A/N Headpats and Headrushes!
Alt title: The one where Weiss is involved
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In case others missed the
Cyril is 5'8" and has yet to hit his final growth spurt
Weiss, is 4'11" and is past hers
Cyril, has yet to notice because he's never stood next to her while she's barefoot and she is always wearing heels that make her 5'3
Just, letting the people know.
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GideonBlackthorn: um, please clarify your first point.
2, I just like writing Cyril a lot right now. I wrote Kitsu for a year straight so I took a bit of a break.
3, very naughty.
GiantPsychoGecko: The range of Ruby's passive is roughly that of her hearing range. That doesn't mean if she gets deafened that her range shrinks though, it's just that the two are similar.
Rex-Mortuorum: Weiss has started a chain of events that team SLBR can't come back from.
Samejake: We are going to get more Thu'um. I just haven't found the best time to add them without them seeming slapped in.
Dio Genus: Perfect spatial awareness for a sniper, is something no one wants to face.
thebananameister21: I am, genuinely loosing track of who said what and when. So, um, no? Okay? Maybe?
Anyumaaka: Thing is, Weiss said Teammate, not Partner.
The Dancing leaf: I just saw it.
Weiss is the funnest to write currently.
Ruby can't be disorientated, period. Pain is just annoying. But so long as her aura holds, she will maintain perfect awareness of her sense of location.
Eseer: I fixed it. And yeah, she is.
Aaron Dawn: What is going on!?
And thank you.
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-Beacon, SLBR Dorm, 09/05, 10:15pm-
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Weiss Schnee POV
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"So, I guess this isn't what it looks like?" My heart stops as my teammate opens the door behind me.
"R-Ruby!" I stammer as I face the younger girl. "Wh-what are you doing up so late?"
"I was going to the bathroom." She says as she crosses her arms before looking me up and down. "So, what's this?"
My mind draws a blank as I rush to think of something. All the while, Ruby's hostility is slowly growing.
"I uh, this is, well, I was just seeing if this style suited me." I explain. "I feel my current wardrobe for sleep is getting to be rather constricting so I decided to, ascertain whether or not this would be a suitable change."
"Uh, huh." Ruby raises a brow, glowering down at me. Somehow being taller than me despite being two years my junior. "In the middle of the night?"
"I felt the setting would be appropriate for the scenario." I defend. "Night, night clothes. It's only suitable."
"Okay." Ruby nods. "And does Cyril know you're, borrowing his clothes to, test drive?"
"W-well I figure that what he wouldn't know wouldn't hurt him, and since he bought the clothes with money I gave him I-" I start stammering and thinking as fast as I can.
"Take them off." Ruby demands.
"W-what!?" I blush, covering my chest defensively.
"Take them off, and put them back." Ruby repeats, stepping closer.
"I-I, w-well, okay." I squeak. "Um, can you, go? So I can, um."
"No." Ruby says. "I need to make sure you don't do anything, degenerate while I'm not looking."
"H-how dare you!" I say, utterly scandalized at the insinuation as I back against the counter.
"What the hell is, Weiss?" Blake asks as I see her walk up behind Ruby. "What is, are those, Cyril's clothes?"
'Oh god above kill me now!' I beg to everything holy.
"This isn't, w-what it looks like?" I try.
"It looks like you stole Cyril's clothes and were getting ready to masturbate in them." Blake says with a glare.
"N-no it doesn't!" I stammer out.
"It totally does." Ruby says in a flat tone.
"I-I, how do you, no!" I defend. "I'm, just trying, a new style."
"Jeeze Weiss." Blake says in disgust before walking away. "Is this the thing you and Cyril have going on?"
"What?" Ruby asks with a glare.
"N-no!" I explain myself. "This is all a big misunderstanding I swear!"
"My partner is, okay." Blake sighs before walking away. "Next time just, find somewhere more private?"
"I did!" I defend. "No! Wait, I mean you've got it all wrong!"
"Looks like the stereotypes about the Atlesian upper class are true." Ruby mutters. "Come on, strip. We change in front of each other all the time just hurry up and I won't tell Cyril."
"U-um, well, I." I start muttering.
