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"I must say, flirting was faaar less destructive in my day."
"In your day?! Ozpin, they totaled the cafeteria!"
"Ah, but no one died now, did they?"
"Well, no sir, they didn't but...
"Excellent! All is well~!"
~Ozpin & Glynda.
Just a Little Foodfight
Chaos took the Cafeteria.
Yang absolutely reveled in the madness; every bit of it!
Yes! Let chaos take the world! Let chaos! Take!THE WORLD!
Battle lines were drawn, food flew left right and center, and the bodies of the fallen were left where they lay stained in ignominious defeat. The lucky ones fled at the first sign of trouble; the unlucky ones had been, quite literally, pelted into submission until they could no longer stand, with more than a few transfer students besides.
The remnants of Team CRDL, such as they were, already lay among them; decimated to a man. To be perfectly fair, bastards it coming to begin with, but after their leader's selfish stunt with Velvet, the subsequent beating that followed at Jaune's hands -loved that-! and the pies they had thrown, the trio were targeted by everyone with extreme prejudice and wiped out.
That should've been the end of it; on any other day, it would have.
There was just one tiiiiiiny little problem.
Yang didn't wanna stop there.
Naturally, neither did Team JNPR; their blood was up and Nora was ready for round two.
Also another problem!
Team RWBY was down a member. Weiss had already stormed off in a fit after Arc tore her a new one.
Which Yang didn't really blame him for; nobody liked a bitch, and Weiss could be a royal pain in the panties sometimes. Problem was, that was the only way she knew how to be outside of their dorm. Her old man was to blame for that. It had taken ages for the rest of team RBY to wear down her edges and melt her frozen heart.
Weiss was wonderful. Until she wasn't. But that wasn't her fault. Her upbringing was to blame for that and it had caused them all no end of trouble in the beginning, first with Ruby, especially with Blake, even her to a lesser extend before she smacked some sense into her. They always made up afterward, and RWBY had become stronger for it.
Jaune...not so much.
Arc drove her up the wall and into the ceiling. He fought back, he argued and he dug his heels in, either missing her cues or just blundering right through them in his own affable way. Weiss wasn't used to that. Wasn't used to him. And maybe that was a good thing. She needed someone to push her, force her out of her comfort zone, draw her out her shell. It was actually kinda cute watching Weiss-cream get so worked up, listening to her rants, seeing her sketch up all sorts of plans to beat him in the arena.
Not many people liked a Tsundere these days. Yandere's were all the rage apparently. The odd Kuudere like Blake was pretty cool too, though.
Heh! Puns! She still had it!
Still, Arc had never once shouted at Weiss like this, never forced her to flee.
So yeah, missing a body and gearing up for round two. Not good.
Sure they had Penny, but who knew whose side she was on?
Technically speaking, JNPR was also down a member since Pyrrha was out cold from her less-than-nocturnal activities, but a quick whispered word from Jaune in said redhead's ear had P-money jolting upright off the table with wide eyes and the biggest smile.
Dang. Really needed to get herself a piece of whatever she was having.
He must be packing something, she hadn't seen anyone manhandle Cardin like that in forever.
Blake would understand.
Heck, she might help!
A small hand tugged her sleeve, Ruby reminding her where they were.
Ooops...?
While she'd been distracted, the enemy team soon had erected a towering of tables and vending machine piled high. Nora planted herself atop them, hands on her hips, laughing maniacally.
"Hahaha~! I'm queen of the castle~! I'm queen of the castle~!"
Yeeeaaaah no. There could be the one queen of this castle and it was her!
Naturally, Ruby didn't take that one laying down; baby sis never liked being the underdog.
"Justice will be swift! It will be painful!" She crushed a milk carton in one fist -aiyeeeee so adorable!- and brandished it at Nora like a torch. "It will be delicious!"
Yang pumped her fist, cheering alongside Blake and Penny. Blake because she could and Penny because she was well...Penny. Pretty sure she didn't understand what was going on here. No telling if she was on their side or if she'd just jump them the second Jaune asked her to.
