The group had gotten back. Teams RWBY and JNPR went to their rooms to change into their uniforms. Pyron had put his weapons back in their place under his bed, Ying had hung his weapons back in their places among the myriad of other weapons.
He was just finishing putting his armor back on it's stand. He put the last piece in pace on the left shoulder and looked over to the right. Hidden in the corner was anotherarmor stand. This one, however, the armor was less taken care of. It had rust on parts of it, dust on other, and the green paint was bubbling up and starting to flake off in large swathes, baring pure metal to the outside world. Ying sighed, looked away, and went to change out of his sweaty, dirty clothes he had worn under his armor.
He put on some grey jeans and an orange polo, and Pyron put on a grey t- shirt and olive drab pants.
"Well, that was a fun warm up to get me back in the swing of things. Don't see why we needed all your soldiers though." said Pyron, lacing his brown combat boots as he was talking.
"I was TOLD it was a Grimm nest we were to clear. I always take extra just in case, you know how they can be. But this obviously wasn't Grimm, and I'd like answers..." Ying just trailed off, leaning up against the door frame to their dorm.
"Yeah..." said Pyron, standing up.
"Well, we'll talk about this with Ozpin after lunch. Right now, I'm starving!" said Ying, turning to walk out the door. Pyron followed him, closing the door.
This was supposed to be lunch, right? This wasn't combat class, right? Right?! Had the layout changed that much since he was last here? That's when he saw that it was teams RWBY and JNPR food fighting. Quite literally. So no, the cafeteria had not been replaced with the fighting arena, it had just become a temporary one for now. Ying just sighed and put his head in his hands.
"Why today?" he groaned.
"What else did you expect when working with people we're related to. Peace? You should know better by now." Replied Pyron as he dodged an orange sent flying at mach speed his way.
Ying looked at Pyron out of the corner of his eye he allowed past his hands "We weren't this bad though. We-"
"-were worse." Interrupted Pyron. Ying just nodded.
This was as a pie decided to find Ying and plaster his jeans white. There was a random team throwing food in the two men's direction, hoping to take out a seemingly easy target. Ying and Pyron just decided to run to the door to the kitchen. When they pulled on the handle, it was locked. They knocked frantically, trying to get inside before any more of their clothes became casualties.
They had been knocking for around 10 seconds before the door opened an inch or two, revealing the eye of one of the cooks. It looked them up and down for a few seconds, assessing the risks. The door suddenly opened just enough for them to slip in, the cook gesturing that Ying and Pyron were taking longer than was deemed strictly necessary. They quickly shuffled inside as the door slammed shut behind them, the cook locking it again.
"Thanks. We at least need something to eat before going out into that chaos." said Ying, nodding to the cook who let them in.
"Well, I remember you guys from when you went here, and you were always respectful to me and my staff. So I figured I'd help out a little. Here's some food." the cook said he handed them each a sandwich and bottle of water. They quickly downed both, hardly breathing.
Ying was looking around at how many conveniences had been added since he had gone there. Racks of chips, mints, Mentos, and other snacks.
"Got anything besides water?" asked Pyron
"We've got regular and diet Coke and other sodas." the cook replied. Pyron said something, but Ying didn't here. His mind was whirring a million miles and hour.
"How many bottles of diet Coke do you have?" asked Ying. Both Pyron and the cook gave him odd looks.
"Around two hundred or so, why?" replied the cook.
"How many boxes of Mentos do you have?" asked Ying, getting another weird look from the cook, but a look of psychotic amazement and joy from Pyron.
"You're a bloody genius Ying!" yelled Pyron, getting a wince from Ying and the cook.
"Well... ?" ask Ying as he pointedly looked at the cook.
"More than enough." said the cook, going to get the boxes from behind the counter. Ying went to pull out his wallet to pay for the supplies, but the cook stopped him.
"Don't bother. Just show those arrogant young-lings what-fore! Knock them down a few pegs!" he said, shoving the boxes of soda and mentos in their hands. They set to work unpacking, uncapping, and otherwise preparing the bottles.
"So how does this work again?" ask Pyron as he held what looked like a perfectly normal bottle. except for the mentos hanging just above the liquid in a protective paper tube with a folded end. Ying grabbed a prepared one, slightly unscrewed the cap, tightened it and threw it in the trash can as fast as he could. A few seconds later it exploded, showering the inside with a torrent of sticky soda that would give any clothing it me a terrible, sugary death. They both smiled as they slipped the last of the bottles into their belts. Twenty each. It was quite the load, but it would all be worth it.