"Wait." Ruby says as she marches forward and tugs the hem of the neck to reveal my bare shoulder. " Weiss, you better be wearing a strapless bra."
"I-I, i-it's just." I start to try and explain that, it's just how the style is! It's not like Cyril wears a bra with this.
" Weiss." Ruby growls.
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Cyril Leon POV
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"Ruby! Stop!" Weiss shouts, waking me up.
"Just hold still!" Ruby demands. "Besides! This is the least you deserve!"
" This is uncalled for!" Weiss shouts.
Opening my eyes, I look up to see the bathroom door open, and the light on.
"What the hell is going on?" I mutter as I get up and walk over.
Stepping around the door, I see, Weiss and Ruby on the floor. Weiss in my clothes as Ruby pulls at the sweats and shirt. Sliding the sweats down to reveal her pale, smooth thighs. Her rear being covered by her cowering tail. The hem of her pale blue panties visible on her hip.
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I'm not dealing with this.
Back to bed for me.
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-Beacon, SLBR Dorm, 09/06, 7am-
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Waking up, I look around the room and see, Ruby and Blake glaring at Weiss. Who, looks absolutely mortified.
"What'd I miss?" I ask.
"Nothing!" Weiss shouts. "Ehem, I mean, nothing. We were just, discussing who takes a shower first this morning."
'That's a load of bull if I'd ever heard one but okay.' I think to myself.
"Well, how about I get the first shower?" I offer. "And you all can, do whatever it is you're actually doing."
"Sure, just don't take too long." Ruby says.
"Cool, just make sure my clothes don't go missing this time." I say as I go through my dresser.
"W-what are you talking about?" Weiss's voice cracks.
"Oh, just that I've been missing clothes recently, and they keep reappearing at random points." I shrug.
"How often?" Ruby asks in a light tone.
"Including my towel?" I say absentmindedly as I gather my things. "This is, the third time. Why?"
"No reason!" Ruby says cheerfully. "Have a nice shower and take as long as you want! The training room is booked for ten so, no rush!"
"Alright." I shrug, knowing that Weiss is about to be in for it.
Just wish I could hear it.
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-20 minutes later-
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Stepping out in my Hunter's clothes, my towel tossed behind me, I freeze in place as I take in the scene.
Ruby, is, spritzing Weiss with a water bottle. The white girl, ha, looking suitably mortified and humiliated. Red faced and all.
"Got it?" Ruby asks with her hands on her hips.
" Yes." Weiss moans sadly.
"Good." Ruby nods.
"Don't you think that's a bit demeaning?" Blake asks.
"Not at all!" Ruby says cheerfully. "It's what we'd do with my dog when he acted up, and my mom would do it to me when she caught me stealing cookies."
"Okay you see, that doesn't make it better." Blake protests. "It's a thing for animals. Not people."
"In my experience, there tends to be little difference between the two." I chime in as I go to sit at my bed.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Blake hisses out. Clearly taking offense to my statement.
"Hey!" Ruby says as she aims the bottle and spritzes Blake. "No! Bad!"
"What the hell did I do!?" Blake complains. "He literally just called-"
"No." Ruby says as she spritzes her again. "You know what you were doing."
"Fine!" Blake relents as she rubs the water off of her face. "I get it!"
"Pfft!" I start laughing at the absurdity. "Go easy on her Ruby! We know how cats-"
I flinch as Ruby petals in front of me and spritzes me in the face.
"No!" She says. "Bad! Be better!"
Taking a moment to register. Thinking and contemplating what just happened.
"You know what?" I say as I wipe my eyes. "Fair."
"I'm glad we agree." Ruby nods confidently.
Seeing her all confident and proud. I can't not mess with her.
"You're cute when you take charge." I say as I lean over and rest my head on my fist. "You know that?"
Ruby drops the spray bottle as her face heats up. Eyes wide and ears back.
"Aibeh beh ba tyu aaaaah!" She stammers as she petals and reforms, holding the bottle again, this time with both hands. She proceeds to furiously spritz me.
"Hey! Hey!" I flinch back as she soaks me. "What's this for!?"
"For being stupid!" She yells as she empties the bottle on me. Leaving my face, shoulders, and neck soaked.
