Weiss Reacts to Newspapers, Part 3!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to Weiss Reacts! Good Dust, it feels like a while since I last released a chapter! College really is doing a number on me, but I'm managing. Well…let's see how this goes, lads. The board's set, the dice cast and the pileup of all the madness is about to begin! Let the madness begin.

Weiss, you poor, poor girl. Well, let's quit padding the beginning with more filler and get this started, no?

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RWBY Dorm…..

"Alright. As expected, our scheme backfired on us." Ren explained to Nora and Cinder, who'd they'd called over to explain the situation. Yang held up the file they'd found last time.

"Weiss decided to take advantage of our helping her expose those amateurs to expose us instead." The brawler explained. "She's getting a lot sneakier. If she wasn't so against us, she'd probably be a good recruit."

Cinder frowned. "…..well, I can't say I wasn't surprised. I mean, you guys need to take the contingency course we keep giving! I mean, seriously. You've got to refine pranking people. It's an art, not some sort of chaotic hobby you can just pick up.

But, of course, you have a plan to deal with it, right?"
"…..hm." Ren thought carefully. "This might be hard. We'll need to destroy this without Weiss figuring out. Perhaps a fake pair of documents?"
Yang shook her head. "Weiss is way too smart for that. She'll cotton on and figure us out."

"Maybe we could distract her with vanilla sorbet and replace it with useless information!" Nora suggested cheerily.

"Again, she'll know." The brawler responded. "She's way too savvy to our tactics to not know."

"…..dammit." The gunslinger looked up to Cinder. "We may have a Code Fujioka."

Code Fujioka was the code the Antic Order designated for a mark or target who was overly savvy, to the point that the usual tactics that the Order employed to prank them would fail due to them noting it. The Order employed various codes to designate certain types of targets for their pranks; a Code Akemi designated a mark with a particular obsession over another person to the extent of overprotectiveness, a Code Gasai designated a target who was insanely obsessed with someone to the extent of murder, and a Code Honda was designated after a prank had gone tremendously wrong on the namesake who currently worked at the school, a mark who, through sheer naivety or luck, prevented the usual tactics from working on them and the opposite of a Code Fujioka.

"….a Code Fujioka. Wonderful." Cinder sighed. "Well, Reflet would have a field day if she found out about that, she specialises in those kinds of marks. In the absence of Reflet, however…..hm."

Yang raised her finger. "Hang on a sec, I think I might know how to do it.

The trick might not be to take the information away before she can use it, but stopping it from getting out once she tries to get it out. You catch my drift?"

Ren nodded slowly. "Ohohohoho…..yes. I think I know exactly what you mean."
Cinder smiled, wiping a tear from her eye. "You guys have learned so well. I'm proud for having been your sensei~

Now, if you excuse me, speaking of Reflet, I actually have a meeting with her right now, so I'm out."

With that, the pyromancer stood up and strolled briskly out of the room, leaving the Antic Order to their own devices.

Yang turned to the remaining Antic Order members in the room, smirking.

"So, this is the plan, guys. Listen closely, I know exactly what we're going to be doing.

We'll need a bucket of oil, some vanilla sorbet, and we'll need to call in Velvet for this."

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the academy…..

"Those idiots! Don't they know what they've done?!"
"They're trying to make Winter-senpai look bad!"

Elsewhere within the school, in an abandoned classroom, met the Winter Schnee Appreciation Club. As one might expect, it was a club wholly devoted to the appreciation of one Winter Schnee. Their current rivals included the small, but equally devoted Yang Xiao Long Appreciation Society, the vast Jaune Arc Appreciation League, and the weak, but strengthening Pyrrha Nikos Appreciation Union. Not to mention all the smaller appreciation lodges, fraternities and sororities to do with the likes of Ruby, Weiss and, of all people, Cardin.

As one might expect of the Winter Schnee Appreciation Club, the entire classroom was plastered with Winter memorabilia; streamers with her name down the walls, a shrine with dolls, pictures and flowers placed around it for her, complete with candles, and several Winter body pillows, the source of which people refused to divulge.

