"
"A sloth horoscope!" Nora declared cheerily. "A sloth for every birth month! As a professional Slothist, I-"
"No, Nora." The heiress cut her off, slapping her forehead with her palm. "No sloth horoscopes."

The berserker pouted, looking down. "Awww….but sloths!"

"Since we are attempting to put the Daily Light out of business, it would be helpful if we convinced our buyers why our paper is better." Ren offered up, thinking carefully and looking into the distance to consider his suggestion. Weiss tilted her head curiously.

"…..what are you saying?"
"I am saying that if we're going to put anything in our newspaper, we may as well prove that they're not doing things ethically." The gunslinger calmly suggested. "An exposé of the Daily Light, so to speak, should be our first headline.

After all, we are starting this to prove our newspaper better than theirs to the extent we're replacing theirs with ours. How better to prove it than to show that our opponents are slanderous and unethical with our first article being to prove it wholly?"

Weiss smiled, nodding slowly. "I like the sound of that, Ren. I really do. How are we going to prove it, though?"

"Like any proper journalist does, by investigation!" Yang declared as she walked in, her hands on a cart of some sort. On said cart seemed to be a large machine of some sort, with Blake's ribbon barely being visible behind it.

Weiss narrowed her eyes at her. "And what would you know about being a journalist?"
"I may have taken a class or two." The brawler pointed out, rolling her eyes. "Dust, Weiss, I'm not a complete ditz.

Anyway, me and Blakey here dug out one of her older projects."

"It's a special printer that's designed to print as much papers as a normal press while fitting into a normal bedroom like ours." The catgirl explained. "We should be able to make use of this. I can hook Norn into doing distribution. All we need is actual content to be putting into our paper."

Ruby frowned. "So, uh….we're going to be investigating the Daily Light's practices…but with what?"

Yang hauled the large printer into position, next to their fridge, before leaning by the wall next to it and looking over the table. "Well…..I have it under good authority that Bronzewing and his creeps are heading out to find some dirt on your sister. Someone told them they might have some dirt and they're going out to confirm it and may possibly break into her dorm to do it."
The heiress glared at her, clenching her fist. "What? My sister? Oh, that's it, I'm going to-"
"Ah. That's the catch." Ren held up his finger. "We also have it, on good authority, that this information was set up to fool them by a few of Winter's friends, to keep her reputation safe.

Of course, this is rather convenient for us, as we can catch them in the act and make news."

Weiss looked up, somewhat reluctant. "…..I don't know if this is a good idea. We may be as bad if we attempt to use this attempt at deception to catch our rivals off guard."
"They wouldn't be off guard if they weren't idiots who were trying to sneak into people's dorms to get dirt on them." Ren reminded her. "Trust me, Weiss. It'll be good for our reputation if the first article we write is an exposé on our more unsavoury opponents, no?"

The heiress thought carefully for a few seconds. "….fine. Myself and Yang will go out to handle this investigation, the rest of you brainstorm what to put into the newspaper apart from said article, and we are not going to use a sloth horoscope, Nora!"

Nora whimpered, looking down disappointedly.

Ren breathed out. "…..alright."

"Excellent. We're going to head out now, right?" Weiss inquired, putting on her jacket.

"Of course. Let's go. Yang, I need to talk to you for a second." The gunslinger gestured to Yang to follow him outside. "It's just about the newspaper, don't worry."

"…..alright." The heiress regarded them suspiciously, watching them as they walked outside, Ren first and then Yang.

….

Outside…..

"Dammit." Yang uttered when they were sure Weiss was out of earshot. "We're screwed. Weiss might think we set him up."
"Wait, we didn't set him up?" Ren raised an eyebrow. "I thought that was you."
"No way. Why would I set someone up to go after Winter? I mean, she's totally undeserving of all her admirers and fanclubs and her chest isn't even that big, but come on. I'd feel too much like a jerk using Winter like that." The brawler admitted, sighing. "No, I don't know who it was, so don't ask me."
The gunslinger nodded slowly. "So I might've been right to assume it was Winter's friends?"