Nora, naturally, did was Nora was wont to do:
"Off with their heads~!"
And so it went.
They were exposed out here, and none of them with their weapons, she needed some armaments, some thing to fight with, something to...
.
..
...what do we have here~?'
Yang spied a pair of freshly cooked turkeys nearby, strewn across the floor, forgotten by the cooks as they fled. Nobody would be eating those. Waaay past the five minute rule.
A mad idea dawned and in typical Xiao-Long fashion she pounced on it. Or rather, them.
Meh, they were no Ember Celica, but they would do in a pinch.
Tumbling forward, she snatched them up, sheathing her fists to the wrists in them as one might a pair of particularly large boxing gloves and slapped them together with a merry grin. Hey, safety first, right? Didn't wanna break anybody's bones by accident. Her impromptu "gloves" were as much for her safety as theirs.
Blake laughed incredulously, balking at her choice of tool. "What are you doing?!
"What?" she shrugged a shoulder, "I needed a weapon."
"Your fists are your weapons!"
"Yeah, but I don't wanna break P-money's pretty face."
Pyrrha glared at her, green eyes gaming as she hefted a cafeteria tray like a shield, brandishing breadstick in hand. "Is that so?"
"Gulp." she audibly said the word, sliding back a bit. "Hey, ah, Blake, might wanna get yourself a String of salami or something before she turns me inside out."
Jaune crossed both arms before his chest and actually had the gall to look a little smug, for perhaps the first time in his life. It was a good look for him. "You do realize you're hopelessly outnumbered, right?"
All eyes turned towards Team RWBY, more actively, towards her, since she'd been the one to start this shindig.
It was blood in the water.
Ruby giggled anxiously. "Uh? Penny? A little help?"
The gullible girl saluted. "Understood! Exterminating the enemy! with extreme prejudice!"
"Wait, what-
Nora squawked as a spinning tray caught her on the chin and sent her crashing down from her high perch. Penny dove after her, somehow caught her fellow ginger in midair and suplexed her facefist into the floor, sending foot and drink flying in every direction.
Meh. Aura. She would be fine.
Penny paused and pivoted to face them, hands clasped behind her back, head tilted. "Did I win?"
Blake shook her head and heaved a sigh. "You're actually insane...
Jaune facepalmed. "Penny, why...
Yang joined him. "Nice enthusiasm, but you're supposed to use food during a foodfight!
"I am...?"
Ruby flung up her arms. "Now do you see what I have to deal with?!"
Nora burst to her feet behind Penny and brained her with a watermelon, sending the Atlesian girl tumbling into a table.
"Treachery in my kingdom! This means war! To arms!"
That was the cue for all hell to break loose.
Jaune whipped a watermelon at Ruby, who darted away with a shriek, to which he immediately gave chase.
Blake made to pursue since she was closer, only for Pyrrha to intercept her, forcing her to fumble for a pair of breadsticks -yeah, actual breadsticks and how stale did those have to be to take a hit like that- and frantically fight her off as best she could. A frantic melee followed.
Which left-
Ren hit her from the side, armed, with a pair of leeks of all things. Wasn't half bad with 'em. He actually managed to get a good hit in and rock her jaw before she countered. A quick one-two-three jab pushed him back on the defensive, and she pressed her advantage ruthlessly, driving him back.
Didn't last. He realized he was outmatched and gave ground, not letting her get a knockout blow in.
Things weren't looking good, they were on the back foot; Jaune was fast than Ruby and absolutely manhandling her in the background, Blake was already down to Pyrrha. Penny and Noah were trading trays and cans like yesterday's news and wait she'd lost track of Pyrrha-
A breadstick smacked the back of her head, making her see stars.
Nevermind.
Ren capitalized on the opening and dove in, attacking her legs, forcing her to block with a high kick and accidentally flash him; she realized it too late. Heat speared through her cheeks, but the momentary distraction gave Pyrrha all the time in the world to hammer her from the right, which left her out of position against Pyrrha, who, naturally took full advantage. The second she turned to deal with her, Ren jumped in again, driving a leek into her unprotected back, followed by her knee, pissing her off all the more.