It's just then that we hear a knock on the door.
"I got it." Blake says as she walks over and answers the door.
"I still feel that was a bit much." I accuse as I stare Ruby down.
"If anything, it wasn't enough!" She pouts, crossing her arms and looking away from me. "Every one in this room needs to cool off."
"Everyone includes you." I point out mischievously. "And you're looking awfully hot with how red you are."
Her face somehow reddens more as she petals away to her bed, grabs her pillow, and petals into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind her before screaming. The muffled sounds heard through the door causing me to laugh my ass off. I can even hear the pats of her stomping her feet.
"Hey!" Blake calls out, gaining my attention.
Looking to her, I calm down as she steps aside to reveal a fully armored and combat ready Pyrrha.
"Hello again." She says before looking about the room. Spotting a half soaked me, an admonished and withdrawn Weiss, an irritated Blake, and the tapering out, embarrassed screams of one Ruby coming from the bathroom. "Is this, a bad time perhaps?"
"Not really." I say as I get up with an amused smile. "Just a weird one. What can I do ya for?"
She looks, less than convinced at my statement as she looks to Weiss. Who refuses to look anyone in the eye, instead staring at the floor.
"If you say so." She says slowly before looking back to me. "Cyril, I would like to request a match."
It, takes a few seconds for that to register in my mind. As, well, this girl is top of our class in combat. And, the prospect of her seeking me out for a fight is a bit odd to me.
"May I ask why?" I say numbly.
"Simply put." She starts. "Believe it or not, the fight between Jaune and I, and You and Ruby was the closest match I've had since I was eleven. And that was against a man five years my senior. My team has made it apparent that, the underhanded tactics you used are common place outside of official matches. And I would like to ensure I'm capable of defending against such tactics before someone manages to best me with them."
See kids? This is the attitude of a winner. She saw a flaw in her methods, and after a bit of brooding, she seeks to fix it!
"Sure." I shrug. "I wouldn't mind a match later."
"Actually I was hoping we could do this now." She says with a strained smile.
"Now?" I ask, confused. "As in, now now?"
"No time like the present!" She says impatiently with a smile. "I already have a training room booked for eight so if you wouldn't mind I'd like to make use of it."
"He accepts." Blake says, stepping in front of me. "Don't worry! We'll make sure he gets there on time."
Before I can object, she closes the door.
Everything as silent as Blake turns around to smile at me with a shit eating grin.
"I'm going to make you regret that." I glare at her.
"Will that be before or after the ass kicking?" She challenges with a confident smirk.
Just as she says this. Ruby steps out of the bathroom.
"Are you guys still fighting?" She moans. "I stepped away for like, two minutes."
"Blake set me up with Pyrrha." I say as I cross my arms.
"Wut?" Ruby says plainly.
"Pyrrha just came to our door after-" Blake turns to Ruby to explain herself before stopping. "Uh, Ruby?"
Taking my eyes off the trash cat, I turn to Ruby and. Holy shit is that intimidating. Ruby is staring Blake down, the shine in her silver eyes acting up a bit. Causing them to glow a bit as Ruby stares daggers into Blake.
"Um, Ruby?" I ask hesitantly.
"I am trying my, darndest to keep this team together!" She raises her voice as she stomps her foot cutely. "And now I find you trying to tear it apart by using my partner as some sort of prostitute!?"
Okay, something got seriously lost in translation here.
And I'm all for it!
"Ruby it's not like that!" Blake says quickly as she puts her hands out to defend herself. "Pyrrha came by-"
Ruby disappears and reappears seconds later with the bottle now filled back up. And goes after Blake.
"Ruby! Ruby stop it!" Blake screams as she uses her shadow clones to evade Ruby.
"Accept your fate!" Ruby yells as she spritzes Blake after cornering her.
"A fight!" Blake shouts as she covers her face. "I set up a fight! Not a date!"
"Oh." Ruby says as she stops, backing up as though nothing happened. "Why didn't you say so sooner?"
"What!?" Blake asks indignantly "Because you-"
"Yeah Blake." I cut her off with a shit eating grin. "You really should have clarified. This is on you."