"Probably some of her fanboys trying to stop random idiots from gossiping on her." The brawler shrugged. "Who knows? At least it's convenient. I only told you because I heard about it from Melanie."
"I suppose. Well, we may as well make use of this stuff." Ren sighed. "It'll help us take down those guys faster at least.

Thank Dust for weird stalkers."
"Shush, shush, then you'll get Velvet on us and then this'll get more complicated….." Yang warned him. "Alright, so what's the plan?"
"You and Weiss catch him as normal. We don't have control over this anyway, so we might as well go with what we got." The gunslinger explained. "We'll just act like we've got nothing to do with this at all. Then Weiss'll think it's all her own idea."

"Brilliant." Yang giggled. "Alright. Operation Karmic Business Trickery is continuing!"

Minutes later…..

Weiss and Yang crouched against a wall, sneaking up to Winter's dorm.

"If we're trying to catch those perverts in the act, then why are we the ones trying to sneak up to my own sister's dorm?" The heiress inquired, clutching her scroll tightly. Yang rolled her eyes.

"You've not been on enough stakeouts, have you?"
"Well, if we just walk up here and they spot us, then we don't have a story!" The brawler cried. "Dust, Weiss, I thought you'd thought this through."
"T-this was your suggestion!"

"Ren suggested it, technically-"The brawler pointed out with a wagging finger.
"You supported it!" The heiress snapped, before pausing. "Shush, shush, hang on, I think they're nearby."

'I think you're the one who needs to shush….' Yang thought, before pressing herself against the wall with Weiss. The heiress, who was closer to the corner, slowly edged to the corner, peering around in such a way that her head was barely visible but she had a clear line of sight towards them.

Dove Bronzewing and a couple of other thuggish-looking students brushed past, ignoring the heiress and the brawler entirely. Dove smirked, wringing his hands.

"Hehehehe…..this'll be great." The boy declared, smirking maliciously. "I mean, I thought we'd get dirt on the Nikos girl, or something on that prude Schnee."
Weiss' fist tensed.

"But we get the motherlode. The crème de la crème, or so they call it. Winter Schnee, idol of the school, it'll be fun to see you rot…" He continued with a chuckle, completely oblivious to who was watching him. "Heheheheheh…..oh, Winter's going to be paying me tons to keep this under wraps….come on, boys."

They continued on their way to Winter's dorm. Weiss waited for a few seconds, ensuring they were out of earshot, before stepping out behind them.

"…we'd better hurry up." The heiress calmly uttered as Yang stepped out behind her.

"Why?"
"Trust me, Xiao Long, you really don't want to know what I want to do to those fools."
'I might. I'd go mad too if they were going after my sister.' The brawler mused. 'Although what makes them think Winter might care? She's Winter.'

With that, the girls headed up behind the others.

…..

Winter's Dorm….

Slowly, the door to Winter's team's dorm swung open. The initials SNNW were printed on a golden plate nailed to the door, and Dove and his small group snuck in, taking in the dorm's sights.

"Good Dust." Dove whistled. "That lady's loaded. I'll have to ask for more hush money than I was going to, too."

The dorm, owing to Winter being rich beyond all measure, was furnished with some of the best furniture Vale could offer; Vacuan tapestries on the wall, Atlesian carpets on the floor, and the best Mistralian carpentry in the form of the beds and tables, with the centre of the dorm being three couches, with the best white leather upholstery from Mistral, surrounding a coffee table with what appeared to be a statuette of a dolphin mounted on it. A pair of coffee mugs sat abandoned on the table, with only the dregs remaining at the bottom.

"Yeah, boss." One of the thugs with him nodded. "It'll be fun. Now, what did they say again?"
"They said that she keeps her….'stuff' in the left drawer next to her bed to the right." Dove thought carefully, pointing at the nightstand in question. "If we can unlock it, we'll have our story."

"But, uh, how're ya going to open it? I can see it's locked from here-"
"With a lockpick, you idiot." The boy brandished one, chuckling. "Duh, what did you think I was going to open it with, my bare hands?

Now, lads, watch and learn."

Raising the key up, the boy began sneaking over to the drawer, crouching by it to open it. The glint of greed was in his eyes as he slowly inserted the key into the lock-

"Surprise."