Rounding on him, she got a breadstick to the face for her trouble.
Pyrrha's smile was a little apologetic; but that didn't stop her from beating the absolute tar outta her.
Now, Yang knew she was good, but she wasn't that good; whenever she turned to attack one, she found herself getting flanked to heck and back, with no chance to counter attack. Her semblance didn't mean a thing if she didn't have a chance to use it, and they weren't giving her that chance, whittling her down with sharp strikes to keep her from using it.
This wasn't what she had in mind when she imagined getting double teamed!
Was Team JNPR really that much stronger than them?
Shit. She'd need to up her training.
She hadn't realized the gap was this large, or that there even was one to begin with. Jaune was strong, she got that, so was Pyrrha, but she'd thought she could easily dominate Nora or Ren at the least. That she wasn't stung just a little. He and Pyrrha were picking her apart. She'd gotten sloppy.
Better to realize it here than out in the field.
'Well, I guess we lose this round-
The cafeteria doors burst open in a shower of ice and frozen ketchup, launching Pyrrha and Ren away from her.
Waitaminute.
Ice?
Yang spied a familiar head of food-stained white hair in the chaos and practically cackled. "Perfect timing Weiss-cream~!"
Ruby offered a ragged cheer as she narrowly evaded a tray flung by Jaune. "Weiss! You came back!"
Blake raised a fist where she lay on the floor. "Yay...
Weiss ignored all three of them. Food was spattered across uniform, her face carved from stone, she only had eyes for one opponent.
"ARC!"
She launched herself at Jaune and tackled him, screaming like a banshee.
"TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!"
He kicked her off and backpedaled out of sheer self-preservation; that gave Ruby a chance to beat feet and go for Pyrrha; which bought her time to engage an equally distracted Ren.
One-on-one, he didn't stand a chance; she got another combo in, finishing it with an uppercut to launch him into the air. She leaped after him, ignoring the leeks he threw at her like a pair of shuriken, and drove a turkey-clad fist into his back. Momentum did the rest, smashed him into the ground. She landed on his back to make sure he stayed there and cocked a turkey-clad fist.
"Sorry, Renny." she laughed. "Nothin' personal-
"HANDS OFF MY MAN!"
"...?!"
Nora dive-bombed her before she could finish him; somehow she'd broken off from Penny, gotten ahold of a metal pole and jammed a watermelon into it, creating a crude hammer of sorts. Said hammer whirled her way, forcing a backstep before she could smash her with it. She eyed the crater left in her wake warily.
Yang went for her.
The ginger clearly had more reach but she knew she was slower, just had to get that first critical hit in and she'd win.
Yang lunged.
Nora met her halfway.
Hammer down, Yang up.
Hold on...why was she in the air?
Nora hit her so hard the watermelon burst, but that didn't matter; because momentum did the rest, smacking her clean out her shoes.
Yang hit the ceiling.
The ceiling broke.
She kept going.
(.0.0.0.)
"Die and be reborn as a slug!"
As far as insults went, he'd heard better.
Jaune swayed back with an impatient sigh, idly warding a dented metal tray before his face with one hand as Weiss tried to stab his eyes out for what felt like the umpteenth time. With each successful deflection -not a proper parry, there was a difference since he didn't attack back- she screamed bloody murder and redoubled her efforts to end him.
Weiss was angry, but anger as he well knew, made you sloppy. All the strength in the world didn't matter if you weren't fast enough to hit your opponent, and in her current state, Weiss couldn't hit the broad side of a barn, much less a proper opponent.
Better yet, he could read her like a book.
She alone had her weapon, for what little good it did her. It was a simple matter to slap Myrtenaster aside and disarm her, but when he did, she snatched up a swordfish instead- an honest to goodness frozen fish!- from the floor and began using that in her lost weapon's stead.
She could've used dust or her glyphs, could've summoned Grimm to impede him; could've done any number of things; but she didn't; she was just that angry.
It was almost sad, really.