They stepped out the doors to see the war still raging. Some people were gone, some new faces had appeared. None of them were any form of staff or anyone remotely responsible. Ying and Pyron could've filled that void, but fuck it, right? They wanted to have a little fun at others expense, and they were going to dammit!
So they found their first targets, Russle and Dove from team CRDL. They were crouching behind an overturned table trowing pies. As was the other half of their team on the other side of the cafeteria. The both looked at each other and nodded, Pyron took far, Ying took near. Ying crouched down behind a nearby table, getting a good bearing for his throw. He armed the "grenade", took half a second to aim, and threw. It landed right in between the two boys. They heard it smack the floor and looked at it for a second before their eyes widened ij realization.
"Oh shi-" one of them yelled out as the bottle exploded, showering them in syrupy liquid. They both looked at their newly drenched clothing, and immediately got up, ut their hands up in surrender and rand out of the cafeteria. Much the same had happened to the other half of team CRDL.
Ying and Pyron regrouped at the table Pyron was behind. It gave them a better view of the battle field. And their potential targets. Most would be just as easy as CRDL. Except for RWBY and JNPR. They were having their own little war.
"I'll go for RWBY, you want JNPR?" said Ying, already holding another silver labeled bottle.
"You know I do." said Pyron, smiling maniacally, getting his own weapon ready. They sprinted forward, picking their targets quickly. Ying went after Ruby first, being the person closest to him. She had just put Weiss down, which had already made Ying's life easier. She saw him coming and tried to block with her tray. To be hair, she hit him. He just used his arm to deflect, grab, and throw it across the room. She tried to flip over him, but he grabbed her cloak and slammed her into the ground. Her aura took most of the damage, but she was still dazed for a second. he armed and placed the sugary explosive in her hand and ran. Ruby tried to get rid of it in time, but was just a little too slow. It exploded, and she just slumped down beside Weiss in defeat.
Ying was trying to collect himself as he was smacked over the head with a baguette. Followed by another before he could even react. It was enough to have him on the ground. Blake stood over his legs, hands raised ready to deliver the final blow. That's when Ying kicked her legs out from under her. She fell with a yelp. Ying grabbed one of the baguette's from her and stepped back a few paces. She went to get up, but noticed he had dropped something as he had backed away. And that's when his "present" showered her in soda. She glared at him, but held her hands up in surrender.
'This is easier than I though' though Ying as he glanced over at Pyron, who wasn't having as much luck against the better organized team JNPR. He was holding his own, but with out any real weapon, he couldn't do much damage. Ying looked at his hand holding the baguette and at the fact that he had Ren and Jaune lined up almost perfectly as they were having a staredown with Pyron. 'Here goes nothing.' though Ying as he ran forward.
"Pyron!" he yelled, trowing the baguette to Pyron just in time for him to block Pyrrha. Jaune and Ren turned to the voice, only to be tackled by Ying, landing in an heap. Ying quickly armed and dropped a bottle, untangled himself from the mess, and bolted. Ren's hand shot out, grabbing and tripping Ying. He fell, and very quickly realized what was happening. He grabbed Ren's arm, and pulled Ren on top of himself using Ren as a human shield. And it worked. They had eliminated all but three members. And the three left were some of the strongest. 'Fuuuck' though Ying. That's when he saw Pyron parry Pyrrha, and slip a bottle into her upturned sleeve. It detonated, making the odd even. However even you could get with hunter in training versus actual trained hunters.
Yang attacked Ying while he was down, lifting him and sending him flying with a punch to the jaw. He impacted the wall, putting cracks in it. He slid down the wall, hitting the floor. Yang sauntered up to him, ready to give him the final blow.
"Wait." he said weakly. She stopped and looked at him. He just gave her the biggest shit eating grin ever. "Hold these, would you?" he said as he threw three armed bottles at her. They all detonated. One even got tangled in her hair, leaving it a complete mess. She looked utterly angry and destroyed all at the same time. In the end she just settled for grabbing her hair and trying to wring it out.
Ying got up, brushed himself off, and looked around to find Pyron still fighting Nora. They were exchanging blows until Pyron slipped inside her attack arc and dropped a bomb in her defenses, and leapt out, of range of his own weapon, taking the final opponent out. Ying walked over to him and smiled they fist bumped and were just about to celebrate when Glynda opened the doors and stared right at them.
"God"
"Fucking"
"Dammit"
"All"
Alternated Ying and Pyron as her gaze became even colder.
AN: This is about what we're looking at for the rest of the story and any others I will post. I have a lot more ideas that don't rally fit for my plan here, but I'd like to get this one started rolling first. Hope you all liked and see you next week!
