Chapter 20: Getting The Band Back Together (Part Two)
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While Velvet and Weiss were heading to the Administration office, Blake and Yang were heading to the Music Club to negotiate for equipment. Or, they would be, if Yang's paralyzed body would actually stay in the desk chair she was being wheeled on. Currently, Blake was trying to make sure that Yang wouldn't fall off the chair again. Every time they moved about twenty feet, Yang slid out of the chair and onto the floor.
Blake was currently tying Gambol Shroud's ribbon around Yang's midriff, hoping this would keep her from slipping out if the chair.
"You know, if you hadn't done your ninja shit to me, we wouldn't be in this situation.", Yang grumbled. That ribbon was really uncomfortable. It kept on shoving up her top and was starting to chafe her skin. Of course this would happen on the one day her bras were in the laundry.
Blake sighed at Yang's comment. "And if you were a reasonable young adult, I wouldn't have to step in like that.", Blake noted.
"I TOLD you, I'm okay with that now.", defended Yang.
"Yeah, only AFTER I hit your pressure point.", shot back Blake.
Yang had to admit she had a point. If she hadn't, Weiss would be nothing but a charred smear on the carpeting. She guessed that being paralyzed by your girlfriend really put perspective into you.
"Whatever…", Yang reluctantly agreed.
"See, it was for your own good. I'm a ninja for a reason, Yang.", Blake said.
"Not a ninja of love, though.", Yang insulted under her breath.
"What was that?", Blake asked. She flicked Yang on the forehead.
"Oww! Nothing!", said Yang, recoiling from the annoying blow.
"That's what I thought.", was Blake's even tone. Then, a slight smile grossed her face.
"You're so adorable when you're flustered like that.", Blake stated, running a finger over Yang's leg. Yang's leg muscles would have stiffened if they weren't numb right now. She was putty in Blake's hand whenever she touched her.
"Blake, please… not now…", Yang moaned. Blake's hand traced over to the zipper of Yang's shorts. She slowly began to unzip it a little bit it. By now, Yang's appetite was fully awakened. She didn't care if she was tied to a desk chair by a multi-purpose weapon, she was ready for this. Suddenly, Blake drew away her hand. She had only zipped her shorts down half way. Chuckling, she started to push the chair down the hall.
"Oh, come ON Blake! Really?!", Yang complained. Of course she would tease her now. She knew she shouldn't be too surprised, but Blake always managed to get her every time. She had no idea how that cat did it! Maybe it was, like, pheromones or something like that.
Blake continued to chuckle. "Still too easy.", she stated.
Yang groaned in frustration. Damn it! First her sister is banging the Ice Princess, then she got paralyzed, and now her girlfriend is being a huge tease again? Yang wasn't sure how this day could get worse.
Naturally, she had just jinxed herself. The universe just LOVES easy opportunities to mess with someone. It was a lot like Blake, in that regard.
The Music Club room was located not that far from the theater. It was a floor below it, in fact. Unfortunately, that meant climbing down some stairs to reach the sublevel it was on. With Yang strapped to a chair, it was a little difficult to traverse. Eventually, after some thought, it was decided that Yang would flare up her aura and be thrown down the staircase.
Naturally, Yang didn't agree with this. But, since she couldn't control her limbs, her vote really didn't matter. It wasn't even really up to a vote. It was more of Blake telling her what to do, and then giving the chair a rolling start.
Of course, Yang wasn't too happy when she landed on the floor below. She was lucky that none of her bones were broken, even if the chair protected her a little. To make matters worse, Gambol Shroud's ribbon had completely shoved up Yang's shirt. Now, Yang was into a variety of (somewhat normal) stuff, but exhibitionism in front of classrooms wasn't one of those things. If one would were to look at her face, it would be red from a mixture of fury and embarrassment.
"Blake, you FUCK! Fuck you, you fucking fuck! If I were able to move, I would box the SHIT out of your goddamn cat ears! Just try me! JUST FUCKING TRY ME!", Yang yelled.
Picking up Yang and the chair, Blake was unfazed by her insults. These ones were pretty tame compared to the ones she shouted at traffic.