"This is all your fault!"
"Me?!" he scoffed a laugh as he nudged the beak of her swordfish aside, sending the frozen fish well wide with his aura. "What did I do?"
"You were born!"
Such a cliche insult! He didn't mean to laugh at her; really, he didn't; but the moment he did, Weiss went berserk.
"How nice it must be!" She gave chase, gnashing her teeth furiously as she stabbed at him again and again and again, to no avail. "To be born with power! To have no expectations placed upon you from birth! To simply be a normal person!"
He perked up. "You think I'm normal?"
"I think you're a dense oaf and a buffoon who doesn't treasure what he has!"
Jaune opened his mouth to argue; paused now, considering what she'd just said.
Maybe...just maybe...she had a point about that last bit.
Weiss struck while he was distracted and managed to score a blow on his chest. His aura turned it aside, but she cried out in triumph regardless, the act of which snapped him back to reality. He evaded the flowering flurry of strikes that followed. Step in, step out, sway left, right duck, avoid the very pointy swordfish that was currently trying to poke out his eyes aaaand...
"You don't know what its like! From the moment I was born, I had to be perfect! In everything! What I said, what I did, who I saw-
There~!
Taking pity on the heiress, he stomped down on a nearby bottle of ketchup and unloaded it in her face, cutting her off in mid-rant.
"Gah?!"
The sputtering that followed might've been cute, really, if Weiss weren't already seeing red. He caught the blind follow up stab that followed, disarmed her when she made to scrub at her eyes, swung a leg out, hooked his heel behind hers and yanked, upending her balance completely. Weiss pitched backward down with a startled yelp and in a moment of panic latched onto him as she fell. In doing so she accidentally dragged him down with her; practically forcing him to fall atop her and tackling her to the floor, practically pinning her in place.
Together, they landed in a tangled heap of arms and legs.
Something soft brushed his lips.
Wuh-oh.
He jerked back quickly and found Weiss blinking up at him, eyes terribly wide. He was practically sat atop her pinning both wrists above her face, one knee pushed up against her skirt, revealing the palest scrape of white fabric beneath. Her pale face was terribly red, and and he suspected it wasn't all from the ketchup and worse, nobody noticed the two of them like this; not with all the chaos raging around them. They probably thought the two of them were grappling or something.
Right. Sure. That.
If she hadn't been angry before she'd be livid now...
Jaune stared.
Weiss stared back.
He kept staring, unable to do anything else, dreading the inevitable eruption of Mount Weiss.
Imagine his surprise when she began bawling instead.
Jaune's entire body froze, utterly unprepared.
What was he to do with that?!
"Its not fair," she hiccuped, scrubbing at her eyes to no avail. "Why are you like this...? Is this all my fault...?
His brow furrowed, betraying his confusion. "I'm sorry...?"
"No," she rasped out a bittersweet laugh, voice momentarily hoarse. "I am...for everything. You're honestly impossible, and I...might be incapable of being honest with myself."
What did she mean by that? "Weiss? I don't understand-
"I wanted to be like you."
He froze.
"I envy you. Normal. Naive. No responsibilities." she draped an arm over her eyes to hide her tears as the words flowed freely from her lips one after the other, practically babbling to herself. "With the power to forge my own path, go where I please, when I please, as I please...
He couldn't...what could he possibly say to that?
"Finally understood that, did you? Good. You win, Arc." She slumped beneath him with a soft sigh, wallowing in her tears, defeated. "There. I said it. Happy now?" The noise she made was caught somewhere between a hiccup and a mournful laugh. "You've won, you've bested the ice queen, whatever else it is you want to say - victory is yours." with her free arm she made a shooing motion at him way, still refusing to look his way. "Just, I don't know...just go. We'll talk later. I can't deal with you right now...
There was nothing to say. He'd defeated her, albeit not at all how he intended to. Still, she wasn't trying to kill him anymore; wasn't that a good thing...?
And why did he get the distinct feeling he'd gone and flipped her switch, somehow?
Still, there was nothing more to say, and she clearly didn't want to talk.
