Chapter 4.
I still don't own Summoners War or RWBY.
It was the middle of the night, with the entire school asleep – except for a certain hellhound, laying in RWBY's dorm and absentmindedly chewing a lock of Yang's hair.
'Hmm… moisturizing conditioner… left in for 14 minutes… followed by a shampoo designed to prevent split ends and excessive drying out… HEY! YOU! YEAH, YOU, READING THIS STORY! I CAN FEEL YOU JUDGING ME! STOP IT! EATING HAIR IS A PERFECTLY NORMAL HABIT! It's just… usually your own…'
He'd already sampled Ruby's hair: 'Basic shampoo, no particularly special properties… although her hair isn't dyed… guess that color transition is natural,' and Weiss' hair: 'This girl must have a LOT of money to burn, and still have it coming out the wazoo; I don't recognize this shampoo, and there's only one shampoo I've never tasted. The thing cost almost 1,000 crystals a drop!' but he had yet to taste Blake's hair.
He got up and walked over to the head of Blake's bed, only to find himself staring down the barrel of Gambol Shroud. "Don't. Even. THINK. About it."
Gamir decides that now would be a VERY good time to retreat, and turns around to head back to his bed in the corner.
Yang, of course, chooses that moment to wake up and notice the single strand of golden hair trailing from the corner of Gamir's mouth.
Her eyes change from their usual lilac color to a glowing red, and her hair turns a blinding white. "Why… you…"
Gamir, recognizing that tone, immediately turns and jumps out the window, which still hadn't been repaired after Nora's last caffeine fueled rampage, in which she'd systematically broken every single window in the school.
'To think it's already been a year since I came here…'
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Immediately following the events of last chapter:
Team RWBY flopped into their beds, exhausted after spending more than four times their entire reward for that last mission on the replacement doors and desk in Ozpin's office.
"Well… that was a thing…" Yang comments.
Ruby gets a thoughtful look, then asks, "Where did that come from?"
Yang looks a little confused, and says, "Well, we saved an unknown creature, then brought it back to school with us, where-" "nononono," Ruby interrupts, "I mean the saying itself. Who came up with it? And what did they mean when they said it?"
"I don't really know," Yang says, "I just know that one of my friends would say it whenever something strange happened."
After a moment of everybody (except Weiss) thinking about their now empty wallets, Blake deadpans "I blame the dog."
Nobody notices that while they're having this discussion, the "dog" that Blake had mentioned had walked into the room, looked around, then started going through their drawers and pulling out anything soft: spare pillows, hoodies, pajama pants, even a few towels that had entered the room and never made it back out. After gathering all of the materials, it pushes them all into a corner to create what was essentially a giant pile of softness.
Its task completed, it climbs on top of the pile and goes to sleep, closely followed by the rest of team RWBY.
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Gamir was tired and sore from several hours of tough fighting, several more hours of walking, an approximate 20 floor climb (hadn't the guy heard of elevators?), breaking down a well-built door, throwing a desk out a window, and finally climbing back down those 20 floors. Everything had a limit, and he'd reached his. And apparently so had the rest of these creatures, as they turned to one of the doors along the hall they were in and opened it, piling in and flopping into bed. He took a quick stock of the room: a desk in the middle, underneath a window; two beds on the right, converted into a bunk bed by piling a bunch of books on the corners of one bed and setting the legs of the other bed on top of the books; two beds on… the… left…
'WHAT.'
One of the beds was suspended over the other by ropes attached to the ceiling by unknown means. And was tilted at an amount approaching 30 degrees. And did he mention that there was nothing attaching the ropes to the ceiling? They just magically stuck there. How did the girl in the lower bed sleep? Come to think of it, she did seem to shout the most often…
With the room taken stock of, and his ability to understand what he was seeing depleted, he set about the next obvious task: making himself a bed. He walked over to a dresser and opened the top drawer, nosing through the contents for anything he could use. After pulling out a particularly soft hoodie (and setting aside a pair of pajama pants with pictures of the werewolves he had fought on it, to shred at a later date), he closed the top drawer and opened the next drawer down.
'I feel like keeping my face, thank you very much.'