"You don't mean that.", Blake replied coolly. She shoved down Yang's top. Normally, she would have left it up, but they had a mission to do. Yang's bountiful chest would have to wait for later.
"OhhohoHO! Really?! Then fucking FIGHT me, you fucking cu—", Yang's threats were cut off by Blake kissing her on the lips. After a minute, Yang seemed to calm down a bit.
Releasing the kiss, Blake looked Yang directly in the eyes. She said, "I'm sorry, okay? Look, I'll make this up later. Hell, I'll even let you have a freebie later. But, we've got a job to do right now. So, if you're done swearing, can we go over to the Music Club now?".
Groaning, Yang nodded. Blake started to wheel the chair down the hall towards the club room. Hopefully, they could get the equipment they needed. Then, it would make this exercise in embarrassment and pain actually worth something.
Unlike the Theater Club, the Music Club actually had a bigger office and more funding. The room was wide, and stuffed with rare and traditional instruments. Most of the things being stored in there were rather expensive. That tsungi horn in the corner cost roughly the same as 2.3 champion racing dogs. Of course, that meant that the club didn't lend out equipment easily.
"So, why should I lend you a mixing table and speakers?", asked the club president. It probably would have helped to learn the guy's name before Yang and Blake started to beg for equipment.
"Well, Mister…", Yang was drawing a blank on his name. "…Sir, we're just lovers of the arts. It would be a travesty to NOT lend us the equipment.". Yang thought that was a good argument. This is why Yang shouldn't have been the one to start talking first.
Blake decided to step in before Yang made this unsalvageable. "What my partner is TRYING to say is that your equipment would be put at the forefront of a great show. If we pull it off, you're club will receive a major boost in popularity.", Blake tried to justify.
"And how so?", asked the president, running a pale hand through his dark green hair. At least Blake was getting through to him better than Yang.
"Think about it. 'The Sounds Of Vale, presented by the Music Club'. It has a good ring to it, don't you think?", convinced Blake.
The club president seemed to consider this. "Okay, while that doesn't sound that bad, I'm going to need more than that.", he decided. He was being a stickler.
"What I can guarantee, sir, is only the FINEST of performances. But only of you help us.", Yang interjected, trying to be helpful.
The president sighed. "I meant like something physical or worth something. How did you not pick up on that?".
Yang tried to shrink in her chair. Her paralyzed body made that impossible. Once again, Blake had to save her.
"What can my friends…", Blake reached into her pocket and pulled out all the money she had on her. "Mister One and Mister Ten say about it?".
The club president rolled his eyes. "I don't need your money. Look around you!", he said, gesturing around him. "I think we have enough money here.".
"Blake!", Yang whispered loudly. "I've got an idea! Pull up my shirt!".
Blake furiously whispered back, "I am NOT doing that!".
"Trust me, it'll work! Just do it!", Yang reassured her.
"You know I can hear you, right?", the president said. They weren't whispering as much as lowly shouting.
Both of them looked red in the face. "Ahhh… That's embarrassing...", Yang realized.
The president leaned forward on his desk. "You know I can just take favors, right? Like, I scratch your back, you scratch mine? Something like that?", suggested the club president.
"Like what?", Blake asked.
"Well, the next time I have a function, just have whoever sent you two help me out. How does that sound?", the president asked.
"Great!", piped up Yang.
"Who sent you two, anyway?", asked the president.
"Oh, the Theater Club is helping us.", Blake explained.
The Music Club president groaned and then ran his hand through his hair again. "Really?", he said in disbelief.
"Well, they're helping us, not the other way around.", responded Blake.
"Oh, thank the gods.", the president said. "I don't want to look TOO bad.".
"So, is it a deal?", asked Yang.
"Deal. Now, could you excuse me? I've got a LOT of paperwork to do here.", said the president, dismissing the pair.
"Thanks!", yelled Yang as she was wheeled out of the office door by Blake.
"Well, that went good.", Yang stated once outside the office.
"Indeed.", agreed Blake. She wheeled Yang in silence until they got near the staircase. Both of them stopped.
"Uhh… how do we get up?", asked Yang. Getting down was easy, if somewhat painful. How the hell could Blake haul Yang up the stairs?
