Here we are at Chapter 16. It's time for more weird situations. It's time for more awkwardness. It's time for more RWBY KEPL Chibi! I do not own RWBY. They belong to roosterteeth. I only own my OCs. Here's chapter 16. Enjoy.
Chapter 16: Territory and Trouble
Skit 1: Who Keeps Khazhak
In Vale, Robyn Hill is on her way to visit Khazhak and Voshkie'ahk. Though their relationship is still shaky at best, she's at least trying to change that.
"Now, Qrow said that Khazhak would be around the central square taking care of some business. Hopefully, I should be able to meet up with him there. I hope Qrow wasn't wasted went he sent me the information and gave me bad advice," Robyn mutters as she looks around for her nephew. Turning around a corner, she bumps into Qrow. "Qrow? What are you doing here? I thought you said Khazhak is around here,"
Qrow takes a swig of his flask, "He is, don't get your feathers in a twist. He should be here shortly. I asked him to come see me for some huntsmen business because I knew that if you went to him directly, he'd give you the cold shoulder right from the start. This makes things easier,"
"Oh, well, I suppose that's fine. I wasn't expecting you to think so far ahead," Robyn says.
"Hey, what's supposed to-," Qrow feels insulted, only for a black and red portal to open up near him and stop him. Just then, Raven Branwen walks out of the portal as it closes up. "Oh, great, just what I needed," Qrow groans.
"Alright, Qrow, it's time you paid back that lien you owe me for all those drinks you left me to pay for at the Crow bar last time," Raven says, but then notices Robyn behind him. "I'm sorry, who are you?"
"Robyn Hill," Robyn crosses her arms.
The name sounds familiar, "Robyn Hill... Wait a minute, you mean like Khazhak's Aunt Robyn? The one that left him and his family all high and dry so she could go play politics up in Atlas," Raven narrows her eyes a bit.
"Yes-I mean no-I mean-Argh... Yes, that sort of happened, but it's not as simple as that. More importantly, who the heck are you?" Robyn points at Raven.
"I'm Raven Branwen, Khazhak's master. He is my apprentice," Raven looks smug.
"Raven Branwen, as in the leader of the Branwen bandit tribe, the same group of thugs and low-lifes that just go around attacking innocent people for laughs. You expect me to believe that a criminal like you is Khazhak's master. Hah, and here I thought that Qrow was supposed to be the drunk one. Clearly, I must've drank something a little too strong last night," Robyn retorts.
"Believe it or not, but it's true. Anyway, I don't see how that's your problem," Raven argues.
"I'm Khazhak's aunt. Of course, it's my problem," Robyn gets in her face.
"Hah, and since when was the last time you were his aunt. You haven't played family time for him in YEARS. I'm at least been there to teach him and help him grow stronger," Raven argues back.
By this point, Khazhak appears, "Qrow, what's going on here?" Khazhak watches the two women bicker.
"Eh, don't worry about it. Let's just enjoy the show," Qrow drinks his flask again.
"Teach him. I heard your form of 'teaching' is just showing up to fight him every now and then and almost killing him sometimes. That's not teaching; it's just you alleviating your boredom," Robyn presses her forehead against Raven's.
"At least I actually make time to see Khazhak. Unlike you, too busy up in Atlas trying to be a politician instead of a huntress. How far the mighty have fallen," Raven mocks her.
"That's it! Let's find out who deserves to be there for Khazhak. Right here and now!" Robyn yells and the two step back to take out their weapons.
"Fine by me. Hope you haven't gotten rusty pushing all those papers and votes around," Raven fires back.
"Uh, don't I get a say in this?" Khazhak raises his hand, but neither are listening to him.
The two charge at each other, only for a lamp post to suddenly fall down on top of both of them.
"Argh! Ow!" Robyn yells in pain.
"Why you-Qrow!" Raven glares painfully at her brother.
"Oops, sorry. My semblance happened. Not my fault," Qrow replies before walking away.
"I don't have time for this. Later," Khazhak goes with him.
"Khazhak, wait, I need some help. Ow," Robyn begs to no avail.
Skit 2: Weapons Day
In Peter Port's class, Professor Port has the words 'Weapons Day' up in big chalk letters in his black board. The students in his class are all lined up in front of the seats and desks as he walks in front of them, including Teams RWBY, KEPL, and JNPR.
"As a huntsman or a huntress, your weapon is your closest ally on the battlefield. You may count upon it when other options are exhausted... Unless you lose that option too. A-Anyway, today is a special day. You have all crafted and created your weapons before enrolling at Beacon Academy, and will only continue to improve on them further, but... sometimes, there are those that don't appreciate the true value of the weapon they hold dear; seeing it as a mere tool. But of course, there will always be those that value their weapon greatly... maybe a little too greatly," Port explains
Everyone turns a subtle glance at Ruby, whose hugging and kissing her beloved 'sweetheart' Crescent Rose.
"Ah, that's right. You're so cold and hard. My dear, you're perfect," Ruby coos lovingly as she holds her sniper-scythe close.
Meanwhile, Khazhak glares daggers at the weapon, "No fair, I'd give anything for Ruby to say that to me. Why can't I be made of metal?" Khazhak mutters angrily.
Lloyd snickers, "Wow, the girl you like practically dumped you for a piece of hardware. That's just sad, Brother," he says, only to get a fist to the face. "Ow!"