At the front, the boy with the deer antlers held up a copy of the Schnee Herald, pointing at the editor section. He proudly sported a Winter badge on his lapel; it looked well-worn, judging from the scuffs and scratches on it.

"You see this? They caught them looking through her dorm!" He roared. "You know what that means?!"

Someone spoke up from the audience. "…..no?"
"This means they thought she has secrets! You know how people are! They'll think the wrong things!"

Murmured assent spread through the crowd.

"They plastered this all over Beacon! They'll ruin her reputation, and then nobody will be able to appreciate her like we do! It's just not right!" The boy declared. "We're going to have to show these people that we're not going to put up with them embarrassing our Winter all over the school!" The boy declared. "Now, I know for a fact that they must be based in RWBY's dorm.

So, we've come together to decide the punishment for her sister for sending her goons from the Antic Order to interfere with our affairs and shame our Winter-senpai!"
"We should storm their dorm!"
"Sabotage the newspaper!"

"Protect Winter-senpai!"

"I say we put it to a vote!" One more moderate voice cried. "Who wants to invade their dorm and take their newspaper from them, and who wants to sabotage their paper?"
"Agreed." The deer Faunus nodded. "So, show of hands, who wants to go for the sabotage?"
Nobody raised their hands. He nodded, smirking.

"Who wants to storm RWBY dorm?"

Everyone raised their hands. No sign of dissent was to be seen in the room.

"…to arms, fellow appreciators of Winter-senpai! For tonight, we shall avenge her pride!"

Meanwhile, in CRDL dorm….

"That dumb Schnee. Of course, that damn snitch!" Dove cursed, punching the wall irritably. He looked to his erstwhile journalist companions, the same pair of thug-like jocks who had accompanied him into Winter's room. "She cut me off! Can you believe that?"
"Uh….boss." The thug to the left, a boy with navy-blue hair, raised his hand sheepishly. "…..are we still going to get paid?
"No, you stupid moron! That Schnee just cost me all the money I was making off selling those!" Dove snapped. "Damn it! Tch.

You want to get paid, follow me, right now." Dove got up and grabbed his bronze sword off the wall, growling.

"Huh?" The other thug, a boy with slightly askew sunglasses and an earring, tilted his head. "Where are we going, boss?"
"Where the hell do you think we're going? We're going to hunt down Schnee! Teach her a lesson about ruining my business!

Dove Bronzewing doesn't stand for getting screwed by some snobby rich girl who can't even work worth a damn! Come on!"

Elsewhere in Beacon….

"…..ah. The taste of victory is rare, but it is nice when I have it." Weiss mused, sipping a cup of hot chocolate with Ruby in the cafeteria to celebrate her victory and revenge over Dove. "Isn't it nice, Ruby?"
"I still can't believe he was sneaking around people's dorms like that." Ruby muttered. "That's just creepy."
"Tch. He got what he deserved, at any rate." The heiress remarked, grumbling. "Spreading uncouth rumours about the both of us...the nerve."

Ruby shrugged. "Well, what can you do? People are just like that. The mean people, anyway.

The nice people are awesome and huggable and awesome!"
"It doesn't matter now. He got his comeuppance." Weiss remarked, chuckling with a hint of sadism. "Did I mention it feels good to be the winner for once? It does."

"…Weiss, you're cute when you're a little evil and drunk on victory~" Ruby remarked, giggling. The heiress's cheeks turned red.

"D-don't say such awkward things! I-I don't need you to….do that…."

The reaper's giggles intensified. "You're even cuter when you get all flustered~"

"….you really are the worst." Weiss muttered, shaking her head. "Sometimes, I wonder if Yang rubbed off on you with your tendencies to tease me so much."

"I just want to see you blush. You look beautiful when you do that, you know?" Ruby explained, smiling. "The only time you look better is when you smile."

"Ugh." Weiss shuddered. "…..you sound like some sort of clichéd love interest in a hackneyed romance story.