Nothing else for it, then.
Jaune dove back into the fray, ducked a flying plate of food just in time to see Nora launch Penny outside the cafeteria before blitzing Ruby and Blake, warily walked over Ren's prone form -poor guy was out cold and didn't look to be getting up any time soon and tried to find his partner.
In the end, Pyrrha found him, wearing the smuggest of smiles. She planted a hand on her hip, tired but bemused. "I saw that...
"Saw what?" he averted his gaze and whistled innocently. "I didn't see anything. No idea what you're talking about."
Deny, deny, deny! Maybe if he pretended it hadn't happened they wouldn't have to deal with it.
Weiss had such soft lips-gah! No! Focus! Stay strong!
Her smile grew another inch. "That was a good thing you did, Jaune." she laid a hand on his shoulder. "I think you might've finally broken through to her."
Broke through, sure, that was the word. "I really didn't mean to kiss her...
"Hmm." She granted him a brief peck on the lips. "I know." From there she leaned in, brushing his ear. "...I wouldn't mind her, once she learns her place."
His mind fizzled.
"Urk."
Heat seared through his face and in search of a distraction, he looked down.
Spied the soda cans littering the ground. Raised his gaze.
Their eyes met.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Pyrrha tilted her head. "I thought we were keeping my semblance a secret?"
"We could...or we could beat Team RWBY. Yang and Weiss are already out sooo...
The answer was obvious.
Prryha slapped a hand down. The cans rose. Really, she called it polarity, but he was convinced it was magnetism. Polarity didn't let you lift every can in the cafeteria as one, hold them in the air and do...well...
.
..
...that.
Pyrrha brought her arms and a cascade of cans came with them; Ruby saw them coming and dove under a table, semblance saving her.
Blake wasn't so lucky.
She was a slippery cat, he'd give her that; she knew better than to stand her ground and immediately tried to run. To her credit, she managed to vault away from the first few and block a few more by upending one of the tables, but the sheer volume of them overwhelmed her in the end. She never stood a chance.
Once the first hit, the second came, followed by a third a fourth and a fifth. Pressurized soda went off like a bomb, peppering her in colorful explosions to fling her across the room. She struck a pillar burst through it, and slumped to the floor, stunned, defeated.
Three down, one to go.
And then Ruby rose like her namesake behind one of the tables, standing defiantly, red cloak flaring behind her.
Her eyes flashed, even as his own widened. Surely she wasn't gonna...?
She adopted a runner's crouch.
Oh, crap. She was gonna...!
That was the thing about Speed Semblances; they seemed harmless enough at a glance. Run fast, dodge stuff, hit quickly, much good and all that. They neglected to mention momentum. Which begs the question? What happens to the environment when someone goes from zero to a hundred in an instant.
Ruby broke into a sprint.
When she took off, she created a terrible vacuum effect in her wake, whipping up a vortex as she ran. With each step -and there were so many!- it only grew stronger. All that fallen food and drink roared forward behind her, tearing up the tables as they went and dragging them forward until there was a just a giant storm of NOPE headed their way.
Jaune met her halfway, crossing the distance in a streak of golden light.
It was like a tornado met a typhoon; explosion of wind and sound as two unstoppable force collided in a furious grapple, gripping one another's hands tight.
Something had to give.
Someone did.
In the end it came down to statistics; he was heavier than Ruby, faster, stronger, and with better footing. She'd accelerated first, but that simply wasn't enough. His momentum overpowered hers; with a triumphant shout he swung her around, swept her into his arms and wrenched her aside before the storm of flying food could hit. Her teammates weren't so fortunate, but they'd live.
It just might...take them a few weeks to wash all that hot mess out their hair.
He shuddered recalling vengeful food fights with his own sisters.
Still! Victory for Team JNPR!
Planting his feet, he pumped a fist into the air and barked a laugh, basking in his team's triumph.
"Um, Jaune?" Ruby's voice shattered said laugh. "You're still holding me...
Urk.
Nora cackled loudly in the background. "Rose Route!"
