Weiss Reacts to School Plays, Part 2!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to the latest insane chapter of Weiss Reacts! So…..that last one, eh? Must not be many Bumblebee fans reading this, or I mustn't be doing it right. Eh. Let's get on with it regardless! I have a scene- not for this arc- that I've been dying to write for a long time and delaying any longer will make it a longer wait for me to write that very scene! Let's just say, it'll be the scene you've all been waiting for with Jaune. And not in that way.

Anyway, enough spoiling stuff. Let's get started! Also, go vote in the Kamen Rider poll on my profile to determine which series I feature! Currently, Gaim is winning, but you can decide the series until March 23rd!

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RWBY dorm…

"Well, then. Welcome to Confidence 101!" Weiss declared, clapping her hands together once.

"I'm here to help boost your confidence." Pyrrha waved, smiling at Yang. "Think of it as thanks for….what you did for me at the Yuletide Dance."

Weiss and Pyrrha looked between each other, nodding as Yang sat in front of them, a small whiteboard perched in the wall behind the heiress and spearmaiden. The brawler blushed slightly.

"While I appreciate the help, Pyrrha…." Yang started. "I-is it really necessary to have all this ready?"
"You asked me to teach you how to be more confident around Blake, and I'll do it how I please." Weiss reminded her.

Yang sighed. "So that's what being on the receiving end of this feels like."

"…now, enough blathering!" Weiss declared, before tapping the board with her pointer. "Let us begin your education in confidence! Over to you, Pyrrha!"
"M-me? I thought you were doing all the teaching?" The spearmaiden inquired, confused.

"Well, I recruited you because I knew you had to be good at it!" The heiress complained. "You've fought in front of huge crowds loads of times!"
"Yeah, but…t-this is different! I-I can't teach Yang how to be more confident a-about being around Blake! I-I can hardly do it around Jaune! It takes a d-different skill!"

"Oh for the love of-" Weiss groaned in frustration. "I swear, Pyrrha, if you duck out on me now-j-just teach her how you get confident for fights or something!"

The spearmaiden blinked, looking away. "Well, actually…..you have a point. I…fine. Please, Weiss, let me teach this lesson then."

She stepped in front of the board, tapping it with a board marker. Her expression suddenly turned serious.

"Alright. Yang. If you want to be confident around Blake…..firstly, just relax. Don't act like being around her is anything different. You've been on her team, lived with her, seen her at her best and worst...you don't need to treat her as anything special. That means no flirting around Blake to keep up your confidence; well, more than you would flirt usually, anyway.

That's how I try to think of it when I fight. A fight, for me, isn't any different whether it's a Grimm or another person. Similarly, Blake's just….Blake. Treat her like you'd treat being around Weiss, or Ruby, or myself. "

"…..right!" Yang nodded hurriedly, scribbling down the tips.

"And if you're ever in a situation where you don't know how things will go, just relax and try to look like you're in control. Do not look fazed by the unexpected." The spearmaiden continued. "If you seem in control, you will feel in control. Your confidence acts as a self-fulfilling prophecy."
"Okay!" The brawler held up her hand. "Wait, so if Blake enjoys kissing me, what do I-"
"Thirdly, don't be too concerned about what Blake thinks, alright?" Pyrrha cut her off, trying to avoid a question she herself did not have an answer to. "She's seen you at your worst and at your best. There is almost nothing you can do that she won't accept, even if only eventually."

"…..b-but what if I….what if I say I-"
"You aren't actually confessing your love to her directly." Pyrrha pointed out. "You're just saying it as your role as Juliet, regardless of your real feelings for her.

Think of it as an act. You're good at putting them on, are you not? For your antics?"

"Well, I mean…..i-it's hard to act like something's an act if you really are like that…." The brawler confessed, blushing slightly.

'…..this is hard to watch.' Weiss thought, shaking her head. 'To think the thought of Blake reduces Yang of all people to this…..'

"Yang. You have to listen to Pyrrha. She's trying to teach you not to end up like a blubbering idiot like she does around Jaune!"
"I-I'm n-not…..an idiot around Jaune…."

"And you don't deny the blubbering part?!"