But you're my stupid, adorably clichéd love interest." She planted a quick kiss on her cheek.

Ruby's own cheeks reddened. "Y-you can be so sweet when you want to be, W-Weiss…."
"I learned from the best sister in the world." The heiress simply replied. "I'll go grab some vanilla sorbet, alright? I'll be back in a few minutes."

Ruby nodded at her with a smile, as Weiss got up, heading to the nearest ice cream vending machine, attempting to acquire a vanilla sorbet.

Rather unusually, when she arrived to acquire some, there was already a vanilla sorbet in the dispenser slot. Weiss raised an eyebrow.

"…that's curious." The heiress tilted her head as she crouched to extricate it from the dispenser. "Some dunce probably forgot to take out their sorbet. What kind of-"

As her hands grasped around it, however, the sorbet was suddenly wrenched from its position in the slot and flew towards the corridor, dragging Weiss with it.

"Wah!" The heiress cried, soaring across the corridor with the sorbet in hand. "What kind of stupid antic is this?! Enough!"

Drawing Myrtenaster from its hilt with her free hand, she generated a glyph underneath her, stopping her movement dead and severing the string from the sorbet. The heiress immediately pulled herself up, looking around for any sign of Yang or her compatriots, pointing Myrtenaster in front of her.

"Alright, Xiao Long, show yourself!" The heiress snapped, stepping forward slowly and inching around the corner. "That dunce probably found my plans to expose her Order. Tch.

I knew hiding it in my desk wouldn't work. I thought I'd be intelligent by hiding it in the first place she'd look so she'd expect it not to be there and not bother, but I clearly overestimated her intellig-"

She was interrupted by stepping on an oil slick, suddenly slipping over into a net that had fallen behind her.

"What the-"

"Senpaaaaai!"

Velvet's piercing shrill filled her ears as the bunnygirl pulled her up into a nearby vent, smiling at her.

"Hi~!" The bunnygirl waved at her. Vivi mounted her shoulders, waving in sync with Velvet.

Weiss's eyes narrowed in irritation.

"What kind of shenanigans….unhand me now, Velvet!"

"Sorry, Weiss, but I need to bring you somewhere!" Velvet explained. "And then you'll be aaaaaaall mine! Miiiiiine!"

'It feels good to have a speaking role in Elf-sama's fanfic again. Maybe next time I'll actually have more yandere roles! They're really fun to play! The fans really should remember me more.' Velvet mused a little sadly.

"…..what are you even-oof!" Weiss barely had time to finish her sentence before the bunnygirl shoved a burlap sack over her head.

The next thing Weiss saw apart from the inside of a burlap sack she was far too intimately familiar with was the inside of her dorm. She already knew her hands were tied to the back of the chair she was sitting on, so she didn't bother struggling too much.

She instead focused her efforts on glaring at the mischievously smirking Yang right in front of her.

"So. I guess you found out about my plans to expose your Antic Order for the stupidity that it is." The heiress muttered. Yang sighed, shaking her head.

"Weiss, I can't believe you'd do us like that! We helped you catch Dove!"
"Because you wanted him out of the way." Weiss scoffed, taking Yang aback.

"H-how did you-"
"I figured you'd want some slime like him out of the way so your antics could take over." The heiress explained. "So when I started a newspaper, you took the opportunity to take him out using my venture.

A shrewd tactic, Xiao Long. I'm surprised! Your usual tactics involve stupid perverted teasing of people, but this time, you actually put some thought into it."
"Heh." Yang chuckled. "We're pretty good when we put thought into things."

Ren approached her, his arms crossed. "Well, you're in, as they say, an untenable position, Weiss.

You can hand over all the material on us you have and we'll let you go free. Or, we can take this stuff and we can leave you pasted in custard pie, take pictures, and send them around the student body."
"Par for the course." Weiss remarked, rolling her eyes. "Be more imaginative, will you?"

Yang scoffed. "You're the one who hid the folder for us in plain sight."

"…and you think I didn't do that on purpose?" The heiress shot back.

This time, both Yang and Ren froze.