Dove started turning around only to be blinded by a camera flash, stumbling backwards as Yang winked at him, standing behind her camera. Weiss stood behind her, a recorder in her hand, clicking it to end the recording. The other two thugs with him fell back on the beds in surprise, staring at her.

"W-when did you get here?!" Dove cried in shock. Yang smirked.

"Oh, you know. I just figured you guys might be a bunch of sneaks and come in here, so I decided to catch you in the act~" The brawler declared, saluting proudly before sprinting off out of the dorm. She grabbed Weiss on the way out, pulling her aside.

"I have the pics, let's go!" Yang declared proudly. "Let's get out of here!"

Weiss nodded, giving the angered Dove a fierce glare before walking off behind her.

Dove blanched the moment the heiress and her friend were gone. "…this ain't good. Ohohohoho….this ain't good."

"Let's get outta here. Maybe if we said we weren't here, we can still salvage this whole thing!"

"Are you kidding me?!" The boy snapped, glaring at the thug who'd suggested that. "No, we're done. We're getting outta here, but this is gonna bite us in the back."

Meanwhile, nearby, in the other room….

"…..dammit." One Faunus boy, with deer antlers, frowned. On his lapel was a 'Winter Schnee Appreciation Club' badge, and a camera was in his hands.

He watched Yang and Weiss flee through the window, and he sighed.

"They got them before we did."
His companion, a girl with blue hair and gold eyes and with another Appreciation Club badge on her own lapel, looked to him curiously.

"You think they're trying to protect Winter-sempai?"
"…She's ours, dammit." The boy declared. "Winter's ours. How dare they interfere?"

"….actually, wasn't that Winter's sister who we-"

"No excuse!"

The next day, JNPR dorm….

The normal morning routine of Jaune Arc normally consisted of a normal washing of the face, a normal cup of coffee, and a normal breakfast with normal food. It in no way consisted of Pyrrha being thrown onto him while he was in bed, Nora shrieking like a madwoman, and maniacal laughter.

Then again, he was in Beacon. He should've learned better by now.

The knight slowly edged himself out from under Pyrrha, who pulled herself off of Jaune.

"Ow….." Jaune groaned, rubbing his stomach. "…..what's going on?"
The spearmaiden frowned, rubbing the back of her head with one hand and offering him a hand with the other. "I'm sorry about that. Are you alright?"
Jaune's eyes widened at her. "You're the one who got your head smacked into my gut! I should be asking if you're fine!"

"I am alright. I was just knocked over by Nora." Pyrrha explained, sighing exasperatedly as she looked over at the berserker, who was prancing about the dorm and clutching a newspaper in her hands.

"We're the kings of the castle! We're the kings of the castle!" Nora sung jubilantly, holding the newspaper like some sort of prize.

Jaune sighed, nodding to Pyrrha. "I'm sorry. I'll deal with her for you."
"It's fine. Just making sure you're okay."

The knight strolled over to Nora, firmly placing his hands on her shoulder to prevent her from prancing any further. "Aaaaaalright, Nora. Why are you the kings of the castle this time?"
"Look! Our newspaper took off!" Nora responded cheerily, shoving the paper in his face. The knight extricated it from his face, looking at it carefully.

The newspaper's title was the Schnee Herald- first edition, from the number on the upper right- and the headline was BRONZEWING LAID BARE, with an image of Dove in a room the caption underneath identified as Winter's dorm.

"Huh….so Dove's running the Daily Light? Didn't know that. I barely read the school newspaper." Jaune remarked. "…and he was sneaking into Winter's dorm to get information on her? And planning to use it to blackmail her?

That's…..pretty low."
"And Yang caught him!" Nora declared proudly, giving them both a thumbs up.

Jaune's eyes narrowed. "Why am I not surprised. Did she set it up?"
"…no?" Nora tilted her head at the comment. "…no, seriously, she didn't."
"I find that hard to believe." Pyrrha replied.

"No, seriously. We actually don't know who did." The berserker shrugged casually. "We thought it was one of Winter's admirers who set Dove up, and all we did was use it!