"I d-don't blubber around Blake, you know!" Yang cried in protest. Weiss grumbled, resisting the urge to slap both of her friends silly.

"I swear to Dust! Both of you! Get a hold of yourselves! Pyrrha! Stop thinking about that idiot! Yang, get over yourself!"

"I-I wasn't thinking about h-him!"
"B-Blake's not on my m-mind!"

Before Weiss gave into her urge to execute both of her friends, she was interrupted by more insanity in the form of Nora bursting into the room, waving at everyone. She was clad in what appeared to be a giant sloth mascot outfit with a hole for her face in the head, the sloth's snout and eyes poking out over her head, with blue fur and a white underside. She waved at them with a hand tipped with soft cotton claws, grinning.

"Everyone, it's showtiiimeeeee!"

"…..what kind of ridiculous get-up is that?!" Weiss snapped. Pyrrha tilted her head, tapping her chin briefly.

"It's quite clearly a sloth outfit, Weiss."
"I-I'm not blind! And I wasn't being literal!"

"For your information, this is traditional Valkyrie family dress! We have always acted as the Great Sloth in the Sky's great prophets, and to do that, we've always worn classic dress!" The berserker explained. "And now….I finally get to wear it for something that is worth the attention of the Great Sloth himself!"

Weiss looked even more dismayed by the second. "…..please, please tell me that isn't-"
"I am wearing this to the auditions!"
"And all hope I had for this play to have some semblance of sanity is gone." The heiress audibly groaned. "Please, please just get on with this stupid audition so I can forget this day ever happened!"

"Alright!" Yang clapped, thankful for the distraction, before dashing out of the room.

Weiss sighed, looking over at Pyrrha desperately.

"Alright. You and I, we're going to have to be the voices of reason here. Well, you, Ruby and I."

"…..alright." The spearmaiden sighed, swallowing deeply. "…you know, I read the original script for this play. Something just…..didn't sit well with me.

…I honestly don't understand how someone could even…..do that to themselves."

"….do what, kill themselves?"
"…yes." Pyrrha confessed, frowning. "…look, after that, I…..I'm thankful, they didn't choose me as Juliet. I don't know if I could handle that- after what I saw- and I can't see why anyone would even-"

"What, you think Professor Fall would let that happen?" The heiress pointed out. "…if it meant it would get you and Jaune to kiss on stage, she probably would've let you get away without stabbing yourself. She'd probably write some terrible ending like you and Jaune going off and having a thousand babies, anyway."

"W-Weiss, is that mental image even-"

Weiss ignored her. "As it is, I highly doubt she kept that part in. Or much of the original play. Which leaves us to wonder what she is doing."
"….you know…." Pyrrha blinked, swallowing once more. "…..I think that prospect scares me more than the original does."

"You're telling me."

Main Hall….

"Did I have to be here?" Glynda grumbled irritably, adjusting her glasses over her green eyes. Cinder sat next to her with a large tome-like pile of papers labelled 'Play Script' with a black beret perched haphazardly on her hair and a pair of black sunglasses lowered just enough to allow her to look over them. She grinned, looking behind her to see the line of audition participants sitting down, before turning to her companion.

"Of course, dear. We need judges, do we not?"

"I had important work to be doing." Professor Cassandra adjusted her glasses carefully, brushing a string of blonde hair from her eyes. "Miss Fall, I insist, you must let me-"
"Well, Ozpin wouldn't be a dear and help me, and Roman, do you believe the nerve, rushed out on me!" Cinder mock-gasped. "So you two get to help me out!"

"Perfect." Glynda groaned, exhaling heavily. "Well…..I apologise deeply, Miss Cassandra, but-"
"It troubles me not, Miss Goodwitch." The other instructor waved her off. "I simply hope we are not held here too long. I have very important matters to be attending to."

"Sorry we're late!" Nora announced as she burst into the hall, dragging Weiss, Pyrrha and Yang by their arms.

Cinder adjusted her glasses, looking at them over the top. "…ah. Excellent. We can get this started now! Take your seats. Let the first audition begin!"
Pyrrha looked over at Weiss, frowning. "You know, I haven't done any preparation for this."
"Neither have I." The heiress muttered. "Well, at least we'll both be equally doomed. Not that Professor Fall will really care."