"Oh, I knew, the whole time, you guys were using me." Weiss mused, a small, smug smirk growing on her face. "I had no illusions about that. I gathered as much evidence as I could on you and compiled it, yes. But if you think I would then leave it until tomorrow to expose you, knowing full well you'd probably find me out before then, you're dead wrong.

No, I left it out there so you'd find it, thinking you'd easily stop me because you're the Antic Order. I'm pretty savvy to your tricks now, Xiao Long."

"A Code Fujioka." Ren muttered under his breath, calculating how best to counter Weiss.

"You see, I'd stayed up all night to figure out a failsafe to prevent you from simply shutting me down with whatever nonsense you came up with." Weiss remarked, before smiling. "I currently have my scroll in my hand. I made sure to keep it there when Velvet dragged me up here.

The article is due to be released automatically, to a printer elsewhere in school, in five minutes, unless you untie me, let me go without a single antic, and walk away, in which case I'll disable it."

"Just a reveal?" Yang scoffed. "We have enough PR to counter that. We're not exactly criminals and stalkers who root through panty drawers.

Okay, Velvet is, but everyone likes her anyway, so it's more points in our favour."

"I may also have it hooked up to a pair of explosive charges in your supply cabinets in JNPR dorm, so if I am not released in…oh….five minutes, they'll blow up and cover everything you have in custard. Say what you want about Blake, but her gadgets are easy to use." The heiress continued, smirking.

Ren stared at her, realising just how badly he'd been outplayed. "No….worse than a Fujioka. We have a potential Code Tarquin on our hands."

Only one other Code Tarquin had ever been identified in the whole history of the Antic Order. They were currently employed in the Antic Order to catch other Code Tarquins out to allow the Order to prank them easier.

Weiss sighed breathily. "So, I'll say that again. Will you let me go? Or will you risk losing your antic supplies and your reputation?"

The gunslinger looked away. "Dammit, we've been out-antic'd. She has us. We can't afford to lose these antic supplies."

Yang stepped back, staring at the heiress with a mixture of awe and horror.

"…..you're some sort of magnificent genius now, aren't you?"
"Perhaps I learned from the best." The heiress remarked drily. "Let me go and promise that you will never prank me again and I'll gladly withhold the article and keep your precious antic gear safe.

Keep me here, it blows up, the article gets released and it's a win situation for me. Even if your reputation's salvaged, you won't be pranking anyone for weeks.

That doesn't sound nice, does it?"

"….let her go." Ren conceded, shaking his head. "I should've seen this coming. And you were such an easy mark."
Yang frowned. "B-but-!"
"Do it. We can't risk her beating us that easily."

"…..dammit, Weiss!" The brawler complained, before heading over to untie her, pulling her up from her chair.

"…good game." The gunslinger conceded, bowing to her. "You've outmanoeuvred an Antic Master. You should be proud."
"You're not off the hook yet." Weiss smirked. "Now, before I-"

Of course, they were interrupted by Ruby bursting into the dorm and glomping Weiss, sending her to the floor. The door swung shut behind her.

"Oof! Dunce!"

"I'm sorry, Weiss!" The reaper cried concernedly. "I was so worried about you! I thought you'd gotten kidnapped!"
"I did get kidnapped!" Weiss retorted irritably.
"It was by Yang, it's fine! It's not like she'd do anything worse than embarrass you!"

"Oh, thanks, Ruby, that's so reassuring!"

Yang raised her eyebrow puzzlingly. "Now, that's a rare turn of events."

Suddenly, however, the door was shaken by a fierce, strong blow, drawing everyone's attention. Weiss looked up. "…that's not yours, is it?"
Yang shook her head slowly. "…..no, Nora's on her off day today."

Ren pulled out his scroll, sifting through his series of feeds from button cameras around Beacon. After going through Jaune's shower, Weiss' bunk, Ozpin's office and Cinder's office, he finally managed to find the feed linking to the front of RWBY dorm.

"…..you're kidding." The gunslinger grumbled, showing the screen to the others in the dorm.