"You, argh!" She shouts as she gets up and stomps towards the bathroom.
Looking down to the wolf Faunus at my side. I smile at her as she looks up at me.
"What?" She asks with a tilt of her head.
I place a hand on her head. Earning a blush as I rub between her ears.
"Nothing." I say as I take my hand back and walk towards my bed.
Turning back to face Weiss, who's been oddly quiet the whole time. I speak up.
"Oh yeah, and if it makes you feel better." I say, earning her attention as she looks to me with ears perked up. "You looked cute in my tee shirt."
I hold back a laugh as her face reddens and her eyes widen.
"H-how d-did-" She stutters out.
"You and Ruby were very loud, and the bathroom door was wide open." I answer.
"I, hi, hi." Weiss starts breathing heavily, looking as though she's about to cry.
And, making me feel like a dick. Almost. It was my clothes she took after all.
"Okay stop!" I say as I walk over to her and put a hand on her head well, her heavy breathing calming down some as she eeps. Acting like I hit the reset button. "Breathe. You good?"
She nods her head under my hand.
"Good." I say and take my hand off her head. "Just promise to stop stealing my clothes, and I'll leave you alone about it. Deal?"
She doesn't say anything further, looking back to the floor instead. Putting my hand back on her head, I reiterate.
"Deal?" I ask again, earning a nod from her.
I take my hand away, only for her to grab it and hold it to her head.
"Um?" I intone questioningly.
"Y-your hand is warm." She stutters with a blush. "That's all."
Looking back to Ruby, who watched the whole thing. I raise a brow, asking what to do.
She just shrugs before giving me a thumbs up and a smile.
Looking back to the white haired girl looking up at me with a blush. I sigh, rolling my eyes as I rub her head.
I guess it's headpats for everyone today. Everyone except Blake. Blake can get face smacks.
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-Training room 6, 09/06, 7:50am-
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Walking into the room, the rest of my team behind me. I sigh as I notice Pyrrha's team is already making use of the place. She's in the corner with a chain swinging from the ceiling, stabbing her sword through the eyes of the chain links.
Her team is also training. Though not in full combat gear. Ren is on a pommel horse, making the Sole Survivor look like an amateur. At one point holding himself fully lateral with one hand.
While Nora is doing push up claps with sand bags on her back.
Jaune, is wearing a weighted vest while in front of a ball thrower, blocking with his shield while, wearing an eyepatch?
"Hey Cyril." Jaune says with a nod as he notices me. "One sec!"
The last ball shoots out and slams into his shield before he turns to me. Collapsing said shield into a sheath and resting it at his belt.
He waves to me and I walk over to him.
"Hey, sorry about this." He says. "I know you probably weren't expecting Pyrrha to challenge you to a fight after all that's happened."
"Yeah, what's up with that?" I ask as I cross my arms. "If it were just training against dirty tricks, then couldn't any of you do so?"
"It's because-" He's cut off by a ball slamming into his side, causing him to hold the offended spot. "Ooohh."
"Always be on your guard soldier!" Nora shouts, having dropped another ball in the thrower while we weren't looking.
" Oh, that's on me." Jaune groans while holding his side. "Should've been watching Nora."
"You good?" I ask the guy, stepping back from a ball that soars past where my head would've been.
"Better!" Nora shouts.
"I'll be fine." He groans, standing straight again. "Ugh, the reason, is because you're the one who almost beat her." He huffs while opening his shield and blocking another ball.
"So, this is less training and more-" I pause, moving aside to avoid a ball.
"Pyrrha's, very competitive." Jaune says.
"Lovely." I mutter.
"Cyril!" Pyrrha calls out, having noticed me.
She stops her own training in order to jog over to us. Bringing her shield up to block a ball as Nora kicks the machine to aim at her.
"Nora." Jaune sighs as he takes his eyepatch off. "Come on."
"Constant vigilance!" She shouts as the machine turns off. "Aww, it timed out."
While Jaune goes to deal with that, Pyrrha approaches me.
"Thank you again for agreeing to this match." She says with, a bit of something in her tone. Not sure what.
"Yeah, I was happy to." I say as I turn to glare at Blake, who has set up on a bench.
She smiles and waves.