"Nora, no!"
"Nora yesssss!"
"Don't try to Megatron your way out of this, missy!"
The doors slammed open before she could call him on the carpet for that reference.
Miss Goodwitch stalked in with a growl, hair down, glasses nowhere to be seen.
She must've been in a hurry...and she didn't look happy.
Jaune dropped Ruby like a hot potato.
"Owie...
Someone -probably Nora- had the nerve to fling food at the deputy headmisstress, only for her to redirect it with a series of purple glyphs and simultaneously upend the entire cafeteria with it.
Wait. That wasn't a semblance at all-that was magic! He could sense it!
See it, too. Semblances didn't let you yoink a badly damaged cafeteria back together, wipe the stains off the wall, restore the ruined food and cutlery and leave everything pristine. His eyes bulged as he watched time quite literally rewind itself in a matter of moments, as though someone had taken hold of a clock and simply dragged its hands backwards. It was like they'd never had a foodfight at all.
"Children, please." she hissed, "Do NOT play with your food...
Jaune watched her keenly, quietly confused, team huddling around him as the rest of Team RWBY dragged themselves up. Miss Goodwitch really did look like Mom. He'd noticed it before, remarked on it even, but in this light, with her hair down, glasses gone, green gaze glaring, the resemblance was downright uncanny.
Did mom have a sister? She'd never mentioned any family beyond grandpa.
His scroll came up and he snapped a picture without thinking, immediately sending it to Mom.
Goodwitch glared green daggers at him. "Jaune Arc! Sit down and surrender your scroll to me this instant!"
Years of ingrained training almost won out, but he stopped himself at the last instant. "I can't do that, sorry...
Her face flushed with indignant anger. "I wasn't asking, young man!"
He bridled, unprepared for it. "Look, I really can't give-
"LOOK OUT BELOW!
A blond meteor crashed down from on high, blew another hole in the ceiling directly over his headand...
...landed squarely in his lap.
Because of course she would do that.
Typical Yang Xiao-Long things, no cares in the world.
He grunted and felt his aura drop by a quarter, but caught her nevertheless. "Whyyy meee...
"Hey, sparky." Yang draped an arm around him. Nice catch. You're quite the pickup artist, ain'tcha?"
Hahaha. Not funny. "Yang, what was a bad pun and you should feel bad. It didn't have any bang to it."
Her lilac eyes flashed. "What can I say, I always like to start my day off with a Yang!"
Ruby whined. "Yaaaang!"
The faint flick of a cane against the restored floor commanded their attention as the Headmaster Ozpin himself arrived. "What's all this now...? I had wondered what the commotion was...
Naturally, the sight of the Headmaster put the fear of gods into everyone.
Ruby yelped and started pointing fingers. "Yang started it!"
Miss Goodwitch looked like she might combust.
Ozpin gripped her shoulder. "Let it go."
She sighed. "They're supposed to be the defenders of the world...
"And they will be," he chided. "But right now they're still children, so why not let them play the part? After all, it won't be a role they'll have forever. Although I simply must say," He looked to Yang and him, quirking an eyebrow. "Flirting was far less destructive in my day."
Pyrrha preened for all the wrong reasons.
Glynda squawked. "In your day?! Ozpin, they totaled the cafeteria!"
He beamed at her. "Ah, but no one died now, did they?"
The deputy faltered. "Well, no sir, they didn't but...
"Excellent!" he clapped his hands, preventing her from continuing. "All is well~! Mister Arc, kindly set Miss Xiao-Long down and report to my office. We've things to discuss...
Jaune dared to raise a hand. "Am I in trouble?"
Ozpin chuckled. "Not as such...
Someone's scroll chimed on and off yet again, demanding attention.
Weiss fumbled it out of her skirt with a scowl. "Blasted thing! I'm sorry sir, I'll just-
Said scroll tumbled out of her fingers a moment later and pitched toward the floor, trying to destroy itself.
Jaune caught it and handed it back to her. As he did, he accidentally glimpsed the message within.
It was a surprisingly short one.