A sea of Winter fanboys and fangirls was attempting to bust down the dorm door with what appeared to be a pair of planks strapped to a Winter dakimakura, the origins of which Weiss refused to contemplate, repurposed as a battering ram.

Outside RWBY dorm…

"Break down the door!" The crowd cried, the strongest of the Winter admirers smashing their makeshift battering ram into the door and the others crowding around them, raising posters of Winter on posts over their heads. "Break it down! Senpai will be avenged! Her humiliation at your newspaper's hands will be repaid! The Antic Order will fall for collaborating with her!"

"When I wanted to be swarmed by admirers, I didn't mean it literally, and I wanted them to be my admirers, dammit!" Yang complained. "Mine!"

Weiss looked over at Ren. "Well, that's just perfect. My sister's stalkers are trying to murder me over your scheme. What's your great and wise plan now, Xiao Long?"

"…..you're going to have to work with me here." The brawler explained. "No way we're getting all those stalkers out of our hair without some sort of distraction, though-"

"Out of the way!"

Suddenly, Dove appeared in frame on the feed, with he and his goons shoving people aside and attempting to get at the door.

"Out of the way, you bunch of sick no-lifers!" Dove roared. "I'm trying to get something done here!"
"Get out of our turf, this is our fight, you stupid pervert sneaking into Winter's dorm! A deer Faunus in the crowd cried, as the crowd shoved back against Dove and his goons. He in turn let out a loud yell and attempted to push back.

"…..well, fancy that." Yang mused. "We have our distraction".

Ruby looked up. "So, what's the plan?"

"I was thinking we could leave Weiss to them." The brawler remarked, smirking. The heiress glared at her indignantly.

"Excuse you? This was your fault!"
"It's your newspaper!"
"It was your idea to sneak in! And they want your head as much as mine." Weiss reminded her. "….dammit. We need to work together.

If nothing else, I want to get these creeps away from my sister, and you want to get out of here without being mobbed by Dove or a bunch of crazy stalkers."

"…fine, I'll bail you out this one time." The brawler offered, sighing. "But you owe me one favour."
"…..and you owe me one too." Weiss shot back. "This is on your head too."

"Deal." Yang extended her hand to shake. "Shake on it."

The heiress regarded her hand suspiciously before slowly clasping it and shaking it herself. "…so. What's the plan?"

"Ren, we still have some netting and a mirror in this room, do you mind getting that?" Yang requested. "Ruby, you call Winter, right now and tell her exactly what I'll tell you next.

The reaper nodded quickly and grabbed the dorm's phone.

Weiss, when we get that netting…..you're pretty small, right?"

Weiss nodded slowly, following Yang's gaze. "Yes, why-"

Her gaze led her to the vent in the ceiling. The heiress glared at her.

"…..you're kidding,"

Yang shrugged, keeping her eyes on the ceiling. "Desperate crimes call for desperate measures.

Now, everyone, this is exactly what our plan will consist of."

"Wait, wait. No." Weiss held up her finger. "I'm helping you plan this. Your plans always go wrong."
"No they don't! I got you and Ruby together, didn't I?"
"Actually…..that was all me." Ruby pointed out, blushing slightly. "I did kiss her first without you telling me to, sis."
Weiss gave her a firm, smug smirk. "My point is proven. Now, let's do this.

Assuming it all goes off without a hitch, this is our plan….."

Minutes later, outside RWBY dorm…..

"The door's too tough!" One of the people attempting to ram the door down cried to their leader as the rest attempted to hold off Dove. The deer Faunus ringleader growled.

"Dammit! We need a bigger ram!" He yelled, before grabbing a nearby potted plant and hurling it at Dove to keep the boy off of him.

"Buncha' animals and stalkers, you all are! Outta my way!" Dove roared, attempting to shove the crowd aside, his strength barely being enough to hold against the crush of a million stalkers.

"We can't hold out against Dove AND ram the door down!"

"I know, I know! I-"

"…what is going on here?"