"Shall we get ready?" She asks. "We just need to put the equipment up and we can get started!"
"Sure, sooner we get this over with." I shrug.
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-10 minutes later-
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Ruby Rose POV
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'Oh this is so exciting!' I think as I watch the two fighters talk and connect their scrolls to track their aura.
Pulling up my scroll, I prepare to help keep track. The scrolls will blare an alarm whenever one of them hits red, but you can never be too sure!
"Who do you think is gonna win!?" The bubbly Nora asks as she plops down next to me.
"Pyrrha obviously." Blake chimes in.
"Hey!" I say in defense of my partner. "Cyril could win!"
"Ruby." Weiss says plainly. "As much as I support your partner, Cyril is facing the reigning champion of Mistral's arena. And Cyril has two weeks of combat experience."
"Wait what?" Jaune asks, leaning forward from his end of the bench to talk to us. "What do you mean a week?"
"Almost three!" I defend. "Besides, he's catching up fast!"
"If that's true, then Cyril must be a prodigy." Ren says.
"His passive allows him to think faster than most." Weiss explains. "It keeps him from panicking and allows him to think clearly in the middle of a fight."
"Argh!" Cyril coughs. "It tastes like battery acid!"
Looking up, I see him wiping his mouth with an arm, while holding a can of Grimm energy drink in the other.
"It's berry." Pyrrha says dejectedly while reaching out for it. "If you don't like it I can-"
"No!" Cyril says, chugging more of it. "It's mine now!"
"Hey I want some!" Nora says as she stands up.
"No!/ No!" Jaune and Ren say as Jaune gets in front of her and Ren pulls her shoulder to sit her back down.
"You guys never let me have any fun." Nora pouts.
"Shh!" Blake says as she leans forward. "They're about to start."
Cyril and Pyrrha take opposite ends of the floor. Pyrrha with her shield up and beautiful sword brandish. The seams of the solid outer layer almost invisible from a distance. You'd never guess it was mechashift.
Cyril has his axes out, lazily at his sides. Tapping his heel impatiently. Like, really fast. Now he's switch to the other heel.
"Is, Cyril alright?" Weiss asks.
"He's probably scared." Blake says.
"Don't make me get the water bottle." Weiss whispers with a glare.
" Can someone call us?!" Cyril yells.
Pyrrha rushes Cyril as he looks to us. Cyril meanwhile, steps back and hooks his bearded axe on her shield, pulling her forward as he brings his other axe up and shoots her in the side of the head! Knocking her over as she rolls and stumbles to get back up.
Cyril does not let her. Rushing after her, he stomps her back. Forcing her back down as he aims again.
Only for the gun to jam on him! That's not possible! I made it! No way would one of my babies jam! I call sabotage!
Though, this seems to irritate him as much as me. Seeing as he brings the axe down on her head. Only for her to throw him off, pushing up and rolling out of the way. Making Cyril stumble as he misses.
Pyrrha manages to get back to her feet and charge Cyril as he recovers. Shield bashing him in the face and knocking him back. But, at some point he distended the chain on his axes, letting it dangle from his bracer as he grabs her shield and pulls it with him. Holding him up as she refuses to fall with him.
He then sucker punches her with his left hand as she slashes his side. His axe swinging around and wrapping around the back of her neck. Before Cyril grabs the handle and pulls. While using his right hand to push the shield. Bashing her head, into the back of her own shield.
He then twists and throws Pyrrha to the ground. Keeping a hold of her shield and ripping it from her grasp.
He goes to stomp her head before she rolls away, while Cyril holsters his left axe, and dons her shield. Transforming his right axe to its khopesh form.
"What the fuck am I watching?" Blake asks as Cyril starts laughing.
"I know what's going on." Ren groans into his hands.
"What?" I ask, concerned for my partner as he charges at Pyrrha.
"He's hyped up on Pyrrha's energy drink." Jaune sighs.
"I have found a kindred spirit!" Nora jumps up and cheers.
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Cyril Leon POV
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I knew it was a bad idea. But I thought, new body, new metabolism right.
"I just went from Eivor Wolf-Kissed, to Bayek of Siwa!" I laugh at the absurdity.
