At the making of this RWBY volume 3 has been announced, are you hyped? Let's hope I don't loose my work this time. After this chapter this fic will be updated infrequently. I will still post on the same time just one or two days may be skipped. The reason why will be at the bottom.
Blake and Yang are going on a trip.
I love packing, it is the best part of going somewhere new. Yang said she went to get something which, oh well more fun for me. At least this way she won't be able to smuggle stuff into the country. Weiss and Ruby already packed, well I say packed Weiss just paid someone to do it. Now they are busy eating all the food they can manage because 'airline food is expensive'.
I move to get more clothes but there is a knocking at the door. "Coming!" I yell if they bang that hard I will have to kick the door down myself. I open the door to see Yang standing there holding flowers and wearing a top hat.
"'ello me lady." She announced in a weird accent as she gave me the flowers. White roses, where did she get these from.
"Thanks Yang they are very nice." She tips her hat, "but what you are doing is incredibly offensive. You can't go around making fun of accents."
Yang is now skipping around the dorm she best not make a mess or ruin my packing, it may be fun but it still takes time. "I 'ave no idea what you are talking about me dear." Oh now she is rhyming in that accent, I must admit it is pretty impressive. "Do you need any 'elp with the packing Blakey my sweet."
"No I do not and you are not taking that hat, it is offensive when you talk with that accent." I go back to the bed to continue packing. Why does Yang have so many of the same tops?
Yang jumps on the bed sending me, the suitcase and her clothes in the air. She is just a big child inside. "Yang, can you disrupt me another time? I am busy packing so we do not need to do it 10 minuets before the plane leaves."
"That only 'appened once and I did say sorry." It took a long time to get Weiss to trust her with anything remotely important after that fiasco.
"Weiss almost missed Christmas with her family because of you." This accent is really annoying I hope everyone over there does not speak like this.
"I wonder if they eat weird food over there? I'm not sure I would like fish 'n chips everyday." Each word was punctuated by a bounce. Yang Xiao Long, the pillar of cultural diversity.
The brawler sat down in front of me and began to fold clothes back up. "Blake." She said seriously but still in the accent "Wot if yer legs didn't know they were legs?" That is the final straw. I lean over and pull her hat off then throw it through the window in one motion. "What the hell Blake, that cost me like 30 lien!" A little shouting is better than listening to that accent for another second.
Yang puts on a sad face and runs off, I didn't think a stupid hat would mean so much to her. I should carry on packing I will talk to her tonight. Before I even get to grab another item to put in the case the door slams open. "I'm sorry Ya-" my preplanned apology is interrupted by Yang.
"Krikey! That was one cracking toss!" I look at her. She is wearing a safari hat with Grimm teeth all around it, at least she didn't get the safari outfit too that is for certain times.
"Where do you get all these hats from and why do you even have them?" She better not spend all our money again, I'm not sure Weiss will be willing to give us more money if we end up bankrupt again.
"Check this out." She then proceeds to pull a hat out from what I am hoping is her back pocket and replaces the safari hat with it. This new hat was a simple baseball cap with a red leaf on the front. "What you talking aboot I've always had these hats." How many different voices can she do, this must be a new record.
"Why have I never seen you in one of these before? It just seems weird that you start using them now when you did not use them last time we left Vale."
"You never asked aboot them I keep them a secret so people don't steal them ay." 'Secret'? She is pulling an infinite amount of hats from nowhere.
"Yang I think you should calm down a bit with the hats, you are being stereotypical and you could offend someone." Now this is just silly, who in there right mind would give Yang a yellow beret.
"Offenser qui ? Il est juste de nous ici."Yang said. She is speaking another langage now. How is she even speaking French? I have been studying French for three years and I still don't speak it fluently.
"Yang, I can't understand you. Where did you learn to speak French?" Words cannot describe my confusion.
"Les chapeaux sont magiques, Blake." If she is going to be speaking other languages during the flight she is going to be staying here.
"Yang," I'm cross now, I am using my cross voice. "You are going to leave the room and dispose of those cursed hats.
"Mais ce sont mes chapeaux spéciaux." She frowned, I guess that means no.
"Now, Yang!" She took off her beret and walks out the room, slamming her feet on the floor with a sorrowful face. I have to be assertive or else nothing would get done. I sit on our messed up double bed and begin packing.
I refuse to be late this time.
So I had to use google to translate the French bit, I don't know enough to write like that. This is not intended to be offensive.
So if you actually are interested in my personal life then a thumbs up to you, anyway as of now I have a job and surprisingly at the same time as exams. I will not stop posting chapters. Thank you for all your support on this endeavour.