Here we are at Chapter 35. It's wackiness. It's crazy. 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 35. Enjoy.
Chapter 35: Peeps, Brawls, and Fashion
Skit 1: Peeping Toms
Out in the Beacon courtyard, Voshkie'ahk is practicing with her Dust cards. As she does so, Blake walks up behind her.
"Hard at work, Voshkie'ahk?" Blake asks.
"Oh, hello, Blake. Yeah, just working on improving a few techniques. Winter has actually been helping me train since Professor Goodwitch is busy with classes, and Master Qrow is... well..." Voshkie'ahk glances to the side.
"Probably getting drunk somewhere in town that you'd rather not be in," Blake says, earning a scrutinizing glare from Voshkie'ahk. "Ruby and Yang told me about him,"
Voshkie'ahk sighs, "Yeah, that. I mean, Winter is a good teacher, but she can be a tad... much sometimes,"
"She's Weiss' older sister. I'm pretty sure 'tad' doesn't even come close to putting it mildly. Plus, she's in the Atlas military. I'm sure she's incredibly strict," Blake notes.
"You have no idea. Though, she has been a great help. Though, she did ask me that I try to rein in Yukari and keep her as far away from Winter as possible. Ever since Yukari added Winter to her list of vict-I mean volunteers for her designs, Winter has had a negative opinion of her," Voshkie'ahk explains.
"You were about to say 'victims' weren't you," Blake deadpans.
"I have no idea what you're taking about," Voshkie'ahk plays it off.
"Voshkie darling!" they turn at the yell and look to see Yukari running over to Voshkie'ahk. "Oh, how I've missed you, my beautiful dragon goddess. It's been forever since we last saw each other," she pulls Voshkie'ahk into a tight hug and swings her around.
"Yukari, we saw... each other... yesterday... Can't breathe," Voshkie'ahk wheezes.
"Oh, sorry. But, that was a whole day between now and then. I need to recharge on my Voshkie-anium. Now come on, let's go spend some quality time together," Yukari takes Voshkie'ahk's hand and pulls her away, leaving Blake worried for her friend.
"How does she manage to put up with her without losing her sanity?" Blake wonders.
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Blake is walking around the school, only to hear some weird noises up ahead. And is that... moaning? Her curiosity winning over, Blake moves forth and peeks around a corner. She freezes with a blush when she spots Voshkie'ahk pinned to a wall by Yukari, the later claiming her lips in a deep kiss.
"Yukari... someone... might hear us..." Voshkie'ahk says in between kisses and gasps of air.
"Oh no, you're not getting away from me that easily. You've been so busy lately so we haven't been able to spend as much time together. I'm making up for lost time," Yukari replies before going in for another kiss.
While Voshkie'ahk may sounds like she wants this to stop, she certainly isn't doing anything to actually stop her girlfriend. Blake watches from around the corner with a slight blush.
"Wow, this is like one chapter from my book?" Blake mutters.
"What is like from what book, now?" Blake bolts up and turns to find Winter behind her. "Blake, have you seen Voshkie'ahk? I have some lessons for her training,"
"Um, well..." Blake trails off.
"Y-Yukari, I need... to rest," they both hear Voshkie'ahk moan.
"Oh, we'll rest when I say we rest," Yukari replies.
Winter walks around and spies on the pair kissing each other, "What the-that hussy is trying to defile Voshkie'ahk again?! Are you kidding me? What she's doing is... is... wow, she's going that far just for a kiss huh," she can't turn away from it.
"Um, aren't you going to save Voshkie'ahk?" Blake asks.
"Later... Hmmm, maybe I can use this to help give Weiss some advice on romance?" Winter mutters, while Blake just watches the show with her.
Skit 2: Feline Fiasco
Out in the pavilion at Beacon, Blake, Weiss, Winter, and Kali are having a little time time between ladies.
"I must admit, Mrs. Belladonna, that this tea of yours is very delicious," Winter notes before taking another sip.
"Why thank you. I brew it with some herbs from back home. I admit it's not exactly fancy, but I soothes my soul after a long day's work," Kali replies.
"Hmm, I wonder if these herbs could be reproduced back in Atlas?" Weiss thinks.
"Perhaps with the artificial climate systems they have in place and the crop fields they manage. It's quite possible," Winter says.
Weiss notices Blake glancing between them all, "Blake, is something wrong?"
"Huh, oh no, it's just... I was surprised to see how well your sister and my mother are getting along. I know you don't have an issue with Faunus, Weiss... anymore, but I wasn't so sure about your sister," Blake confesses.
"Please, as if I'd be as shallow as our father and little brother. There are a number of soldiers in the Atlas military who are Faunus, and I get along well with them. What matters is how competent they are at performing their duties," Winter retorts.
"Besides, there's no need for things to get complicated over a nice cup of tea," Kali adds.
"Um, speaking of duties, where's Dad? I thought he came to take care of some business with the Vale council," Blake looks around for her father.
"Oh, he was able to take care of that earlier than expected. So, I decided to find something to pass the free time he gained," Kali says.
"Like what?" Weiss cocks an eyebrow.
Kali scratches her cheek, "Well, apparently Blake's father met one of your friends. Khazhak Rairyu, was it? They went off somewhere after having a little stare down and I haven't seen them since. I'm sure they're fine, though. Now, would anyone like some more tea?" she leaves them all wondering what Ghira would want with Khazhak.
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In the forest outside the city, Khazhak and Ghira each throw a fist that clashes against one another. They grit their teeth, trying to push the other back. Jumping back, the two get into their combat stances before going back into it. Ghira throws a right hook that Khazhak ducks under, countering with a left uppercut that Ghira leans back to dodge. The pair enter a grapple fight with their hands, trying to overpower the other. After a few moments, they see they are evenly matched. The two lean back before throwing headbutts that collide with each other.