Nope! I still get too hyped up on energy drinks. Not that I really care. Cause honestly? This is fun!
"You stole my shield!" Pyrrha glares.
"You want it?" I taunt with a grin as I open my arms, gesturing her to come at me. " Come get it."
'Ooh! Pyrrha got pissy!' I think as she charges me with sword in hand. I bring the shield up to bash her, same as she did me.
Only she ducks, right into my my as I activate my semblance, because I expected her to duck. I quickly bring the shield back down, trapping her head between. With the shield on her neck and my knee on her chin.
I punch her in the face as she stabs the leg not up and holding her. She gets pushed back, lessening the force of a blow that would've knocked me over.
"Come on!" I taunt as I cut off my semblance. "Make this a challenge for me! I'm over here having fun!"
She wanted dirty? I'm giving nothing but.
Problem with her is, all of her techniques are effective, but showy. She's a gladiator, a showmen. She's a good fighter that's for sure. But against someone without a sense of sportsmanship for fighting?
Taunting, disarming, dirt in the eye. She has no experience in dealing with any of this.
I charge her as she reels back, stumbling to the ground, she rolls away from a stab. Transforming her sword to its spear, she stabs me in the face. I activate my semblance as I bring up her shield to deflect the hit, using the overextension to step inside her guard.
Her eyes widen in disbelief as I feel my khopesh resist my swing. Her semblance at work. So-
I spit in her eyes.
What? My hands are full, and she wants a dirty fight.
My sword no longer resisting me as I swing into her side. Getting a solid hit as I switch it to a pick, bring it up and chop down.
Sliding the blade between her boobs, hooking into her armor. I yank her forward and headbutt the shit out of her as hard as I can.
The match ends as our scrolls go off.
"Aww come on!" I shout in protest as I take my weapon back. Irritated as it was just getting good.
I shrug the shield off and toss it to the ground. More than a little pissed at having my rush cut off.
"Anyone else?!" I challenge as I turn around.
Ren has to hold Nora down as she jumps up. And I feel my irritation peak as my blood keeps pumping, but I have nothing to do.
Only Pyrrha was in full gear, and I feel my adrenaline high run down. Pacing back forth, I breathe as I calm myself down.
"Chill out Cyril." I tell myself. "Calm down."
"That, was despicable." Pyrrha grits out as she gets up, red faced and glaring. "You spit in my eye! And you shoved your blade in my chest!"
"Yeah, I did." I shrug. "Luckily you had your aura up, huh?"
"That's no excuse for such degenerate behavior!" She shouts as she gets up.
"Okay lady. "I chuckle, feeling my blood run hot again. "You wanted a dirty fight, you got it!"
That doesn't calm her. In fact, it only makes her worse.
"I should at least expect a bit of respect or decency!" She huffs.
"You'll only get that from Hunters." I grit out. "That armor is nice and shiny, but unless you like getting fishhooked in the middle of a fight, then upgrade it. This isn't the arena, you won't find any rules except those that help you win."
"You sound like my uncle." Ruby spooks the shit out of me.
"Holy shit!" I jump. "Where'd you come from!?"
"I, walked, from the bench." Ruby says before pointing to my other side. "Same as Weiss."
Turning on my heel, I'm face to, well ears, with Weiss.
This is why I avoid energy drinks. Sure the rush is nice, but I get so irritable and narrow sighted when I'm not doing anything.
"I need a nap." I sigh into my hand. "Let this energy drink run out of my system."
Turning back to the entrance, I notice Blake staring at me, wide eyed and slightly red faced. While Nora is still trying to break free of Ren's grasp. I don't think Nora is actually trying to escape though, she's just being dramatic. Otherwise I doubt Ren could hold Nora down.
"What?" I ask the trash cat.
She shakes her head and refuses to say anything, and I just leave.
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Weiss Schnee POV
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"He is right you know." Ruby says to Pyrrha, who merely sighs while crossing her arms.
"That was the first time I ever lost a fight in the better half of a decade." Pyrrha says
It was brutal. The more the fight went on, the more, unhinged and manic Cyril got.
"If it's any consolation!" Ruby says as she pulls up her scroll. "You only lost by, um, well that's not important! What is important is that you learn from this and become a better Huntress!"
