Weiss Reacts to Breather Episodes!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to Weiss Reacts! Yeah, last chapter was a bit of a missed opportunity. I wasn't on my A-game when I was typing it out; a little stressed with college and people being crazy- but I'm recovered, I'm back, and I'm ready to go! And with four chapters after this for the finale, what timing! I've also been busy scouting out fics to attempt to acquire for Volume 3 apart from those we've already been confirmed to get, so keep an eye out!

Let's get on with this!
DISCLAIMER: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, otherwise we would have more musically-based Hunters. (Apart from Roman, who has all of one vaguely music-ish reference.)

All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.

"….humph." Weiss groaned, resting her head on her pillow, her normally well-groomed ivory hair scattered all about, untied and untouched. She had just finished working on an assignment for Professor Fall- one about working on a specific series of movements that would be able to counter an Ursa's paw strike with one's weapon- and now she hadn't a thing to do.

"Nothing at all to do." The heiress complained, grumbling and rolling over in bed. Truly, she was bored, and truly, for the first time, she felt a little jealous of the rest of her team; Yang with her antics, Ruby with her seeming ability to entertain herself out of nowhere, and Blake who at least had various giant robots to be working with. She, on the other hand…..had absolutely nothing to do.

"Gah!" Weiss screeched, sitting up upright suddenly. "This is ridiculous! What is there that I can do? I can't possibly be bored! I've had all year to accumulate things to do, surely I must have something I can do!

Maybe I can play games…..no….no, that might go horribly wrong. I've played enough to know that…"

The heiress shook her head, discounting that option. "…..no….perhaps reading a fanfic? No, no, that's not it…..

Tch. What does someone have to do to entertain themselves? Perhaps I should ask Ruby if she wants to do anything." Weiss mused, before snapping her fingers, hitting on something she might be able to do.

"That's it! Ruby! Heh. I should've thought of that first; of course she might have something exciting to play around with!" The heiress declared. "Hehehehehe….for the first time, I'm grateful my girlfriend's insanely hyperactive. Now, I just need to find her…."

Weiss stood up, deciding not to fix her hair in place for now and slipping on her bolero jacket, before pacing the dorm. "Where did she say she was going again? Ah, right, the forges! She wanted to do something there!

That's it! We're off there! Then, maybe, I might be able to find something to do today."

Invigorated with the prospect of a release from her boredom, the heiress set off out from the dorm, walking briskly down the corridors to the weaponcrafting forges, hoping Ruby had a solution.

Minutes later….

Weiss arrived at the forges. Given that it was the afternoon just before the weekend, nobody was present, save a few of the new arrivals making repairs for their weapons damaged in the induction, Glynda in the corner with a very sheepish-looking girl- from what she remembered, she was the leader of team MLDY and quite a good fighter- who was trying to hammer out a dent from what looked like shinguards, and finally, Ruby, wiping sweat from her brow as she worked carefully on the inner workings of Crescent Rose, to the left, on an isolated workstation.

Weiss approached her girlfriend, smiling. "Hello, Ruby. I…..see you're hard at work."
The reaper didn't look up, waving at her with a free hand and using her other hand to pull something out of her weapon with a pair of tweezers. Despite her seemingly serious expression, however, she looked cheery and sounded so too.

"Hey! Weiss!" The reaper chirped. "You're done with the homework already?"
"Yes. Professor Fall didn't exactly set me a challenge." Weiss remarked, distracted by the sheer complexity of Crescent Rose's inner workings. "…..what, pray tell, are you doing?"
"I'm trying to make Cress aim better." Ruby explained, sweating slightly with the effort of pulling whatever she was pulling to the side. "It was off by a few millimetres, so I wanted to fix it!"
"A few millimetres?" Weiss raised an eyebrow. "You're able to tell?"
"It's kind of a needed thing when you use a scythifle like mine."
"I thought we said that we were never going to use that word as it's stupid and makes no sense."
Ruby pouted, whimpering while still looking down. "But that word sounds cool!"
"And illogical. Anyway!" The heiress forcefully changed the subject, shaking her head. "Not why I'm here. So, listen…"
"Yes?"
"I was wondering, that maybe when you're done working on Crescent Rose, you know…..you and I could, um…..eat lunch out." Weiss suggested, rubbing the back of her head. "You know, just us two. Together. It'd be fun! We never get to do anything as a couple alone."
"No can do!" Ruby responded brightly. "I'm probably going to be stuck working on this all day to calibrate my weapon just right."
"…it's a few millimetres. It surely mustn't take so long to adjust a rifle to hit a little in the direction you desire it to?"
"Yes, but bullet spin, wind direction and I've also got to account for bullet drop….." The reaper explained. "It's hard to adjust for direction, but for that? I'm going to have to be testing it every time I make a few adjustments. Sorry about that, I think we'll just have to have lunch some other time."