"Dear Weiss,
"Winter and I will be dropping in to visit Beacon tomorrow. I hope you don't mind.
Every your mother,
~Willow Schnee.
Winter?! Coming here?!
Oh, no. Oh no, no. Oh no, no, no.
Neck creaking, he turned to regard the younger Schnee, right eye twitching. "Weiss...why are your mother and sister coming here?"
Weiss made strangled noises as she foamed at the mouth; he'd be getting no answers there.
Ruby panicked. "Weiss, no! Yang, quick, get a towel! I think she's snapped!"
Jaune gulped and desperately looked to Ozpin for salvation.
"I'll, ah...just go to your office now, shall I...?"
The Headmaster sighed in agreement.
"That would be for the best."
A/N: The Schnees are nearly here~!
After all, we simply said Goodwitch didn't know who she was.
None of us ever said she was from the Elemental Nations now, did we?
To clarify! Only "Port" and "Oobleck" are impostors, in the traditional sense.
Next chapter title should-eventually-be something along the lines of: Just a little...?
Then we have the Schnees and the Vytal Festivaaaal~! Looking forward to properly introducing teams NDGO, FNKI, ABRN, SSSN, BRNZ and the like~! And let us not forget Ciel~! She has a starring role in Far From Home, but its oh-so-nice working with characters who are essentially a blank slate!
As ever, these glorious misunderstandings remain glorious. Are we going for the single route, or the harem ending? I suppose that depends on you, the reader. We're not quite done with the story yet, we still have a bit more to go, not to mention the other continents, Lionheart, the Crown, and the like, to say nothing of the Brother Gods and WHO THE HELL IS PORT?! Why haven't we heard a peep from Oobleck either?
Or we could just end this after the imminent attack on Beacon.
Your choice! Find out next time, on Practice Makes Perfect!
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(Preview!)
Glynda grimaced. "Another headache...
x
Sun Wukong liked to think he was a pretty cool dude.
But this?
This.
Was!
Awesome!
Neptune obviously thought otherwise, but he was too busy flirting with the Schnee by the end of the day.
Shame he couldn't dance, though.
Wuh-oh.
Why was Arc glaring at his best buddy?
And why were his eyes startling to glow like that...?
x
...we're sitll thinking about it;
Salem perked up. Great grandbabies?"
Now it was Saphron's turn to flush.
Terra and I might adopt if we can't have a child, actually.
Still counts!
x
Can you and Weiss just make up already?"
Jaune heaved a sigh. "Ruby, no."
"Please, please, please!"
"We hate each other."
"No, you don't! I can tell!
"And how is that?"
"You were glaring at Neptune when he was flirting with Weiss. Also, you let her win the game."
"..."
"Are you going to let him take her to the dance, then?"
Jaune didn't answer. An awful thought dawned.
"Are you even going?"
...should I?"
"JAUNE!"
x
I don't mind.
Ruby's head whipped around. Yang!
What? Dad did it. Twice. Technically
Now who's making excuses?!
x
Naruto considered his watch. "Two days left...
x
You again?!
Neo waved merrily.
...what do you want."
She bounced in place on her heels, pointing past him.
...Ice cream? Seriously? You're a wanted criminal!
x
"Pssst! You awake?"
He certainly was now.
Against his better judgement, Jaune creaked an eye open. "...Yang...?"
She was leaning over his bed.
"Hey, sparky. You wanna do something we're not supposed to?"
He eyed her warily, eyes glowing in the gloom. What are you up to?
Shhhh! She shushed him and held up a finger, silencing his protest. "Not so loud...
The Hound cocked its head. "Friend?"
Zwei mirrored him, tongue lolling out his mouth as he panted happily.
"No!" Ruby flung up her arms. "No friends! This is not happening! Zwei you get back here right now-ACK?!
The Hound licked her, cutting her off. "Gah! Bad doggy! Down!"
The Grimm barked and licked her again.
"Noooooo!"
EDIT: Hope you enjoyed this! Have a great day and may it be filled with lots of luck!
Warm regards,
~Nz.