He closed that drawer, then opened the next, finding some blankets and a pillow. He pulled those out, and continued to search the rest of the room. After completing his search, he took the pile that he had made and shoved it into a corner, whereupon he climbed on top of it and went to sleep.
"TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
A shrill whistle screamed through the room, causing Gamir to jump 6 feet into the air, hitting his head on the ceiling due to the height of his bed, before falling face-first to the floor.
Hearing a lot of shouting, he looks up to see that everybody is on their feet, shouting at the red one, who had the incriminating whistle still sticking out of her mouth.
Gamir picks himself up off of the floor, then walks over to the red one, who turns to look at him, dropping the whistle from her mouth so that it's hanging by a string around her neck. Gamir reaches up, bites the whistle off of the string, and swallows.
'Well, there goes THAT problem.'
Everybody is staring at him, until he burps.
"Tweet!"
'CRAP! I did NOT think that one through!'
That got them all laughing at him, of course.
Cue the hiccups.
That might not seem like that big of a deal, but his entire life, every time he hiccupped, he'd burped right afterwards.
"Hic-tweet! Hic-tweet! Hic-tweet!"
They could not stop laughing, the red and yellow ones actually rolling around on the floor, while he just glared at them while attempting to hold his breath to stop those cursed hiccups!
An attempt that failed miserably.
"Hic-tweet! Hic-tweet! Hic-tweet!"
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Team RWBY was in bed, sleeping peacefully.
All except one.
Ruby had woken up and gotten dressed, then seeing that her team was still asleep, had pulled out The Whistle.
"TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
The rest of the team fell out of bed with a chorus of thuds, although Ruby noticed that one of the thuds seemed to come from above and behind her. Before she could look, though, Weiss, Yang, and Blake all got up and started yelling at her.
Ruby turns to make her escape, and notices the dog-like creature from yesterday.
'That's right, we kept it in our room last night…'
It walked up to her, sat up, and ate the whistle off of her neck.
Everybody is preparing their own reactions to that, such as a complaint from Ruby or congratulations form Weiss, when it burps.
"Tweet!"
A full three seconds pass, then Ruby and Yang collapse in fits of laughter. Even Weiss and Blake are chuckling.
And then it hiccups, immediately followed by a burp.
"Hic-tweet!"
And continues to do that, over and over and over again.
Not even Weiss can keep her cool. The entire team is leaning on something to support themselves while they laugh their heads off, with Yang and Ruby slipping to roll around on the floor instead.
Several minutes pass before the creature gets its hiccups under control, several more before Yang and Ruby have calmed down enough to stand up. Blake is sure that the thing is glaring at them, but puts that note aside when Weiss brings up something more important: "We're late for class!"
They all finish their morning preparations in five seconds flat, then run out of the room so fast that the door handle gets stuck in the wall. They all get to their first class of the day, Professor Port's Grimm Studies, and sit down, apologizing for being late. After getting all of their notes out, they are reminded that they forgot something by the sound of splintering wood.
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'What just happened?'
The entire group of creatures had, after collecting themselves from their laughter, suddenly frozen in place for a second before zipping all around the room, moving too fast for him to tell what they're doing. Less than five seconds after this activity began, they had run out the door fast enough that the door handle slammed in to the wall – and gotten stuck inside.
After a mental shrug, he walks out of the room and follows their scent trail down the hallway. Eventually, he reaches a door that their scent trail passes through.
'Well, I guess that last time wasn't lesson enough.'
He reached forward, grabbed the lip of the door in his mouth, and ripped the thing off of its hinges. He then spat the door out and walked into the room while trying to get the taste of the thing out of his mouth.
'Ew! Who even uses birch in construction?'
He looked around, trying to figure out where exactly he was. It was a large semicircular room, with the floor sinking in tiers as the room progressed towards the center. In this central, lowest point, a large round man with a ridiculously large mustache was standing. On the tiers, there were a large number of humanoid creatures sitting at desks, writing in books – or, at least, that's what it looked like they were doing before he ripped the door out.
'Wonder what this place is for?'
After a quick glance around the room, he spots a place that he can see the entire room from and walks over there, the gazes of everything in the room following him. He reaches the spot and sits down, waiting for them to continue… whatever it is they were doing. He really needed to start learning their language, and now was as good a time to start as any.
Then everything started shouting at once.