"Heeeey! Guys!" Ruby patted the end of a row of four empty seats, with Jaune sitting at the other end. "Weiss! Weiss! Sit here!"

"Let's begin the auditions!" Cinder declared. "First contestant! Miss Adel! Come up!"
"Oh my~" Espresso grinned as she stood up, adjusting her sunglasses, smirking at her team. "Guess it's my showtime now, huh? Wish me luck~"
"…I would have more confidence if she wasn't wearing a belly dancer's outfit." Yatsuhashi muttered to himself. "For Dust's sake, Coco, have some shame."
"Shame's for boring people, dear~"

…

"…Well, that was an absolute disaster." Cinder sighed as Yatsuhashi had his arm around a sobbing Latte as he took his teammate off the stage. "Who'd thought her personality would change halfway through the audition? Next up! Miss Vivi!"

The plushie skipped on stage, clutching a sheet of paper taller than herself before propping it up on a small stand in front of her. Scanning the paper briefly with her sown eyes, Vivi dusted her stubs together, before clearing her throat.

Pirouetting across to the side of the stage, she began talking in the most dramatic tone of voice she could muster.

"Piii pipipipi…." Vivi strutted forwards, seemingly clenching at the air as if a dagger was before her. "Pipiiii pipipi? Pi, pipipi piiiipipipi.

Pipipi pi pii, pi pii pipipi pi.

…..

"…..Piiii pi pi, Piiipipi; pipi pi pi pi, pi pipipi, piiii…." She pulled out a miniature plastic dagger. "Pi pi pii."

Glynda scratched her head. "….that was…..what was she saying?"

Cassandra shook her head. "I have no idea."

Cinder wiped a tear from her eye. "…..that was….that was a beautifully executed excerpt of Macbeth. I'm so proud! Glynda, hold me, I think I'm going to-"
"She's not even a student!" The professor snapped. "…although I'll admit, on further thought, that was well-executed."

"Piii?" Vivi stared at them in shock. "Piiiii pipipii?!" She placed a stubby arm on her chest in surprise.

"….I do not know what happened, but…..I suppose I must give it a pass." Cassandra admitted. Cinder smiled.

"Excellent. We'll get back to you on what part you got."

"Piiiii!" Vivi cheered happily, skipping off stage and trudging up the path back up Velvet, leaping into her lap and wrapping her arms around her belly. "Piiiiiii!"

"I'm so proud of you!" Velvet cooed softly to her. Cinder clapped her hands.

"Alright! Next!"

"Next!" Cinder clapped as Ruby got off the stage, smiling to Weiss as she skipped back to sitting next to her. "Miss Valkyrie!"

Nora stood on stage, breathing heavily as she read her script, before placing it aside, brushing aside the sloth nose that had sagged in front of her face.

"Please, O Mighty Sloth….make this the most awesome audition ever!" The berserker pleaded, before placing the script aside and picking up a tiny sloth head, grasping it in her costume's fake Velcro'd claws.

"…..man, I wonder what she's going to try to do?" Jaune tilted his head, scratching it. "…she can't be trying to do something serious, right?"

Weiss closed her eyes. "…..I doubt it. Not that she'll pull it off too well."
"Still, I wish her luck." The knight nodded in agreement.

Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply before looking back to the audience.

"Alas….." She intoned suddenly in a deep voice, completely serious and unfitting of her usual jovial tone. She sighed heavily, sounding as bereaved as she possibly could. "Poor Yorick." She held out the sloth head in her hand, contemplating it deeply as she crouched down onto her knees, remaining silent for a while. "I knew him, Horatio.

A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy….." Nora held back a choked sob, as if truly taking herself into the role. "…he hath borne me on his back a thousand times…and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rims at it!" She growled out the last line, heaving heavily before she returned to depressed brooding.

The berserker's hand clenched around the sloth head. "Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment….!" She intoned the last one loudly, sounding genuinely pained. "….that were wont to set the table on a roar…."

…..

"Whoa." Ruby stared at the stage as Nora clambered off after taking a bow, skipping back over to them. "…she was seriously good."
"Eh." Weiss shrugged. "I've seen better. Still. Good effort."