I sigh as I cover my face with one hand.
"Ruby." I groan. "That's not the issue here."
"Then what is?" Ruby asks, tilting her head curiously.
"I, don't like losing." Pyrrha admits. "At all. And to lose to such underhanded tactics? He stole my shield and copied my techniques!"
That, was a bit odd. He copied her stance and adapted it almost instantly. Adding a, bit of a feral touch to it.
A far cry from the gentle hand he showed not an hour ago.
'Don't think about that now!' I admonish myself. 'His hand was warm and you were cold from the water Ruby sprayed you with! Nothing else!'
"So, we're never giving Cyril energy drinks, right?" I ask Ruby.
"Hmm, not unless we need to." She says evenly.
"Why would we, wait, where'd he go?" I ask as I look back after noticing him gone in my peripherals.
"I think he went back to the room to calm down." Ruby shrugs.
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-ten minutes later, SLBR Dorm-
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Cyril Leon POV
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Oh my muscles are sore! I moved too fast too quickly. Didn't give my muscles any time to warm up.
Here's hoping aura helps with that as well.
It's as I think this that I hear the door to the dorm click open. Looking back behind me, I'm sat at the window desk, I see Weiss walk in.
"Sup?" I ask the girl.
"Nothing much." She says as she walks over to me. "Just checking in to insure your well being. You were, quite irate when you left."
"Yeah I'm fine now." I wave, looking back out the window. "I just get like that anytime I have too much caffeine at once. I wasn't upset or anything. I just get impatient."
"Then why'd you accept the energy drink?" Weiss asks. "If they do that to you."
"I don't know." I sigh. "It's been a while since I last had one and I thought that maybe I'd grown out of it. So when Pyrrha offered me one, I thought, what could it hurt?"
And made a complete ass of myself in the process.
"If it makes you feel better." Weiss says. "Only Pyrrha is upset, and it's just because she lost."
"Well, she can always try again." I say, before quickly adding. "But that does make me feel better, thank you."
Weiss preens at the appreciation. Looking haughty and smug as she smirks.
"It is not a problem." She says proudly. "Merely- eep!"
She squeaks as I raise my hand up and place it on her head to give her pats. Face going red as her tail poofs up.
"W-what do you believe you're doing!?" She demands indignantly.
"Head pats." I say smugly as I continue to rub her head.
"You don't just do that without permission!" She huffs, but doesn't stop me.
"Sorry." I say not sorry. "I'll stop then."
"Well it's too late now." She mutters before picking up her prideful tone again. "The damage is already done."
"Is it now?" I challenge with a smirk.
"It is." She reaffirms with a nod, not looking me in the eye.
"Okay then." I placate the tsundere.
I stay here and continue to rub her head for a few more moments. Before she moves closer to me. And closer, and sits on my knee.
"Um?" I ask as she plants herself down.
"M-my legs were getting tired!" She defends. "And, this is the only place to sit nearby so."
"There's four beds and an extra chair at the other desk." I point out. "And the desk itself."
She doesn't dignify that with any immediate response. Instead just blushing harder as she scoots further into my lap. Sitting back straight, knees together, hands on her knees.
"You're closer." She says as her tail presses to my waist. "And, warmer. That's all."
She looks incredibly nervous. As in, she honestly looks like she might cry if I toss her off or try to make fun of her for this. So, I sigh and let her stay. Resolving to just, throw her under the bus if Ruby or Blake walks in.
'Hang on.' I think as I notice something.
Ruby's eyes meet my chin when standing, and my forehead when we sit. Weiss's eyes meet my chin when standing. But in my lap, while sitting up straight, I can still see over her head.
Something isn't adding up.
"Y-you know." Weiss starts uncertainly. "I'm, grateful you, forgave my transgression."
'You mean stealing and wearing my clothes?' I think but don't say, interested in where this is going.
"If there is, something you'd like to do, or request of me." She says. "I'd, not be adverse to hearing you out."
Okay, not sure where that came from or where she expects this to go. But, I have my in.
"Anything?" I ask.
"Within reason!" She clarifies. "And I promise to hear you out, nothing more beyond that."