"Hah, you're not bad for a kid!" Ghira grits.
"I could say the same for you, for an old timer that is," Khazhak shoots back.
"Who are you calling old?!" Ghira rolls back, sending Khazhak flying over him.
Khazhak lands on his feet and throws a spinning hook kick just as Ghira comes at his backside. The kick swipes across his chin, stunning him for a moment. The two fighters then trade a series of punches and deflects as they try to land a clean blow on one another. Ghira is impressed at how skilled Khazhak is, and he isn't even using his swords or his semblance. Ghira manages to catch one of Khazhak's fists in his claws and throws him up into the air. As Khazhak falls down, Ghira throws up a punch, but Khazhak rolls over his arm for an axe kick on Ghira's skull. The attack stuns Ghira, but he still remains on his feet. Shaking it off, the two charge at each other and throw a right cross each. The two punches land squarely on their opponent's cheeks. They remain like that for a moment longer until they both fall onto the ground, panting for air.
"You're... not bad at all... Khazhak," Ghira gasps for air.
"Heh-heh, I can see... where Blake... gets her determination from... Not bad old man," Khazhak replies.
"Ah, shut up," Ghira says.
Skit 3: Fashion Fight
Weiss is in the courtyard, typing something away on her scroll. She had finished her studying a little while ago and wanted to have some peace and quiet to relax. Yeah... that lasted for about five minutes when...
"Ah, if it isn't the Ice Queen. Looking horribly dull as usual," Weiss immediately gets an annoyed look as she recognizes the voice.
"Azula, what are you doing?!" Weiss glares at the famed musician standing behind her with a smug grin.
"What, I can't come and see a friend?" Azula jokes.
"I don't recall us ever being friends. Enemies, rivals, acquaintances; those qualify. Now, what do you want? If you have nothing to say, then scram," Weiss says.
Azula shows a fake gasp, "Oh my, I merely wished to extend a little challenge between you and I. Since the music competition didn't exactly go as either of us thought, I thought we should try something else,"
"And what would that be?" Weiss cocks an eyebrow.
"A little fashion show. A modeling competition. Let's see who's the most beautiful star on the walkway. And the loser has to cater to the winner's every whim for a day, no exceptions. Sound like a deal?" Azula says.
Weiss scoffs, "Please, who do you think you're talking to? I'll have you begging for mercy by the time I'm done with you. You're on," the two shake on it.
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News of the little fashion duel between Weiss and Azula quickly spreads around the school. They end up getting quite a setup and an audience out in the school's courtyard. Even Lloyd and Nora are getting in on the fun.
"Alright folks, who wants to see the Ice Queen take on the Piano Princess? Place your bets!" Lloyd shouts.
"Come on, this won't last forever. See if you can walk home big today!" Nora cheers.
Off to the side, Ren, Porphyrius, Jaune, and Khazhak look on with flat stares, "Why do we put up with them?" Khazhak facepalms.
"Who knows?" Ren shrugs his shoulders.
"And now, without further adieu, let's get this show on the road!" Lloyd now has a microphone.
Up first is Weiss, wearing an elegant blue gown with a slit down the left side, exposing a portion of her legs (the dress she wore in volume 4 at the party). She walks down the walkway with an elegant flare and a confident look on her face. Once at the end, she makes a little spin, the skirt of her gown flowing fluently with her and ending it with a hand on her hip. The crowd cheers and the judges, which consist of the teachers at Beacon and Ozpin, jot down notes and scores. Next up is Azula, wearing a formal gown of different shades of blue. It has a lighter shade of blue on the body, but a darker shade on the skirt and tipped in black at the bottom. She has on long gloves that match the skirt's collar, white flower embroidery around her waist, and a fur collar around her neck (Engi Threepiece's outfit from Dream Eater Merry). Making it to the end of the walkway, Azula makes a few twirls with her arms resting behind her head. She gives such an enticing smile that a small portion of audience passes out. In the next round, Weiss comes out wearing a gorgeous red and white gown with a skirt that flows out from behind her. She has on a red and gold tiara in her hair, which has been put back in a center ponytail (Lailah's dress from Tales of Zestiria). She performs a beautiful bow with a glowing smile, making some of the audience coo at her beauty. After she leaves, Azula comes up in an outfit that looks more like a military uniform. She has on a blue coat with a long, flowing split tail over a white undershirt, white pants under armored boots that go up to her thighs, and vambraces on her arms, and a black choker with a ribbon on her neck (Maltran's outfit from Tales of Zestiria). She makes an elegant salute, and some of the audience salute in return.
For the final round, Weiss is wearing a strapless black gown with a pair of white gloves, a white fur shawl, and a blue ribbon around her neck (Azur Lane Yorktown formal dress). She blows a kiss to the audience and a number of them pass out. As she walks back, she freezes when she sees Azula wearing a white dress with black trim that exposes quite a bit of cleavage, with matching long gloves and stockings. She has black ribbons in her hair and white hat to go with the outfit (Azur Lane Illustrious outfit). The audience scream as she walks up on stage. Crossing her arms under her chest makes it look like they're about to pop out. Weiss looks down at her own chest and finds it lacking certain... assets. The crowd goes wild as Azula gives them such a tease.
"And the winner is Azula, the Piano Princess!" Lloyd announces.
Weiss looks on in absolute shock as Azula walks by, "Oh, sorry dear, guess some people just have it... and some don't," she glances at Weiss' pitiful chest before leaving with a giggle.
Weiss looks like she's about to blow as she leaves.
And that's the chapter. Some more fun for everyone, and plenty more to come. Keep the suggestions going if you want them to have a chance of coming onto the story. Until then, please Read and Review.