Weiss sighed disappointedly. "That's a shame. Sorry to have bothered you."
"No problem." Ruby finally looked up to smile brightly at her, leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek. "I think Blake might be available, though, if you're really desperate."
"…..as much as I'd normally call that a bad idea, I might have to agree with you." Weiss sighed, returning the kiss before turning to walk away. "Good luck with your calibrations!"
"Thanks!"

As she stalked off, Weiss grumbled, shaking her head.

'That was…..a waste of time. Perhaps she shouldn't have been my first choice….' The heiress mused. 'Ah, well, at least I have Blake to find, although whatever she has planned to do, I don't think I'll like it very much….'

Blake's Hangar….

"Slash harkens." Blake muttered, tapping her pen rhythmically on the paper in front of her- a large blueprint for a prototype of a replica of the infamous Lancelot Albion.

"…..tch….I need to include those, if I want to make a proper Knightmare Frame." The catgirl shook her head. "Although what am I going to power those wings with? I suppose I could juryrig one of the Spiral Engines I have left over and attach it to the back, use it as an extra energy tank in addition to the main batteries to power the wings…..

…..this would be so much easier with someone to bounce ideas off of."

"Oh, would it?"
Blake jumped, reaching for Gambol Shroud instinctively- luckily for both of them, it was actually on the other side of the desk- and whirling around to glare at her intruder, only to find Weiss, who stepped back, staring at her. The catgirl squeaked in surprise, before realising who was before her.

"Weiss!" She cried, immediately relaxing and sighing. "You scared me!"
"Believe me, you did the same." The heiress remarked, herself exhaling in relief.

"How did you even get in here? I have the door from the outside locked!"
Weiss shook her head. "You left it unlocked this time. Anyway, what exactly are you doing?"

Blake studied her for a few seconds, before turning back to her blueprints. "I'm drawing out plans for a new mecha of mine. Watching Code Geass again gave me ideas."
"Oh, wonderful. More giant robots." The heiress commented, rolling her eyes.

"I personally think they're …..cool….."

Weiss jumped, recognising the voice and looking around. "Nanami?! What the-Blake, you had her around?"

The catgirl shook her head. "No, no, no, that's nobody!"
"I…heard Nanami. Don't lie to me." The heiress glared at her pointedly. "What is she doing here?"

"…that was a recording."
Weiss stared at her, dumbfounded. "…..a recording. Of Nanami's voice."
"Of course!" Blake laughed, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Yeah, it's a recording of her voice."

"…why do you have a random recording of her voice?"
"…Yang."

The heiress facepalmed. "That makes way too much sense. Anyway, Blake, I was going to say, do you mind if I join your planning-"
"I do. Very much." She was cut off as Blake interrupted her brusquely. "I can't think with someone else in the room."
"But you just said-"
"I was lying. Now go! Shoo! Away!" The catgirl pressed Weiss back up to the entrance. "Bye bye now!"
"Wait!" Weiss snapped. "I wasn't-"
"Bye!" Blake pushed her out the door and closed it shut, locking it behind her.

She strolled back down, sighing in relief, and glaring at the computer terminal where they stored Nanami. It flickered into life, showing the pink-haired girl they'd used as her avatar, sitting down and frowning on-screen.

"…why did you kick her out?"
"…..you realise she has absolutely no idea you're a computer, right?" The catgirl pointed out. "None whatsoever?"
"…..oh." Nanami frowned further, sighing. "That's…a shame….." She then yawned, rubbing her eyes as the screen started to fade. "….I'm just…..going to sleep then….good night…"
Norn popped her head in, looking around and holding a tray of tea. "For you, Miss Bella…..I mean, Blake."
"Thank you." Blake smiled at her creation, taking the tray and placing it on the desk, before turning back to the robot maid. "Actually…..do you mind staying for a bit?"
"I will do as commanded."
"…what do you think I should do about powering this new wing system I'm planning?"

Weiss sighed, shaking her head as she strolled across the courtyard, away from the hangar entrance.

"…..that was…..rather suspicious." The heiress muttered. "What was she doing with a recording of her voice anyway? That's rather convenient…..bah. Doesn't matter. Who am I to question whatever insane whims Yang wants anyway?"

The heiress sighed, throwing her arms up in frustration. "Blast it all, I have to go to Yang to see if she's actually doing something fun.