Suddenly, the roar of the crowd became silent in an instant, as Winter's soft voice was heard. Unable to pick up the source in the chattering a few seconds ago, they turned their heads to wherever and found her to the right, tilting her head.

"…Quickly! We must all bow to the glorious goddess herself!"

The entirety of the Winter Schnee Appreciation Club abandoned their venture and went to mob their idol, who was standing at the end of the corridor, leaving a very disgusted Dove in their wake- his thugs were unconscious to the side, having been smacked around in the confusion.

What they did not realise until moments later, in their desperation and obsession with the older Schnee sister, was that in front of them was a very well-placed mirror, lowered from the vents by methods only known to the Antic Order.

Winter was standing on the opposite end of the corridor.

Which they did not realise until they collided with the glass in collective confusion. Backing away, they also didn't notice the oil slick that had appeared behind them, nor did they notice the nets falling from the vents to catch them and hoick them up to the ceiling.

….

Weiss grunted as she and Ren attempted to pull the combined weight of several dozen students up with nets onto the ceiling from their hiding places in vents.

"Good Dust. Is it really this hard to carry people?!" The heiress complained, grunting as she attempted to keep hold of the net. "I don't see how you people manage it all the time."
"With a pulley and proper equipment, preferably." Ren remarked drily. "Of course, with these guys literally trying to break our door down, we didn't exactly have the benefit of setting that up."

"I'm hoping Yang remembers her side of the deal." Weiss muttered. "I didn't give up my only counter to you for nothing."

"We have honor, at least." The gunslinger reminded her. "We're not complete amateurs."
"Forgive me if that doesn't immediately fill me with confidence."

…..

Dove looked around, only seeing the mirror- now covered in smudges and slightly askew, clearly revealing it to be a mirror- and Winter scratching her head, a confused expression on her face as if not understanding what just happened.

"…feh. I'm still gonna get that stupid Schnee girl." Dove muttered.

Of course, he had the absolute brainwave of having said that in front of her very overprotective sister. The same very overprotective sister who could easily hand him his backside on a silver platter, or so the expression goes.

Fortunately for Winter and unfortunately for Dove, no such handing was required.

Dove opened the door, finding it unlocked, and-

"Surprise!" Yang cried, before firing a cosplay cannon in his face.

When Dove came to seconds later, he found that he was pinned to the wall by some kind of custard-covered sticky adhesive web, clad in what appeared to be a very unfitting neon-pink fairy outfit, complete with wand and tutu.

"What the….." He looked down, attempting to struggle out of his trap to no avail. Yang immediately whipped out her scroll and gleefully took pictures.

"Ohohohoho, this is so going on Dustbook."

Weiss clambered down from the vents nearby, surveying their handiwork. Ruby and Ren followed suit, coming outside onto the corridor.

"…well." Ruby started, looking at the squirming mass of Winter admirers tied to the ceiling and the unfortunate jock pinned to the wall in a tutu. "…..that was…..a thing."

"Hehehehe. All Weiss' plan here, too. She's a pretty good prankster." Yang remarked, smirking. "Maybe too good."
"I have no intention of joining your pervert Antic Order, you stupid dunce!" Weiss turned to her and snapped. "I did this only because I wanted them to leave me alone! Not because I enjoyed it!

Tch. I'm going to hand in my resignation from the slot of school paper tomorrow. The Schnee Herald closes. I'm not dealing with these shenanigans. They're far too stressful when I have to deal with just you without having them trying to get at my throat, too."
"Awwww." The brawler frowned. "But they're so much fun."

Winter raised her finger. "Excuse me, but…..do you mind me asking….what did I miss?"

Weiss sighed exasperatedly, shaking her head for the umpteenth time.

"That's a….very, very long story."

END

A/N: I really do apologise for the lack of updates last week. College really is doing a number on me, and I've been sitting on this chapter for a week but had had no time to actually finish it and send it off. However, here it is, with my apologies for not getting it done earlier.

Anyway, next time, it'll be all about team JNPR this time! Pyrrha Reacts to Christmas Dances!

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