Port gets their attention back, "Ahem, as I was saying, to better understand the value of the weapons you have created and wield in battle; today, we are having a weapon swap day. Today, you will all be switching your weapons with someone else. Each of you will get familiar with the new weapon and compare it to your own. However, this is meant to understand how much you may take your own weapon for granted, not to mock the other person's work. Now then, without further ado, please figure it out amongst yourselves and begin swapping your weapons. You have ten minutes to get it done. Go!" Port declares.
The students begin moving around, thinking about who to switch weapons with. Some have their own preferences, but that doesn't mean it'll happen. To make sure no one has any problems, or makes any, they all decide to draw numbers from a hat (doesn't that look like Roman Torchwick's fedora), and settle it that way. Much to her dismay, Pyrrha ends up with Yang instead of Jaune, Khazhak gets Ren, Nora gets Porphyrius, Edom gets Ruby, Weiss gets Lloyd, and Blake gets Jaune. They begin by inspecting each other's weapons, though that's easier said than done depending on the pair.
"Come on, it's not that heavy. I swing that thing around without breaking a sweat," Khazhak criticizes Weiss as she struggles to left his Narukami while in its greatsword form while he expertly swings her rapier around.
"Well, maybe... it's because I don't... lift weights that are 100 pounds or more like they're nothing!" Weiss grits her teeth as she tries, and fails, to lift the sword.
Meanwhile, Ruby and Edom are trying out the other's scythe," Hmmm, the weight is definitely more than what I'm used to, though not by too much. It's impressive how you swing this thing around despite your short frame," Edom twirls Ruby's sniper-scythe around and then stabs the blade into the floor while looking through the scope. "The sights on this thing aren't too bad either,"
Meanwhile, Ruby tries twirling Edom's twin-scythe around above her head, "Hahaha, yes, bask in the glory that is my beloved Crescent Ro-," she starts swinging it around, only for one of the scythe blades to get caught on her cloak and throw off her balance. "Wah!" she then falls onto the floor, flat on her face.
It wasn't much different with everyone else, with one thing happening or another. Good thing Port had a few first-aid kits nearby just in case. Suffice it to say, everyone in the class gained a better understanding and appreciation of their weapons that they worked so hard on.
Skit 3: The Color of Love?
Walking through the courtyard of Beacon, Blake catches up with her old friend, Ilia.
"I don't know Blake. Are you sure it's okay for me to visit like this? I mean, what if people start giving me a hard time, or worse, start giving YOU a hard time because of me," Ilia seems worried.
"It's okay, Ilia. My friends are good people, and they don't care whether or not you're a Faunus. They already know about me and my past, and we're still good friends. Trust takes time to build up. It's a risk, but as they say: no risks, no rewards," Blake encourages her.
With Blake's encouragement, Ilia goes with her inside the academy to meet her friends. A couple passing students give her quick glances, but mostly out of mild curiosity before going on with their days. It might help that Ilia's Faunus heritage isn't exactly visible. She does her best to keep herself from changing colors. Despite Blake's advice, she's still nervous. As their walking, however, one pair of eyes behind a pair of sunglasses spots the pair.
"Hey Blake!" they turn to see Coco Adel walking up to them. "So, who's your friend? She an exchange student?"
"Oh no, this is an old friend of mine from back home. This is Ilia. Ilia, this is Coco Adel, leader of Team CFVY. She's an upper-classmen, but a friend of mine," Blake introduces the two.
"Um... A pleasure to meet you," Ilia nervously replies.
Coco quickly takes her hand, "The pleasure is all mine, good-looking," Coco offers a quick kiss on her hand, making Ilia pull her hand back.
"Um, what?" Ilia doesn't know how to respond.
"Coco, please try and keep your tendencies to a minimum. Ilia's nervous enough already without you eyeing her like lunch," Blake crosses her arms.
"Hey, you make it sound like I'm some kind of perverted old man. I wouldn't do something like that," Coco defends herself.
"Coco... you tried hitting on Voshkie'ahk before you found out she had a girlfriend... and even AFTER you found out she had a girlfriend like it was no big deal. Do you have any idea how hard it was to calm both Yukari and Khazhak during that incident?" Blake flatly states.
"How was I supposed to know that Voshkie'ahk was already taken. Besides, did you not see her? But anyway..." Coco slides right up to Ilia. "So, Ilia, are you seeing anyone right now?"
Ilia's eyes switch between Blake and Coco, "Um... not at the moment, I guess," she mutters. "Though, I was hoping to make some progress while I'm here."
Coco gets a glint in her eye, "Oh, well then, after you've met up with the rest of Blake's friends and had some time to chat and catch up, what are your plans after that?" she's getting closer.
"Um... maybe... something," Ilia doesn't sound too confident.
"Well, then, in that case, how about I show you some of the sight of Beacon and Vale while you're here. I know all the best spots for some romantic moments between couples... Actually, why don't we check those out right now?" Coco grabs her arm and runs off with Ilia.
"Blake, HELP!" Ilia screams down the hallway.
Blake just stands there wide-eyed and then facepalms. She does end up finding Ilia, alive, but with a bunch of kiss marks all over her face, and an exhausted expression.
"Ilia, you okay?" Blake asks.
"...Next time, I'll just sneak in at night when no one can see me," and then Ilia collapses onto the floor.
And that's the chapter. More wackiness occurs, but more still to come. Hopefully, Ilia will still be alive before Coco can have her way with her next time. Until then, please Read and Review.