I never thought I'd live to see the day Yang was my salvation for something…." The heiress remarked, chuckling at the irony of it.

"Glad to see you're accepting it."

Weiss jumped in surprise, whirling around to see the brawler behind her, smiling. "Sup, Weiss."

"Tch. You surprised me." The heiress grumbled, dusting off her jacket. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, you know, running errands." Yang shrugged casually. "You know, Harvest Festival's in a few days, people might start getting ready tomorrow, stuff like that?"
"…..you seem awfully invested in getting ready for the Harvest." Weiss noted, suspicious of Yang's motives. Yang scoffed.

"Well, it's less homework for me. After all, the teachers know I'm working to help organise this, right?"

The heiress snorted dismissively. "Of course. Of course you do this only to get out of work. Why am I not surprised? What are you doing anyway? Who set you these errands?"
"Oh. Doctor Oobleck did." The brawler explained. "He said he had to work on something to do with 'refining the caffeine in coffee' and stuff, so I had to run his errands for him to get ready for the festival.

He had me hop over to the grocery." Yang explained, lifting her bag of grocer goods to show. "Can you believe they sell ten brands of bread that aren't Schnee Bakery?"
"Not important." Weiss shook her head. "Do you have anything you need…..help with?"
Yang giggled. "D'awww…..Weiss! I'm touched you're being so helpful~"
"Be quiet." The heiress blushed slightly, looking away. "I was only passing through. Don't take this as me softening on you."
"Oh, you said it. Of course you said it." The brawler scoffed. "Well, at least you've ticked off one of the usual tsundere lines-"
"Doesn't matter! Is there anything I can do to help?"

Yang tapped her chin thoughtfully, looking down at her. "…..well…as much as I'd love to delegate all the work to you, I can't. I've got to drop these off and then start helping Port put up his stall for convincing kids to become Grimm tamers like him when they're older.

The man can't put up a stall to save his life, but he can blow off the head of a Beowolf…."

Weiss sighed. "Well then. That's…..that's just great. Well, um. You should get going-"
"I should-"

"And I'll leave you to it!" The brawler saluted to her, before walking in the direction of the staffrooms with her goods.

Weiss looked at her back, sighing. "…well….at least team JNPR might have something to do….."

Back in the dorm, half an hour later…..

Weiss lay splayed on her bed, irritated at her lack of things to do. All of her other teammates were busy with things to do, team JNPR had been split into Jaune and Pyrrha doing an impromptu training session in the actual fighting rooms and Nora attempting to treat an ill Ren with chicken soup; soup that smelled vile and Weiss swore, actually had a skull and crossbones waft off of it in purple smoke.

"…...today was a disappointment. "The heiress mused. "Utter disappointment. I found almost nothing to do, from absolutely anyone.

What did I wrong? Did I approach the wrong people? Bah!" Weiss snapped. "I've got to find something to do before I snap and start doing other stupid things…."

Suddenly, someone knocked on the dorm door, surprising the heiress. She pulled herself up, scratching her head.

"…who would that be?" Weiss wondered, as she turned the knob and pulled, to reveal her mysterious visitor as Winter, who was carrying a tray of tea herself, standing at her door.

"Sis?" Weiss looked confused. "What are you doing here? You're on the wrong floor."

Winter shook her head. "I was aware you were bored, or so my sources tell me."
"….how did you figure that out?" The heiress inquired, scratching her head.

It's not hard when you're wandering around and you're the only one who knows what is going on." The lady shrugged, smiling. Weiss raised an eyebrow. "You know?"
"I heard of it through the rest of the student body. One might say I am not entirely oblivious." The lady declared with a slightly bigger smile.

The heiress rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Don't be so clichéd."

"Still, you appeared to be very bored, so I made you some tea so that we may drink together." Winter raised her tray, offering it to her sister. "What about it? Are you up for some tea with your dear sister?"

Weiss sighed, shaking her head. "…..you made this all for me?"

Winter nodded. "….of course? Who else might I invite for tea?"

"…fine May as well." The heiress mused, before looking towards her dorm's tables and taking the tray. "There. Just sit there. I'll get the table ready, okay?"

The lady did as she was told. "Alright. You need only call on me if you need help."

'...well...at least I had Winter in the end.' Weiss mused to herself. 'Heh. Should've thought of her first, shouldn't I?'

And so, the rest of the heiress' afternoon was filled without further incident, enjoying afternoon tea with her beloved sister.

END

A/N: As promised, a small breather before we launch into it!

Next chapter, the Harvest Festival begins! What kind of insanity awaits us here?

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!