Blake looked around, trying to think of a solution. Then, she eyed a pair of silver doors. They had up an up button on the side.
"Oh hey, an elevator.", observed Blake. Yang couldn't believe it.
"Wait, wait, wait! You DIDN'T have to throw me down the stairs?!", shouted Yang.
"I guess not.", replied Blake flatly. As she wheeled Yang over to the elevator, Yang just hung her head down low. She just didn't care anymore. She hated being alive right now.
If the universe could laugh right now, it would be roaring it's head off right about now.
As Yang was giving up on life across campus, Weiss was looking around the empty field near the remains of the gardens. This would be perfect! Everyone LOVED an outdoor concert! Velvet finally ran up to Weiss and collapsed on the grass at her feet. She was absolutely beat.
"Look, Velvet! There's enough room here to spare! It'll do just fine!", Weiss exclaimed, feeling a little elated. Velvet, on the other hand, felt like her lungs were on fire.
"I…. *pant, pant*… agree… *pant*", agreed Velvet. It felt nice, lying on the cool grass. If it wasn't mid—day, she could actually fall asleep here.
"I think we could get the groundskeeper to lend us this field. He'd probably be nicer than that JERK secretary at the office.", Weiss thought out loud. Velvet nodded from where she had lied down.
"We can… *pant* but I'm too tired to move right now…", moaned Velvet.
"I can take care of that.", Weiss bragged. Suddenly, Weiss summoned a glyph underneath Velvet.
"Oh no, don't do THIIIISSS-", Velvet shouted as she was launched into the air.
Weiss briefly paused to admire how far she had flung Velvet. Then, summoning another glyph, she launched herself after her. As the wind blew through her hair, Weiss couldn't help but think that Ruby would be so proud of her.
All Velvet could think about was that she really wanted her daddy right about now.
An anti-gravity glyph briefly appeared out in front of the office complex. Weiss landed with both feet on it, and did a flip off of it. She had stuck the landing. Thinking quickly, she cast another glyph next to her. She looked up at the distant figure of Velvet, careening towards her.
Velvet's landing wasn't as pretty. It wasn't as much of a landing as much as it was 'crashing face first into an anti-gravity well'. Velvet trembled as she picked herself up. She hoped that nobody would notice that she had wet herself on the flight over.
"So, the groundskeepers' office should be around here somewhere…", Weiss thought out loud as she grabbed Velvet's wrist. She was dragged into the building, too stunned to even walk.
"Dust Controller, no… Ammo Warden, no… Nutrition Staff, no… Grimm Egg Disposal, no… Director of VR Tech, no…", Weiss mumbled as she looked for the right office in the building's hallway. Then, she spotted the groundskeepers' office near the 'Viral Outbreak Protocol Board' office. She dashed over to the door, dragging a wildly flailing Velvet behind her.
When they entered the office, most of the desks were empty. Only one old man in a flat cap and red overcoat was sat at a worn desk, watching something on a portable television. Hearing the door open, he turned his attention to Weiss and Velvet.
"My, I rarely have visitors. What can I do for you young ladies?", the old man greeted.
"Excuse me, are you the groundskeeper?", Weiss asked.
"Yes, indeed I am. Groundskeeper Appleseed, at your service.", Mr. Appleseed declared.
"Come, come, take a seat.", he offered, gesturing to two worn chairs near his desk. Weiss placed Velvet in a chair and sat next to her.
"Hello! I'm Weiss Schnee, and this is Velvet Scarlatina. We're here on behalf on a group interested in a musical production. We've come to ask you a favor.", Weiss droned in a formal tone.
Mr. Appleseed scratched his scruffy, grey haired chin. "Hmm… what exactly do you need?", he asked.
"Well… we were interested in having an outdoor concert. We've scouted around, and it was decided that the field near the gardens would be the best place to hold it. What we ask of you is to lend us the land for our show.", pitched Weiss. It seemed like she had a natural penchant for business. Velvet was a little impressed.
A small laugh came from Mr. Appleseed's mouth. "A music show, eh? Why didn't you say so? Sure, I can allow that.", he agreed.