See? We're not always behind everything!"
"….Winter's admirers. Good grief, Yang would have a fit." Jaune muttered. "…wait, Weiss is printing this, right? Not Winter?"
"One-hundred-percent-Weiss!" Nora nodded cheerily. "You can go up to her if you want!"

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the school….

Weiss smirked smugly, watching the happenings eagerly.

Glynda was glaring intensely at Dove for what he was doing, and the heiress thanked every god she could think of that it wasn't her in front of the instructor right now.

"What were you thinking? Sneaking into another person's dorms for the purpose of blackmail?" Glynda scolded him. "And then planning to use it to slander her into giving you money? We do not encourage extortion here in Beacon!"
"B-but, miss, the Antic Order-"
"The Antic Order have the good sense to keep their antics benevolent and relatively harmless! This was not harmless, nor was it anywhere near benevolent!" Glynda snapped, causing Dove to cower in fear from her harsh tone. "I am shutting down the Daily Light, and you are to report to me for a detention for the rest of the week! Is that understood, Bronzewing?"
"Y-yes-"
"Good!" The instructor snapped again, causing him to stand up stock straight, before scampering off.

Weiss immediately hid her smug smirk as Glynda turned to her, her previously angered expression now replaced with one of calm.

"As with you, Miss Schnee…..I commend you for your journalism and your act of catching this and reporting it to us immediately."
"Yes, miss."
"The Schnee Herald will now act as the school newspaper." Glynda explained. "You may have use of the old office of the Daily Light and any resources we previously allotted to them.

Congratulations, Miss Schnee. I hope you do not make the same mistake as Bronzewing."
"I will not." The heiress promised. "But…..before we go….Professor."
"Yes?"
"About the Antic Order. They…are a nuisance, right? Aren't they just as bad?"
"In my experience, their pranks are either aimed with benevolent intent or without extortion involved. I should know, I grew up in this school myself." The instructor explained. "Sometimes, however, the line can blur between a harmless and benevolent prank and a hurtful action.

The intent is never cruel, most of the time, and most of the members, contrary to your beliefs, tend to be well-natured. However, if it goes too far, be assured I will intervene."

"…..I see." Weiss nodded. "Well….thank you, Professor. Good bye."

Glynda gave her a curt nod as the heiress walked away.

…..

Meanwhile, the RWBY dorm….

Yang smirked, watching the whole conversation from a small button camera planted on Weiss' jacket with Ren.

"Operation Karmic Business Trickery is complete. The Daily Light is out of our hair." The brawler declared proudly. "We don't have those morons stepping on our toes now."

"Indeed." Ren sighed. "I'd rather not get mixed up with people like that. We're tricksters, not scumbags.

I mean, we prank people, but we only prank the people who deserve it, those who need to admit their love, or people it'd be funny to prank and are okay with it."

"I dunno. People might not buy our excuses." Yang sighed. "I mean, it's just harmless fun, but….you know, maybe we should be a bit less prank-y with the third group."
"…perhaps." The gunslinger nodded in agreement. "We might be straying a little from our goal as karmic tricksters and comic relief, but…."

"I mean, the whole thing with Weiss getting my hair messed up- which I'm still mad at you guys about, by the way- got me thinking." The brawler started. "I mean, we're always pranking people, but sometimes it feels like we're being nasty to people for no good reason. Are we?

Maybe…..Ren?"

"….we've been hoist by our own petard, as they say." Ren uttered calmly, pulling out a folder for Yang to see.

"…oh. Oh. Weiss, you sneaky little minx." Yang commented, staring at the folder.

The folder was labelled 'Evidence for Antic Order Exposé'.

To be continued…..

A/N: Well, the end of that chapter was a little deep. Which reflects my thoughts, really. I feel like sometimes, the Antic Order's just a bit too nasty. I mean, they do a lot of nice things (push Weiss with Ruby because they're good for each other being one) but you guys have complained about them being cruel before, and I'm concerned I'm not doing them right; they're meant to be funny guys, but not mean. Please feel free to put your thoughts on this in the reviews.

Also, I'm really sorry about the late update, but I've been busy quite a lot with college work and I've barely had time to work on this. Don't worry, I'm still working on stuff and I've still got it! Hopefully!

So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, suggestions, criticisms, comments, thoughts and reviews, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!