"Okay, then, how about this." I start as she looks back at me almost, expectantly? "Stand up and take your heels off."
Time to see how tall she is.
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Bonus
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Remnant culture: Atlas, Qrow edition
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Atlas eh? Well I can tell you two things for certain, place's cold as shit, and rife with hidden threats. And I'm not just talking about the weather.
See, the people of Atlas lived most of their lives protected from the Grimm threat. So they don't take it seriously. And that leads to some, friction between them, and the other kingdoms.
See they don't get out much. Staying in their own little safe space in the snowbanks. They only came poking out of their northern hidey hole when they burnt through most of their easiest to reach goodies. Dust, timber, metal, that stuff. Forcing their way out to the wider world, when they had the superior tech, really inflated their ego. Something they hold to this day.
Atlas, every thing is cold. The weather, the politics, the friendships.
Even their women are cold. Well, at least at first. Don't know what it is about them, maybe they're touch starved or maybe it's the constant restraint, but get'em going and the ladies of the upper class, get wild.
First time I've ever had to tap out was with the third daughter of an Atlesian nobleman. Really humbled me.
They're as two faced as you get. Always saying one thing, while doing another. Even when it was Mantle. The government pushed uniformity and a suppression of expression, but that didn't apply to the elite who would still hold banquets, art auctions, balls, you name it. The upper class flaunted it to each other while presenting themselves as models of stoicism to the rest of the world. Even their own people.
The upper class, the one percent, holds about forty percent of the wealth in Atlas. Another forty is held by the government. And the rest is flowing freely in the populace. Though, it's not all bad. The government does put that money to decent use. So it's more like, the military holds twenty percent, and the people hold twenty percent, and there's an extra twenty that gets shared between the two. It's not perfect, nothing is, but they make it work.
Their Huntsmen are one half joke, one half badass. See, every kingdom believes that the Huntsmen should be kept separate from any military, with the exception of war drafts, Huntsmen target threats to the people, not the kingdom. Not Atlas. They believe that a Hunter's first responsibility is to their kingdom's people first. And they heavily push this ideal on their trainees. No one is forced into military service, but uh, let's just say the syllabus and supplies list non-enlistees is, slim, when compared to those who agree to enlist after graduation.
You'll hardly find a Hunter from Atlas, outside of Atlas because of this. And you'll hardly find a Hunter from any other kingdom inside Atlas either. They're, skittish like that.
Funnily enough, when you compare the Atlesians to the Billi clan, you get some, interesting similarities. Funnily enough, one of those similarities, is that they'd both sooner gut themselves than admit to be alike.
Funny, often times those who fight the hardest, are the ones most alike.
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A/N
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The only reason Pyrrha lost, is because she was holding back due to bad habits. It was stated in a previous bonus on Mistral's culture, that they have a strong emphasis on honorable fighting. Which is one of the key factors lending to Anima's bandit problem.
Pyrrha, has showmanship and fair fighting ingrained into her. While Cyril's step dad taught him basic self defense and ingrained into him that there's no such thing as a fair fight.
If Pyrrha would just stop trying to hide her semblance, Cyril wouldn't stand a chance.
It's because she's used to putting on a show, that she struggled against a caffeinated Cyril who was throwing caution to the wind. Never allowing her to recover enough to plan anything.
Cyril is just below Jaune when it comes to aura capacity. So he could afford to get risky with Pyrrha. Against say, Ruby or Nora, he would've lost.
If course he could spam the Thu'um. But to a caffienated Cyril, that's no fun!
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Also, remember what I said about Cyril unconsciously memorizing the techniques of those he sees while using his sharingan? That's how he wielded Pyrrha's shield with no issue.
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And in case it wasn't obvious, Weiss is touch starved.
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In sheer combat capability of the first years, it would go
Pyrrha at First
Ruby at Second
Weiss at third
Nora and Cyril tied for fourth
Jaune and Ren tied for fifth
Cardin and Blake tied for sixth
Dove at seventh
Russel and Sky tied for eighth
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Cyril, could beat anyone except Ruby, and maybe Weiss. He just finds himself easily outclassed by close range opponents with superior speed.
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