Weiss was a little shocked. She didn't expect that to go that easily. "W-wow! Thank you! I can assure you, you won't regret it!", exclaimed Weiss.
"You know, I was once like you kids. Heck, I even have a degree in classical music!", Mr. Appleseed boasted, gesturing to a dusty frame on the wall. Indeed, it was a degree from the Arvese Academy of Art.
"Just be sure to send me a ticket, okay?", he asked with a small wink.
"O-of course! We'll be glad to send you one! Thank you! Very much!", Weiss thanked as she leaned over and shook his hand. All Mr. Appleseed did was flash a toothy grin.
"No, it was my pleasure. It's nice to see people with an interest in the musical arts.", he said, smiling.
Weiss turned he attention back to Velvet. "Come on, Velvet! We have to tell Ruby!". Giving one last wave to Mr. Appleseed, she shoved Velvet out of the office door.
Mr. Appleseed adjusted his hat. "Huh. Kids.", he said to himself, before getting back to watching his stories.
Back in the hallway, Velvet was walking next to Weiss. "Wow! That was incredible. I wish my stuff was that easy!", Velvet complimented.
Weiss lifted her head proudly. "Of course! A Schnee ALWAYS thrives in negotiations!", she boasted. The pair walked out of the door.
"Ready for another flight?", Weiss asked.
"Yeah! Wait, what?", Velvet said before another glyph launched her in the air once more. Weiss followed her on her own trajectory. If one looked up then, they would have seen what looked like two birds. One kept on screaming, for some reason.
It was late in the afternoon when Weiss had come back from the groundskeepers' office. It took them a little longer to get back to Team RWBY's dorm, since Velvet had to make a quick stop to change her urine soaked panties.
When they opened the door, they saw Ruby waiting near it, like a puppy waiting for her friend. Seeing Weiss, she launched herself to envelop Weiss in a hug. She ended up tackling her.
"Ow! Ruby!", chided Weiss. Ruby climbed off her.
"Sorry, sorry. How did it go?", she asked.
Picking herself up, Weiss replied, "Well, we couldn't get the theater…". Ruby's expression dropped at this. "… But we DID manage to get a field for you!", Weiss declared, looking proud of herself.
Ruby let out a large squee. Throwing herself at Weiss again, she planted a kiss on her lips. Weiss, the recipient, and Velvet, the witness, both blushed.
Velvet felt very awkward standing there. "Uhh… should I go?", she asked. Ruby stopped kissing Weiss and vigorously shook Velvet's hand.
"Thank you Velvs! Thanks a lot!", Ruby cried.
"Th—thanks.", replied Velvet. Feeling a little out of place, Velvet turned on her heel and walked out of the door.
Ruby and Weiss both relaxed on Weiss' bunk. "What should we do now?", asked Weiss.
"We just wait for Yang and Blake. Ohh, I hope they did as good a job as you!", Ruby answered.
As if on cue, Blake wheeled Yang into the room. Yang was looking depressed. Blake was wearing her standard stoic look.
"So, what happened? Did you get the stuff?", Ruby asked cheerfully.
"Of course we did.", replied Blake. She wheeled Yang near the drink pile. Pulling out a can of Abomination, she opened it and put it on Yang's lap. Yang tried to bend over to drink it, but she ended up spilling it all over her lap. All she could do was whimper in dejection. Naturally, nobody paid her that much attention.
"I just wanna sleep…", moaned Yang. Untying Yang, Blake placed her on her own bunk.
"As you can see, Yang didn't have that great of a day.", explained Blake. Yang grunted in agreement.
Ruby was elated. "Awesome! We're closer to the musical than ever before! YYAAYYYYY!", she cheered. She jumped in her seat, and hit her head on the bottom of her own bunk. "Ow ow ow ow!", she cried, holding her head. Weiss held her shoulders.
"I think we did good for today.", Weiss spoke for Ruby.
"Right.", Blake said.
Now that their goals were accomplished for today, Team RWBY decided to relax for today. Blake worked on updating her fan fiction, Yang tried to will herself to sleep, and Ruby and Weiss played a game in their scrolls, head to head. They remained like that for the rest of the day.
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