Cinder sniffled once more. ".Just…..beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."
"It was a decent effort." Glynda noted. "Still, we can only expect so much if we don't give them enough preparation time. Which begs the question of where they got the scripts from."
"My opinion remains the same." Cassandra adjusted her glasses. "I am not entirely sure what I just witnessed, but if you two are going to give it a pass, then so will I."

The pyromancer clapped. "…..alright. Next, and we'll wrap up for the day! Miss Nikos, get up here!"
"Alright." The spearmaiden breathed in deeply, looking to her friends on the right and Jaune to the left. "Wish me luck, everyone. I haven't had too much time to prepare-"
"You'll do well. I know you will" Jaune smiled at her, giving her a thumbs up. "Break a leg."
"….well, don't literally break a leg." Yang chimed in. "We wouldn't…well, yeah."
Pyrrha sighed. "Alright. Let's go. I'll see what I can recall to bring into this."

'A tragedy wouldn't do….' The spearmaiden sighed, shaking her head as she walked down. '…maybe…..a comedy, perhaps? Yes…..a comedy. Tragedy would not work, and I have a feeling Professor Fall would appreciate one….'

She stepped onto stage, trying to gather her knowledge to produce something for her audition.

As she started, however, Pyrrha noted something unusual; Cassandra, who had watched the other auditions with rapt attention despite her distaste for the whole proceedings, seemingly refused to look up at her. It wasn't just casually staring elsewhere; it was as if she was trying to avert Pyrrha's gaze.

She was likely looking at something else important, so it was probably nothing.

'…it's probably nothing' She repeated to herself. 'Let's get this over with.'

…..

"….hey, you did a good job!" Jaune congratulated Pyrrha as she walked back up, shaking slightly. "Nicely done."
"I still think I could've done better…." The spearmaiden confessed. "I should've prepared better for that."
"You did better than me, that's for sure…." Weiss admitted, grumbling irritably. "Can't believe she started these things so early….."
"….alright!" Cinder called upwards to the others. "Auditions are over! You'll find out your roles tomorrow!"

Weiss sighed loudly. "I have the feeling those auditions were irrelevant and she'll just place us in whatever role she pleases."
Pyrrha shuddered. "You know, I question why she didn't just adapt another play, one that was a comedy instead…."

"What would be the fun in trying to ruin something that's already hilarious?" Yang pointed out. "Well, anyway…..I'll just go-"
"Ohohohoohohoh no!" The heiress snapped. "No! Pyrrha, you stay with her and teach her how to be confident! You think I forgot we were giving you confidence lessons"

Pyrrha stared at her. "M-me? What about-"
"And Jaune, don't bother going, you'll make her flustered!"

"What?! I didn't even say anything!" The knight cried. "Wait, confidence lessons?!"

Weiss grumbled. "As for me, I'm going to go do something I should've done a long time ago. I'll see you all in a minute.

And if I find out from Pyrrha you ran from lessons, I am going to make you sit through them in your sleep."

"Alright, alright!" The brawler sighed. "I just…..do I really-"
"You asked for the lessons and I'm asking Pyrrha to do them for me. Now be quiet and get learning!"

The heiress stomped off, fuming.

'Alright. Alright. Now, let's get to doing what I need to do.'

...

Blake's hangar….

"…..hm. Professor Fall wants that….." Blake tapped a sheet of schematics with a pencil, biting her lip. "You think that's a good place to put that, Norn?"
"I estimate that we will need more metal plates to match the requirements." The maid mentioned. "Although how we are to match the controls so that a novice may easily pilot it…."

"Belladonna!" Weiss burst into the room, glaring down at her teammate. The catgirl looked up, blinking.

"Huh? Weiss? What're you doing here? I thought you were up at auditions?"
"They're done. Blake, we need to talk. Now."

"About?"

"You and I need to start talking about relationships, Blake. Emergency meeting! Now!"

To be continued…..

A/N: Hoo boy. I'm thinking that this is going a bit slowly. I'm trying to get the boring stuff out of the way before we get to the fun stuff. I do apologise for it, but it happens.

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